Best Severity Poems
I have found myself at the threshold of death on several occasions. Each time I managed to
look it in the eye, doff my hat and say, “I’ll catch you up the trail.” This is not to say that I
am some special breed of hombre that casually defies death, for there have been many who
have gone the way before me and managed the confrontation in heroic decorum.
Nevertheless, death is not some evil state of being that only the brilliant or daring may defy;
nor is it a release from the severity of life. If anything, death is the threshold of eternity. Life
provides all known qualities, conditions, trials and tribulations that we encounter throughout
the fruition of our purpose.
Oh, death is not the enemy, for life provides our foes,
The ills, disease and suffering… the countless other woes;
For this is as it was ordained since Earth was yet to be,
When life evolved on other planes, the eye will never see.
We all embrace our time and grow in body, mind and soul.
We foster wisdom, strength and faith, fulfilling every role.
Prepared or not, the time will come, our form will waste away,
While life goes on, as is ordained by He who plans the way.
No, death is not the enemy, an end that one should fear.
It’s but a threshold for the soul to doff its mortal gear,
While life transcends its bond with Man to dwell forevermore
With He, whose force conceived all life and is its very core.
Categories:
severity, death, hope, inspirational, lifelife,
Form:
Quatrain
Silk wading thru wistfully warm sea waters,
my dreaming fingers have lingered to potter
with ocean surface, sun sparkled glitters.
My poetic pieces have gone full twitter
in charmed waters of crystal clear rarity
where I felt God's love soothe life's severity.
Slowly easing into ocean powered waves,
my playful moods have seriously caved
from forceful, salt stinging, brutal wave smacks.
My body has ached sea bruised, blue and black.
Rough seas crudely taught me joy may survive
despite waves of fright that savagely arrive.
Now, reaching the end planks on my journey's pier
and viewing my twilight's approach so clear,
it's past sunshine glitters that most sustain
these concluding sea views for my earthly gain.
Yet, I know without crass waves that abused,
wading joys would not have peaked this enthused.
Categories:
severity, joy, life, sea, self,
Form:
Rhyme
IN SHAME
When I was a little girl father brutally beat me down with such severity, and humiliation, causing me to hang my head down low in unimaginable shame.
When you saw me in public, I was so intensely misunderstood defeated and defaced; but you only looked at my shameful head down, never bothering to try empathy.
When you didn’t ask what was wrong, I felt absolute aloneness in that I could not recount the horrific details of my life without feelings of devastating loss and unworthiness; it was safer to keep my head down.
Still, today, I consider myself a mere passing shadow, meaningless to this earth, so I remain head down with the deepest shame yet, as I breathe in poison that may cause my demise.
After all the battles I fought and survived, I fear this one is my last with head down praying for God’s mercy, forgiveness and His rescue so that I will not perish in this ill-fated manner.
I implore God not to see me with grave disappointment but to graciously pardon me, and though I still cannot raise my head without shame, nonetheless, He will raise me up to the Heavens.
Finally, I remain tragically sorry for my failure to break free of this tormenting mental anguish, however, I beseech GOD and All of you to see my courage and not my failings but instead be proud of me that I fought this long, lastly I plead that you always Remember My Lonely Wounded, but Loving Heart…
I, remain, Sincerely Yours, Diane Perna
Categories:
severity, abuse, angst, anti bullying,
Form:
Free verse
Herself was lost
So far away
So far inside
Could she be rescued?
A part of her
Understood the mission.
Another part
Rolling its eyes
Resign or rescue?
Muse came out suddenly
Shaking her about
Kicking about the severity
Herself not easy to find
But worth the mission.
Muse grabbed her by both hands
And pulled her to forefront of her truth.
Body not as important as
Mind, attitude, creativity,
And imagination.
She roused for a second.
Her eyes open.
Thinking for the first time
That maybe a save was
Possible. Muse smiling.
