Best Struck Poems
Watts gnu
Asked Sou
Knot much
Said Dutch
Ewe're late
Four date
Takes walk
Small talk
Tries hug
Slugs mug
Steels kiss
Near miss
Street car
Two bar
Byes bier
Ayes blear
Holds hand
Grate band
Lets dance
Know chance
Yew're drunk
Yew punk
He heaves
She leaves
Head tossed
Git lost
Sou miffed
Left swift
Ewe're tight
Good nite
Many nights you’ve graced my sight
fair Orion, hunter and groom to the abyss,
and yet it would seem an eternity
before we would meet and kiss.
Bought you’d be, and brought to me
by the grace of He who waits.
So, when I die my heart can rise
upon your valor’s brace.
He’d rename Hatsya’s famed
so my soul could light the way.
Dearbhla true poetess of love
‘pon Orion’s sword held sway.
And up I’d rise at my demise
to crest the sky and space.
When love was innocent
you would kiss me
and that kiss would provide sparks
that kiss would make my entire world stop
and for that brief second you were my world
you were the crisp air i would breath
not now...
when love was innocent your touch
your touch would inscription against my skin
my body would shiver with great sensation
my eyes would flutter with pleasure
not now...
when our love was innocent we would go to the fair
hands in locked together
id be in my white top and baby blue jeans
you with your pushed back hair and sunglasses
not a care in the world because we were together
not now...
when our love was innocent our kiss ment something
when our love was innocent your touch mattered
when i was innocent i wore white
now i wear black
The sword in my hand
is a pen
Sharp is the dried ink
I electronically send
Like all the mighty men of old,
I’m not afraid to speak the truth
Children of Judah walk like lions,
we stride bold
Idol loving liars beware,
I love hunting your beastly sins
I love catching you in the dark,
then smiting you with my pen
The sword in my hand
is a Goliath-killing pen ...
it’s fire forged
Slinging a smooth, small stone of truth,
I took the big sword
out of my enemy’s hand
Now it’s a giant sword I’m wielding
So I ask, as I approach: are you foe or friend?
Wrong answer will get you cut down,
struck dead by my pen
Truth is a double-edged sword,
its words are sharp
Blessed is he who has the words of God
issuing from their mouth
Faithful is he who holds that sword
resting on the hot coals
Devoted is he who unsheathes this pen,
ready to join the battle
of Good versus evil
On the nose
Diva
Hits
Pitch
Perfect
Note
Sent
Airborne
On wings
Slapping
Cupid
Senseless
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Senseless
Cupid
Slapping
On wings
Airborne
Sent
Note
Perfect
Pitch
Hits
Diva
On the nose
2018.08.22
Composed For Jesse Rowe's
A Reversible Poem Poetry Contest
The clock has struck.
It's way too late.
There are no thoughts left to pollinate.
The planet warms.
They've sealed their fate with
fires and storms, wars and hate.
It's way too late.
Today at 8:05 AM
Why must we feel stuck, as if we can't get out.
Instead of positive on our minds, most are filled with doubts.
This life was never meant, to be easy for a second.
That's why before blessings, we are taught many lessons.
So many people, think they're alone on this ride.
Always seen with a smile but it's the hurt that they hide.
I am here to tell you, I promise that you're not.
All you have to do, is give happiness a shot.
We all walk by one another, passing on the streets.
Never knowing what that stranger, would give anything to defeat.
It really is not that hard, offering to help someone.
Do you not have struggles, that you wish were undone?
Why does one judge so hard, when they do not even know.
Why cut someone off, when there is so much left to show.
If each person in the world..gave one stranger a chance, life would be more beautiful.. From just a single glance.
When all we ever hear about, are the sad things and the bad.. It makes it haft to remember, the great things we all once had.
If you really want change.. You have to be just that, if you think the world has struck out, then maybe you're up to bat.
