Rate this poem:0.0 / 0 votes


Judge me only by a cover then you will never satisfactorily read me to note my distinctions
It is your flaw as I possess many storeys, I am epic so deep I present tens of emotions
The fact is you may try to lie, bury and then shelf me where I do not belong
However if you are to tally my writes as being totally my wrongs
I will continually remain positive so not onto me is your para grafted
Always will I read between the lines not to be in file being drafted
As a faceless caricature drawn by the lead... led left to right for a con script
Unseasoned spring up in march yielding to a voice of rime and reason stripped
Suppose anger proves red colour binds any whom succumb to this tending
Turn a new leaf to find the last page long shorn, a torment without ending
Focus on one chap terse, until readied to follow every word to the last letter
Without end realise it is a fictitious belief this worn torn drama makes all better
A mess engineered higher up lit a match made in the heavens ignites a fuse for ones safe from the core eruption
A messenger jeered thrust into Hell armed by those that hire for reasons drenched in financial corruption
Cardinal rule loom in a sense over a sole journey of a soul in sojourn search to find a way back
No longer holds onto the belief of inflicting a massacreationist carnage is a virtuous act
Not unlike the countless many before as he rose he returns a soul jarred
No longer stands to get attention in a disordered pose traumatic stress embarked
A battle feels to be exploding shrapnel in his mind as it dies from the dying each raking moment
Severed countless times a scar lets crimson seep from a wounded heart ever in torment
Human no I.D. tagged dogged, cold and hard back from the experience of a death time
No spiritual guidance from mortal instructions to expunge the experience of a life… time... after time... after time
Finally an end arrives to this tour of delusion, a hero that once stood in place… all do now evict him
So hard to be delivered from evil following an acceptance of partaking in the deliverance of sin
Font size:
Collection  PDF     

Submitted by Hubbsify on August 04, 2022

Modified by Hubbsify

1:58 min read

Quick analysis:

Characters 2,081
Words 393
Stanzas 1
Stanza Lengths 24


I am looking beyond written 'histories' for truths that are intentionally disguised within words by way of using modern terms more…

All Hubbs poems | Hubbs Books

6 fans

Discuss this Hubbs poem with the community:

  • Hubbsify
    You seem to have missed the point entirely. However I read Sweetheart which is what I would define as having your horn on blast
    LikeReply7 months ago
  • Dougla$Irishman
    A rolling stone gathers no moss - going through life and its all about you !
    In life you can't judge a book by it's cover, , it's what inside that counts !
    Stop tooting your horn, you are not the cat's meow !
    A lot about adieu !
    Am I missing something ?
    LikeReply7 months ago


Find a translation for this poem in other languages:

Select another language:

  • - Select -
  • 简体中文 (Chinese - Simplified)
  • 繁體中文 (Chinese - Traditional)
  • Español (Spanish)
  • Esperanto (Esperanto)
  • 日本語 (Japanese)
  • Português (Portuguese)
  • Deutsch (German)
  • العربية (Arabic)
  • Français (French)
  • Русский (Russian)
  • ಕನ್ನಡ (Kannada)
  • 한국어 (Korean)
  • עברית (Hebrew)
  • Gaeilge (Irish)
  • Українська (Ukrainian)
  • اردو (Urdu)
  • Magyar (Hungarian)
  • मानक हिन्दी (Hindi)
  • Indonesia (Indonesian)
  • Italiano (Italian)
  • தமிழ் (Tamil)
  • Türkçe (Turkish)
  • తెలుగు (Telugu)
  • ภาษาไทย (Thai)
  • Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)
  • Čeština (Czech)
  • Polski (Polish)
  • Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian)
  • Românește (Romanian)
  • Nederlands (Dutch)
  • Ελληνικά (Greek)
  • Latinum (Latin)
  • Svenska (Swedish)
  • Dansk (Danish)
  • Suomi (Finnish)
  • فارسی (Persian)
  • ייִדיש (Yiddish)
  • հայերեն (Armenian)
  • Norsk (Norwegian)
  • English (English)


Use the citation below to add this poem to your bibliography:


"SOUL JARRED" Poetry.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2023. Web. 31 Mar. 2023. <https://www.poetry.com/poem/132961/soul-jarred>.

Become a member!

Join our community of poets and poetry lovers to share your work and offer feedback and encouragement to writers all over the world!

March 2023

Poetry Contest

Enter our monthly contest for the chance to win cash prizes and gain recognition for your talent.

Browse Poetry.com


Are you a poetry master?

In the Edward Lear poem, which instrument does the Owl play while serenading the Pussy Cat?
  • A. A guitar
  • B. A violin
  • C. A mandolin
  • D. A banjo