Categories:
severity, muse, self,
Form:
Free verse
You are beautiful, like fire in the night,
warming me with no boundry
heating me with severity
burning me right,
encircling me with love danger delight,
rattling my manhood's ********
lapping through circulation
engulfing my might,
How could I be in love
with the wind, earth or water
when I have you, my Mistress of Fire,
Enchantress of my blood bud, of my dark dove,
a flamed feathered rub
you lick around my head of history
using red and gold strokes to paint mystery
supernatural seductress of bonfire therapy, I delve,
I stoke you repeatedly with my masculine trunk,
you spray sparks like a star in oval ******,
catching you with my soul's hot prism
we give our lust divine *****,
price for thee, my heart's eternity you've drunk,
You, a woman rediscovering love of song
I, exploring rose ritual in your dawn,
Muse and Poet, minx and hunk -
J.A.B.
Categories:
severity, inspiration, love, lust,
Form:
Ballad
Law began by living,
locomotion meeting the rails of electric rainfall,
Consequence coursing through interconnected crossbeams
making all form fruit of the first & final recipe,
one great statute spawned from the storm
billowing from Divinity's genius,
everything in the Universe existing to produce,
get busy, get bounce'n, grow wild & now,
receive with wisdom and take as thieves humbled by offering,
the original impulse from a manic God
pregnant from androgonous purpose,
a trillion movements in a single start, a fanatic for feral smarts,
stagnation anethema to the spectacular suspense of survival,
Natural Rights were for me
the moment my blood became mine, became a wet warlord
exerting presence in the wide open wrestle of Universe,
God the shadow & weight of my spark,
the window & scene of my good gumption, of my dusty dream,
self defense a mandate from the magistrate of my heritage,
freedom of expression an obligation humming from ancestors'
anniverseries applauded along the Appain Way headed
not towards Rome but forward to a higher home of honor,
a Law unto myself I am,
eating from the spines of lions,
sleeping atop pyramids built by a billion bones unbroken by battle,
afternoons auction affection for my amusement with discount
and the nights nudge nightmares asunder
with the release of red lightning
spelling the name of Creation in raw neon, breathtaking breakdown,
a script scribbled by a hand having the blueprint of dirt in it's fingernails,
I appeal to Adam, attest in favor of aggression's willpower,
to Eve I beseech, testify to the severity & sanction of self confidence,
let us smash all false law that stands as a wall to our fulfillment,
smack the eggshell of Man's authoritarian angst,
waking into a world of wakeful worries, confined by Common Law, U.C.C.,
walking through waves ment to wreck the arrogant
with a constitution inked by nerves electrified
by entertaining the urgency of a rampaging God,
thought of the great expanse thumping thoroughly through
the expeditions my expectations encounter,
black static undulating around the blue bulb of my brain,
sparks of ultimate consciousness mothering marks of miracles
in the becoming of birthright,
J.A.B.
Categories:
severity, adventure, universe,
Form:
Epic
I am but an ancient tree
Upstanding in my singularity
Ordained by the forest of my forefathers
I am full spread reaching for the sun
The light of 4.6 billion years never done
The source of all things living
Blanketed in the first snow of countless seasons
Branches laden with the weight of age and gravity
Ancestral roots of infinite years
Entwined with the pathway of my elders
I reach deep into the richness of my mother earth
Binding me to the womb of all that's known
A fertile union of exquisite definition
Conceiving the severity of truth
To harvest the heart of compassion
A simple white dream
A prophet's decree
I am captive to move and sway
With the purity of this moment
Drifting within the winds of wisdom
And timeless certainty
And in this time and space
I become one with that destiny
To be or not in the realm of its tranquility
To breathe with the rhythm and harmony
The beautiful cadence I dance to
The tick-tock clock of eternity
Categories:
severity, allegory, beauty, creation, destiny,
Form:
Free verse
Demons drown the desire;
proudly persecuting patiently.
Evil erupted entities;
maliciously mangling me.
Satan states the severity;
of corrupting his command.
Ferociously framed in fire;
horrifically at his hands.
Dreams died decades ago.
Slaying sins set out;
to traumatize the innocent,
on a rancid, wretched route.
Blood bath beginning;
Demons delightfully dote.
Abominations are appreciated;
take the knife to her throat.
The trials are terminated;
Judgment Day is just.
