Best Scourging Poems
In the blink of an eye the time passes so fast it flies by
Define time
Lives a ***** then you die
Eye of the storm watches over my lifestyles fate
In dire straight bathing as the holy water washes over my tired face
I sate thirst
I taste black words emerge that I wanna say
and they say I'm shot away
First and second take pressing play checking the record again
Third I gotta change
Forth, fifth, sixth day Armageddon
Getting too close to the edges better slow down ya fast progression of mad acts of mankind's expansion of minds
Enhanced heights
Drawing a line's unintelligible in the advancement of time
At the end of our time do we start again?
Running the marathon man labyrinth
Passionate
Partaking in challenges
Participant champion triumphs
No standing on iron shoulders of arrogant giants
I'm the desert rat blazing a trail in my chariot of fire
Call me Pisces Iscariot sia-mese dream
Twin town hide and seek
Me, myself and I feature split minds spitefully
My real self hides inside myself and screams blue murder
From the tomb where my wounds tumor
Terminal doom soon turns gloomier
Duma key frenzied telepath terror streak
reeks havoc and brings sheer panic to every street
Splashing ink on a blank canvas
Painting the future with an exact accurate dooms day
In fact grab a seat at the master piece gallery of art of new fate
As a new day dawns ya fates drawn
Ya destiny's death till then you'll work just to pay for it
I'm sleep walking with one foot in my grave scourging in flames and the pains more moreish than this draw that I crave
Mad thoughts on my brain scattered funny
I'm that ex druggy heard talking to my sex life in a language I actually haven't studied
Which way is up cus this ascension gets me spinning out twisting figure eights into eyes of the thickest clouds
Brainstorm demon outcast from our modern lands
Phantom of the opera mask
Shock horror comic graph-ic novel
Zombie slash monster mash
Rapid action packed chapters
This mad dog's rabid
Scattering the ashes and rise a hundred phoenix
Evoke the cross ghosts demons and summon the spirits of lost souls
I'm like a poltergeist with a cross bow with poisonous bolts
I'll possess any joyous host
Annoy me I'll destroy every toy ya own
I enjoy walking through this void alone
Categories:
scourging, hip hop, how i
Form:
Rhyme
I wanted to forget you and forgive…
But the days
Never passed fast enough!
Scourging days
Of pain and misery
That only made me feel
So sorry for this
Sorrowful self of mine…
I can’t…
I guess I never really moved on.
I know we still talk,
But it’s never quite the same!
Going back now
Seems like certain death!
… Perhaps that is the best option:
Going back each night,
In my thoughts,
So I could die some more
With every tear I shed.
I can’t….
But I admit it now:
There is no love for my kind!
© 2009 Stefania Carmen Misaila
Categories:
scourging, angst, depression, lost love,
Form:
Free verse
Our Lord suffered so much many people don't know this
They're thinking out of touch and so much do they miss
Oh how our Lord was beaten, punched, spit upon the face
But sin Jesus was defeating and how He showed Grace
They tore off His clothes and kicking him to the ground
Torture the Roman guard knows thus Jesus was bound
One lash two lash three lash four, mocking His Name
Soon our Lord's Back tore the Roman guard's finest game
Nor would our Lord sleep as they tormented Him all night
Just Ponder really deep Jesus being such a bloody sight
But this was just the beginning His Blood would flow more
Punishment for all the world sinning by The Lamb so pure
Oh how they beat our Lord then made Him carry our cross
Even pierced by a sword my emotions so violently tossed
Because of why He did it, see, He did it, for me, and you
Think of every tiny little bit and maybe you will see too
The Romans’ scourging whip “had iron balls tied a few inches from the end of each leather thong on the whip. Sometimes, sharp sheep bones would be tied near the ends.” The metal weights served to cause serious bruising, or contusions, and the leather of the thongs cut into the skin. The sheep bones were also made to deepen the lacerations into the skin. After only a few lashes, the depths of the cuts would reach into muscle tissue.
Categories:
scourging, journey,
Form:
Rhyme
(1.)
Beauty There, Sweeter Than Morn's Softest Calls
Lad, Heaven's bounty is treasure weighted
Its only entrance, gold and pearl gated
Angels guarding all that paradise gifts
Light, Love, Truth, Faith that so deeply uplifts.
