Short Uncut Poems

Our every imperfection
The errors made
Each lapse, a rough
And uncut gem
Perfected by some
Unknown blade

11.6.2021
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Contest: Bite size poem No.6...

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she sparkles

like a cut

yet uncut

diamond

rough with

precision edges

reflecting light

in all directions

at the same time

a precious gem

that’s caught

on fire...

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rough gray stones uncut
heaped upon a rugged hill
anchors for crosses 
precious those stones became the
day Christ's blood dripped slowly down

Copyright, November 8, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson...

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Diamond
Rough, uncut
Shaping, Cleaning, Removing
From charcoal surround to beauty, under pressure an imitation
Synthesizing, mixing, pressing
Brilliant, cubic,  
Zirconia ...

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Raw and uncut, the Poet
  sharpened his edge

His entry point targeted
  fury bright red

The first cut the deepest
  and clean to the bone

A wound bleeding freely
   —all sutures unknown

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)...

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Raw and uncut, the Poet
  sharpened his edge

His entry point targeted,
  fury bright red

The first cut the deepest,
  and clean to the bone

A wound bleeding freely
   —all sutures unknown

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)...

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Raw and uncut, the Poet
  sharpened his edge

The entry wound targeted,
  with fury bright red

The first cut the deepest,
  and clean to the bone

His wound bleeding freely,
—its suture unknown

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)...

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I am looking at the pool and I can
hear the mower in the yard across- and
I can wonder still- the lawn is better
left uncut- and who are you to cut it-
let it grow; and watch, and learn- remember
they will look the same together; yet if
looked at alone; then not alike. So
you must believe in leaving grass alone....

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Are you a Poet or tactician,
or “A Rose By Any Other Name…”

Are your words stained with patina,
some would scrub and some would blame

Is your Kingly verse too rough for some,
finding safety in their books

Is your verse uncut with edges sharp
—all Princes in their rooks

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)...

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Are you a Poet or tactician,
 or “A Rose By Any Other Name…”

Are your words stained with patina,
  some would scrub and some would blame

Is your Kingly ode too rough for some,
  finding safety in their books

Is your verse uncut with edges sharp,
 —all Princes in their rooks

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)...

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Unable to deceive you--
not that I wish to hide some dark truth--
but fears are so private,
and you read me like an MGM Marquee....
 
Too easily you expose me,
send me stumbling
against mirror walls, shattering images....
 
Your lips over the sharp edges,
miraculously uncut,
with warm kisses you raise me
from cold, compressed crystals.......

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Up My Sleeve.

I turned over the Ace !
In,  an uncut moment.
         Your choice !  
slipped from below 
           revealed !
"The Diamond King"
         from a slick,
rough timed finger.
Once more sharp edged,
      you lost!  in that
long precious minute.
        Different day!
Another hunger!


A Diamond of Time Contest  
Free Verse 7/6/ 23
 Sponsor Julia Ward...

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Writing on the wall.
by Cate Rock

Writing on the wall:

Eyes shut wrists uncut.
Name spelled out up and about.
Dangerously bloody,
Not your friend not your buddy.

Dressed cold.
A love untold.

Messed up mind.
He learns to unwind.

Kisses sweet kisses.

hate? hate...
Rate debate 
do what you need to do
ill stand next to you.






Submission date : 2009-02-27...

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Sundrops dapple umbrageous trees 
strewing uncut diamonds, littering the path
with ambient flickers of what lies beyond.

Sundrops freckle ocean's surface
accenting the ripples that pattern the waves,
nuzzling playful kisses toward the warm beach.

Sundrops seduce the wayward wind
pirouetting with the aphids blissful dance,
a frenzied tarantella across my lips....

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Once a soldier of peace, in Condemnation of war
Full of Consternation for carnivorous divide
But good is not static when Apathy slips too far
For Reverence of calling, within scruples confide
His uncut hands offered to Unearthliness unseen
Innate Predilection to cleanse the monsters unclean
He Encompassed bravery lost so often to pride.

11/2/18

for 7 lines, 7 words rhyme contest sponsored by Lu Loo...