A lifetime with Lucifer;
all in the name of lust!
Categories:
severity, life
Form:
Alliteration
Saturated in the mist found by the pond,
of this scenery I used to be so fond-
The lake is covered in chartreuse moss,
and I am surrounded by the pain of loss.
Is it too much to ask to be happy once more?
I thought that life was supposed to be great,
if only I had the satisfaction I had before,
but now LONELINESS DOWN BY THE LAKE is my fate.
I boil a kettle of cocoa on the stove’s fire,
longing for life to bring me back my desire-
This cottage I own used to be homey and warm,
now only memories of lost love seem to swarm.
Is it possible to find a heartfelt love again?
Someone to hold hands with along the shoreline,
now solitude seems to be my only friend...
if only mother nature could bring back what’s mine.
I have been stuck on earth with condemnation,
lost in the severity of complete isolation-
My innocence is longing to be one with me,
my mind thirsts for my blind eyes to see.
Is love that has desolated bound to return?
I only know that I am suited for pain-
For the breaking of love’s bread, I do yearn,
but now LONELINESS DOWN BY THE LAKE does remain.
Kettle, Pond Lake Poetry Contest
Nayda Ivette Negron
February 9, 2018
Categories:
severity, loneliness, lost love, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
Scene 1:
There once was a man
filled with joy
a wife, a home
and a cute infant boy
Everything was grand
with twins on the way.
A spontaneous dog
who liked to play.
One day in the spring
He'd receive a call.
It was about his family.
the phone would suddenly fall.
Scene 2:
The car came out of nowhere
smashing head on the passenger side
Killing the infant son immediately,
in the ambulance his wife would ride.
Para-medics rushed frantically
to relieve the blood draining from her head.
With the severity of the wounds
death was inevitable,
They said!!
At one thirty-four this spring afternoon,
Four citizens were pronounced dead.
Someones wife, someones children
That is what the obituary read.
Scene 3:
A month later in the basement
of his quaint little country home.
He sat for hours thinking.
Sulking,
alone.
The thoughts of re-uniting
with the family he once had.
Drunk now thinking suicide,
he knew it would be bad.
Palms sweaty, vision blurred.
Vexed, praying for what comes next.
Reaching for the instrument,
his mind perplexed.
Scene 4:
He lifts the Smith & Wesson revolver
from its resting place.
Thinking of nothing but his family
placing it in the middle of his face.
Pulls the trigger,
at that moment all went black!!
Scene 5:
He wakes up
SUDDENLY...
His puppy licking his eye.
He looks at his dog,
then begins to cry.
When pulling the trigger
of this canon of a gun.
Instead of death he passed out.
As for bullets, there were none..
Jared Pickett
10/17/09
Asavvy1
Categories:
severity, loss, , cute,
Form:
Free verse
Deep inside, where my secret
Self breathes, whispering prayers
To the One I know as Master
I laugh, I dance, I praise
With joy that is my inspiration
Deep within, where my dreams
Awaken my heart to sensations
Of light shining across bare
Naked emotions, insights
Ideas that reassure my kindness
Deep inside, where my love
Colors my eyes in a sparkling
So gentle it flows softly
Through my hopes and beliefs
With faith that leaves me sure
Deep inside, where my laughter
Pours out from my heart
Breaking me free from hurt
Delighting me with its warmth
Embracing me with courage
Deep inside, where my desire
Sighs out a fire of yearning
Mellowing my awkwardness, severity
With music that breaks through
Singing peace into my confidence
Deep inside, where my life
Imagines, wishes, waits
For the miracle and wonder
Of God’s phenomenal gift to us
Vowing love that lives forever
Deep inside, where my God
Knows me better than I know
Who I am, where I go
When I’m learning to know
God is always in control
Deep inside… God gives me
Love that lives and gives
Forever and always
Eternally, to my
Soul
Categories:
severity, god, self, senses,
Form:
Free verse
She was an artist
And he wore a tie
He was established
She needed to fly
She loved the sensations
Danced to vibrations
She wasn't wired
For logical thinking
She learned to detect
Rules and regulations
And steered clear
Of these situations
He was a tad bit square
Didn’t always play fair
Oblivious to the severity
of a triple dog dare
He took no chances
Sat out the dances
His biggest concern
Was career advances
They lacked communication
She needed stimulation
Their marriage was built
On a hollow foundation
She was faithful, still
An oblong pill
It hurt going down
But she had the will
While she was off
Painting the world
He was falling
For a business girl
A lady in heels
Gave him all the feels
Perfectly polished
Making business deals
Well put together
From head to toe
But lacking color
No sparkle or glow
The way he looked at her
Was something new
The man with no heart
Had the passion of two
Categories:
severity, art, betrayal, business,
Form:
Free verse
There was An Old Women in This Shoe...