Yes lad, all there is dearest and divine
Love so pure, gifted from Trinity's vine
Music that heart and soul forever hears
Voices singing that brings forth happy tears.
Believe lad, your faith is your salvation
Do not embrace this world's imitation
Walk a straight path, fear not your earthen death
His sacrifice, tells Heaven give new breath.
Know this my lad, from there lost soul was saved
From world's Dark that is wickedly depraved
Eternity and peace within its halls
Beauty there, sweeter than morn's softest calls.
Robert J. Lindley, 4-14-2020
Rhyme, ( When Truth And Faith Gift Heavenly Bliss )
Note- On the brighter side of life.
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(2.)
Pray A Well Lit Path Be Your Choice
Pray a well lit path be your choice
Let Dawn sings in its brightest voice
Its rays cast away black of night
Allowing Truth to shine in Light
Basking in that eternal glow
Both blind heart and soul shall then grow.
Pray a blessing soon comes your way
As dark night yields to break of day
Wherein Dawn's glow your heart delights
Hope its power reveals to sight
Songs of better days echo loud
We learn to stand up bold and proud.
Pray your sorrows are washed away
Life renewed destroys the grey
Peace and new cheer are again found
In scourging dark we are not bound
Laughter across the land is heard
And pray, we thank God, is the word.
Pray a well lit path be your choice
Let Dawn sings in its brightest voice
Its rays cast away black of night
Allowing Truth to shine in Light
Basking in that eternal glow
Both blind heart and soul shall then grow.
Robert J. Lindley, 4-14-2020
Rhyme, ( New Rays Of Hope, Amidst This Doom And Gloom )
Note- On the brighter side of life.
Categories:
scourging, art, christian, creation, deep,
Form:
Rhyme
The bright sun was scourging hot
Under the blue beach
I craved for sugared dessert
Of cold milk, fruits, beans
Jellies, on top of
My sweet ice
Cream!
Categories:
scourging, food,
Form:
Epulaeryu
Waiting in line,
Before the ATM of closed banks for 60 Euros to withdraw under the scourging sun
Old and invalid people are submitted to this daily torture, constantly moaning, for Our country’s suffering and for our own devastation,
While twenty-seven percent the unemployment has climbed
Forty percent the salaries and pensions went down and twenty percent the taxes up
Rendering hundreds of thousands of families poor with no money to feed themselves And their children
When
Close to one hundred thousand of our countrymen have attempted suicide of whom Ten thousand, unfortunately, have succeeded in ending their lives only in five years Because of the ruinous austerity measures taken to pay Greece's lenders
Parthenon, is mourning Democracy's assassination in the place of its birth
By the mighty creditors that suck the blood out of our veins
The Greek government in agony has turn to our allies for help to restore our Economy and thus to prevent the catastrophe that is approaching,
But the creditors, most of them anyway, with Germany leading the way,
To obliterate Greece wish with their unbearable and inhuman terms they have set
As though were our enemies and not our partners, because
Humanity has been lost in their hearts and only for them the profit counts
And I, one of the suffering Greeks, that shares the same lot as any,
In anxiety, a few words try to arrange for the tragedy of Greece to illustrate as a New Euripides or Sophocles but to no avail,
So I am waiting in line under the scourging sun, hoping my turn to come,
The sixty Euros, if am lucky, to get into my hands before the AMT is empty!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
15 JULY 2015
Categories:
scourging, courage, grief, hope,
Form:
Free verse
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:
scourging, introspection
Form:
Surfing a mind obstructed with Cupid's arrow
was like bleeding a river that flowed upwards,
towards an angry volcano having nightmares.
A volatile internal rumble craving relief,
only in eruption.
Such was his fury with the thought
of her very existence.
Just as braving the flow of molten rock
was like telling the Tide to stay high,
so was he, Cupid's bow, on the run
trampling on a pool of teardrops
while craving an ocean to drown.
A rage surpassing the passion of hate
permeating that realm of throbbing pain
caused by a guilt scourging his very being.
As Cupid's poison in a delirious mind
denoted, the only cure was the total
deletion of the betrayed.
