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Violence Imagination Poems | Violence Poems About Imagination

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Details | Rhyme | |

The Undyings' Curse

Deep in the earth, a crypt of rock
slumber guarded by casket locked
Lips grope silence ‘ever more
 rasping thought, remembers whispered lore
Outstretched palms the roots do clench
tranquility stilled by festered stench
And eyes, sleep caked, are propped ajar
ignites no life, but collapsed star

Burned blades sigh, Winds’ dying gasp
bones brittle snap within her clasp
A lonesome howl the moon does draw
vigil broken, it twists its maw 
Upon an arena of endless stone
the granite gates they’ve passed alone
And entered a world of burning eyes
eluded the judge of smoldering cries

A faultless gait, no stumbled draw
a reaping brought  by scythe and claw
Opal edge which shrouds a cause
aberrant blade shapes nature’s laws
Dictate a script, the stars can share
an open secret, a language bare
Steps continue, feet are drawn
across gray grass, undying pawn


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

acceptance

   Who's that staring through my window walls, with eyes as old as time
the clock has not yet moved and the wind outside has died
no breath for me to find nor the strength to check the time
unless the minute hand is lying theirs a chance i may have died
I wish this all a dream but the eyes i see dont lie, they have told me with their watching that all men do really cry
yet in vain is all my wishing but perhaps this is delusion of a sedimentary man with his mind ripe for losing 
Come at me then red devil, I shout within my mind yet the tension I had hoped for was delayed and rather dry
no ravishingly velvet flame encircled this such room, nor were the furniture and ottoman  thrown like an old shoe
marvelous the time in which a demon throwns your home and his only one intent is to stare right through your soul
 to that i bid goodnight to you, to do as you wish, regardless of the manner I am nothing more then fish. to be shot out of a barrel for a fellow such as this
If you do deem it fit that I wake another morning all i ask is that the clocks all please return to working order


Details | Free verse | |

The Lonely Army

When wind’s silence 
heralds boundless oblivion
and the trembles of cracked earth
raise the dust of tears
dried by the boundless footfalls
of sallow flesh

When a thread of gold
brings unearthly thought
and the misconception
of suns fallen
drives foolish men to their knees
in unending tremors

An army of one
frees the air from his fingertips
and stays not his opal blade
as it bites the rotted gray necks 
of kings released from their wrongful bliss
by his trembling palms

An army of one
unconstrained by nature’s volume
freed by the sin of his naivety
yet, bound by earth’s oldest secret
as the scarlet sun weeps
its bloodied tears

An army of one
his cloak worn through
by the acid blood of his deception
and his bones stilled; 
the branches of a dying oak
which no longer caress the wind


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The escape

The Escape.

Two field mice took a walk one day
Then feeling tired, they'd walked a ways
They thought they'd stop and rest a while
For home was further on some miles.

Then they heard the pad of old Toms paws
Which spooked them quite a bit I'm sure
As the cat purred loudly to see the mice
And thought "a meal it would be nice!"

Their whiskers quivered nervously
As, our two mice made haste to flee
So off they scampered for their lives
As old Tom cat for them did strive

That old cat looked he, high and low
And where they were he didn't know
As the two they trembled neath a bush
They could almost touch that mean old puss.

Then Tom gave up and skulked away
And the two mice lived another day
And their lungs filled up with gratitude
They'd foiled that old tom cat, so rude.

Peace, Socrares Dec 2 2003


Details | Lyric | |

Dark rider

Dark Rider.

Dark Rider he’s a coming
All the people running scared
Panic streaked across their frightened faces
With his mask of blackest horror 
He loudly screams at them
His manner cold, he has no lovely graces

He made a deal with Satan
A thousand years ago
He was given immortality
He's crazy don't you know?
The Fiends of Hell all ride with him
With snakes wrapped round them too
He'll hunt you down no matter what you do.

He comes to torture people
He's a beast without a soul
As he travels through the wastelands
With his horde of Hades Ghouls
He has no heart, he has no soul
He only has the power
To trample hearts, so folk will never flower

Dark rider he’s a coming 
Folk all running scared
With no one knowing where he's going to be
They're running round in circles 
They are, oh yes indeed
He keeps folk captive, never sets them free.

