BELIEVED
by Lucretia Mccloud aka Seah Greenhorn
(poem with copyright)
i.
believed
I
once
swaddled
in silken comfort
cotton gauze
cleansed/rinsed
by paternal tears
feared
no longer
my promised daggle in smoky spheres beyond grief stricken gazes
hazy,
albeit heavily paid for future flights
glorious
ii.
horrendous
the gore
I
implored to see no more
insides oozed out.
They cried out
in vain
till no longer felt
pain
as my eyes stared forward
stalwart
remembering how to hack.
Each attack
remembering the blessings
robes promised.
No lack of honor upon my return.
I burn now in fiery guilt.
No comfort in patchwork quilts laid upon my tattered being
seen
their tears
fears
returned
iii.
my hope to mentally cope
dismantled
by mysterious themes.
No longer to dream of kites and clouds.
Beclouded the skies.
Still hear their screams.
Why pray out loud?
Who will hear?
Cloaks
steer us clear of heavenly birds
by actions crude though praiseworthy their words.
What righteousness in darkness kept?
Yes integrity died, or at least like the dead slept.
Absurd to believe
on man's capability
with greed from green paving the scene.
Poor men pinned to early death's disease.
Upon my knees I lean
as conscious unclean
bleeds and bleeds
yet my heart still pleads
"ease me
before I ease myself."
Resurrect hope back onto my shelf.
iv.
They
believed
once.
Swaddled
in white silk
black gauze
veils their tears
fears
float
as doubts plague them.
As the clergyman
laid him
after once again
they paid him.
Write a poem for contest killer prompt, killer poet, killer points, c'mon - Banjolyn
okay, so i want a wonderful poet to shine-
he goes by Briansgate
and his poetry has always moved me
like, across the country of curse words and wow's
and whoa i wish i could write like that ~
so you have two prompts to choose from, or be inspired by both:
1.
"i can't taste your bladed tongue.
thrilling to
my slitted veins and gone.
you told me
not
to bleed;
not to ghost your dreams
again."
you can read the whole poem here:
https://allpoetry.com/poem/13208913-every-waterline-recedes-by-briansgate
okay, so i want a wonderful poet to shine-
he goes by Briansgate
and his poetry has always moved me
like, across the country of curse words and wow's
and whoa i wish i could write like that ~
so you have two prompts to choose from, or be inspired by both:
1.
"i can't taste your bladed tongue.
thrilling to
my slitted veins and gone.
you told me
not
to bleed;
not to ghost your dreams
again."
you can read the whole poem here:
https://allpoetry.com/poem/13208913-every-waterline-recedes-by-briansgate
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