Short Scathed Poems
Short Scathed Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Scathed by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Scathed by length and keyword.
The Only Punk Rock Girl
Outnumbered
1756 to one
I stood alone
I stood
Alone
In a culture of music
Unlike anyone else's
Flogging Molly
Scathed my back
With mad plaid in my mind
And Was Beder Das
Youth of rebellion
I stand true....
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Categories:
scathed, angst, childhood, life, music
Form:
Free verse
My Grandmother's Grand
worn glossy finish
corners and edges scathed and torn
layers of dust collected from the years
keys played down and worn
faint scent of old cigars
accented with a hint of alcohol
a beautiful melody slightly off tune
vocal chords of an angel
melodies unmatched even through the ages...
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Categories:
scathed, family, inspirational, nostalgia, passion,
Form:
Free verse
Absurd Bottom
Saying there is a rock bottom
Absurd to me
One well versed being in pits
I never felt rocks beneath
Hitting rock bottom
Different for each
You might sink down
To a sandy beach.
But that would be
To easy a fate
To be in a pit of hell
And only scathed
On the way down
Rocks of hate
Ripping the soul
Self inflicted as you know
But the sandy bottom
Please don't tell.
It's my secret, I only attest
That it is cold....
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Categories:
scathed, addiction,
Form:
Free verse
Living For a Crown
A face with the bitterest frown,
For long years expecting a crown;
Now in prickly sweat bathed
And A Tongue is scathed …
It’s really an awful spectacle,
Facing no challenge, no obstacle,
As reported by his mirror
Doing so without error;
Ability he’s got and Agility
And all his life no infirmity.
So, why is he, Chief Favor
Facing Monarchical Disfavor;
For long years living for a crown
And it’s public knowledge in a far-off town?...
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Categories:
scathed, community, desire, image, integrity,
Form:
Rhyme
Proverbial Rock Bottom
Saying there is a rock bottom
Absurd to me
One well versed being in pits
I never felt rocks beneath
Hitting rock bottom
Different for each
You might sink down
To a sandy beach.
But that would be
To easy a fate
To be in a pit of hell
And only scathed
On the way down
Rocks of hate
Ripping the soul
Self inflicted as you know
But the sandy bottom
Please don't tell.
It's my secret, I only attest
That it is cold....
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Categories:
scathed, addiction, grief, recovery from, sin,
Form:
Romanticism