Week 428 (October 2-October 8) Poems Topic: Scars

[C.P., Windrunner]

You have until the 8th of October to post a poem and from the 9th to around the 15th of October, we’ll vote for which one we thought was best!

Please post directly into the topic and not a link. Please don’t use a poem previously used in this group. Only one submission per person is allowed.

Your poem can be of any length!

This week’s topic is: Scars

The rules are pretty loose. You could write a poem about anything that has to do with the subject/photo but it must relate to the topic somehow.

Most of all have fun!

[M]

The Landscape After Sibyl

The days go quickly, like an empty dream
and take with them the seasons. She is gone,
and I no longer know how things should seem.

A sudden shower leaves the streets in steam,
recalls a faded shirt she once had on,
as days go quickly, like an empty dream.

The autumns brought us bonfires, Irish cream.
Again the leaves glow in an amber dawn,
though I no longer know how things should seem.

The safe-deposit key lies on a beam.
Our one asset worth having now withdrawn,
the days go quickly, like an empty dream.

Her scars were left not by her fencing team
but épées of the tenure she had won.
Yet who was I to know how things should seem?

An evening’s dust motes urge me to redeem
what light still lingers on the ragged lawn.
But days go quickly, like an empty dream,
and I no longer know how things should seem.

[Edward]

Title : Stab And Slice
Poet : Edward Davies

Slicing silent, supple skin
Tearing, torture’s torment
Aggravating aperture
Bleeding, blessed benumbment,

Alleviate annoyingness
Nurture numbing nicks
Deaden disillusionment
Sickened slimy slicks

Lifeless, looking languidly, longingly lamenting,
Inured inconclusively, injury inventing
Cutting casually, controlled, calmly chorused choirs
Ends emerge eventual, everything expires

[Maria]

Title: Silence Will Be Your Friend


When the pain keeps you lonely,
Silence will be your friend

Darkness keeps you company
In a tunnel lightless,

So you let the monsters eat
The inside of your head

And unheard remain the screams
‘til they come for the dead

For a tortured soul no mercy
Unnoticed remain the scars
from a will spent in slavery

And so it goes, all soundlessly
That when death follows, at last,
Silence would be your enemy

[Jim]

Inspiration for the Poem “The Scar Examined at Midnight”


I noticed a burn mark
on a high school friend
who said he did it to himself.
That memory stayed with me

for many years and one day
I thought of turning it
into a scene, as if in a play,
where nearly everything

is only partly lit, including
the minds of the characters.
They had to be people
from Raymond Carver.

But not really. I hadn't read him
when I saw my friend's scar.
Never told anyone how I burned
my own arm to see how it felt.

-o-

[Garrison]

POET: Garrison Kelly
TITLE: Psycho Crusher
GENRE: Fan Fiction Heavy Metal
RATING: PG-13 for swearing and violence



VERSE 1
My psycho power knows no limits
Wreck your ass within just a minute
Steal your soul in a ritual so dark
Your new nickname is The Human Scar

CHORUS
Psycho Crusher! X4

VERSE 2
Throw your fireballs all you desire
Throw your lightning kicks until you tire
A hundred hand slap could finish any fight
But victory is mine even if only for tonight
Meet me in Thailand for the final round
Throw punches so hard, they shake the ground
This world is mine to conquer and rule
You’re a worthy opponent, but a blind fool

CHORUS
Psycho Crusher! X4

M. BISON QUOTE
Get lost! You can’t compare with my powers!

VERSE 3
You trained your ass off to get to this point
But in the end, your battle cries are white noise
Your hurricane kicks are just cheap ass tricks
Your dragon punches make me fucking sick
You never stood a chance in my tournament
You plead for mercy without earning it
Better luck next time, you second rate hack
Try again when you’re not lying on your back

CHORUS
Psycho Crusher! X4

M. BISON QUOTE
Anyone who opposes me must be destroyed!

[Diana]

Sentinel by Diana Jane Heath

Towering over our yard, the mighty gum tree stands indomitable and proud.
Its bleached white trunk split down the middle and arthritic branches stretch toward the sky.
When the cumulus clouds scurry overhead, the tree creaks and groans like a trapped soul crying for deliverance.
Seasons come and go but still the
tree
remains
the
same.
The bitterly cold winter wind slams against the giant to try to topple the tree from its pride of place.
During the summer it endures the merciless heat of the harsh Australian sun.
In the moonlight, its thick ghostly white skin and silvery grey scars shimmer and glow.
Each morning, the faithful guardian greets me and nightly it watches over our house like a silent sentinel.
A surprising testimony of endurance; that great strength is best found in the unexpected places of the natural world.

[Jim]

I meant to ask for critiques or any feedback on my poem here. :)
Missed you guys!