Short Savagely Poems
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Looking back, was the rose in me,
Looser having his heart savagely grime...
Looming at the jar,
Was the poisoned love.
the lawn mower man
so savagely slaughtering
the beautiful things
he-loves-me-not daises weep
for broken forget-me-nots
by gail
hunters savagely ravage forest floor
diligent thorough searching
Morel hides behind moss
Written 3-22-2019
Contest: Kimo
Sponsor: Dear Heart
pain
anguish
frustration
praying to die
dreaded lung cancer
she’s completely worn out
a second hand smoke victim
she finally took too many pills
and fell into a forever sleep
even I did not understand her pain
I devour my food
not in dainty bites
Slicing it savagely
with my tiny babyish teeth
guzzle my drink
a glutton I am
living life on the brink
of enjoyment
showing off my long teeth roots
and my tiny gnashing power
Red and blue
In the sun;
On an island
Near the coast-
Strange and
Bizarre flower,
With blissful scent,
Feverishly spent!
Heart of the morning,
And the color-
Of the sunset,
On skies of blue.
My little flower,
So savagely wild!
She Succumbs Ever So Slightly She Surrenders
Letting Life's Lessons Linger
Slowly Sinking
Lusting
Softly Spoken Secrets Sold To Her Soul
Left Lifeless Lonely And Low
Suddenly Slipping
Losing
She Savagely Shared Her Sickened Sorrows Savoring Every Seductive Scar
Form:
My Horses and Me
The long endless praires
Welcomes use daily
Relentless they are hot
But a home
Sun burns us together
With its full power
Making me and my horses
Thirsty savagely
Night is no less comfort
Insect loved to crawls us on freely
They are merciless beings
Introspective indecisiveness
Ignoring ideal intricacies
Intelligent indigents ignoring ideas in idleness
Sage sensuous silliness
Soaring significantly succinctly, sassily
Sashaying sensitively scoring sensibilities savagely
Words winging wildly
Wildflowers writing winged words.
Savagely beaten, withered with time, tattered and torn feet,
inseparable are we for countless miles have we both traveled,
I stand saluting you my constantly neglected friends.
Contest: ON YOUR FEET- nette onclaud
27/01/2012
4th place
M.Mahauariki © 2012
Nothing but darkness fills the air,
hiding shapes upon the sea.
Waves crash harshly
on the unsuspecting shore,
appearing suddenly out of the blackness,
ripping the sand savagely
from its resting place.
The wave carries it off to a foreign beach
and dumps it there,
until it is once again
thrown about by a wave.
neighbor Sue keeps her man on a chain
tethered to the porch in sun or rain
don’t let him loose, she cautions me
in a full moon, a werewolf he will be…
I felt sorry for him, my neighbor Jim
released him one night, on a crazy whim
He savagely bit my leg, so now there are two
Werewolves to tether for my neighbor Sue
The rains speak to me
Let the torrents wash along
Questions unasked
Sometimes
The words of the Old Man ring
Constant
Let the mountains speak
Let the winds howl
Timidly, I lap at waters
Tamed savages sip savagely from behind
Cages made of glass
Etiquettes and bestiality
Woven into
Golden urns
Whose contents are black ashes!
Bloodthirsty anguish torments my
Lunatic mind, seizing supremacy, paralysing my decrepit living corpse with
Overpowering obsession, manipulating my blackened heart and hurling me into burning
Oblivion, composing the malicious desire to self
Destruct-and i do-savagely i lacerate myself until extinction
.....Beyond that hill
not far away,
a barren land
filled with gray
A place where storms
command the skies,
A place where zealous
vultures fly
A place untouched
by the flower’s love,
So savagely damaged
by the rain from above
This land is me
when I’m sad and blue,
The land with no flower,
Me without You
Written in Queens, New York -Circa 1994
The future dubs.
A pride is shattered.
The philanderer moon
sprawls over the
candlewick.
A ghost walks
through the wall.
A thin blade of
grass, holds the sun
for ransom.
Fireflies flutter in head
savagely.
I was not able to sleep.
What was the theme of the murder ?
No sugar, no salt
was worthy of death.
Satish Verma
blazing overkill
attacking inner depths
savagely i ride
weathering
the storm
galloping
on the crest
of waves
unfurling high winds
battered and torn
russian roulette
revolving
rolling in the chambers
lead heavy
spinning circles
upside down
pulling on feelings
emotions explode
burning fire
in depths
shot through
the heart
death
to a lovers emotion
love lives
in you died
Captured,
Tortured,
Endlessly,
Mercilessly,
24/7 Continuously.
What did I do that was so terribly wrong?
I was born in an era, where the powers that be felt, I did not belong.
As the quality of my life gets savagely raped,
I take comfort knowing that I will be victorious and make my escape.
Inevitably, I'll get too weak and die from all this abuse,
and escape from my captors, all government approved.
I like the words “you’re welcome”
they used to be heard in cafes, diners, and buffets.
This phrase is rarely heard any more.
“You’re welcome” has been savagely replaced by “no problem”.
No problem sounds arrogant to me.
It feels like they did not genuinely appreciate my thank you.
It sounds like they are “one upping” me.
I sure do miss “you’re welcome”
which sounded like they appreciated my appreciation.
You chew your papaya like you chew her head.
Callous and savagely,
You take out each seed, like you did of hers.
Each seed she sowed in you, you spit out from your soul.
You think you can slice away from her life, give her a piece and let her go.
Aah but what do you know?
She has already killed the biggest seed sown by you.
In her womb lies the remains that you spewed!
The remains of the Papaya tree you grew...
The ordinary life
and the passage of one thousand
full moons.
Cresting a culture of violence;
when a trident
bleeds you unethically ?
A cave robber
becomes god incarnate. A
finger of land snaps-
and you savagely interrupt
the prayer and send the
message. Run, brother,run –
for the roots. Nights are
numbered and the
blue mountain is burning.
Sexless virginity is at stake !
Satish Verma
Aye!
The joyous ocean creatures awoke
And the coward fire-breathers begun its dance
The sea of no end now draws a line
And the mighty swimmers of silence called aloud
But beneath the Captain's cabin
The brave ol' carrier now peeps
And so gone with the rudder, the hull and keel
The lone old drifter crashed its sails
But calling from afar are dreams souring high
Wicked vultures pulling them savagely down
And I behind the pen...uttered not a word
Last night they killed me in my badger hole.
I was resting, my eyes were shut, not a care in the world.
But they came with pick axes and hearts full of hatred.
They did not bother to pull me out, just savagely slice me as I slept.
I am glad that I did not know, because I would have gone wild.
I would have crawled out of that hole and slaughtered all six of them.
I would have had satisfaction too, I would have felt all mighty.
If they had not killed me last night.
Oh what superficial facades we build
So featureless in this menagerie filled
Oppressing humanitarians and the like
Hysterically mocking honesty divine
Brutally molesting innocence in kind
Blindly we follow fools gold
Materials we tower and uphold
Savagely flouting righteousness athrust
Unappreciating sincerities must
And pouncing on words so true
What unhappiness we must imbue
Alas I slowly bid morals adieu
Shedding all values true
Realising the world anew
In pinnate physicals, the thing,
moves like a stark terror
savagely. A primal fear
takes over, because dead don’t
speak. The bullet had passed
through chest. Mutiny of dumb
dandelions, lipless voices in the
sea of madness. Search for a missing
truth begins. The mass grave
contains the dried bones of renegades.
You remember the promise ? Who said
we will end the war ?
Listen, he bows his head, before
the trespassing starts to kidnap the
bed. Jealousy kills the snakes.
SATISH VERMA