To her, hate or any emotion
was better than none.
He could do no wrong,
for it was Cupid with his poisoned arrow
who shot her handsome dove.
Their love was borne out of
the belly of the earth, delivered
by the demons of the underworld.
She had tasted its fury and was
scorched by its flames.
Such, could not be touched
by a misguided arrow.
Betrayal was his but a mighty
weapon she had.
Forgiveness might be divine
but her love was patient.
He would be delivered from
Cupid's poison only,
by the very knowledge of
her perpetual existence.
T M Ioane.
Categories:
scourging, addiction, betrayal, caregiving,
Form:
Free verse
A time of many lights to see,
Of tinsel, garland and wreath's so fair.
Of hundreds of bulbs upon a tree,
With twinkling lights and angel hair.
A festive time with thoughts of Santa Clause,
Of jingle bells, and distant sounds of sleighs.
From the daily rush we're in, we pause,
Remembering once more our childhood days.
The time for eggnog and a cozy fire,
Have the Christmas story and often games.
Of candy canes, children never seem to tire,
While watching a Yule log's flickering flame.
A time for the hanging of mistletoe,
The singing of carols and children at play.
A time of merriment and places to go.
To many, these are this holiday.
For early mall arrival and long lines,
To retrieve that last gift before we rest.
Parking lot disagreements, fights and fines,
We're seeing free enterprise at its best.
Of bells and kettles in the mall,
With scent's of baked goods and pines.
While searching for gifts for one and all,
We encounter rudeness and sold out signs.
Christmas can be like this, it's true,
But lest we forget this time of year.
Let's look at things from a different view,
As the birthdate of the Christ child dear.
In a twinkling stars five points I see,
Two arms, two legs, a head.
I see the cross in a Christmas tree,
Where a Savior hung and bled.
In the manger scene I'm taken back,
To the place the Christ child lay.
I view the gifts in Santa's sack,
As those the wise men brought that day.
In a simple wreath of vines I see,
A crown of thorns that Jesus wore.
Of a scourging he once took for me,
And of man's sin that at Calvary he bore.
Within each candle seen glowing bright,
One thought comes to my mind.
That in my world He's still my light,
God's precious gift to all mankind.
In a candy cane of white and red,
I see His body without sin.
The crimson, being where he bled,
So that man might be born again.
Then looking into a yule log set aflame,
Unable to imagine the torment one will feel.
If living life as though Jesus never came,
Only to discover at death, that Hell is real.
Categories:
scourging, celebration, christmas,
Form:
Lyric
POISONED
Awww is all I feel
If only I could gaze at this everyday
I would become obssessed with you
Could it be you were talking about me?
Hope I didn't read about someone else?
Bcos now, I fantasize about certain things
Things am yet to believe I was imagining
What kind of scourging words are these?
I'm afraid that I might not sleep tonight
I would be staring at your naked face all through the night
What amazing smile I would see
Would I ever stop hearing that crazy laugh of yours?
What kind of dream would I be dreaming wide awake?
Tonight; I would be thinking about you.
You
Why you?
Why now?
You seriously want to poison me with your love
If I ever survive from this poison
Is it even possible to survive it?
You are really killing me
Since am dying slowly and happy
This would be a lovely death
Thank you!
Categories:
scourging, desire, dream, emotions,
Form:
Cinquain
Strong white riders saddled atop tempestuous verdant freckles,
roil like flecks of spittle across a horses hard ridden muzzle.
The charging equine manes of the waves thrash the tormented sea livid,
towards the perfect storm
Vicious white caps wait for foolhardy prey to cross their path.
An obliging soul stands upon the quay, eyes anchored upon
the maelstrom.
Breath synchronised,
to the seething ebb and flow of earth's pulsing feud with its moon.
A rush,
to join the dance of scourging testament to roughened waters
brings panicked breathing at the bottom of light-starved troughs.
Where the crashing sounds of retribution meets the ears
and a vengeful smothering of mouth stills the breath.
A pointless struggle where none exists, and the triumphant sea
has its victim.
The victim? A solution
Categories:
scourging, death, forgiveness, horse, ocean,
Form:
Free verse
WORDS - ALOUETTE
Nightmares in my skin;
Scourging deep within.
