Best Severed Poems
Seven Savvy Sirens
formed a formidable fraternity
of pure-passion purpose
for female fatales.
Murder-minded maids
promised patient pursuit
of tensile tangled truth
while warily watching
crafty crook's coup.
But, busted and bested,
dames drink despair
like lambs laid lame
in trickster's thorny trap.
"A house divided against itself cannot stand."
Abraham Lincoln
Lincoln spoke of the division within a country, but his words also ring true
when an invisible barrier separates a husband and wife.
You sit in your arm chair, remote in hand. Remote...that's what you've become.
I have this spacious couch to myself, but I won't ask you to sit with me because
I'm afraid of what your answer might be.
TOGETHER
We used to snuggle...We used to take walks...
We used to laugh... We used to go to bed...
I feel lonelier with you then I did before we were married.
You're here physically, but emotionally, where did you go?
When did we drift away from each other...
Why are we more like sister and brother...
Have you given your heart to another...
You used to leave me sweet little love notes.
I used to make you smile with root beer floats.
We laughed till we cried at our anecdotes.
There's a rift between us - breaking my heart.
A dividing line that I cannot thwart.
We share the same house, yet we are apart.
Love cannot survive in complacency.
It's time I face the harsh reality.
Tell me, honestly, do you still love me?
It would be very hard to say goodbye.
But it's better than living in a lie.
Nothing else could ever cause me to cry.
I have nothing left to say that's clever.
Sad to think we will have no forever.
Nothin' left for a love that's been severed.
Half winged images
hopeless
of flight
believing
insufficient
to bestow
delight
Fluttering in shadows
reluctance
to fly
disgraced
and shameful
reticent
to try
Hesitant to soar
averse
to fail
distraught
and untrusting
of what
may avail
Pruned not severed
capable
of aviation
when joined
together
and merely lifted
from isolation
11/9/17
Who would’ve Thought,
After being impaled by the spear of a lost love,
I’d still stagger on through life’s emergency doors
Though desperate for a heart thrombectomy
Paging Dr. Burke to perform mitral valve replacement,
With nothing but exit wounds & severed limbs
Who would’ve Fathomed,
After being shot by the 9mm of lost hope,
I’d still fight through those steel gates of survival
Though nurses screamed “GSW to the head!”
Paging Dr. McDreamy to attend to that ballistic chasm,
Still I made it past those exit wounds & severed limbs
Who would’ve Heeded,
After being sliced open by a 10 blade of deceit,
I’d still march forward towards the victor’s village
Though on the verge of bleeding out love
Paging ‘The Nazi’ to retract and source these bleeders,
I sailed through those sore exit wounds & severed limbs
Who would’ve Comprehended,
After being dismembered by a bone saw of hatred,
I’d still love thy enemies as He commanded me
Though lying comatose like an array of cadavers
Paging Dr. Torres to re-attach these limbs with love,
Love indeed conquered those exit wounds & severed limbs
Who would’ve Believed,
After all the anguish, pain, tears, blood and sweat,
I’d still kneel before His Glorious Throne praying for you
Though we are still to meet I fervently pray still
That you will be enough for me and I for you,
That I will be bone of your bone and flesh of your flesh
That we will carry each other in our spirits for eternity
A love that knows no bounds,
Flows in and out of time,
That Shakespeare kind of love,
All for the Glory of our Jehovah Rapha
The Lord who truly healed those exit wounds & severed limbs
We're suppose to be
to peas in a pod
we use to share everything
I share my heartache
you share your pain
I've been
thrown for a loop
because you're
shutting me out
I'm like a bystander
on the outside looking in
no longer part of the action
they say things change
I never thought
it would happen
this time around
but the signs are there
you're changing
you're becoming a stranger
I'm not forcing you to open up
just want you
to know I'm still here
I’m still me…
Severed starlight, brief lanterns
Truncate tingles, sugar burns
pen puzzling in oily ink
Dark dots on papyrus slink
Metre measure on tongue tip
Riddling rhymes gaining their grip
Cursive verses in past tense
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Trying a new form tonight. Hope you enjoy
In this game of who gets who worst.
Its about getting even , regardless of if feelings get hurt.
So what if this has escalated , you've wronged me,
since that moment I had placed you in a hurst.
Ironic is that you were the brother who taught me the meaning of family.
