Best Scorns Poems
Behind the elaborate mask I wear
Beyond the depths of blue soulful eyes
Beneath the painted lips and coiffured hair
my tears flow into an estuary of sorrowful cries
I'm a ripe peach dangling from a tree
temptation before you, ready for picking
but rotted at the core, where you cannot see
I would defile your tongue upon your first licking
I'm a beguiling sampling of fine wine
a sniff, a swirl before reaching your lips
but by overindulging in the fruit of my vine
you may cause your own downfall, an apocalypse
I'm the delicate petals of a fragrant rose
A beauty to behold, but be vigilant of thorns
Drawing blood is a perilous danger they impose
For in all her regal splendor, a betrayed woman scorns
Categories:
scorns, emotions,
Form:
Rhyme
Love me though it's only make believe
Kiss me though I really know
You hold me close to just deceive;
Let that one sweet second flow
Over me lest it sink and break
My poor heart, for pity's sake.
Lend me faith for my belief
Give me from your eyes a smile;
Take away this wretched grief
And hold me close a little while.
I suffer now and surely know
You tease me with my forlorn woe.
Sing to me sweet and low
Tell me that you gently weave
Dreams of me although I know
You only play at make believe.
It hurts so much although it's plain
You are the one who scorns my pain.
Categories:
scorns, lost love, me, sweet,
Form:
Rhyme
Teapots that whistle on chilled Winter morns
Calling the day to begin as it scorns
Wake up you sleepy head, make room for love
Walking to work as the sun shines above
Thinking of happy and thinking of you
I think I’ll paint it and skies will be blue
Tipping my hat to the songbird that sings
Feeling so blessed for so many sweet things
Hot dogs with mustard and friends who stand by
Watching new parents with babies that cry
Stoplights that muster the traffic that flows
Bakeries that summon to follow my nose
Dinners with Mama, then home to my pet
Help me remember and never forget
Life is a blessing though sometimes a pain
Just like a flower, we sometimes need rain
Cuddles and kisses and good books to read
Pillows for dreaming, ideas that are freed
Grateful for love and the goodness it brings
Feeling so blessed for so many sweet things
Categories:
scorns, blessing, happy, heart, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Written: January 03, 2024
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Wrenching writhing
of capacious weeping willows
In a dubious dream vault
I felt spurred to seek safety
from scorching sun
subsequently, in confusion,
I broke into a wide smile
that reverberated within
an inane, jumbled heartbeat,
venous thrombosis.
Imbue a pulse to svelte vessels
I didn't realize when it started
lacking friends and love
shattered heart, rotting core
halcyon recalls vanished
just dying is the goal
It's exhausting to suffer and cry.
Every sound in your name
whispered in the breeze
strengthened our bond
going toward dreams
amid fluttering twigs
I discovered serenity and solace
weeping willow's embrace
wind rustled its twigs as music
quiet fears of long-lost hopes
seeking refuge from the hot sun
I discovered this secret treasure
a vault for memories and dreams
It's a long way to hell alone
life isn't awful, but no one phones
I can stay here until earth scorns
stay with my weeping willow.
Categories:
scorns, analogy, angst, bereavement, care,
Form:
Free verse
If I had over 10,000 dreams
You'd be the only thing my mind could see
Judgment couldn't be real
Succumbing to the fear of this cold life
Find a way to break through
The self-destruction of wordly delusions
Don't tell me I've lived so long in a lovely illusion
Break me down until we find a Nirvanic state
Then bring me a savior from transgressions
An atoning sacrifice
Send down to me a messenger for me to submit to
Bring me the truth to break through The delusion
Bring me the messenger to explain it all
And let me leave behind
Sorrow's caressing the earth
The caliphate stole my heart
Without a will to fight
But I have the Means to be free
I'll try to go with the word I believe
But so many stones to be thrown
Stakes to burn, limbs to break
Faces to hate, scorns to taste
Will I have the will to die
Despite all of the tears no one will cry
Sorrow's caressing the earth
The caliphate stole my heart
Broke my will
Safetefied my soul
Martyr for the Unorthodox word
Sorrow's caressing the earth
The caliphate stole my heart
Without a will to fight
But I have the Means to be free
I'll try to go with the word I believe
But so many stones to be thrown
Stakes to burn, limbs to break
Faces to hate, scorns to taste
Will I have the will to die
Despite all of the tears no one will cry
Sorrow's caressing the earth
The caliphate stole my heart
Broke my will
Safetefied my soul
Martyr for the Unorthodox word
Categories:
scorns, allegory, angst, confusion, death,
Form:
Ballad
Lethargic and listless
lacking all zest,
I lie on the rocks
under the blazing sun.
