Best Scorned Poems
Born-torn, scorned and scarred.
Baby's thrown like a bone, choked and charred.
Raised by a mother shackled to Meth,
Dismissed by a father, deserted and left.
Itching for a fix, Mom hunted a high.
Twisting white truth, entangled in lies.
Selling sob stories with emotional pleas,
She abandoned her kin with relative ease.
Time ticked by to the beat of a tear.
Hate accelerates with the fleeting year.
Shattered remnants marked her absent roll.
Mother’s hiatus fueled a bitter soul.
A lonesome heart thuds with empty space.
A drug dubbed “love” was never replaced.
Despite the embrace of another’s clutch,
The kid still cried for mother’s touch.
Born-torn, scorned and scarred.
Baby's thrown like a bone, choked and charred.
Raised by a mother shackled to Meth,
Dismissed by a father, deserted and left.
The abscessed wounds of
a betrayed heart fester
from desertion and deceit.
.
She takes solitude in shadows
gnawing herself red and raw,
rankling in private torment;
gnashing her teeth.
Until pain and grief turn noxious
with a fury justly sworn
to the retributory scourge
of a woman's woeful scorn.
dry summer winds dance
dusting bridesmaids gowns russet
vixen sister laughs
Later she would look back and see
the cracks that were now obvious.
How blind she once had been
in the throngs of her passion.
Twenty years of his affairs
his lies, and his betrayal.
Yet it was only by chance
that she had found out.
Out for lunch one day
she saw him at the back,
with a lovely young woman.
He was engrossed in her.
Their body language intense
she could see the hot flames.
Following when they left
she saw them enter the hotel.
Sicken to her very core
she went home and paced.
Then set his clothes on fire
gleefully watching them burn.
When he saw the flames
he knew the game was up.
He raced to try to save things
Yelling out you crazy *****.
Then a loud screech of tires
he drove off rubber burning.
As for her, the flush of triumph
soon faded leaving her drained.
The divorce was acrimonious
the final judgement in her favour.
He now learned the hard lesson
never cross or scorn a woman.
I sent you a love letter
Poured out my heart to you,
But I should have known better,
You laughed...and said adieu!
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Sitting with calm you know I'm a psychotic love
bewitching I watch your entanglement affair
going insane my voice in my mind gives a shove
playing around my wrath has made you unaware
Treachery and your sweet talk with my loyalty lost
hysterically I laugh outside her window 'Dear'
my sting will be swift like a lonely hornet wasp
giving her all your promise and affections I sneer
To the play you say to see 'Madam Butterfly'
your twinkling eyes lusting into the room she glides
relish your moment with the pleasure of your prize
The dagger awaits in my dress tied to my waist
tonight's biggest performance your death as I pace
then mine at the end the dagger I slide with grace.
10/18/2015 Contest Sponsored by: John Lawless ' Mad as a Hornet'
( 12 syllable ) 4,4,3,3
Placed 8th
There's no fury like the wrath of a woman scorn. Every woman will have known that they
will have been lied to, cheated on, and deceived by their husbands/boyfriends and will
have driven them over the edge. It seems that these men (the boyfriends/husbands) have
been taking these women (the girlfriends/wives) and what they've done for them for granted
and it's not right. It also seems that these women are not good for the guys and the women
are angry about it. Some of the guys (the husbands/boyfriends) think that other women are
way more intelligent and way more attractive than their current wives/girlfriends,
especially when these men are having multiple affairs behind the backs of their women. A
woman's scorn means that all of the ladies have had enough of being lied to, cheated on,
and being belittled by a bunch of womanizing jerks, that includes the loser boyfriends.
And for a bunch of women scorned by infidelities and lies, there's such thing as bad
karma. What these bad guys did to their women will happen to them in the near future, and
when they pass on, these womanizing fiends will meet their judgment day and God will
punish them for all of the misdeeds they've done. The men may lie to their women and they
may lie to their family members, that will have included their parents, but they can't lie
to Him. He sees everything that's going on, and the men (husbands/boyfriends) are going to
pay for what they did to their women (wives/girlfriends). And like the saying goes:
"there's no fury like the wrath of a woman scorned." These men better be really careful
around these women because if they take them for granted, there's going to be heck to pay.
A is for Ant (and for ass, your dad is an example of an ass)
B is for Bee (and for b*stard, your dad is a bast*rd - first class)
C is for Chicken (and for a word I don’t want to say - but see K)
D is for Dog (and also for Dynamite - which I’d like to shove up your dad’s... see A)
E is for Eagle (and for egotistical effing... see K... and C)
F is for Frog (and for Fu*ker, which your dad’s been doing with someone who isn’t me)
G is for Giraffe (and for Git - your dad is a Git... and he has two faces)
H is for Horse (and for Hard Up - which your dad was... in too many places)
I is for Insect (and for Insolvent, which thanks to me, he’ll soon be, with just one legal shove)
J is for Jellyfish (and Judas. Your Dad’s a Judas... with a rash from his illicit love)
K is for Kitten (and for making some words sound worse - see C)
L is for Lion (and Lobster, a creature with claws that belongs at the bottom of the sea - hmmm...)
