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Heroes

What evil lurks in tiny minds
To do despicable acts
I wish we could predict with signs
And stop them in their tracks

Some think the world is now insane
There's more of "Them" than "Us"
But listen to this thoughtful claim
Jump off the hopeless bus

As long as we have Heroes near
Who risk their Lives and run
There isn't much we need to fear
No setting of the sun

In or out of uniform
Working or just watching
First Responders as their Norm
Arrive to do the helping

For never fear the evil deeds 
We all must go on living
For good will always plant the seeds
Of Heroes Forever Giving

© Rick Zablocki 2013
Dedicated to those First Responders in Boston, New York, Madrid, London and Elsewhere.  We salute you.

Copyright © Rick Zablocki | Year Posted 2013

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Reality's Angel

I am Reality’s angel resting on the broad shoulders of discovery the truth feeds darkness and engulfs its target ideas and concepts in turn become meaningless to you there is a creator of all things He is just and patient many still have fallen into the masses of shadow wrapped in their own filthy idols of philosophy I have seen grown men fall like rose petals and weaklings rise into unjust leaders forever the follower of furtive evil dominating only to remain inferior the most important answers lie in the unseen regions where no sense can fully give assurance the mind that so many unreasonably twist and turn grows weary because of the distance it must take and truth be told the distance is not what frustrates it is knowing we are seeking something far that could very possibly not exist, that our minds can twist into theoretical, idealistic nonsense it is knowing all we really think we know is meaningless and yes—even a lie all that has been written thus far rests under my wings under the warmth in which you refuse to feel can you believe in me— though I am completely unseen? how much more difficult would it be to see Him?

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013

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GOOD






Good: The raft that helps us cross the rapids of evil! 


 


© Demetrios Trifiatis
      27 January 2016

Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2016

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No Fear

Evil's popular,
But I will do the right thing.
If caught, so be it.

Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014

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Simon Says

"You Wanna Play!!!"

Deep into the forest
I found a wooden doll 
Porcelain eyes, creeping from behind 
Like TV, the music haunted every step 
Falling into a paralyzed state 
The moonlight darkened before my eyes
Bitter taste of sulfur covered the scene 
 My heart pumped itself to sleep 
 Pure evil waltzes around the frigid floor 

My body of stone Claimed by a sudden voice 
"Get Up! Get Up, before I devour your soul" 
The same wooden doll, dark porcelain eyes 
Now speaks, his claws bracket around my neck 
"Get up, Simon wants to play with you!" 
In a sick demonic way, I woke with my lips sewn shut, 
Silent, but alive! 
Simon sang a song 
"Simon wants to play, Simon wants to play! " 
"Simon Says, do as I ask or else endure pure evil" 
I wanted to jump to my feet
But, I felt frail and powerless
"Simon Says, beg for Life" 
I kneel, pleading with my hands
For he knows I'm mute
"Simon Says, yell a little louder." 
He can't hear my screams 
Simon bites right into my mind 
My eyes began to brim with tears 
He dances pushing tangible fear 

Simon then speaks,
"Simon Says, to stand on one foot." 
Blood slowly slips as I stood on one foot
"Simon Says, get on the floor, slither like a snake 
I slithered for a few seconds, then I stopped!
"Simon did not say to stop!" he mumbled 
Snatching what remains of my heartbeat 
Simon laughs, while my screams, 
 loosen the thread around my lips. 
Simon then pulls a dagger from his little vest
A slash at my ankle - I fell
"Simon then says, get up!" 
By this time, my adrenaline kicks in 
This wooden doll, dark porcelain eyes
No longer scares, I slam Simon against the tree 
"But, Simon Didn't Say." 
Finally, I broke free from the insanity of imagination.
Taking control of Simon's game
Simon looked at me with a sad face "Saying"
"Simon doesn't want to play with you no more."

BY: PD

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2015

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Running

I've trained for this. 
Lungs burning, muscles twitching
as I close in
on the line-
24,25,26.
I see them clearly now-
My wife, my child-
smiling, cheering
as they urge me
through the echoes
of feet smacking
pavement,
through my 
tunneled view of
the victory line,
through my exhaustion,
through my pain.