The calm sea kisses
the rocky shore,
but no sea breeze
breathes on me.
The salt on my back
basks and bakes
and turns an ugly red.
Nothing to it but jump
back into the cool sea,
tempting the jellyfish
to sting my feet.
But on the beach
the newly crowned queen,
the one who scorns me,
parades herself
scantily dressed,
all eyes riveted on her.
I wonder who's worse:
herself or the jellyfish!
Categories:
scorns, lost love,
Form:
Free verse
(A conjuncture of a
busy mind!)
Oh dear friend if
your health returns
As surely does the
rising sun
May it take this
unyielding waste
From your shallow
face,
Sow the seeds of
vitality
To abide within your
limbs
And behold the
welcome of
Strength regained.
When within a
portrait of
well-being
So vain one scorns
the joys of life
indeed
While destiny left
to the will of God,
Yet I must not
confess this image
reflecting
Only one of care and
encouragement
Till the winter’s
eve of his life
stains death,
No time now I fear
of one’s self
applause
Only the time to
seek out repentance.
Alas tis with a
woeful eye
That makes me seek
my conscience
Which deeply I
search to utter
What I have within
my heart,
To watch him close
to the Reaper
Where attempts to
negotiate
Peals in tenderness
to restore
Life from the icy
clasp of death.
Oh this dwelling of
fear these lips
cannot express
Yet forever dear
friend in my memory
stored!
© Harry J Horsman 2010
Categories:
scorns, friend, life, time,
Form:
Free verse
Egotistical,
a mystical being.
Lyrical,
haters feed my ego.
You see my horns?
Demoniacal,
I'll quiet the critic scorns.
What are you hating for?
Jared Pickett
1/30/2010
Asavvy1
Categories:
scorns, passion
Form:
Free verse
THE SPIRIT OF THE SUN DIAL
I tell the sunny hours throughout the day
From dawn til dusk imparting my fair message
Evoking warmth and love throughout the day
No time for shadows hinting at dark presage
But when the shade of night engulfs my dial
A darkening of spirit, life force scorns
The moon now points the hours of denial
Its gleam bare luminating dismal forms
I see the blackness in the hearts of men
And feel despair that overcomes the soul
My spirit plumbs a dark and secret glen
Til lambent rays tint peaks; at last console
Then blessed dawn brings sun in its ascension
Restores my purpose vital, my redemption
Categories:
scorns, death of a friend,
Form:
Personification
“as we passed her she did wilt
which caused in us sense of guilt
since our stance perhaps did cause
to put her heart’s joy on pause
though we’re gentle, not hostile
we diminished her soul’s smile
since our aura as she viewed
scent of love did not exude” —Unseeking Seeker
the passersby wailed in laughter
with a blink of an eye she sought the here after
prompting hatred she'd rid and had been
gone the sun's soul beaming within
left are the pieces contusion once dealt
exemplification deep purple, blue/black welt
anticipating that it is all in the imagination
innuendo scorns, undertones as intimidation
the nuances of facial expression and body language
an undercurrent hides beneath an open bridge
the windy storm blows farther its opaque steam
whilst whispering mantras gently stream
uttering phonemes begin and she softly chants
deep breaths balm lofty thoughts further enhance
‘I choose and listen how my inner voice druthers,
and not the random opinions of others’
forgiveness is the fragrance the violet sheds—perfume
on the heel that has crushed it, where sweet aromas loom
Categories:
scorns, addiction, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme
Tanka/ Haiku
Dionysian’s
Drunken Roman Bacchante (1) footnotes
God of the Maenads' (2)
Female appreciation
Tainted murderous servants
Maniacal twist
Hold each- a sensuous kiss
Trained not by hubris
Phalli held in revere
His spirit flows through rapture
Beloved Bacchus
Honors Ancient Helena
Amathia(3) scorns-
Succubus eat them alive
Gynarchy apothesized
Bacchanalians' (4)
Hold wild dances- Worship
Drunken honored god
Children and men torn apart
In a sensuous moment
Oh! Oh how we sing!