She had so many Children that it felt just like A Zoo.
She taught Them love,read poetry,and books...
They choose anger,hatred, and would not even look.
She taught Them reading,arithmetic,and writing...
They chose pain,aggravation,and dynamic fighting.
She Taught Them to Be Honest,truthful,never to fib or lie???
They chose words with devious vulgar meanness and demise.
She made Them scrap books with animals and art work of every kind.
They chose alcohol,drugs,Drug Dealers,and misery;Why???
She married a disease She knew not of its' severity or how to beat...
These Children All adopted it and low and Behold became rather weak.
She resort to teaching Them how to Pray to God and have Mercy.
How They forgot Her,All Their Manors,and those taught curtsies.
She would still Pray for Them to Her very last Days smothered By Kids.
You know;They came in All Sizes;Big,Medium,and small Bids.
Oh How She would Say,"Please For The Sake of God!!!
She happens to Be Gone In there live now...
As Precious as Her words were...
They still Haven't heard Her and just nod.
By Charlene L.Wilcox 09-20-2014
Categories:
severity, absence, children, conflict, crazy,
Form:
Narrative
They set aside views sometimes avoiding conflict real.
Voicing their concerns to no-one that matters truly,
Ones that stir the pot, while time is what they steal,
These voices in shadows sustain all that’s unruly.
Riding the severity, ripping others minds cruelly.
They have no servitude, just societies recklessness.
Hidden behind the true wealth, fading unduly,
They do not fight for reality, existing in weakness.
Those who ultimately rise for all have great consciousness.
These are the thinkers, poets, philosopher’s existing free.
Each of these set aside and speaks driving from darkness.
Creativity from mind, allows them to speak, others to see.
Humankind has vast distinct differences, of what is freedom.
Unfortunately very few times, do rulers have true wisdom?
Written for
Sponsor Dr.Ram Mehta
Contest Name The Spenserian Sonnet
Categories:
severity, history, life, people, philosophy,
Form:
Sonnet
On the shore he sits….
With his wits…he feels the grits…
Through his feet…and in his teeths…?
Having the determination…with some affection…
Cherishing the urge…with the intention to splurge…
And the sea waits …preparing for his dates…
What will his future hold…?
Will there be stories untold…as his destiny unfold…?
The testimony of a man…who, for so long…
Has travelled…the globe…
The fishes …the boats…the sinks…the floats…
The ships …the sailors…the bunkers…the freighters…
The oils in craters…the servings of waiters…
From the bows…to the sterns…he learns…
It’s difficult…no doubt…
The experience…like mountains…
The incidents…no fountains…
No parents could teach…the limits of his reach…
A young man…his dreams…his lifelong…it seems…
To be daring…no fearing…his only caring…
On the sea…to be…where he’ll always be free…
Through strong winds…and pouring rains..,
The glaring of sunshine…the severity of pains…
The channels…the straits…
The landscapes…the oceans…
The bearings…the emotions…
Where the South…no doubt…
Is a path…to the north…?
The successes…the disasters…the writhing of waters…
Some men…gods help them…
They stare…no fear…
Yet disappear…like thin air…
His wisdom…it’s like a kingdom…
No scare…to share…
No Ivy League…or premier league…
No university…what an audacity…
No Buckingham…no Yale…
Could pass…or fail…
The vision…to sail…
Of a seaman…his tale…
Categories:
severity, adventure, character, deep, inspirational,
Form:
ABC