I've trained for this.
Lungs burning, muscles twitching
as I close in on my targets.
Thousands! There are many!
I can see them clearly now-
a woman, a child-
smiling, cheering
as I slip past
and drop my bags.
And now I am
running
through the 
smoke and through the
screams as runners push
toward the finish line
without legs.

I've trained for this.
Lungs burning, muscles twitching
as I close in
on the scene.
175, 176...
I see them clearly now-
the woman, the child-
lifeless, bleeding
as they urge me
through echoes 
of feet smacking
pavement,
through my
tunneled view of 
torment and death and
I can do nothing but
hold their hand.

Copyright © Rachel Kovacs | Year Posted 2013

Details | Dramatic Verse | |

My Dad

My Dad was Chicagoan.
He would light up a room just like my Mom. 
He loved to fish ! He loved his beer .
He also designed a Octagon home in the 70's 
Built custom by hand . I was very proud of Dad .

Alcohol hit our Family , a curse .
He left my Mom when I was 14 in Illinois.
To renew in California , leaving a trail of tears .
Meeting my step mom , my sisters age .
My 2 sisters they were accepted in her world . 

Not I , I looked too much Like Mom . Told this all my Life . 
She a petite Beauty , RN , real estate Broker .
I did not see why it was wrong to be like mom ?

I moved in with Dad, His new Wife , and 2 sisters 
eventually . All three women were competing for my Father .
I was kicked out at 16 yrs.

Years do pass , you try and accept people places and things .
At the end of Dads life , he was calling me once a week .
I ordered a Engraved Clock for the Fathers day coming.
This was a issue for the Wife and sisters , never invited to his new home , 2 Decades ~My little Brother & I , never wanted .

Dad passed suddenly one sad Spring Day . Not one word from his wife , all 3rd party,  how and when,  Dad Died . being denied the right to his address , even to say goodbye .
Not being able to send my engraved clock . 

 "Dad Passed " received call  from sister whom just stayed a week with me ,  I took her all around the sites here . "1st day I get call , you should come , 2nd Day after , Dad's been cremated already . " It was a lie.

I went anyway , finding the funeral home, the Funeral Director was appalled at the denial displayed.

He insisted I was given 10 minutes alone with Dad , my Birthright to say Goodbye , he was in dismay over the Hostility towards a daughter ~

I get to this room of mean relative's. His sisters , Mine, angry looks , hearing from a Aunt "What is she doing Here ! " I can't give nor reason or rhyme. 

 Shame to you and all that participated that wicked day.
 Are you Glorified with Power?  Denied the right to grieve , 

 Left with no sane answers to give in hatred received by Blood . Some , just Spouses , telling me I had no right to Say Goodbye to my own Father , My DAD .

My Dad wanted me there , I know he did . I love Him and will never forget , his youngest girl whom looked like Mom . I know in my heart and dreams he speaks. 
 We all see when we leave . May God not allow any Son or Daughter to go through such Evil.

Thank-you Poetry Soup for returning my voice .

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

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The Underground Railroad 'Slavery'

The way is the underground
They say If you runaway we'll you ground
The scary ,weak black kitten
Couldn't step,it is harshly beaten
The days are dark nights
The rays are dark lights
The shining northern star of hope
Is the guide ,a freedom rope

The way is the underground 
The kitten's fugitive ghost is around
The kitten lost its whiskers
It is weak her eyes are on the paws
The kitten frost but it whispers
I still have these sharp claws

The shelter was the uncle's cabin, Tom
Whenever there is a lantern,it'd be our home
The way is the underground
Perilous it is,but the black kitten is still resisting around

Copyright © hafssa Aj | Year Posted 2016

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A Land Bearing Green White Green

Which way leads to the 
land of green white 
green?
Which way are we 
heading?
   A country the wicked 
bears the rulership, and 
the people sighing 
continuously.
   A terrible thing sprouts 
beneath the sun: a 
pregnant woman 
delivering not.
Imps come to lime-light 
by snuffing air from the 
goose that laid the 
golden eggs.
The blind guiding the un
blind.
The weak suppressing 
the strong-a terrible 
thing.
Like the overthrow of the 
gods at Mt. Olympus by 
the Titans.
A country where also 
thieves appear as men of 
integrity.
Land of green white 
green,which way?
A land where the 
enlightened ones are 
overshadowed and 
peanuts given to them.
The masses are dogs that 
eat the crumbs.
 Which way to go you 
Land?
Iliterates stand on 
podium of power 
bellowing orders as milk 
of sorrow known as 
dividends of democracy 
is passed around.
The machine of progress 
manned by the 
unproductive.
"There is better 
tomorrow" we hear.
Land of green white 
green,my country 
where rule of law walk 
beside anarchy.
The proles are sentenced 
to adversity,and there 
endured death-like trials.
Chai! Aru! People 
dancing on thorns 
whimpering as they 
throng 
along.
  I see a new sun rising 
from the horizon,hope is 
rekindled as its rays 
grace on hopeless bodies.
 Look!! there soon be 
change!



