Best Uncured Poems
Clouds bursting on clouds from the uncured rain,
Where stemmed wicks snuff out flower smoke,
Fissures that droop so much deeper—
The air full of seed will burn out the storm.
Where stemmed wicks snuff out flower smoke,
A girl ringed in twists of ivy.
The air full of seed will burn out the storm;
She is set like the sun on the many tones of the sky.
A girl ringed in twists of ivy,
Fissures that droop so much deeper—
She is set like the sun on the many tones of the sky,
Clouds bursting on clouds from the uncured rain.
Categories:
uncured, angst, deep, humanity, introspection,
Form:
Pantoum
Legacy of Errors
(Epitaph)
An eternity of anguish, endured,
Wounds healed, scars uncured,
A legacy of errors and mistakes,
A lifetime of lessons unlearned,
Won 6th Place in the contest: Any 5 line Poem by friend 'Poet Destroyer':)
Categories:
uncured, angst, bereavement, philosophy, poetry,
Form:
Epitaph
Seeing your pain crucially torments me…
You asked me to kill you with love and sincerity.
My hands could never be lethal coz I am your cure.
Left me no option but still quite so unsure.
You wear a ragged gown of despair,
Not too cozy to see your life so much impaired.
How long have you fought for this Black Death?
Days of agony just wasted all of your wealth.
Till end of the day I see your pain.
Am I too helpless to see you have nothing to gain?
Pills of remedy are ever too useless.
Magical potion is oddly so clueless.
Now I just have to end your long ache.
It hurts me bad but this is all you have to intake.
Rest and sleep my beloved oh friend.
Your uncured sick must all have to end.
Categories:
uncured, sick,
Form:
Narrative
37 Jesus replied: “‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.’[a] 38 This is the first and greatest commandment. 39 And the second is like it: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’[b] 40 All the Law and the Prophets hang on these two commandments.” NIV.
Two Great Commandments
We must praise God with our total being;
With newfound faith in Him are believing;
Yourself forget;
In neighbors let;
Help those in need who will be grieving.
Jim Horn
St. James Episcopal Church
Shallotte, NC
lord 127 End Rhymes
One-syllable rhymes
board
bored
chord
cord
cored
cured
fiord
fjord
floored
ford
gored
gourd
gourde
hoard
hord
horde
lord
moored
oared
pored
poured
roared
scored
shored
snored
soared
stored
sword
toured
ward
warred
whored
Two-syllable rhymes
abhorred
aboard
accord
adored
afford
award
backboard
baseboard
billboard
blackboard
breadboard
broadsword
buckboard
cardboard
chalkboard
chessboard
chipboard
clipboard
concord
contoured
corkboard
dashboard
deplored
discord
duckboard
explored
floorboard
footboard
freeboard
hardboard
headboard
highboard
ignored
implored
inboard
keyboard
landlord
lapboard
moldboard
outboard
outscored
pasteboard
pegboard
prescored
rancored
record
restored
reward
scoreboard
seaboard
shipboard
sideboard
signboard
skateboard
slumlord
soundboard
springboard
surfboard
switchboard
tagboard
toward
uncured
wallboard
warlord
washboard
whipcord
Three-syllable rhymes
aboveboard
centerboard
checkerboard
clavichord
coinsured
fiberboard
fingerboard
harpsichord
mortarboard
notochord
overboard
overlord
paperboard
pinafored
plasterboard
pompadoured
prerecord
reassured
shuffleboard
smorgasbord
stevedored
underscored
unexplored
unrestored
untoward
weatherboard
Categories:
uncured, allegory, analogy, religious,
Form:
Limerick
It happened all of a sudden
My own village outgrowing its own space
With its sun bathing golden paddy spikes gone for good
Usurped as they are by the murky canopies of rubber trees
A second hand substitute with a sky high profit line
Through which a speckled sun peeps down
On fields which were once free of fleas and ticks
Whose air grew a thousand butterfly fingers
To caress you to a new life
And which is now home for midges and mosquitoes
Sinking fast hostile barbs into your same-same flesh
That but flinches though immune to pin pricks
Uncured as they are of avarice.