Now you are the one whose existence is a bother.
More push than shoves , more disdain than love.
My personality determed by " I " but the attitude by all of the above.
Those qualities of yours that ensure that we will quarell.
Those lies that enticed my pride to be swallowed.
No longer will I take the blame for you.
My older brother. My older brother , both father and brother.
What a short distance you've fallen from the tree , hurting all those around you , your siblings and even our dear mother, just like the one who betrayed you , our dear father.
For the lust of materialistic dreams that you seeked youve trampled upon the ones who didnt even understand the concept of envy.
First you lie about your family name.
Then you gamble with our savings.
Then steal from me , was I not part of your family?
Humiliate your siblings infront of your friends for laughs.
Calling us the bastards that God should've never had.
Thank God our mother can't see what has become of you and I.
You almost murdered me because I wouldn't lend you anymore money.
Thank God our mother can't see what has become of you and I.
For you succesfully murdered her spirits too.
You only came to the funeral to lay claim to your part of the money.
Tomorrow our family ties will be physically severed.
But mother taught us all shall pass.
When tomorrow comes I hope this is true.
So in high spirits I know this is something else that shall pass,
something I must go through.
For with the last heirloom you did not take.... ,
our grandfather’s knife...
Your life I shall take from you.
The truth is having its time
As I sit and write the mindless wanderings of a weighted heart
My boy drives
farther
and farther down a highway I will soon know of
Glancing around a haunted apartment
A balcony
Mocking
Two empty chairs
Ghosts facing one another
Sharing a breeze
A kitchen cluttered
Lazy pots resting on lazy pans
The whites of eggs now hard against a dirty counter
The batter of a cake half had falls down like laughter
Into a bed fit for one but perfect for two
A blanket
Stained; with a welcoming passion
A Frisbee that holds a person
Red aluminum towers of cheer hide away daily life
Left in the trash
A pile of dirty memories
Smiles
kept hair full of fingers
A gift given
A stereo full of Gypsy Gods
Mindless of a growing inside
New secrets now kept
I divorced the cirrus heat
that once laced the sky with fire,
carrying searing sins of
the scorching sun ~
burning the soft bronze of my melanin;
an unabated rage,
a labyrinth of blooming lilac,
an assortment of angst,
a library of healing lullabies
homed beneath the glass-skin silence
of my quivering chest~
like wind through cathedral clusters,
a poison to my psyche,
too bright for the darkness that dwells.
But perhaps it is in eclipsed spheres
I thrive in comfort~
attain nirvana
through sketched peace lilies
drawn in stillness.
Now I’ve found inner
nectarine ingredients~
a recipe for resilience
to pollinate my passion,
to compose myself,
to uncloud storms
by marrying the
moon in my conscience~
painting citrine and topaz
on the pillows where I weep,
in seclusion and solitude.
Here, stars of solace ~ I do breathe~
a self-consolation that needs
no granular words scratching
the inner walls of the throat chakra.
O beloved, forgive my need
to see through the haze
that has been fogging
the fluorescence of your aurora horizon.
My woe ~ a broken vow,
my ache ~ a bleeding wound,
my grief ~ your scar~
a suffocating scarf,
a burden I relieve you of with severed ties,
letting go amidst the love
that still flutters in Luna sparkles…
You were a hallucinatory
hymn of dawn ~ beautiful, yet bruised,
and I am silver thread
tied to the oblivion of diamond dusk,
basking in the raining remedies,
seeking floriated meadows,
lost in the breeze of
sea-kissed azure~
an awakening: to trade venom for vigor,
like the unfurling of sakura
in the warmth of spring’s splendor,
brushing away crystals
of mulberry-black ice
when cold are the conversations
left unread and dried
between misinterpreted metaphors...
Sometimes, farewells are healing,
moving on ~ a contemplative prayer,
the spiritual pilgrimage
toward embracing clarity and zen.
For there, in the vintage
forest of forsaken violets,
wilted petals are watered
with tears and roseate radiance,
and, in the ruins of
pixelated promises,
we will learn to linger in
the luminous reveries of love ~ evermore...
