Severed Poems - Poems about Severed

Severed

When you were around things seemed plain,
just how things should be to my brain,
now I look around all in vain,
we’re all less for losing you.
Worse, so little notice the fact,
go on knowing you can’t come back,
when all the days feel like they lack,
that’s just what people do.

It all seems so damn gray,
the world an aching

Severed ties of the Sun

I divorced the cirrus heat
that once laced the sky with fire,
carrying searing sins of
the scorching sun ~
burning the soft bronze of my melanin;
an unabated rage,
a labyrinth of blooming lilac,
an assortment of angst,
a library of healing lullabies
homed beneath the glass-skin silence
of my quivering chest~ 
like wind through cathedral clusters,
a poison to my psyche,
too bright for the

The suffered soldier and our severed soul

I am awoken by the summer night crickets and lighting that strikes the roof rod.
The wind and the abnormally hot air that begets the ominous dark cloud filled with ice rocks and Gods tears. 
My dying light marked by the lost touch of a handsome beacon to the dullness of my heart. 
A killing angel

Severed Latency

I am not hardened by your strong sense of will 
And i am not weakened by any fragility of spirit
I am not stood still, awaiting my becoming – i am flowing
And no longer do i fear the ingrained teachings of which you still hold dear

I have retreated and enveloped in shadow — far too long
Once entangled

Severed From Christ - Galatians 5: 4

The apostle Paul calls on believers
to say no always to circumcision
standing firm in the gospel of Christ
which sets you free for God's mission

To stay in Christ, not under the law
for the law will never save you
only in Christ and in Christ alone
is God's salvation found to be true

Now by trusting in the old covenant
that Moses

My Ties To Reality Have Been Severed

Sitting here thinking and searching my mind
For new ways to say I love you
The most daunting task you can ever imagine
But I really don't think we need to

A simple “I love you” has always been uttered
In the heat of a passionate embrace
No matter, if you're saying, “The world is ending”
Or “I've travelled from outer space”

No

Severed Caution - Medley In a Plain Brown Wrapper

I wasn’t looking for love.
She just whispered in my ear.
Couldn’t trust a word she said,
But it sounded so sincere.

Boldness when called for is purpose enough.
Kindness when asked for should not be refused.
But let us consider the question of motives;
What use to be married if not to be used?

I wasn’t pining for love.
I had problems of

O' Mine Severed Heart-

O' my severed heart

Don't shed a tear for me
I so am bleeding out
My heartbeats slower
I grieve for your stare
Wishing you were yet here
Time is precious as reality slips away
While in my mind, my mind does sway
each passing day afflicts the body
I am not clear but cloudy
as I clasp my hands and pray
Praying you were here

Van Gogh's Severed Ear

Van Gogh's Severed Ear

I leaf through memories as if pages in my mind,
And I can’t find the one I’m searching for.
Like a distraught painter much maligned,
I can’t find the reason to live for anymore.

Inside my head, I scream for others to hear
When I look at the past in the present,
Because my heart didn’t bleed when

Severed Forest

Christmas is over
one 
by 
one
the severed forest 
is dragged to the curb
a plastic Christ is covered 
in frost of the soon forgotten
another reason for winter birds not to chirp.

Over the weekend 
the city has culled the herd
middle east oil is starting to boil again
another season-another war...
one heart strums a golden harp 
the other pours heavy

Adrift In Severed Agony

That disheartening obsession
is detached from reality
Another retinal wink message
blinks SOS pillow bleak

Drifting off to sleep,
void dreams of awakened passion
falls into an impotent abyss
The empty anesthesia bottle,
caressed by a pained heaving chest,
has swallowed all of yesterday’s sorrow

But, tomorrow’s groping mope
is gonna need another icy liquid borrow
As more orbital messages
get sent in all sizes and shape bottles

Laying

Carry Me Home In a Pot of Severed Circles

carry me home in a pot of severed circles
i must become a square to become more well rounded
i am but a recluse giving french kisses to the public eye
visine is the stop sign caution of the day
at night i have the flashlight sniffles as a direct pathway to clarity
my body feels soapy but there is

Umbilicus Severed

Each of us is an infant seized
In the moment of labor spent.
We each are Samson, stained, restrained,
Chained between the pillars that confine us.
The womb of the mother god, Wisdom,
She holding us back from our awakening,
But we press outward, downward,
But we force, our desire to emerge,,
To be free of our old abode,
The hold of another's will,
The

What the Serpent Severed

I let one man fall
the whole world then falls with me
This will ruin you

Suicide Prevention: Pruned Not Severed

Half winged images
hopeless
of flight
believing
insufficient
to bestow
delight
Fluttering in shadows
reluctance 
to fly
disgraced
and shameful
reticent
to try
Hesitant to soar
averse
to fail
distraught
and untrusting
of what
may avail
Pruned not severed
capable
of aviation
when joined
together
and merely lifted
from isolation
11/9/17

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