Scorn Poems

Humiliation

I thought at your fiftieth we would make up,
I saved every drop to buy you a new Ford.
Your Royce is still sweet, but it needs a backup—
Not a Lincoln, a Mustang I could afford.

But you threw the keys back at me in fury,
You let your friends mock me with horrid laughter.
On our disputes, you turned

Scorn and Abuse

    Intention scorns inattention 
                               ~ as do old age and dementia

Space Suit

Trapped in my space suit
Tied down to the launching pad
Terrorized by the rocket
Paralyzed to the surface
The cold surface of my skin
Basks in the judgmental sun

Strapped in my race boot
A dyed gown around my chest
A hard place and a rock, it
Seems I stand in perturbance
Fervidness of my kin
Tasks my legs to jump the gun

My chest strains

Meeting John and Speaking With Him

I had just spoken with John!
To meet the bastard I’d sworn,
My planned time 5:00am dawn,
Over his fertile grass lawn 
He had had to treat with scorn,
Contented with being a con…

“You listen to me, Hot John!
Yesterday, you know, is gone,
A new day baby now born
And with it the Newest Morn!
In a morn one does not mourn;
Announcer

Scorn a Thorn

A rose has so many thistles
As sharp as fractured rock crystals
When my lady fair
Puts one in her hair
I stand well back and just whistles

Scorn

Come Armageddon, only she will survive,
Crawl through destruction, though limbless, alive.
Civilization now crumbling to dust,
Detritus that slices, so deeply unjust,
treacherous terrain bears the anger and hate
Of society's true nature the dead did create. 
And on her arrival no pain does she feel,
Immune to her wounds, for the flesh ones will heal,
But full is her heart

I Worthy I Am a Queen

I'm Worthy, I am a Queen!
I'm Worthy, I am a Queen!
I'm a woman of freedom, I have a strength... That amazes me to believe.... I'm very worthy, he can leave... I'm worthy of my future that I see... I am worthy of life.... with my energy to fight... I'M worthy of a beautiful light... I

Unspoken Feeling Scorn

The past lingers in hush moment recall
Like overgrown vines matted together.
Then, yet shadows appear from it all.
Nascent sadness, unspoken feeling scorn.

Nascent sadness, unspoken feeling scorn
Then yet shadows appear from it all.
Like overgrown vines matted together.
The past lingers in hush moment recall.

8/16/2020

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Hungers Scorn

I fold like a sheet of paper,
I crumble in your embrace
I tremble in your presence
how time can not erase.

You're my sense of being,
the longing that I feel
a hunger deep and seething
of a need that is surreal.

Every ache is painful,
how could you even doubt
without you, it hurts me
inside I scream and shout.

A line of desperation,
a plea

Scorn

Sorry she exposed her vulnerability
she’s getting the cold shoulder
recognizing it all too well
totally undeserved
it upsets her mostly since
she’s guilty of it herself
on someone in her past
who didn’t deserve it either
and she’s sorry
but won’t make amends
she sucks it up full circle
rather live with the guilt



AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Posted on June 14, 2019

Scorn

How could I love one—
That fails to grow sickly in love with the word?
That thinks them dull to hold,
And yet—with great interest,
Caresses the hand that writes it?

How could I love one— 
One who is deaf to the music of poetry?
Who clutches at me heartily,
But believes a phrase…
To be but only a phrase?
And not a life?

Trump Seen With So Much Scorn

Trump Seen with So Much Scorn

Definately in side, Trump has been thorn,
And by him apart all of America was torn;
With rigor;
Much vigor,
While we still see him with so much scorn.

Jim Horn

All the Real Men

Where have all the real men gone
Those bronzed statues of history past
Farrowed, weathered faces of
Strong character an morals
Big helping, protecting hands
Gentle on the child
Feathery on the lady, mild

Where have all the real men gone
None left to teach what’s
Best to future progeny
Left to be corrupted,
By ****, scorn an meth

Where have all the real men gone.
Those old

The Scorn of Cain

East of Eden we still painfully churn
where belief is earliest bloodshed's birth
and every wicked man shall have his turn
to spill his rage upon the wretched earth.

From outer realms there can only come sin
and for fear and hatred of all unknown
we'll slay the unspoken laws from within
and by new laws tear the flesh from the bone.

All

Battle Scorn Service Man

able bodied service man off to fight a war battle scorn


4/14/18
written words by James  Edward Lee Sr 2018©

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