M is for Mouse (and for machete and for manhood... which gives me an idea)
N is for Newt (and Nymphomaniac - neither should work at IKEA)
O is for Owl (and Optimistic, well, he thought that he left me fulfilled)
P is for Penguin (and for Philandering, at which your daddy is skilled)
Q is for Quail (and for Quickie, the best that your daddy could do)
R is for Rabbit (and Rampant - and once I got that, how did we get you?)
S is for Snail (and for Slug, which describes both your dad and his di*k)
T is for Tiger (and Torrid, your dad was this with some Randy chick)
U is for Unicorn (and Underhand, your dad was this night and day)
V is for Vole (and also VD, hence the rash that was listed in J)
W is for Worm (and for Merchant Banker, thats rhyming slang for your father)
X is for Xerus (and X-rated gel, I bet he’ll work up quite a lather)
Y is for Yak (and for Yesterday’s News, which is all your dad turns out to be
Z is for Zebra (and for Zeees, that his Nympho is catching, asleep next to me)
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[Xerus is a genus of African ground squirrel]
Quiet she came, clad in a cover-all
To closed door— to knock nor warn, not her style,
But to come at own time, no prior call,
Confused, I failed to give her welcome smile.
Vague with a countenance of a brick wall,
And soon as came she left with not a clue,
Nor hint on why she came to call at all,
Me a loser left with my fate to rue.
If only she had offered me fair chance,
On guard, I’d have welcomed her. But the dame
Chose to grant me not even a fair glance.
I have no one but bumbling me to blame.
A lady scorned called Opportunity,
Who deserved a fair dose of courtesy.
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Laments of one who had missed Lady Opportunity.
Sonnets | 01.01.2009 |
I can see it in their eyes
their disdain piercing through
my ignorant gaze
rolling in discontent
weakening my resolve
as they close to dismiss
my very existence
I can hear it in their voices
with deliberate tones of sarcasm
to destroy my esteem
throwing facetiously coy remarks
to challenge my will
outnumbered in unison
to quell me into silence
Place your head upon my chest and listen for what used
to be
Echoing silence floods your ear for you are no longer
part of me
thine rechid love I have cast away hinder me will
not
No longer will I amerce my self in thee,nae not even
a thought
Countless times you would swear your love seeming to
be sincerer
Only to chuckle when I turned my head knowing your lover was
near
Oh how clueless I was to think that I was your only
love
Blinded by beauty I walked in the dark not noticing the light
above
Never again will you darken my door this to you I
swear
Rejoicing I was the day of our end whilst cursing the day of
our pair
Forgive me lord for cursing her so but a fool I wont be
made
Chilled is my heart to embrace the heat of hell for this anger will never
fade
Cheated on her three times, said it was her reluctance to marry
Each time she took him back, finally on her finger his ring she’d carry
But even as she wore it, her fickle lover cheated again
She threw the chintzy ring at him -- cheap zirconium
Knowing he had a gun in his car, stealthily she had to act
Purchased a container filled with gas, a lighter in her pocket packed
Drove to his neighborhood, parked down the street in a wooded lot
Saw them making love through the window, her stomach tied in a knot
Suddenly it occurred to her that her own life would be jeopardized
Knowing she would be denied heaven, her fear was energized
She threw the oil can away, made haste to a nearby church
Praying aloud, she asked for guidance as on the pew she perched
Contrite as always, seeking sympathy, next day he appeared at her door
But instead of a man she saw a beast, in flames his soul would rest evermore
Justice has a way of coming about; her murderous thoughts had vanished
But from her life this pathetic loser would forever be banished
*Entry for Susan’s “Getting Away with Murder/Murderous Thoughts”
By Carolyn Devonshire, October 4, 2011
When I told my girlfriend that I would give her a ring, I meant a telephone call.
She thought I was going to give her an engagement ring but I didn't mean that at all.
She told all of her friends and she even bought a wedding dress.
When she learned the truth, it turned out to be a horrible mess.
She burned all of my clothes and smashed my brand new guitar.
She shaved me bald while I slept and slashed the tires on my car.
She kicked me so hard in the crotch that I may not be able to father babies.
She gives new meaning to the word psychopath and I don't mean maybe.
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, I learned the hard way that statement is true.
Don't tell your girlfriend that you'll give her a ring or the same might happen to you.
(This is a fictional poem.)
A single woman,
Wild and free,
Meets a man,
Who seems in desperate need,
Not wanting to be alone,
He meets this single woman,
But what he doesn't know,
Is hell hath no fury,
As this woman scorned,
Her heart torn apart before,
Things taken from her,
But holds her head still high,
In the miracle,
That she be blessed with a man,
From gods up high,
He approaches her,
As polite as can be,
Being a gentleman,
He no longer wanted her to be free,
Hell hath no fury,
Like a woman scorned,
To build up confidence,
And not be so torn,
Even being done wrong,
And took for granite,
You pick yourself back up,
Head held high,
And push through your life,
But scorn a woman,
Thats a big strive,
Not easy to trust someone else,
For the next person has to fight,
Just keep head held high,
Keep fighting and pushing,
Through your life...
A scorned woman
Who had remained faithful
Is like a wounded lion
When being revengeful.