Best Slash Poems
Another word flashes in my mind
Another slash in this heart of mine
They say all good things come to an end
They don't tell you that you have to lose a friend
They don't tell you that a part of your life would end.
It hurts so bad
There are not enough synonyms to sad
The sadness I feel ignites my anger
Now I argue out of desperation
The constant need of things you deem taboo
Like the idea that you have an attitude
Or that sometimes you don't have to be rude
and you say that no one deserves to know you
But do you know you?
I feel pain for saying that
But who other than me could tell you that?
I wrote you a letter in the form of poetry
Because the only people who think on this level is you and me
I cut myself holding on too tightly to broken dreams
Bleeding away my hopes dying a slow death
I don't bother to bandage my wounds
So used to this self mutilation that it no longer hurts
Numbness overcomes me with each cataclysmic episode of love
I can feel no more
I just watch the blood trickle to the floor
The world plays audience to my self destruction
Careless whispers of advice only make it worse
Shades of gray are splattered with shades of red
Everyone will watch in silence until I'm dead
A lifeless body roaming the earth I will be
Refusing to toss of those shattered dreams
The double edge sword of holding on or letting go
Slices deeper into my wrists as my dreams slice my throat
Sharp The Edges, Of Poet's Pen Turned To Fight,
( New Dawn,Third Battle And Final Slash ) -
Part Three
From within, a gifted calm brings a tranquil peace
to poet's soul that searched and found a new lease
and with foresight decided to take pen to write,
about shadowy black beast, that stabs in dark of night.
Now massive strength that old poets's pens often yields
succors heart and grants victory on battlefields
new ink hones blade, gifts poetic words that destroy,
that savage beast that sought to make a whipping boy!
From poetry comes a Light that, gives true powers
which destroys wicked beasts, lurking in dark towers
by shining wisdom from classic poetic verse,
to cut those, that such illuminations do perverse.
Lo! Be aware what may be found seeking true Light
Sharp the edges, of poet's pen turned to fight!
Robert J. Lindley, 10-19-2019
Sonnet, ( The Third And Final Battle-- Part Three)
Conclusion- Three Part Series..
Note: This is the last to be written on this subject in regards to
this specific incident. I offer this series for the hiding fool,
the worthless opponent to come on and try to refute.
nuff said... old poet, Still writing...
Dreamy state of being
My heart harmonizing,
Harmonizing could of, should of,
and would of....
My mind wonders,
wonders of the why's
The was I good enoughs?
pretty enoughs?
Hmm...
Fantasizing till dawn
Night fall, realizing
My heart, my affection,
been slashed
Slash from deceitful
passion,
cloying nothings
misguided
temporary emotions
my soul left in the cold
longing for our spirits,
to union as one
left defeating war with
my head and heart
Only to realize
my hoping and wishing
been slashed....
If I we're to be a wedding singer
The bride would obviously have
to be dead and wearing a black dress
And I am sure they would not only
ask for their money back
But I would never be asked back either
or be able to use them to provide me
with a glowing reference
I then would have to go away and
reinvent myself as a funeral singer
The sullen ilk of Johnny Cash
at a cremation service
Whaling a rendition of
Ring of Fire
And
I did it my way
So out of tune and with lyrics you
have never heard before
Until everyone is looking at each other
so confused they are now no longer
sad but laughing out loud instead
And thinking to themselves this
has to be the best funeral I have
ever been to in my life
So much so I might just laugh
myself to death
And if I do please promise me or
grant me this my dying wish
When I die you will book him to sing
at my funeral
Because if anyone could he could
raise the dead
By nature,
Bar ( | ) very arogon,
Obedient Slash (/ )
it summer
let be bummer
run have some fun
have a champan
bash
come baby let
SLASH
“The moon’s vision of humanity
Was something that it once desired
Tinkle, swoouf, it pondered
As it’s luminescence gazed at its prodigious oceans
The defunct dissection of the body fell into silence as it glanced back
Clish, clash, it wavered
It’s fluorescence gestured odiously
Enraging it’s radiance with envy
Woosh, clasps, oceans grew in his incensed intention
It never had a society that walked on its ground
A place, that humans recall home
stomp, clasp, It thought
Oceans trickled with peril as the moon grew its waves
Slash, sloosh, the clutter that pollutes the water clustered against its weight
The moon then rebounded; remarking the objects
Sling slang, swoosh, oceans sang it's mercy
It’s reminiscence then discerned the cunning truth
“The grass always seems greener on the other side”
we when to the beach
we each
we all stripp down
no one was around
we got started
the music we jump and bump
was at night under the moon light
it was
SUMMER NIGHT SLASH
SEX PARTY
Carpenter slash!
Hook up your heart my dear bae from Iceland,
In your watch my hand laid in the armpit like a clown.
The moses vocal in the bush to the lord.
You bug my heart and put it in a lawn.
My heart wax that the cerebral could not hold its weight,
Little talk,carpenter slash on the head,
Why me and what could have been my worth,
That this greatness my life made?
Papa in his heart could not comprehend that ocean gorge from the ray,
In your mercy dear divine let this cup pass me by.
Be far from here you this pot of wine!
Your handmaid is not a drunk but making her request to Him that will make the pay.
Your faith has made you whole,
Go and sin no more.
they run and have fun
the weather don't get no better
as they dash
theyer beach bummer
KIDS SLASH AND BEACH
AND SUMMER
some do it for fun
its a beach run
a it jump and fall
you do this with a bash
its
BEACH SLASH AND KICK BALL
it our house
we run like mouse
to where it cool
we act like fool
in the summer time
as the moon lght shine
we start a bash
and have a
BACK YARD SLASH
we will have beer
eat beet street
have fun
run
in the sand
listen to the band
play rock around the clock
we will dash get spash
it will be a treat
that''ll be complete
at the
SLASH BASH AT THE BEACH
its summer not only bummer
get out no doudt
have some fun
kept this in mind
its vacation time
read the road sign
stop and hop to the bash
with both feet
SLASH THE BEACH