Sceptical Poems | Examples

Through Life's Clenched Jaw

Our proximity came with my age
And I only saw your later chapters, 
though I saw myself in you.

Not unlike myself with ambition,
Homely peers and shouting,
The weight you did accrue.

Your aims changed a while ago,
And I added them to my own,
I saw your smile tighten,
But I let my feelings stew.

Fancy chains of gold, white veiled capture,
And, yes,  I hate your captor,
Sceptical of this new chapter, 
and the baby cradle too.

As of now your hands have turned to hitting,
Smiles inclined to swearing,
Your son is only one now,
And our similarities are already true?

As I try to slumber now the stature cracks,
The bringer of tears strikes again,
And I struggle to identify who.

I’ve looked up for the longest time,
And I gaze into you now that I’ve grew.

The truth I’ve come to grips with now,
I don’t want to be you.

KEEP FIVE ALIVE

KEEP FIVE ALIVE

It’s a five pointed star
Not the simplest by far
As thoughts are left ajar 
But for naught except Blahblah
Just that one last hurrah

They call it a pentagram
Sceptical is what I am
With all that flim flam
Rejecting the glitz and glam
You’re not a witch ma’am

Anxiety I try to quell
Nothing ever seems to gel
Please don’t cast a spell
You know that very well
Otherwise, just go to Hell

I Have Finally Worked Me out

I Have Finally Worked Me out.

I’m impulsive
I never stay when I want to leave
I’m annoying
They feel it, but are too polite to say.
I’m opinionated
So much so, I show my own stupidity
I’m explosive
My temper sometimes lets loose
I’m a recluse
I love being alone, in my own company
I’m scared
Mostly by things which will never happen
I’m suspicious
I trust very few and allow few people to know me
I’m sceptical
I believe little of what I hear and less of what I am shown
I’m a nuisance
High maintenance, annoying sometimes, irrational, irritating
I’m emotional
My face can’t lie or hide how I feel.
I’m also….
Giving, generous, caring, talented, humorous, funny,
Off the wall, loving, helpful, shy, a genius, if I believed.
I’m me. Who are you?

David Cox 27/02/24.

It Started With A Blank Canvas

I stood in front of the canvas,
I had a story to tell,
I had images impressed in my chamber,
Visions in my night’s sojourn.

I started stroke by stroke,
I painted brush by brush,
In the hush of the night,
In the symphony of the silence.

I was startled to see the tempest in me,
I had gone to the depths of the cauldron,
I was perplexed to see the night that pervaded my room,
It hid subtle monsters.

I was sceptical about displaying it,
Who would understand?
Someone did,
So I wasn’t a lone species after all.


February 24, 2023.

OPEN VERSE NO 30

DIVISIONS
sharply
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 practical
sceptical
   emphatic
remains
   hidden
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  temperament
in
  abstraction

  dramatic
progressions
  fragment
 evolving
in
sensibilities
of
conceptions
glimpsed
in
denouement
with
  unusual
suspense
of
questioned
unified
in
synthesis

A Sentimental Moment

A sentimental moment

After seeing a movie about an adopted child by a wealthy family
it was pure fantasy well done and in tears of joy
For me, it was a vulnerable moment; I wondered why didn’t
became a father.

I sat dreaming that there was a knock on my door and a person
that looked familiar and said: I’m your child.
Aghast, I would take a step backwards, sit down, overwhelmed
that I, in my old days, should finally be a father.

Then, my sceptical mind kicks in;  is this person here?
An extra mouth to fill; if it is a daughter, ok, she can help keep
the flat clean; a son, he will probably drink and crash my car.
Sigh, I better stop watching sentimental movies

Sceptical

Scepticism

When I grew up
I stopped believing in God
Toys belonged to the young
And Santa fanatics.
However,
I leave a small light
On the bedside table
The fear of the dark 
Never left me.
However,
I knew Christianity had taken hold of me
The dark hue of the sinner
Is always present.
However,
I believe in the day
Truth must not be hide
In churches recesses.
However,
Blood splash on walls and tinsel
On the ground
New Year in Istanbul
The fear never left me.
However,
I saw a happy child play in the puddle

Walk a Shoe Or Shoo Away

Going, gasping, grasping for breath
Doing, dreading, dancing for death
Walking a mile away, just to be a mile near the end
Friend, fiend, foe all walk hand in hand. 
I leave, and the leaves rustle under my feet 
The sound of crunch leaves me sceptical, I feel close to a freak
Freaking out at each sound, 
I wonder how sound my mind is? 
Wonders all around, yet all I see is the dark in light
Suddenly my head feels light, in my eyes shadows of dancing butterflies. 
And I eyed to see the world around
All aloof, all astute and amidst all- an anybody
An anybody who shares my body
And a part of the soul who faces fate
It's face of figure walking in the soles of dead. 
Where am I now
At end of the tail, or just the beginning of tale
Every body looks for a difference
And I look upon with deference. 

