Strewed Poems | Examples

Fields of Blazing Stars

By your ink on this parchment, my thoughts tattooed
I'm drawn to this bouquet; I am left so madly.
Fields of blazing stars, lying randomly, strewed

Happiest are these thoughts deliberately construed.
Winter taking them from my core destroys me, sadly.
By your ink on this parchment, my thoughts tattooed

Purple pillars of violently swaying happiness imbue
So I harvest them as fast as I can, enjoying them gladly.
Fields of blazing stars, lying randomly, strewed

After such a long time between blossoms, histories accrued.
I waited patiently for their replacement, so very badly.
By your ink on this parchment, my thoughts tattooed

I felt the truest of forlorn, nearly left lifelessly blued.
Springtime rain brought them back to my welcoming hands, comradely.
Fields of blazing stars, lying randomly, strewed

Once I found eyes on them, new happiness did exude.
Replenishing their hearts energy regrown in me
By your ink on this parchment, my thoughts tattooed
Fields of blazing stars, lying randomly, strewed

A Botanic Punt

A mode of transportation
By which low class pair
Does feel so raised in status
Reserved to deem it
For queeny Love, fit!

Waist coated, by one handled
Grandly debonair.
Open carriaged, a route a-float!
As smooth, sweet praise-strewed
Lily-avenued!

Melbourne

Diaspora Link

That Diaspora represent a piece of my identity,
Strewed my views on the squires of taciturnity,
Inconspicuous lines and depictions,
And then there's the pencil wizard,
Follow my body's rhythms, that I used to bury,
A meandering deer in the tangle of conscience,
I interred it in the depths of my gentle soul,
He was doused in letter ink,
I interfered with him in some proper link,
The beater is nipped by a beehive,
Following the poke scores another shove,
Silence and no ardour, to mitigate brain's fury,
An ink would be dainty, to soothe mind's rage,
The gap was scared, so he squeezed a sunrise,
Swollen and grown, with that slammer,
Reluctantly urge her to endow what she's realized,
I swore an oath of ultimate devotion.
Her moral sins were washed by the Lord.
You didn't hook sight of her fastening orbs.
Twilight's deeper level starts eagerly with a rally.

Written: February 20, 2022

Backyard Friends

My squirrels are foraging in the backyard
After days of the snow-covered ground,
They are finding the peanuts I strewed
Jumping and chasing, always they astound.

One, a red squirrel, has recently arrived
From the woodland beyond the meadow,
The grays are treating her like an intruder
I enjoy watching them from my window.

Since it is extremely cold this morning
Their metabolism makes them move quickly,
They will feed as long as they possibly can
It appears that none of them are sickly.

My love for these critters is long-standing
For my Uncle Cladie rescued baby squirrels,
Kept them in a basement cage for company
When he tired of Auntie’s constant quarrels.

Especially I remember one called “Little Man,”
Who was allowed to come upstairs and play
He was as domesticated as any household cat,
And he would follow me around all day,

Sometimes attaching himself to my pants leg
He would ride along with me wherever I went.
Early on, I learned that animals are comforting
And they are free and completely innocent.

Written January 27, 2022

Buried Flowers

Cold snow covered all tombs and lanes,
Still he strewed the coffin with sprays
of flowers, to lessen his pains.
He uttered a few words of praise.
But snow showers
Buried flowers.

He recited poetic strains
Could only look down in a daze.
Hot tears fell upon her remains
Yet snow veiled all in a cold haze,
Irked and harried,
All sprays buried.

Unbearable Beauty In Black

Bells summoned as they tolled the sad departure
Of my poor mother’s sudden demise.
I led the short funeral procession
Towards her eternal resting sepulchre.

Before her black ebony casket was closed,
I looked intently down at her, still beautiful.
Her dress, her favourite, all lace in black.
That was her last and final wish.

They laid her in a damp black tomb
Surrounded by tall dark cypress trees,
A breeze sighed and soughed softly in sorrow
While I stood head bowed down in grief. 
 
Lifeless leaves fell in yellow-red bunches
And covered up her ghostly grave
No tears streamed down my face, heartbroken,
Strewed instead black roses, fragrant and sweet.

Poetless Ii

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Poetless II
Poetic Form: Couplet

Blank pages strewed, across the desk of pains,
in a tongue-tied state, censured writer wanes.

The silent voice echoes hollow inked wells,
of dying words crept from a mind that quells.

Overwrought grips, scrawl at piles of long since,
mayhaps some gleam ... sort of sign to convince.

The broken clock held, tells that time does not,
while a mute welcomes, what songbirds still got,

Rambled insights ... a house filled in guises,
shadowed bound words, the heart vaporizes.

In rhythmless moments, just proved the resolve,
pen floors speechless, writer's blankness evolve.

