Short Lacerating Poems
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resounding bittering
lacerating and
painful deafening ,
tremendous scream
is the sound
of a ruined love...
so adrift, so astray !
Consumed are days and nights
By this lacerating lingering longing
To return triumphant to the source of all
Existence is a high price to pay
To come to terms
With what in essence we are
You humble me, undoubtedly,
Unraveling my sweater at the seam,
Denying my flesh its covering,
Exposing my shameful nakedness,
Every unexpressed weakness.
You tear even deeper,
Lacerating my skin,
Reaching for my soul to let You in.
Quiet Darkness
Quiet darkness envelop me
winged intruder, lights dissolution
soar beyond day’s raucous din
Leave me in somber solitude
seek solace in myself, soul intact
beyond lacerating tongues
Reviling others call “nevermore, nevermore”
unwashed congregation, nor unholy pact
pull me from a life forsworn.
Stephen (Stoic)
Form:
Unimaginable day to day scenes through their eyes
Kremlin seeds of war raining down on the innocents
Roaring, whistling of projectiles lacerating their air
As their notes end, delivering devasting consequences
In the mind of the one, whom Russians can't count upon
Never should a peaceful nation endure a bully's ego
Ending such, please, someone stand up against, he!
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Lavish lilac layers link lofty laurel lunar lanterns
laissez-faire luxurious largesse lifts labouring lumberjack
loop-de-loop lilting Limerick levity lessens life’s load
laughter laden-lampoon, a little lacerating labyrinthine lip
limelight lustrous leonine lithe lady launches lavender lace
lucid lissome leisurely land loper locket livid loom
Lopsided lounge lizard’s love-lies-bleeding loose leaf
Senses become ingulfed,
the sound frequencies exit my lips,
black magic pouring fourth,
in a barrage of rage and torment,
self anger, sublimation,
projected then introspected,
hurt, regret, the wounds slashed again,
lacerating our aura, it bleeds
ether and is refilled with bile,
spat in face and broken in
sob, sorrow leaking, a joy
to be speaking, the darkness
subdued by light, having survived
another long cold night.
In mental stasis, I remain,
Moving restlessly, never inane.
Nomadic actions, thoughts immobile,
A dichotomy within, deeply hostile.
Self-pity offers a deceptive release,
A dopamine hit, a false sense of peace,
Clawing at myself, seeking the thrill,
Lacerating tendons, a need to fulfil.
Red-handed, pale-hearted, I stand,
Distanced, departed, to the unknown land.
Uncharted, unguarded, my soul's domain,
Discarded, disregarded, from my own disdain.
That started from stopping...