Short Scalps Poems
Short Scalps Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Scalps by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Scalps by length and keyword.
Categories:
scalps, allegory, fantasy, imagination, nature,
Form:
Epigram
Hunted for their scalps
they had to run long distances
forever retreating
into to the heated lung
of copper canyon
(the last outpost of heaven).
Today they mind their own
sowing charred fields
milking parched goats.
Cartels are close by
growing illicit things
hiding from greasy sins
wearing bones of the desperate
like cheap costume jewelry....
Saiting the darkness of our indifference-
Categories:
scalps, poverty,
Form:
Free verse
Damn arrows are flyin'
We're circled and taut,
Got shotguns and six shooters,
You should see how we fought!
They burned sixteen wagons,
Took fifty-odd scalps,
Abducted all our women,
And two of our Ralphs...
Why did they take
Those weary old men?
Maybe they're gay,
Or just had a yen
To burn a few white men
The Ralphs were whiter than most...
But, I supposed by now,
They're merely Ralph-toast!
Categories:
scalps, adventure, allegory, confusion, fantasy, funny, native american,
Form:
Light Verse
callously the world had split
two hemispheres disconnected
scalps and war chests decorated
glamorous uniforms
heaving with medals
speechless arithmetic
spacious troops on the map
her mind severed in pain
corporeal numbness leaking
from a crashed skull bone
squirting brain matter
and lost hope
displaced she roamed the ruins
her only salvation that
shrapnel had formed
a lacuna of blood
where semblance of
left right and wrong
now withered in vain
Categories:
scalps, abuse,
Form:
Free verse
How terrible and perfect
the shark and the spider.
How forever unknown,
much more than we
who try to explain them are.
Weigh the salt, weigh the water,
weigh the dust. Put it in a bucket
with a hank of hair,
add a soupcon of moonlit fantasy
pour it over new mown hay.
Beings are beginning to sprout
under our scalps.
Mindful beings
who do not pluck bones out of the air
and call it truth.
Stop denying the obvious.
We are not alien Gods, we are
sharks and spiders.
Categories:
scalps, poverty,
Form:
Blank verse