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Evil Anniversary Poems | Evil Poems About Anniversary

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Details | Blank verse | |

The Eye

The eye,a sign the 
unwise can't comprehend
  Forged from the world's 
illumination in darkened 
minds,for the 
enlightened ones like 
Leonardo da Vinci,Isaac 
Newton,John Milton....etc.
   The eye is a tree 
with many branches like 
Priory of Scion,Knight 
Lodge,Music industry, 
Politics,global economy, 
stretching beyond 
human imaginations-felt 
in all corners of earth.
  The world is clothed 
through wisdom from 
   The eye,all seeing 
sign,an invincible 
emblem of power and 
riches to the lion hearted 
and loyal souls.
A seat of influence and 
  Creating the social order 
through men of power....
  Some see it as a 
curse,others a blessing.
  I feel it,the great eye is 
everywhere watching 

Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu

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?

Copyright © Bj Fard

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.

Copyright © Bj Fard

Details | Free verse | |

Too much coffee

I can literally feel my heart breaking inside.
I can feel the rips and the tears,
And the screams from inside the pits of my shattered soul.
And I don't know why;
I don't know why I feel like this.
For I know-
I know the knowledge,
And the truth.
The truth that should make me feel so amazing and so pure.
Screaming on top of the rooftops and to the streets down below; 
For all to hear,
And for all to know.
I should be happy,
But I'm fucking scared.
That bandaid; Healed, scarred and for protecting it to never be hurt again.
I add on to it;
Drive myself mad.
I am mad, I yell;
I am mad.
I am mad about everything you do.
I am mad.
I am fruitless.
Why are you making me feel this way?
Why, I yell.
There are so many things that you make me feel.
And then you leave.
But I knowlingly know that you will leave,
and I drive myself crazy at the thought that you make me feel these things that no one else has made me feel.
You make me feel loved.
You make me feel hate.
You make me feel on top of the world;
On top of that rooftop.
Then you make me feel on the bottom of the earth;
Way low and below;
On the dirt.
You make me feel so alive,
Yet you make me feel so alone.
I know exactly what we had,
And I know exactly how we felt.
And in those moments;
In those crazy fucked up moments,
I felt alive and I felt safe,
And I felt you,
I felt all of you.
And right now,
Those moments that we have shared;
I want all the time.
I want the brush of your fingertips on mine all the time.
But this thing;
This thing that is so evil and so dividing,
It did just that;
It divided us.
For a moment;
For a time ticking moment,
We are almost there.
We are almost at the end.
We almost made it,
And we almost overcame it.
But there are moments like these;
Where I want nothing more than to push you off that rooftop,
I want to push you off because I am so undone.
I am so frustrated,
And I am so selfish,
Because I want it all when I know I can't fully give it all.
I deal with these frustrations,
Because I know that this is forever,
Because I know you are forever.
Because when you know it's forever;
You don't let go.
You don't let go because all these feelings of frustrations and questionings mean nothing compared to a lifetime filled with greatness.
You are great.
You are oh, so great.
I need a beer.

Copyright © Christina Rose

Details | I do not know? | |


I stood on the edge of the world trade center
believing I was an architectural member of the whole
I often wonder why I am not remembered
why my demise is never recognized
why my story is never told
as the people gather at the foot prints of the twins
my ashes linger on their lips
for I am the question still unanswered
I am the piece that doesn't fit
I am the wrench in the machinery
they would like you to forget
I was never struck by aircraft
there is no memorial to replace me
I am not mentioned in the 911 report
instead they have erased me
Bldg 7 fell free fall speed
on September 11,2001
Brother to the twin towers
Never forget
ask questions

Copyright © tonya belden

Details | I do not know? | |


Yes, I can see,
I was becoming my father
like the return of sanity,
a lone voice
in Armageddon,
when you feel the guilt.

You say the evil
was crawling everywhere 
beyond the eyes and ears.
The trees, the houses, the wombs,
the art, the perfection
crumbling in thick fog.

May be nothing was left for harvesting
in life. Small seeds saved in your
butting pocket, blood smeared,
will bring the rains one day –
and I will meet my counterpart
in the battlefield.


Copyright © Satish Verma