Blood and bones sizzling abreast...
Aged tired nerves plead
from words carving bleed
to screams of cruel arrest.
Head like tomb stillness
chaining rock stiffness.
Iron hurt span rumbling din.
To endure, my gong,
stopping a torch song.
Hence, be far in any sin.
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CONTEST NAME: SCREWED
SPONSOR: ROB CARMACK
PLACED 3RD
(c)O.E. Guillermo
10:52pm
September 05, 2014
Categories:
scourging, abuse, feelings, rude, words,
Form:
Verse
So vast my finite words cannot encapsulate
Your glories limitless;
I try to grasp the wonder
of the infinite God-creator,
confined to the close walls,
soft, nurturing walls of Mary's womb,
cells dividing, mysterious conception,
Your human body forming, growing
suspended in life preserving liquid,
tiny fingers, toes present,
infant eyes viewing scene so small
within your tiny room.
God, who created space and light,
dwelt in darkness,
born with a cry,
born to die that I might live,
born to take upon Yourself my sin,
born to rejection, scourging, hatred, crucifixion, death . . .
You rose triumphant over all cast against You,
triumphant over death,
triumphant over hell itself,
my God, risen and coming again,
my incarnate King.
Your poem of redemption
reached earth in the form of a baby,
writing its lines of grace and forgiveness upon my heart,
upon the world.
Copyright, September 25, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
Categories:
scourging, christian, creation, god,
Form:
Free verse
Take it away
Right now—see here…look here
Run into the light where one shadow casts an intent, lowly eye
Into the very heart of the storm, the words fall with might
You see a word and take sail as doubt and understanding foretell
A heartfelt message meant to destroy all that behold
Look here!
Crush the thoughts that bind you
The past that releases shards….murders of ravens
Pecking infidelity into your weakened visions
Forcing you to turn the other way and not listen
NOT listen
To the sounds of vibrant declaration driven from the blood of the lost
To the taste of defeat lathered in pride for the slowly dying sun
To the pinch of the skin upon the tethered limbs
Squeezing the wrists holding the ink
Releasing…releasing
The very blood that drives it!
That mind—how burdensome to the mass!
Crawling about for purpose
Searching—the best for last!
Firing squad!
Gone—
Sniveling snobs of insipient tact—obsessed with some artillery pact
Marveling at what sophisticated solidity can do to drive down a life
Move a herd of scared animals across a wasteland desired
Bile like the water source held back for the more important
Sniveling sad, chauvinist snouts tracing the secular age of rot
Eating everything they got
Wishing for what the sad ones hold on to
The only thing that keeps that eye dry
Take it away and words go awry
In chaotic monotony
Barging in matrimony
Forcing the impaired to repair
Kindling a fire already put out by your thoughtless glare
Curse this burdensome mind of the masses!
Curse the unpainted lines that omit from my very lips!
As I read every scourging fire bolt out
All one sees is the words protruding out
From a heart so bitter by bitter alone
Trusting in the meter, the rhyme, the tone!
I left the earth too far to return!
Fresh! Lowly, but fresh!
Immanent in high regard TO THE OPPRESSED
Take it away
Right now—see here…look here
Run into the light where one shadow casts an intent, lowly eye
Into the very heart of the storm, the words fall with might
A burdened firing squad faced a mirror
And shot blindly
Through fear
Categories:
scourging, conflict, confusion, crazy, death,
Form:
Free verse
Feeling the surge of my achievements,
Counting the stars of my wealth,
Oh the fruit of my labor
I am now embracing an entire Pacific.
I've climbed every mountain,
I've been on Everest,
Beyond the horizon are my property,
But I'm in melancholy and in solitary.
My table resembles the Nile,
My ten fingers aren't enough for the trillions of rings,
My crystal house only reflects people of my face,
I’m ornamented with gold, but the color of sapphire drapes my heart.
No one to share these things with; nor one to laugh with.
What’s everything I have when shadow is my only company.
I’d rather lose it all and have only one:
A friend who’ll stay through the scourging heat of the sun.
Categories:
scourging, blue, depression, desire, friendship,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue