Short Scorned Poems
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If you caught my glance
and bottled it for perfume
it would be called: "Cold
Bitter Lime and Lemon Rind
Absinth Alchohol Delight"...
one's race
one's face
always scorned
suffers and mourns
expected love expects Grace
hard to find in this space
Harsh words
A bated breath
A pregnant silence was how we left
Scorned feelings
Once love; amiss
You couldn’t keep me
Not even with a kiss
A scarlet madam,
she crashed down from on high.
Anger cursed her veins,
and the path she roamed upon this earth
was that of a woman scorned
Scorned by friends,
Betrayed even by your own body as it
Broke
Tore
Bled
Died, and
Rejected last by the one closer than yourself.
I sent you a love letter
Poured out my heart to you,
But I should have known better,
You laughed...and said adieu!
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favorite
preferred, esteemed
prizing, revering, adoring
blanket, color, wasp, pain
hating, dooming, damning
scorned, despised
nuisance
The guilty ones escape unscathed,
The innocents are relentlessly punished
The fools are adorned,
The wise are scorned.
Oh! Blind Justice,
Of Goddess Nemesis!!
Form:
A delicate balance to maintain
He carves out his position against the grain
Spurning extremes, clinging to the center
Scorned by all, ridiculed forever
Mightier than the sword
Is the icy stare
Of a woman scorned
Her silence may slay 1000 men
As she locks the door to her wounded heart
Dragons dare not melt the ice
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So long
I'm
Gone
No more
Occasions,
Forsaken
Takeaways
Hidden,
Ensuring
Touch finger fail,
Intimacy scorned
Maligned,
Engagement called off
Serendipity suspended.
To get my mind off war and inflation
I’ve watched the trial for defamation.
But from what I’ve heard
that scorned Amber Turd
should be on trial for defecation!
Deliver me from passion;
your ears hearing past falsehoods,
seeing, as penetrating eyes brim tears.
A deceitful heart is revealed!
The woman scorned wrecks havoc,
as one lost soul descends.
War
there were wars, horrid wars.
buildings burned, incrusting ember skies.
people died, some were old, many young.
scorned bodies, enriched the earth's soil.
and the dictator claims VICTORY !
Abused and confused, she left in disgust;
why would you stay where there’s no longer trust?
My voice will be gone, but soon you’ll adjust;
go write those limericks now if you must.
A thousand years of pain, a heavy burden I dine ,
Death echoes in darkness, tons of grief I'm ladened with ,
Ashes for clothes,myrrh for a raiment in d mist ,
Scorned,hopes consumed I had to give up wine
Unbury my hearts secret
With the scroll of a pen
Engrave my darkest thoughts
On a haunted page
Scarred by the rapture
Of a scorned soul
Look openly
Only your eyes can see
Mark my words
With invisible ink
Form:
Repulsed this heat's passion
Fanned a face, from off.
In diving, less demure
When half one's clothes doff!
Snubbed, scorned this archetype
Of burning kisses
From under leafed bough. Whilst
His, never misses!
The independent woman
Prejudiced in Eden
Scorned in time
Lame and down the pit
But still journeys West
With a vindictive heart
Swims in vileness
Reckons laughter in the pogrom
And clings to the spell of courage
Her cryptic change overnight,
Left her in a barren land,
Scorned, buffeted, disregarded
Contemplating death.
By: Sabina Nicole
It was the year of the scorned Princess
when Di did on Charles and Camilla dis.
But Liz in her dis-dain
who through it all did reign
couldn’t save her Annus Horribilis!
Written: June 2015
I watched amazed
You stood Afraid
I ran,
You ran,
For my life I feared
For your life you cared
I cried
You laughed
I watched
You dug
Lives were lost
You cared not
For fun
You scorned
We begged
For dawn
with all excuses
to fall to pieces
so many answers
without solutions?
who is to say
what veil is worn
who is to tell
of others scorned
perhaps to seek
is not to find
this unsolved puzzle
through blinded eyes
Swimming deep inside me
Find sea of peach peace
Burning like a wildfire
Is purple pen’s desire
To lift the fuchsia fallen
To gift inspire the calling
To be born un scorned again
To be a holy helping hand
Lust so cold, love stays warm
Advice given is words forgotten.
Gifts that are free have a catch.
Hidden destiny, life so scorned.
Living high, lost in the dark.
Spirit lost, not ever free.
Falsified love, eternally angry