Categories:
uncured, naturesun,
Form:
Free verse
Shards of tears
engrave memories
like a tattered glass
recalling years scarred by desire.
she went mountain climbing
too high, gasped, got
wedged like a pinched rose
then hoisted by a fish hook in the jaw.
he did 60 pills in 60 days
still uncured, he grabbed a feather
tickled a powder keg
and exploded.
this marriage was a crown of thorns.
Categories:
uncured, dark, imagery, marriage, metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
IN THE MIDST OF EVIL
I COME BACK FROM THE
BATHROOM INTO
MY BEDROOM
IN THIS WITH CRAFT
PRACTICE SHELTER
I FELT A SATANIC SHAKE
IN THE FLOOR
THANK YOU JESUS FOR SHEDDING
YOUR COVERING BLOOD
GOING BACK TO MY BED
SHAKING MY LEG
TO SONGS OF WORSHIP
I FELT EVIL GHOSTS
CHALLENGING THE HOLY GHOST
AND THE PAIN THAT CURSED MY
LEGS STOPPED
I STARTED SHAKING MY LEG
CUZ JESUS TOLD THE ENEMY
"NOT!"
IN MIDST OF EVIL
I STAND UNCURED
BUT BLESSED
I REFUSE TO STAND FOR ANYTHING LESS
THAN GOD'S BEST
IN THE MIDST OF EVIL
Categories:
uncured, body, christian, evil, faith,
Form:
Pastoral
In Bedzin and in Krakow they breathed in
What they denied in conscious thought or word.
The ashes of the Jews, the shades of skin
Penetrating lungs so deep within
The dead unburied mixed, in air secured
In Bedzin and in Krakow, mortal sin.
The nearby people turned to burial urns.
The human dust by breathing was allured
The ashes of the Jews, the shades of skin.
So Europe took their human ash within.
A graveyard we became unknown, impure.
In Bedzin and in Krakow, more of sin.
And who they thought destroyed lived on in them
Controlled their lungs, their hearts their minds uncured,
The ashes of the Jews, borne in their skin.
Like a mass communion without words
We ate and breathed the Jews, the gays, unheard
In Bedzin and in Krakow we walked in
The ashes of the lost, the glades of skin,
Categories:
uncured, absence, allusion, holocaust, murder,
Form:
Villanelle
Contradictions
Frosted eyes opaqued evanesence,
chilled bone soup luminescent.
Veracose veins, tight muscle tenses,
Awareness alert but unable to sense this.
Medical liquor uncured infection,
categorically diseased without no protection.
Split highway, wrong chose direction,
a blue suit ordered ludicrous inspection.
Decision based morality by some Politician,
static cling energized body friction.
Paranoid thinking thoughts of suspician,
Shhh... quiet and just listen...contradictions...
Categories:
uncured, conflict, corruption, nonsense, political,
Form:
Rhyme
When they met, their pairing unlikely.
From two worlds, stories differed slightly.
Into the forest ahead they go
He observes her, rosy cheeks aglow.
The pair ensconced in equal lushness,
where the Redwoods grow, the moss touchless.
Streaks of fresh sunlight mismatched in strength
cast upon their shoulders from great length.
Today she is his and he is hers,
no aches in their hearts remain uncured.
Unspoken words dance between their lips,
Looks exchanged, his touch on her hips.
Butterflies linger, often they do.
She smiles, eyes soften, her hope renewed.
Their start described as remarkable.
When face-to-face, their love thinkable.
Categories:
uncured, butterfly, desire, earth, feelings,
Form:
Couplet
HOOKEY DAY
So you went off to school son and what did you learn?
will it make the world better the next time it turns?
No I didn’t go to school ma, I played hooky today
and I learned that it’s time to throw the books away.
I went to the cities and I walked down the streets,
and talked to the graduates where they work and compete.
I looked at the systems that they have contrived
and it’s hard to believe that we’re still alive.
I heard bankers scheming financial plots
to turn all of the haves into have-nots,
to place the whole world under total control
in endless poverty with no hope of parole.
I heard doctors and lawyers speaking in tongues
to patients uncured as the innocent hung.
Big pharma was addicting whole populations
as wall street convulsed in financial elation.
I saw shadows behind men high in power
as the world grew darker hour by hour.
The light at the end of the tunnel seen
was in the hands of an interrogation team.
My thoughts became knots, all tied up in the hype
that the media weaves through the lines of it’s type.