Dionysus flows his wine
How we rhyme and chime-
Frenzied ****ing in circle
Prove to Him our Miracle
"Your desires speak-
My beloved enchantress
Sweat, dance, Love for Me
Use My phallice, drink My wine-
Worship Me till end of Time"
(Haiku)
Merry speak, Father
As life sprouts forth within spring-
Priapic flower.
Mythical Treasure
Is the lie of unbelief
Common man’s relief
Under torch in deepest wood
Ladies did dance unrestrained
In religious ecstasy.
1. Bacchante- Greek & Roman Mythology A priestess or female votary of Bacchus
2. Maenads-Greek Mythology A woman member of the orgiastic cult of Dionysus.. A frenzied woman.
3 Amanthia-Myth & Legend / Classical Myth & Legend) (often capital) of or relating to the orgiastic rites associated with Bacchus
it is roughly wisdom's opposite. It means recklessness, deep ignorance about oneself and the nature of the universe. It leads to
excess, impatience. He irrationally rejects Dionysus and the new religion; his unthinking and uncompromising scorn for popular
piety and the new teachings is neither rational nor open-minded. But he is also very young, and his youth in part excuses his crimes
4 Bacchanalian (Myth & Legend / Classical Myth & Legend) (often capital) of or relating to the orgiastic rites associated with Bacchus
Categories:
scorns, faith, mystery, religion, mythology,
Form:
Tanka
JESUS
(Double Pleiades)
Jabbed their swords on Thy side
Jews mocked Thee… crucified
Jeering crowds - they condemned
Jud's flaw rolls down the lane.
Jagged scorns, wallops, spits
Jam-packed tortures to death
Just to Save, Thy Blood Shed.
(Oh My Jesus, Thy…)
Justified Saving Grace
Jive, sing, I Thank and Praise!
Journeying life with Thee
Joined anchors within me!
Joy-spared absolution,
Jubilantly reigned… crowned!
Jewish King - King of All!
March 12, 2017
A Blessed Holy Week/Easter ahead! God Bless!
Categories:
scorns, celebration, easter, jesus,
Form:
Rhyme
Love laughs at life,
Scorns the scourging whip of years,
Dulls life’s sawing knife
And watersheds its tears.
Love smiles at death,
Soul withstanding soil,
Heaped upon the flesh whose breath
Expires. Love’s Death’s foil.
Categories:
scorns, introspection
Form:
A child in the street
He is walking in the dark,alone
no home,no family
Very thin,very dirty
You can see his bones
No one likes him
Every one scorns him
At every street...
He meets a frightful one
A horrible one
Always ,frightened
In his light sleep,
He must be careful,
There is always ,some one ambuscading,
Forcing him
To do every bad things,
He has been beaten,
With no Mercy,
Any one can see scorch in his little body
O`poor child,
What did you do,
To deserve such an ugly life,
No thing.....
Every day ,you are setting alone
In The dark and cold nights,
Shaking,scared and hungry.......
No one,sees you
No one,remembers you,
No one,can feel you pains,
No one, can see the spiteful look in your face.
To the passing people beside you,
Ignoring you,
But,I can see your disinclination,spite and anger
your intention ....
To revenge........
Mona...
Categories:
scorns, pain,
Form:
Verse
encountered last Spring...exuberantly too far,
hiking deep in a Minnesota forest-bog, almost
dreamlike... Mosquito clouds engulfed me
...james
Silent zeroes flood my reflex memory
Mosquito clouds so thick to breathe
Meant inhaling dozens
Smiles and scorns at Springs first leap
Of freedom deep in a hidden forest bog
Bouncing leaps of retreat
Time froze
I glanced across a frozen universe
Scars finely creased with age
Memories still fresh
'Ancient Boulders' it is said in stories
Still vibrate with sacred chants
Audible to the chosen ones
Ears worthy of silence
Ears worthy
Of
Silence
Categories:
scorns, nature,
Form:
Narrative