Sitting here thinking and searching my mind
For new ways to say I love you
The most daunting task you can ever imagine
But I really don't think we need to
A simple “I love you” has always been uttered
In the heat of a passionate embrace
No matter, if you're saying, “The world is ending”
Or “I've travelled from outer space”
No one takes heed while consumed by the act
Of passionate intense lovemaking
You're literally transported to another dimension
And everything else is forsaken
Had a sweet dream that we both were bound
Locked in each other's arms forever
What a beautiful conclusion to life here on earth
Seems my ties with reality I've severed
Though it seems my fantasy world is exactly that
I still feel the thrill of your touch
Just have to close my eyes and there you are
Oh how I love you so much
the poor old tree,
so long,to tell a story,
a story of scars,
a story of axe-wielding men,
a story of clown monkeys and squirrels,
suffer so,like an old,old tree,
rooted on earth,clinging to life,
so stagnant,in tears,perspiration,
bear fruit at old age,
do trees have families?,
do they visit each other?,
do they miss their loved ones?,
do they walk at night?,
it's their secret,
they won't share it,
for the wood seller,
went to a forest,
a thick forest,
he started felling trees,
"is the rustle the wails or
the acapella songs",
he left wild in mixed thoughts,
he however decided to return,
in the same dense forest,
green branches were growing on the stumps,
he thought and said,
'even a severed branch grows again'
that's what he believed,
he went on, to the village,
with important lessons from the veld,
'let's protect our trees!,they are essential,
in our lives,no to global warming".
i'm a tree,i live on the mountains,
i live in the valleys,
i grow in swampy waters,
i grow in cracks,that you can't imagine,
i grow towards to beautiful blue skys,
so long,my keepers,
the next generation,will never see me,
if you keep on,destroying us,
farewell.
Earth bloodies the moon
its face drowned in severed veins—
harangued in the sky
for all to see Sun's disdain
in being eclipsed usurped
The heavens lament,
scattering rust into dusk,
for the blood red burns
when what's seen is black and white—
space smeared with wrath set ablaze.
A blood moon warns us
every orbit has peril,
in being dethroned
by an unyielding eclipse,
tainting our shadow of self
I let one man fall
the whole world then falls with me
This will ruin you
The apostle Paul calls on believers
to say no always to circumcision
standing firm in the gospel of Christ
which sets you free for God's mission
To stay in Christ, not under the law
for the law will never save you
only in Christ and in Christ alone
is God's salvation found to be true
Now by trusting in the old covenant
that Moses brought down from Sinai
because of this, you are severed from Christ
out of Christ, you'll remain left to die
Now seeking to be justified by the law
for in it you are never justified
Christ alone is the justifier of the just
it is finished Jesus victoriously cried
These matters finally clearly show
you have fallen away from grace
make sure never to trust the law
in Jesus' name stand firm in that place
(For freedom Christ has set us free; stand firm therefore, and do not submit again to a yoke of slavery.
Look: I, Paul, say to you that if you accept circumcision, Christ will be of no advantage to you. I testify again to every man who accepts circumcision that he is obligated to keep the whole law. You are severed from Christ, you who would be justified by the law; you have fallen away from grace.)
Galatians 5: 1-4 (ESV)
That disheartening obsession
is detached from reality
Another retinal wink message
blinks SOS pillow bleak
Drifting off to sleep,
void dreams of awakened passion
falls into an impotent abyss
The empty anesthesia bottle,
caressed by a pained heaving chest,
has swallowed all of yesterday’s sorrow
But, tomorrow’s groping mope
is gonna need another icy liquid borrow
As more orbital messages
get sent in all sizes and shape bottles
Laying on a synthetic cool waterbed float,
adrift in severed agony
A volcanic wave of unprompted lava tears
gushes up from deep below
There’s a capsized, fragile heart breaking apart,
upon a sea of cantina glass ...
from a shattered, sigh low expectation ceiling
Unnoticed affection ... fractured hope of so many
phantom romantic daydreams scattering
Fragments of jagged, jilted pride —
an unrequited wrist of scarred coping
Adrift in severed agony ... such a turbulent flow
Pick up the pieces of a broken, unspoken hello
Severed agony tales spin hollow
Still cracked hope must keep that mirror facade,
aloof happy smile appearance together ...
for the sake of the next café parked shooting star
Whose unaware that they’re in need
of a dear fatal attraction follow
Transfixed lonely cries,
of shadow watcher eyes ...
with a tearful, splintering glow