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A bluebird carries a mother's voice
Beyond the rain and dark season
Of a love of her child
Through tribulations and trials
Loyalties so strong
to honor the mother-child bond
A silver umbilical cord uncut
Between them and the Pure White One
The mother's voice carried by the bluebird
And is heard by The Greatness
And then an answer comes
No one can severe the special mother-child bond

By Susan Mills...

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Rough Edges

We will make you a diamond
of great price
smooth the roughness
of nature’s edges
cut away hard grit
of centuries
expose your
“weakness””
erase the facets
of your being
cut deeply
hard angles,
reflections need
basking
in false façade.

Would that you
had remained
a diamond in the rough
uncut
just another
beautiful stone
unmindful
of your presence.


John G. Lawless
8/29/2017...

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ANNA ma joie (my joy)

With your mystic eyes I feel connecticut
When you drive along that cost by the 95
With your mithy power I think my life uncut
when surrander around by the route 495
Where was the north goes through deep into the south
Close to florida a place to find everglads
To destroy all of the swamp with a big blade
To see a view of the ocean
With a full way of great passion
Love
Amour
? ????? ????...

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The past uncut ties,
A dimly lighted candle in a distorted guise,
Confessions we try to melt inside lies,
Burn the brightest in our eyes.
The grave we carry around bearing its name,
Is written all over us just the same,
The things we let go of when we’re brave 
Are the ones the wretched memories zestfully crave,
You don’t forget when you decide to forget, 
How can you? When the candle’s light hasn’t been snuffed out yet?...

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prisoner of retribution,
he was buried under a salt lake,

elusive, his crotch,
not far from stings of wasps,

the blood spills,
he would wonder how to catch the truth

in black river,
wrapped in imperforated causes,

leaking with curses,
black conjugation of greeds,

with the grief unbuckling the grudges,
uncut wounds, festering under the skin,

the stink starts scything, he starts
folding the denials, in self praise


SATISH VERMA...

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A lonely yellow butterfly flits along a crisp fall breeze as other life forms seek out a warm refuge from the approaching night's freeze. Rigor mortise leaves lie shapeless in corpse patterns on my uncut late autumn lawn like soldiers lost in battle, all helpless to the coming elements of an Ohio winter. Naked trees reveal a last nest or two swaying in the breeze like abandoned tiny tenements quietly awaiting Mothers next season of rentals....

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Today I am
querulous
my foot taps a rhythmless tattoo
my fingers roam unfulfilled

this bolus of undetermined want
slides down my throat, 
invertebrate,
lodging in my stomach

dull, 
as a faint scratching on a prison wall, 
carving out the days

heavy,
as a stone unquarried and uncut, 
the sculptor indecisive, reluctant to take up his chisel

some indeterminate 
unfixed need
slithers, struggles for expression
through restive eyes...

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prisoner of retribution,
he was buried under a salt lake,

elusive, his crotch,
not far from stings of wasps,

the blood spills,
he would wonder how to catch the truth

in black river,
wrapped in imperforated causes,

leaking with curses,
black conjugation of greeds,

with the grief unbuckling the grudges,
uncut wounds, festering under the skin,

the stink starts scything, he starts
folding the denials, in self praise


SATISH VERMA...

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Always To The Point
Miracle Man
4/6/2024

My tendency, is to be a loner,
my comfort zone, the bottom of a rut.
But when others have need I’m a donor,
I’m rough on the edges, a stone uncut!

I show no fear, when I'm speaking my mind,
and I’m too plain spoken, so I’ve been told.
Sometimes, boldness may seem to be unkind,
I won't be one to have my speech controlled.


You’ll never leave wondering what I just said.
Tom


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I just want you to know
That I don’t care what you’ve done before
We’ve all got skeletons in our closet
But you don’t have to hide it
You can tell me all your secrets, I’ll tell you mine
You can trust me, all it takes is time

I’m gonna love you no matter what
No one’s made it through life uncut
Listen up, I’m gonna give you my heart
I trust that you’ll protect it like valuable art
I just want you to know
That I don’t care what you’ve done before...

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