Dec 10 2003


Details | I do not know? | |

Who killed who

The Tiger and the Bear.
Tooth and claw, tearing
flesh as death draws near.


Primitive killer instincts and
lack of fear


Sheer brute strength with a
blood thirst to quench.


The Bear, a tower of strength
with a razor sharp Bear hug to
dissuade.


The Tiger, a ferocious attack upon
your back. Blends in like the wind
itself, moves with stripes of deadly
stealth.


The Tiger and the Bear.
Tooth and claw, tearing
flesh as death draws near


Details | Free verse | |

A Remorseful Life

 Thorns piercing through my heart while it's burning. Vines flowing out of my soul, and I look to the sky. Hallelujah, I'm alive. Hallelujah I'm whole.

 Smoke of cigarettes flame out into the open. Feelings of charm and warmth pass across my lungs. I see twelve or more dwarfs marching in rows. One of them stepped on my toes.

 Planes flying into the fog, and women being rapped in the alleys. The life we lead are lies, planned out like puppets from another dimension.

 Time can't save us. We save time to save us. The sun goes down, and everything is quiet. Birds chirping, and the wind blowing white snowflakes onto my face.

 Walking passed the church. Blood on White. Everything's a fight. We rise to the golden gates and we look upon the spirits.

 The leaders and missions fail. It's not the end of this tale, when soon there will be more blood shed. Anger and hatred have no room. Live the life you are born to lead, or you will just be another blood on white.


Details | Rhyme | |

VIOLENCE FANTASY

able to control the situation of the hunt,
there's no end to the possibilities.
ranging from vehicles to any guns,
arsenal fantasy so unlimited.
underrated version of what the violence means,
mental consequences not truly seen.
deranged activities at first is enticing;
misplaced content of excitement,
hours passing by with unlimited possibility of different kills,
no pressures from serious authorities.
enjoyment of the thrill:
exploitation of the fun,
going beyond your imagination,
meaningless aggression that doesn't stop.
unworthy replacement for having too little to do!!!


Details | I do not know? | |

THIS SPACE OF VIOLENCE

This space becomes a pressing malice 
to which death rapes the beautiful girls 
into submissive screaming.
There can’t be a breath of fresh pain 
to suffocate this kindness. 
Because life begins to die
 as soon as the breathing stops. 
I fume in the burning rage of salient slicing to which gages the envy.
Hate keeps the blood from staining my clothes because my clothes are my nakedness. 
I feel not a pin prick in this gash that is my perversion .
Numbness cuts this distaste against this wall of bloody suicide.
 So now my end is the beginning
 for nothing in my words describes 
the space of violence in my head.


Details | I do not know? | |

Cold Fear

Looking out with apathy as strong as currents from the greatest seas. Destined to roam yet destinies free lost within the symphonic ballad containing all of lives mysteries. Will we ever see what we were ment to be or are we trapped within our self created Fantasy.
Screaming down from up above all of them calling "blood for blood" covering the cries from within being sure to never allow them to win. Within the blink of an eye and the burning within, turning tranquility to violence and violence will spread leaving those who oppose feeling hopless, dead. Suppressed by the sovereignty we are buried by power.In the end it's me,perhaps even we, who must begin to fear what humanuty will grow to be..


Details | Quatrain | |

From Violets to Violence

Faces and figures that only he can see.	
Heart sounds emit from his friend, the radio.
The past and the present are entwining him
As a once-hopeful future is lost in the din.

Upon dawn’s early light and throughout his days, now,
He knows to bear witness to all that they say now
From, “You are waste” and “Nobody wants you”
To, “Take your life now. You know that you want to!”
		
Shadowy forms on the ceiling and walls
Reach down to him: his tormentors’ calls
Where light is the dark and dark is the light;
Where night is the day and day is the night.

It’s a foregone conclusion, these garbled voices,
Bedlam’s intrusions interrupting his choices.
The velveteen violets too calmly revealed
Will soon be replaced by violence concealed.