2021 May 18

City of Parks

Drawing up its seating
Of relaxation
By what tree-blown, o'erflown
Of pleasure cloud, bird
Do these cities, coarse-heard
Graciousness take on.

How more so, park-guided
Down whose paths are, nights
Albeit eve's chill lit
Old-style lamped! Warmer!
For its theatre's farther,
Cafe's, pub's strewed lights.

Melbourne

Maze of Dreams - It

Alone, I fled from the city that night-
escaping problems that kept me awake-
to a lodge by the seashore- where an old
eerie boardwalk creaks near the white sand beach.

To unwind the stress that city life caused,
I settled in peace with something to drink.
The label, I hide on the wine bottle-
denying this habit I need to break.

Sabbatical dreams after quarantine-
woke me in the morning- with such a fright!
I dreamt a black cat attacked me in bed-
and I screamed as witches flew through the air.

Blood on my blanket, black fur strewed about-
enormous green witch eyes glaring at me!
"Calm down now- our dearie, it's not a dream!"
They told me of the psycho cat's demise!

Horns honking and sirens woke me for sure-
a normal weekday with clear skies and sun,
in this city, my home- glad to be here!
My scary night- just a dream in a dream!


September 15, 2020

Contest: Collaborate With Me
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues

Rules: Need to incorporate lines shown
in bold- supplied by the sponsor.
Each line must be 10 syllables.

Poetless

Blank pages strewed high on my desk in pain,
For now, I heard the squelch of death again,
It had echoed from my emptied inkwells,
As dying words crept from a mind that quells,

Pilfered hands scrawl at piles for hopeful hints,
A gleam, as much as a sign to convince,
A broked stopped clock reminds that time does not,
And a muted bird still has what its got,

Rambled eyes of a place in disguises,
Shadows grow as my heart vaporizes,
My rhythmless moves just proved my resolve,
I heard the squelch of death again, evolve.


2019 September 14

13 Trees

I sense them calling through my chest.
Their counsel in my head.
Through thin winds shining shellfish light
I'm shown the way in red.

Their dead sound calmly drawing down
a crescent chambered brood.
As isolation fills me sad
with scars a park has strewed.

That everywhere I think I can
I'll look where more should be.
And everywhere I hope I can
accept that 13th tree.

Solar Jar For Mother's Day and More

Solar Jar for Mother's Day

Here is what I really wanted to say;
Poppins said perfect  in every way;
What we will miss;
Your loving kindness;
You should see it here on display.

Jim Horn

Maybe another breath should take,
And more news read that is fake;
Stupid fool,
With lose tool;
On Trump don't make another take.

Jim Horn


Creation of a Revelation About Cross for Each Station

Anita is Robert Frost in the Making

Found you to be a  Robert Frost in the making;
Are always at your very best and breath taking;
Are creation,
Of motivation,
And over in my mind more poems I am raking.

Jim Horn

God Strewed Down Every Road

God is beginning and ending of each road,
And is there to help us  carry a heavy load;
Poems perfected,
As he directed;
In poems God gave me He always showed.

Jim Horn

Cleansed

I turned and stood to face it;
fingers ran all over me;
arms of the wind wrapped around
and played music in my ears.
Tattered stratus strewed the sky,
above me dragged and shredded 
Droplets pricked my tingling skin,
blown out from clouds to cleanse me.

Frozen Engagement

Frozen Engagement
by Mark Miller  © 12/08/2014

Dream's sound bites carry formed fright of curse delusions invite

Strewed sight stricture void of heart waits failed either roams red light picture

Tearing out my eyes mock the moons shamed stationed high height 


Worn cold trees blow their blinding snow of mindless lecture

Beyond the travel spiral spared condition sanctioned position

Loss of self to beauty street horizons drawn holes emptied pleasure


Visions beyond galaxy's pulsar awaits Princess held antidote apparition

Captured heresy deceives innocence ways formulas mathematical decay 

Terminus terminal haunts my every dawn belonging down in sleeps deprivation 


Powder paid deliverance script last remains identity drowned a cast-away

Halls of penciled ink clock torn born hours tricks treat the deaden ticks 

Light steal being glisten rabble ashen gray child's life astray left glow blue-jay

Lost Horizons

by Mark Miller © 12/05/2014

Arms of blood living harm

Ruin track veins open lines

For dismal posture charms

Yellow tatters skin gore itch

Dark draw future empty essence

Longing Son's lost youth innocence

Only spoons stain last will remains

Of powder frozen poise deliverance

Strewed heart soul lingers full alone

Riding down our empty filed hours

In haste as needle war lays waste

For corners concrete poppy flowers

Pencil in halls meeting date dread

Stranding left feelings sector dead

Chemical whisper softens cellular disappearance

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