Told her I could rope the moon
She said go hail a cab
But my truck is parked in back
Are you down with that
Throttling between those lines
Her foxy turns my neck
I want to brake but keep going
Keep the mind in check
Moving up to break that stride
The end is what we bet
Something possibly rolls along
Better to never forget
Looking ahead and she is there
I might get in a wreck
Cannot keep my mind off of her
A sort of love lunatic
With many others my soul waits
My heart placing a bet
Will it or does it never exist
She could just say yes
You came and looted my heart
I didn't own it, you stopped it from falling apart
Executing easily such heist
And leaving me with thirst
For your sinful hands again to struck the strings of my heart
Your glances leave me longing
Your stares leave me shivering
A touch of your soft hands makes the flames inside of me burning
I am owned by none other
I am tamed by you forever
Forever baby ain't enough , me and you surely know
Even if your fire eat me alive, I won't let go
Keep me in your beating heart
Let forever always be the place to start
Playing peek-a-boo with my pines
Playing hide and seek with your signs
You come and go
Killing me slow
Oh criminal ! You got me enslaved
You hacked my heart and make me crave
Wonder how you have that innocent eye
When you make my passion cry
I wonder how my wings are broken but still can fly
Wonder how my wounds are open, but you refuse to let me dieI
t's healing me by the warmth of your side
It's too obvious to the universe that your love is immortal in my veins , there's no way to hide
You've murdered my self control
And sent me burning in coal
Holy criminal! That's what you are
I won't sue you, please give me more scars
COLLABORATION WITH WHITE SAGE
The Darkness fills me
illuminates fingertips
my eyes turn jet black
our dark hearts shatter like glass
your skin is cold blue
once vibrant soul matches suit
paralized with fear
we dance on our graves
holding sober hands
childrens laughter fills my head
flashing dark crimson and white
the grounds set for our last stand
our features are blank
as our last breath expires
embrace and explode
Poetry of life
Is as elegant as forest
In both
The treasure, hidden within…
Like forest, her thirst
Opportune sign
In each furlong, the mystery
Intimately grip…
Where is the beauty?
In such green lush or in such silken thigh
I am struck by the beauty
Nature or otherwise…
Heartstrings
skillfully played
each note hits close to home
as I weep symphony of tears
spill out
Inspired by reading Nette's Cinquain
Old or new in Five or Less Contest
Category Serious
Went with new instead of old.
In the midst of detritus ,rubbles and silt,
dirth powder flaring along the wind,
lashings of cement neath the tin,
were drawn two fingerprints.
A red cap moved from pillar to post ,
Jumping and squeaking among log woods,
Streaching his arms and bending his limbs ,
Twirling his lips to make sounds of air wings.
Quick he ran from place to place,
Came down instant moving with some pace,
ran from the door towards window pane,
Forming a real superjet plane.
"Don't you disturb run from here"
said his mother daunting him with fear,
straight he went towards the fields near,
sat down crouching and shed a tear.
"Crash down my dreams,resolve my fate,
Labour like dad , carry family trade
No pen and diary , no future plane
Your absurd wisdom mom , will possess only a minage".
"She sent me to dad to help him then,
Again excited i got viewing a book and a pen,
Daily wages he scribbled unclear of words himself,
Quickly I wiped all thoughts and intent,
Knowledge is not acknowledged by my kin itself".
The storm was rolling in
The boredom began to stir within
Begging to be set free from the walls that confined them
Two children wanted to brave the storms that were engulfing 'em
Outside they went with all smiles
While playing by a metal can, they could hear the claps of thunders for miles
While talking to her cousin on this night
A bolt of lightning came down which gave the children an awful fright
The bolt cracked and jumped from car to fence to phone line to metal can to mouth
The children turned pale as their blood ran south
Screaming the boy ran in first
While leaving the girl to fight to open the door, that was the worst
For the boy was holding the door shut
Which made the girl think the door was stuck
Off to the hospital they tore
No more playing in the storm they swore
The doctor checked them both and found a hue
For the little girl, her tongue was blue
Trying to explain
That she was talking in the rain
The doctor chuckled as he asked, "Did it taste like bacon?"
With tears rolling down her face, she answered, "No like chicken."
You came and looted my heart
I didn't own it, you stopped it from falling apart
Executing easily such heist
And leaving me with thirst
For your sinful hands again to struck the strings of my heart
Your glances leave me longing
Your stares leave me shivering
A touch of your soft hands makes the flames inside of me burning
I am owned by none other
I am tamed by you forever
Forever baby ain't enough , me and you surely know
Even if your fire eat me alive, I won't let go
Keep me in your beating heart
Let forever always be the place to start
Playing peek-a-boo with my pines
Playing hide and seek with your signs
You come and go
Killing me slow
Oh criminal ! You got me enslaved
You hacked my heart and make me crave
Wonder how you have that innocent eye
When you make my passion cry
I wonder how my wings are broken but still can fly
Wonder how my wounds are open, but you refuse to let me dieI
t's healing me by the warmth of your side
It's too obvious to the universe that your love is immortal in my veins , there's no way to hide
You've murdered my self control
And sent me burning in coal
Holy criminal! That's what you are
I won't sue you, please give me more scars
COLLABORATION WITH SHAHEIN DALIA