Short Scathing Poems
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In a yonder canyon
Upon earth’s finest grass I sit
Scathing mature flower petals
As if to sojourn the years
When youth nestled us
Grazing our faces with happiness
If I were to take a sledgehammer
Grip it tender but tight
So its iron skull may send
A scathing speech to your sternum
Would bricks take flight,
Or are you truly that dense?
scathing panther
amidst the lime brush
onyx he stands
black shade betrays
soft stunning silence
yellow eyes stare
eyes yellow jewels
a secret hunter
hungry to feasts
alert purring deep
as he watches red tail hawk
before chaos
Shackled; survival serves simple submissives.
Superficial, sedentary surfaces.
Sinister, savage snakes.. seething scoundrels.
Snared, subtly struggling, sage surrenders.
Scathing slaps. Stone cold slab.
Sacred synergy. Soothing seductive sages.
Tainted one's brain remains
When scathing remembrances it contains
Due diligence when not fulfilled
Leave one in a state of surreal
In love matters, bitter the pill
If swallowed it will kill
memories of love gone unfulfilled
Thoughts unrequired must yield
Scathing,
and sharp,
it was her harp,
it registered,
with shrill overtones,
as if an irritating fly droned,
it canned in these sounds,
inside my mind,
I kept canning them,
days after days,
till I was full to seams,
and ready to explode,
and explode I did,
with all sound on her quietly slid.
A young man in search of fortune and fame
Wrote something so scathing he used a pen name
It was so much like ****
His family was torn
Their thoughts of him were never the same
This young man was a perpetual student
His writings should have been more prudent
Everyone knew it was him
The sales were quite grim
Proving again he was so impudent.
Pitch Dark Rain: Apocalyptic
vanished polar ice
oceans’ currents all askew. . . .
skylines blaze scarlet
comes a scathing wind
scorching land left not immersed. . . .
waters turn crimson
moans escape parched tongues
prayers ascend to ashen skies. . . .
pitch-dark rain pounds down
For Royal Ninja's Crimson Poetry Contest
This conceivable whisper,
once taunted me...
action beckoned, strive my will,
Circle broken...
The new ring surround, strong, silent with truth...
Divine intervention...
Peace, deliverance crowned...
Away from the shadows...
torn past, scathing nightmares banished
rebuilt the hearts of ruin,
conceivable whisper...
Fortified in a time once borrowed.
Fragmenting the oscillatory destiny, bounding amongst damnation. Tyranny divine
halts a bullet mid shot to incite havoc throughout your skull, slowly dissolving reality.
Beneath a sensuous veil the vivisection allures a prophetic dissociation. A cryptic
dissension of virtues hidden, poisoning infecting scathing. All angles considered yet
am I trapped willingly?
Form:
O for the vigor of long lost days
O for the strength of youth
gone now and fallen by the way
replaced by that bitter truth
The truth of which is wrought by time
time that old scathing wind
that wind which courses thru our days
until the very end
Old wind of time take rest of me
leave me just for the day
leave me that I might laugh and sing
that I might run and play
scathing heat followed
by unexpected d
o
w
n
pour
verdancy p r o l o n g e d
Threadbare eyes hold long the night
secrets trip past most scathing blight
dual is the dark last to be unearthed
mirrored the lens a mind disturbed
Hark, the shrills prepare the abyss
left back to carry on a burden amiss
with the wind let the trembles lie
still where cherry blossoms die
Threadbare eyes hold long the night
sense forth dawn and hope of light
where tender tales are told of you
beneath most daunting shards of blue
Breaking red rabbit tail rock rolls
On course to find water's relief
Recieved splash on entry consoles
Cracked river banks scary belief
Drought had claimed rain, abhorrant theif
Tortoise rise islands of today
Spy submarines just yesterday
Sponge edges flake, sandskrit their rage
Scathing hastens stainless foray
Kernels fall, popcorn covers stage
5th August 2020
Submitted for Contest Dizain Pick A Title
Sponsor, Edward Ibeh
What do you remember when you look at me?
Can you even say, objectively?
I'm sure it's not a symphony.
A tranquil sea, or being free.
I probably remind you more of anarchy... Of villainy...
My memories consists of acidity, with a touch of futility...
Perhaps scathing dishonesty.
I'll remember you mostly fondly.
Not saintly, blandly, nor blissfully...
And at the risk of me being a mere fallacy, all I ask is that you remember me...
Pilot Cletus O'Toole climbed in his plane and sailed for the blue!
'Twas their wedding anniversary for him and his wife Mary Sue.
He intended to write in the sky, "MARY SUE I LOVE YOU!"
Things went well 'til mischievous winds shifted and his plan fell askew!
Curiously, the winds wrote, "MARY SUE YOU OLD SHREW!"
When Cletus landed Mary Sue unleashed a scathing hullabaloo!
She grounded hubby Cletus O'Toole and he never again flew!
MORNING
The sun is bathing sea is scathing blazing tips of volcanoes
Gods are traipsing moon is fading on the rigs of cloud canoes
Mother nature in her stature gliding birds are praying sun
Poet is busy pen is easy poems are coming one by one
Sponsor Isaiah Zerbst
Contest Name Interlocking Rhyme
On the autumnal dew
The delighted legs of Sun are walking
Through the mild coldness of breeze
The morning grassy leaves are dancing
On the joyful wings of sky birds
My heart of life is struggling
Yellow sighs of time is mending the unreachable horizon
Wave of tsunami is scathing the parched land of newborn
Solar eclipse is coming to the dungeon of Hades
Emptiness of living vessel is bidding with top baits
©Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
06/11/2022
A
person
at times can
feel like they are
a casualty
of cruelty, at least
in some small way or other.
Some attacked my early writing.
Their scathing reviews I can’t forget,
yet I persisted doing what I do.
Not letting oneself feel defeated is
the only way to continue - but
your cruelty, my love, hurt worse.
You did not want to read my
special poem, so you
threw it to the floor.
It felt like you
were stomping
on my
heart.
Words Often Hurt
Written: by Tom Wright
March 2015
Evil thoughts germinate like sprouting seeds,
Once birthed, as words, they’re released toward targets,
As unmanned drones to seek and destroy;
While the intended quarry may escape these scathing words,
Inadvertent collateral damage
To the launch site has already occurred;
Words cannot be launched, as projectiles, toward another
Without feeling the backward escape of unburned powder;
Tom
Sirius sneers
& terrestrial fools
fiddle
hateful heat domes
crush & deflate
as the earth smolders
& the oceans sizzle
in the
season
of
hell
apocalyptic eruptions
decorate the dark
angry turbulent skies
unleashing
vertically cruel
scathing tsunamis
in chaotic yet
clockwork rituals
as our incipient
Anthropocene
commences
efficient
anti-terraforming
we enter
the gates of
hell & become
reptilian
under
the barking
Dog Star
Indomitable
The thing you never thought before
Totally Unsaid unseen that is
My thought, virgin
It never depends on any membrane
Nor my chastity belongs to my body
It is completely a matter of soul
Conviction is not a matter
That you can cripple it
With missiles and bombs
The spirit of my humanity is not a wire
That it will bend or bow under any pressure
Neither my creed will vaporise
Like a drop of camphor
Under your scathing attack
Nor will it be unholy by any human touch