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Animal Evil Poems | Evil Poems About Animal

These Animal Evil poems are examples of Evil poems about Animal. These are the best examples of Animal Evil poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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Details | Ballad |

The Dragon

The Dragon.

In the mountains near the land of Nord
Their lived a fiery Dragon
He had such hot and fearsome breath
Yet he kept his tail a dragging
Because he knew he wasn't bad
He was shy and that was all
And if he looked too meek and mild
Then folk would treat him cruel.

He met this little lad from Kelt
One day whilst coasting round
With fire belching from his mouth
And roaring fearsome sounds
The little lad was terrified
When he saw this thunder brute
And the dragon he was hurt indeed
As this fear he did intuit.

He said "I'm sorry little boy
But I'd not do you harm
I rasp and roar like this you know
So folk will leave me calm
I really want to be your friend
It's so lonely being me
Then the two they walked off arm in arm
It was beautiful to see.

Socrares Dec 7 2003

For Carol Eastmans contest 'Children's Fable


Details | Epic |

Betch Please, Really

I simply love being me for I am so good at everything step into my city and they will tell you who is King one day when I am hungry I will swallow everything then and only then shall I inherit the stuff I dream even then I promise not to settle for satisfaction at any instant half a second I could spring into full action so go against me? please, you do not even measure up to half of the goodness that I hold tight like my treasure still spreading rumors about me to try and destroy my life can't believe I let myself get beat by a stripper and my self-intended knife try and say I'm gay even though we both know that isn't the truth just ask any woman I been with if they ever needed proof they'll say I was the cream of the crop as they took it all night knowing I just may never stop I own the status of a legend now what you got left to say when I bring it twenty-four seven?


Details | Free verse |

Never So Gracious

A full moon night to my delight what is so wrong with doing what's right nothing is right after so long no use in complaining time to move on The Dream Water one day might take me away farther from the comfort of familiarity I float on my back then shut my eyes my body now sinking into ocean arms open wide Now swallow your son back to his nature when he is no longer needed to stay here the next generation are dooming themselves they need my experience to guide them through hell Why should I bother on my own, I strive through I turn my back on the thought of bothering to save you alone in this world my, is it spacious I'm finally smiling, never so gracious.


Details | Ballad |

Black Demon

Black Demon.

The old black Demon's back again
He's pounding on my soul
He's prodding, always prodding me
This be his earthly role
The hordes of Hell move into me
With their whips and masks of steel
Invading me they rip my flesh
And break into my will.

I look into this Demons eyes
Though my body quavers some
As fear be powerful in my mind
I know what must be done
Oh no I will not falter
For now be courage time
That coward that resides in me
He be my cursed crime.

He turns his back, the bounder's gone
I've beat his hide again
If you look your demons in the eye
Their manner grows more tame.
But he'll be back on some tomorrow
He's the strongest force I know
He's my shadow and he's telling me
To move into the flow.

Socrares Dec 31 2003.


Details | Diminished Hexaverse |

The mystery with no viel

Life is a creative 
Explosion
A playful
Rebellion
A dance with 
No reason
A non-sensical Mystery
Extending through and beyond logic.
Nothing holds it at both sides
Yet here it is. (There it is)


Details | Verse |

Confession

The fox gnaws flaking muscle
From speechless rabbit, cold
In mind and body. Men shiver
As bodies dry, spat from river.

Rings of globes circle hands
Of the thoughtless, so beaten
From paths to be told of Him, 
Waiting until eyes grow dim.

Walking among us is plague,
Standing above us is but love,
These winds will claw our youth
While faith entraps this truth.

Winter comes but we survive,
Breath and bones, colonies thrive.


Details | Haiku |

What Does The Rat Say

What does the rat say?
“Vote for me for Senator,
I am a good rat.”


Details | Free verse |

la la la's just killing me

about who does or not does in literature
we meet so many dogs
barking dogs
biting dogs
all kinds of dogs
some with pedigree and those collars
with shiny medallions
or stray dogs for which
leash is their salvation
and their freedom has the effect of a yelping…
for whom saw Hitchhiker's Guide intergalactic
they know
rezistance is useless!
for others it can be a mouse literature.
white one 
sitting quietly in the closet
and nibbling on paper shelves.
what's behind the paper does not matter
it could be a trap
and literature not possibly be a rat
no!?

I do not know what is about with all the literature lately
But sure it's not the girl in the fourth grade
that girl who runs and
her panties always fall
or her teacher's fault?

finally
 [I pray]
rezistance is useless
could be hell on earth


Details | Romanticism |

SHE

She, she wanders though night sky touching nothing. Silence, just breathe. Salvation walks softly with bare feet. Huntress of whispers.  Mother of slumber, I welcome you with steady hands never shaking. My bones only for you.   With eyes no one could ever   fully express with a mere human tongue, she spoke… leaving all things meaningless. Memories are ashes and moonlight is clean.  Such solace, just breathe.  Sleep deep in oceans of dreams, and you’ll find me there. In Fathomless blue, MY bones only for you.


Details | Rhyme |

the dead spider and bee

I saw a dead spider
trying to breath

even though it was too cold
a bee came to see

help me the dead spider began to plead

I can't said the bee intrigued
you'll catch me

I won't said the spider
you'll see
take these webs and bind me
please help me to breath

the bee took them and bound her legs
all eight real tight
so the dead spider couldn't catch the bee

kiss me
breath life into me
the spider did plead

unsure but free
the bee kissed the dead spider
to help her breath
for pretty was she

but the dead spider tricked him
instead of kissing
she ate the bee
not to breath but to feed
she was quite pleased
to be full as can be
and fooling the bee

the spider wasn't as clever
as she thought herself to be
not only did she eat the bee
but she ate his sting

now a dead spider for real was she
a lesson for all to see
no matter how pretty a spider may be
there's no guarantees
beware of fangs
and don't wait too late to sting


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