25.07.2021

The Young Jesus

The story of the young Jesus 

Jesus was sceptical of his tribe as a trainee carpenter
he was lousy, could even make a bookshelf, he was bullied for this.
Jesus took umbrage and criticized the establishment of bootlicking priests
whom the Roman occupiers had given them power?
He took to hanging out with a group of radicals of the day
and since he was good with words soon became their leaders.
The groupies, one of the Magdalene, were for the pleasure of the flesh,
although Jesus was fond of this woman, he didn´t show it openly.
Jesus got big-headed thought he could take on the establishment 
like when he chased money lenders out of the church.
He was wrong!
He was arrested mocked, and given a thorn crown, but he insisted
he was the proper leader of the people.
they crucified him, but women come to the rescue, healed his wounds
and sent him and Magdalen, the despised tart, to France.
He had seven children and ended his days as a valued goldsmith.

Denmark

Denmark 
 
 There is a charming little country
it has no sharp stones or huge mountains to obstruct the view
In our heart, we loved this little land.
They even invented the word “HYGGE.”
The reality is quite different, as it turns out to be a den of spies.
they spied on the behalf of the USA; in other Scandinavian countries,
 they even bugged the prime minister of Germany´s phone.
In shipping it has been noticed they get the best contracts.
Quid pro quid, I think the word is.
We in Norway have been half sceptical of this sugary land 
We were ruled by them for 500 years.
But they make good beer.
It will take time before we trust the sweet little land again, and
The word “Hygge” has lost its cosy sense of brotherhood.

Addressed To Me

Do not doubt yourself
As you have come this far
There is a reason behind all of it
Do not be sceptical
As you know yourself
There is so much maturity to be gained
Do not be overwhelmed with feelings
As you know well your worth
There is a build up of momentum
Smile, my boo

It took me ages to get to you
It took me a life time to get to know you
And finally I have arrived
It took me longer that expected
It took guts to finally tell you how I feel
And finally I am all yours 
Forever and ever

Do not doubt my love for you
As you know my love runs deep
There is enough love for both of us
Do not be unquestionable
As you know questions are there to be answered
There is so much love for you
Do not resist my loyalty
As you know we belong together
There is a marriage proposal to be accepted
A wife I could have

How Come You Know Me

Philip to Nathaniel said, “I have found
in Nazareth one foretold to be crowned.”
     “From Nazareth could
     come anything good?”
Nathaniel replied with sceptical frown.

“Truly here's a man without deceit,”
Jesus remarked when they came to meet.
     “How come you know me?
     Is surely a mystery.
You're the Son of God, and King complete!”

John 1.43-51

Eyes of Diversity

We are children of the central sun, 
secular seclusiveness becoming none…
Fallen angels in a spiritual spun,
pious partitions of a secretive stun.

Sceptical segregational spores, 
seductresses serving as hellion whores…
Innocence infuses pathosis pores, 
derelict distemper the syndrome soars.

Evil evoking while delusions dispensing,
forlornness fields fixing finite fencing…
We awaken within solitudes sensing,
freedoms cascading and condensing.

Religions regulate the lesser creeds,
the lamb lies within withered weeds…
Inscrutable imperfections satanic seeds,
diabolical deceptions of demon deeds.

Beware the seditious semisynthetic slayers,
children of the sun banish their betrayers…
Only love levitates the lamenting layers,
upon our hearts amidst pensive prayers.




800,000 children go missing every year in the United States...
50,000 in Canada and many more thousands around the World...
Where is the "Fake News" for that?




April.11.2020
Children of a Lesser God
Sponsored by: Craig Cornish

N/A for Contest

Till Death Do Us Part

My eyes lay upon the way
In sceptical and anticipation 
I know I needed someone
Till death do us part.

 I saw her come to me
In her coruscating lissom figure,
was touched by the softness of her eyes,
the peaceful temperament 
That I shall see,
Till death do us part.

I walked in my swaggering gait
majestically in braggadocio style
her presence responded to my need.

my first looked at her
something special I saw
the right way
to eternal bliss.

Through her eyes, bright like candles aglow,
shine like daffodils in bloom,
Her lips sweet like nectar
I shall drink my water from there
Till death do us part.


Her simulacrum the reverberation of my ideal
invading my memories 
Till death do us part.

I met her virgin
of the Holy Mary offspring,
Modestly and inartificial true,
All through natural beauty.

Have sauntered cities and countries 
High hills and valleys
have seen many ways
not as beautiful as hers.

We have so much to give to the world,
so much to give to ourselves,
To our offspring, 
Through the gift of ourselves, 
Till death do us part.

My Nation Sparks

When My Nation sparks 
In the battle of starks
I got stumbled 
Found my eyes fumbled.
The day went thrilling 
Our players were stunning
In the midst of combat 
They proved themselves strongest.
They played ethically and fought recklessly. 
Now the dreams will be perennial
It will be proved surreal
The nation will arise and will dazzle in the light.
Every child will be pro, have the obstinate will for grow.
It will change sceptical mind, that indians can't shine.
We are the sturdy people, never torment in the battle.
Just give us the oppurtunity, we will fly high with vanity.

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