Life was distorted by camera and crews
***** called art and fiction called news.
Did you study your lessons and pass all your tests,
will you use what you learn to become a success?
I learned that the minds of those studying there
are molded by evil for tools of despair.
They're captains of industry, the corporate select
who ravage the earth and cause human neglect.
They measure success by raids and attacks—
and the depth of the blade in society’s back.
They control the planet and technology
that could energize earth, pollution free,
but they profit more from machinery
that fouls the air, the earth and the sea.
Go to their schools and you’re taught to agree
with the policies of the powers that be.
To aid and abet them in criminal goals
of pillage and plunder and global control.
To cast aside all conscience and sense
and leave the future to pay the expense.
To covet and hoard, collect and amass
and consume the earth to the last blade of grass.
These are the men of letters and worth
of corporations destroying the earth.
Go sit with their scholars and sully your brain
I’ll pass on the classroom and keep myself sane.
Categories:
uncured, education,
Form:
Couplet
Love is a song, sang by your soul
Through your heart
Once you start
To feel like a part
Of someone that makes you whole.
Love is a flame, that seldom dies
But is only obscured
By pain uncured
And can be matured
With a good long heart rending cry.
True love is rare, like a pink pearl
It never stops shining
Or singing
It keeps on burning
Lying dormant in every boy and girl.
Pain steals your love, hiding it quick
Away in the mist
But it exists
And may persist
Because real true love never quits!
Timothy I. Brumley
Categories:
uncured, hope, inspirational, love, philosophylove,
Form:
Rhyme
Aubrey Mc Govern
by Don Johnson ........
Aubrey McGovern and the Deaf & the Deefe
lived down on Cubbie on damper and beef.
The damper was easy McGovern could cook
the beef it was shady Deaf & Deefe was a crook.
When the meat bag was empty and had to be filled,
the first neighbors beast just had to be killed.
It was a bush law that you don't kill your own,
when picking one out it was mostly a roan.
These cattle are softer and won't hurt your gums,
digestion is better and won't hurt your buns.
Whips could be made from their soft roan hides,
and last for years when properly applied.
You could make hobble straps out of green hide you know,
bell straps for the horses,…(green hide uncured leather off a bullock)
but twisting hide ropes was ever so slow.(hobble pegs 4 hobble strap)
They would last for years if you kept them well oiled,
and kept under cover so they wouldn't be spoiled.
With head ropes and leg ropes and a Bronco horse,
the branding was done on the old water course( Cubbie stn)
McGovern was evil when on the grog,
Swore until his death he'd met the Devil agog.
He met him front on with a pot full of spuds,
he threw it all over him and scalded his duds.
Yes the Devil took off McGovern did say,
and he didn't come back for many a day.
The tools of the Bushman are simple and few.
So he hit the old devil with a bucket of stew.
Sometimes when sober and a few friends around,
They'd query him about the Devil,
he declared the story was sound.
by D H Johnson
This eating of the neighbors cattle or sheep was
traditional, and IS accepted as the done thing.
in south west Queensland. http://www.scullywag.com/kokoda1942stoush
Categories:
uncured, cowboy-westernold, old,
Form:
Ballad
Deepest hurt was all around
Antidote is not yet found
The scars of the past remain
Refresh the bundles of pain
Memories seemed so bitter
Animalistic glitter
Mad man plays the rules of love
Tears from lover full of doubt
Categories:
uncured,
Form:
It doesn't seem to make a difference how many bottles I drained
What I smoked
The medication I now take
The mask I wear upon my face
Nothing changes inside
Fast paced breathing
Clutching on to something
Never quite sure what I am trying to hold on to
Too scared of what I might find
If I go searching for myself
I'm too ashamed
I'm not ashamed
I crossed so many lines
I feel so sick, I feel just fine
I'm not quite sure what the hell I am anymore
Insults dried on my tongue
Bruises don't hurt anymore
Just another mark to fade away, I always want to fade away
Everyone just pretend I don't exist for an hour
And I promise to return from my own mind
With nothing short of a masterpiece you will never admire
A side of me you will never see
A promise you will swear I could never keep
One million more apologies
That mean nothing to you
But destroy me
Merely of which to speak
Categories:
uncured, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse