Blotted Out Poems | Examples

Frozen Side of The Sun

Turning over in a ruffled bed,
stark red numbers sear 4 a.m. into bloodshot corneas.
Nothing but darkness creeps through threadbare curtains, frozen in place.
A desolate silence becomes deafening, as birdsong no longer crescendos—
what would have been the breaking of dawn.

It's been six years now since our brightest star was thrown out of orbit,
exposing the frozen side of the sun.
No longer does our planet experience the warmth of its radiation,
nor the glow of its solar flares.

Within a fraction of a second, humanity was plunged into an everlasting night.
Temperatures plummeted; mass hysteria was at its peak.
Crops perished within hours to days,
as the new icy tundra eclipsed once-thriving farmlands.
The birth of a perpetual Ice Age was at hand.

Power grids crystallized and snapped.
Cities crumbled; small towns were blotted out,
disappearing off the map, never to be seen again.

Death's gelid hand spared but a few souls—
holed up in a scientific research bunker in the Arctic.
We are but the unlucky few who get to “live” in this glacial purgatory,
wandering aimlessly forevermore.

The Butterfly

And when the shadow of a large boot blotted out the sun
I then knew my final  day of reckoning was done

Now that I am on the other side
Free from pain and hurt I now reside

Pear’s Beautiful Blossoming Day

"The buds on my pear tree will become florets this day,
prettily unfurled a creamy white."  by poet

On leaves of green streams down the gold
of a radiant April dawn,
and blotted out is winter’s cold
because sun’s here to warmly smile upon
the pear tree that is posing on my lawn.
The first day for her blossoming has come.
White pearled clusters now adorn my favorite tree.
A lovely fashionista this day she has become.
Can any other tree be more beautiful than she?

From the sixth to the ninth hour

The rulers' wild minds and beast masks on tight
Were veiled in the looming night of their hands
Even their knees could not run from the plight
Air burned with a mother's cries across lands 
Soothed by kings' raining tears across the sands 
The planets and stars were splashed with Christ's blood
The sun blotted out by their tearful flood
The heavens were then filled with phantoms whirled 
Raining into wombs to become lifeblood
A blood and water mist poured on the world

Inspired by a passage by Homer's The Odyssey, Chapter 20

The Freedom To Believe

This world is a complex one
so many think so many various views
how are we to think about this sensibly
there's a need to consider what's really true

There's a great need to know how it began
I mean regarding this world and all we see
nonsensical is any view other than a creation
look at history to see how we don't agree

The scriptures are the only reliable source
anything else is man's ideas self-made
God the creator is the source of all things
before creation, there was nothing been laid

Wars, hatred, and death will be
no matter men's attempt to find peace
till God is given His rightful first place
but man wants first place, ignores God's pleas

Religion won't ever solve this dilemma
God requires a real-living relationship
remembering God's promise to stay
close by you bringing true fellowship

God sent Jesus to rectify man's problem
that our sin be blotted out for good
so to receive the freedom to believe
then God will be rightly understood

Dark

He arose, erasing my past
Stifling the ache with His embrace
Gentling me with peace that will last
It’s called true love, amazing grace

He arose, silencing all doubt
Thankful that my wrongs he’d erase
All my sin has been blotted out
It’s called true love, amazing grace

He arose, healing my despair
Joy is written across my face
He’s kind, answering my prayer
It’s called true love, amazing grace

He arose, spoke light o’er my soul
Offered hope that I can’t replace
With Him, there’s wonder to console
It’s called true love, amazing grace

He arose, stirring my heart up
From the dark, His light I’ll still chase
His Spirit always fills my cup
It’s called true love, amazing grace

Happy People

when cat comes over
both mouse and rat blotted out
people are happy

The Maze Called Life

In life, we often meet with ups and downs.
The unexpected waits to pounce on us.
In the wink of an eye life can take a u turn.
We must solve the conundrum of life all alone.
Tossed and shattered by breakers rushing upon
Sometimes we are ripped apart, torn asunder,
Landing in alien shores, in hostile situations.


The night of weariness may suddenly descend.
The lamp of life may be blotted out by sweeping gales.
Many a time we get shattered in the throes of life.
Life is often loss and pain, facing the unknown
We do not know where our journey takes us.
With masks on, we are destined to play our parts,
Even after the music is over, till the curtain falls.

As we stroll through this maze called life
We never ask ‘whither’ and heedlessly move on!

Lasting

 "The Lord has appeared of old to me, saying: Yes, I have loved you with an everlasting love; Therefore with lovingkindness I have drawn you."   
            ~ Jeremiah 31:3 (NKJV) (The Holy Bible) 

Lasting love from above
   was seen on the Cross
Jesus died, crucified
   Love note sent across

Forgiven, I'm driven
   to share lasting joy
Sin and doubt blotted out
   Peace none can destroy

Broadcasting faith lasting
   I am God's child now
He is mine, love divine
   Mercy on my brow

Lasting hope helps me cope
   He's my strong refuge
Lasting peace, troubles* cease
   Bathed in grace deluge



*troubled heart


15th March 2023

Flight of the Ravens

Flight of the Ravens

Twilight skies reverberate with ravens in anxious flight,
Like shades of ebony in the shadows
When light faints into midnight hues
Blush of amber early evening elegance blotted out,
In a rush of shaggy wings
By a murder of mythical Celtic kings
Who ancient mourn Bran the Blessed
To dance the Celtic myth in flight
Against the gasping day pressed up against
A dark moon rising,
Strident caws haunt young visions and ancient dreams
Absent of the lyric whine of chanted song 
To mourn at the edges of dusk
One raven fallen from the hands of the wind
Into the silent chrysalis of death
Grieving squawks resound as mourners rise
In perfect synchronicity of aerobatic grace 
Leaving bits of string and empty sable pinecones
To ever mark their eulogy.

9-28-22
Contest: A Flock of Birds
Sponsor: Julia Ward

This is based on a true story of a raven in our backyard.

Ravens mourn.  They remember events and also leave gifts.
Bran the Blessed is a Celtic myth about ravens.
In Greek mythology the raven is white.
A flock of ravens is a murder.

Portrait

Portrait

Through shades of life in subtle hues
Faded eyes invite imbedded memories,
Half hidden behind a worn visage
Where dreams still dance to celebrate a milestone,
Entwined in lost days of once up a time times,
Layered serene moments of rest invoking
A tranquil touch overlaid with the heavenly;
Quiet now the hands on life’s tiller,
Noise of the wounded spirit
Blotted out by wisdom gained in tinted ashen turmoil,
The pilgrim sits, interludes dance in crosshatch
Embraced, abiding in sacred values beckoning
A captured chroma in still life subtle serenity
Blended reveries reveal the pale intimate,
Stories stored in the compressed soul,
As deep lines of passing years soften – fade away –
In color palettes mixed with ochre joy and slate tears
Waiting for the next breath filled with treasures, 
Softened intensities to burst through grey tones -
The soul’s pastel breath captured – released - unchained.

6-14-22
Contest: Pastel
Sponsor: Craig Cornish

God's Remedy For Your Sinfulness - Acts 3: 19

God has a plan by sending His son
here to earth so to rescue us from hell
which is where our sinfulness takes us
if we don't turn back to escape satan's cell

The Lord grants the gift of repentance
in the power of the holy spirit divine
so in repenting faith to believe enters
coming to know Christ is a true sign

God calls His own to a changed life
to be converted living unto the Lord
searching the scriptures follow its ways
abiding in the knowledge of His swift sword

This is the work of God's spirit
working in the heart deep within
so your sins are blotted out
through Jesus having died for our sin

God's remedy for your sinfulness
Jesus shed His blood, our sin to atone
this plan God devised before eternity
for His own glory, from cross to throne


("Repent therefore, and turn back, that your sins may be blotted out,")
Acts 3: 19 (ESV)

Snow Will Follow

Does a snow flake flow upstream at midnight

With a mountain waterfall so vertically up

Is the moon blotted out by storm clouds mounting

While some insignificant ice thing melts


On such evenings as this where shadows thrive

Given the lack of light and evidence given

Who is to say what is or isn’t


What gives credence to a crystalline

Frozen then gone in an instance

Snow blends in, transforms the darkness

Merges with so many droplets at a cost


Flowing soft but hard against the rocks

Where tears hide by muffled sounds inside

Waterfalls crash but never cry


Is this how life and love begins

Forming midnight on a mission

While another snow flake falls

Goes missing with the others lost

Eighteen Wheeler

Used carcase dealer
got a crash dummy discount
for the 
covetous consumer

Pyramid chain customers
all have the
Pharaoh chariot lust

Crypto-coin tarnished souls
want a cartel vehicle
to transport
their false profit cargo

“You need a boss eighteen wheeler,”
says the 
dark sunglass,   shady-voice dealer

“Something catacomb big
to a-carry your 
Faustian minnow bait load

I suggest a coffin-lined rig,
with a trapdoor
to cattle prod secure goad”

With a snake charmer drone,
the crafty saleswoman
viper spit   rattled on and on

Raising the heat of the fever pitch,
she suggestively hissed,
“Don’t you feel that Route 66 itch

Get an added sixth gear,
and squeal hear  the asphalt buckle below
The sirens, have no fear ... 
blues on the take, gon be on cruise control”

“Purchase a roadkill deal, Dirt Devil eighteen wheeler — 
And Judas silver grin sign 
the blotted-out dotted line, ”
croons the black widow repo clad, used carcase dealer

My White Friend

I'm the waring partner
The insensitive one
I live life like a living litter
I'm the painful tooth but i am never blotted out

Raw, crude and insensitive
Reckless, wild, yet clueless
Despite the testimony of my art and act
Still he loves

With his help I've partied right at the battle front
My hot days I've been laced with snow
And with his help I have leaped over walls

Not for the purity talks
Never because he counsels
Nothing attached to his ability to console
The holy spirit is my foremost faithful friend

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