Note: 
This 
is 
poem 
full 
of 
Nigeria 
political
 angst.

Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu | Year Posted 2013

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Whispers in the Dark

Still hiding in the whispers
 
Trying to achieve a dirty end
 
You have no power here
 
Light shines  upon you
 
An yet you choose 
  
 A slithering mask
 
Revealed
 
We Loved You
 
But you loved yourself more
 
Now blind to admit

Is it pride
 
Only

Penance ....shall set you free......





 

Copyright © Ninette Carey | Year Posted 2015

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A Soldier's Elegy

A kestrel dips into an updraft
thinking he knows the world
tranquility gurgles 
through silent valleys
over mountains
around the earth
refracted 
through the wind

The creature soars ever higher
in great swoops and dives
the horizon curves as it eludes vision
the stars pulse their siren
but thrill denies
adrenaline overrules
their ambient warning

Gust to gust each fades 
quicker than the last
whispers carry the weight of wings
and their soulful song breaches sanity
prayers of rightful good
where petty purple banners
crest twinkling hearts

The last thermal ridden
last lyric dies
as flight’s drone fades
upturned wings alone
the sky empty oblivion
as the sun aligns its beady eye
to the looping path of the bird

Two brittle forms 
grapple in light
which blots out the senses
and protects 
what can never be touched
divine oblivion 
smites the naive bird
an archangel buried
in a crypt 
six feet deep.

Copyright © Avery Swarthout | Year Posted 2015

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The Message

I'm not the greatest of all-times, but when I'm done, I'll be an all time great in this lifetime of mine Like the late great who came before my time I will breed a new lifeline, that will breathe life like march of dimes My story lines, will bring truth life; like troops who fight Overseas, for rights of those who believe that death is life Now that ain't right! As the rich is getting richer, eating fillet me-non, while we barely feeding our appetite Night after night Survival has waged a war that gave us no choice but to battle and fight Although, we'll be all right They say we a dying breed, but that ain't right Instead we're the light to a lying greed That will enlighten life to a brand new seed A man of God indeed Freed from the Son that bleeds Like the summer breeze He's the sum that equals the amount of air I breathe The air that please A satisfaction like the birds and the bees My word's words are the keys That will fornicate with the mind and give birth to a seed A seed of social change, that'll change our social economy So shall our comradery That will bring comfort to a struggling society A synonym...similar to a civilization seeking for unity Unifying the physics of theory That seeks to explain the synopsis of a dying philosophy Similar to the Cosby X-cept my scrip-tic will speak more about our reality Like life's calamity And everything else in life that's destroying us systematically However, I've discovered a system That can mathematically destroy ignorancy And turn our state of mind intellectually I elect that He (God) selects me to be And be that man who may lead this community So that they (My Peoples) may commute with me En-route to a destination, destine towards our destiny Like we were destine to be We were meant to be "Great" like the late great that came before we. Because we are... The reflection where perfection gave birth to the definition of greatness Where great means Competent, Skilled, Well Informed, and Tremendous Our potentials are endless And only we not even the enemy can put an end to this So it's time we put a stop to this The biggest enemy of self And that's envy and jelousness Cause after this is Heaven or Hell and that's all there is A promised made sealed with a kiss Knowing this Is the next best thing since "In the beginning" In the first chapter of the first verse in Genesis!

Copyright © Ajalon Michael Zarate | Year Posted 2013

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Infinite Energy S

Get on your bike and get out of my face it smells of fish and oil on the beach this peachy day cape on my shoulders to fly away up with the seagulls I sh*t on your face Now that the body has been properly buried full of the scars from the wars do I carry I cannot believe you all find me scary I skip full of spirit for despite this I'm still merry For on this day God smiled on me gave me the sign to renew my belief and with his presence I shall achieve an eternal life filled by my infinite energy (S).

Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013

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The Strand

This expanse of land has seen things. 
Things all of us can only see in dreams.
It's seen war, it's gotten it's fair share of scars.
Bombs bursting, bullets throwing sand into the air like it's a volleyball tournament.
The sand running red with blood silently mocking our arteries.

This magnificent stretch of land has seen heroes' tears fall; dropping to their knees while sadness envelopes their fallen brothers but also looking up to their beloved whilst carrying a ring in their hand. 

It's seen bright days, the sun glimmering over wet sand, footprints of past loves being washed away as the sun smacks the horizon. 

This expanse of land...has seen things we can only imagine.

T.K

Copyright © Tyler Kisner | Year Posted 2013

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Just Jump - Frankenstein's Grand Finale - End of the Dear Frankenstein Saga

What happens when your only way out is so final, yet so beautiful?
When the only one you've got is your captor, your abuser?
When your chance at a legitimate escape is too far away, when you’ve just got to get away now?

 

I’ll tell you what happens:
You get a little crazy, a little careless.
You can’t remember all of the people who care for you, the ones who would miss you.
You get selfish.

 

You can’t see what causes it, so you can’t fix it… this dysfunction.
You know you can’t just change it, because you’re not the only one involved.

 

So… You run.
The first chance you get, you run.
But there’s no where to go.
You know they’ll come.
You know they’ll find you.
So, you run.
Just until you find a beautiful space.
It’s so beautiful, it might already be heaven.
You’ll find out soon.

 

It’s a beautiful cliff.
Maybe they’ll think you fell.
It doesn't matter.
Don’t leave a note;
Let them think what they will.

 

Jump.
Now’s your chance.
Hear them coming?
They’re closing in.
Quick!
Before they catch you.

 

This is your last chance to escape.
Jump.
It won’t hurt once you've hit the bottom.
It can’t be any worse than everyday.

 

Do it now,
Before there’s anymore pain.
Don’t start thinking.
They’ll get over you.
Move on without you.

 

Jump.
Before it’s too late again.
Just jump.
Nothing will ever hurt again.

 

Quick!
Do it quick!
Jump.
… Just Jump.

 

*This is the end of a tortured life.*

 

Turns out…

The bad guys win.

 …………

Copyright © Mistylove Lopez | Year Posted 2013

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Physically and Mentally Abuse

I was born in a world of poverty and soiled life of a third world country
The way I lived till I was five years of age was walls of boundary
These walls had towers of guards that had no heart or care
If a child would try to climb the wall they lose their life I swear

Father had drank and threatened my mother with a knife
My father lost his job and wife and that was the hardship of life
He stopped my mother from taking off with me in her arm
Hoping that my father would ignore and left me be with no harm

When my father went off to drink one night and came home with rage
My brothers stood by my crib and took a beating that set up the next stage
My father had woken up to three scared children half starved and in pain
His final words as he walk away from the orphanage gate live life do not go insane

I was still a baby in the orphanage; the caretakers did not really care about the babies
They stole items and materials those wicked men and maternal evil ladies
They starved all the babies because it cost a lot to keep them alive
As a child of that age I could feel the sins and greed that gave out bad vibes

I was ignorant about what I drank and ate, as I see white maggots move in my bottle
As I see them move I thought about how they were playing and some were hostel
They ate each other to keep each other alive in a manner that took me by surprise
In the back round I hear others throwing things with sounds of painful cries

I got very strong at a young age I was able to start pulling myself up over the cage
My feelings were to see my brothers with strong lungs that I cried out of rage
My two brothers came to see me and sneak food into my crib
The caretaker would find the food in my hands as they grabbed it and hit me on my ribs

As painful as it was I kept eating the food with blood in my mouth as it was instinct
I sometimes laid in my crib dazed and confused with smell of death so distinct
With all my might I kept myself strong and climb the small wall
I finally was old enough to get out of the building and I could hear my brothers call

With tears of joy with short legs that ran as fast as my heart
I ran to my brothers arms and held their hands to have a new start
I grew stronger everyday but more things came into my life in a manner of dismay
If my brothers stay by my side I could smile and everyday their would be okay


Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2013

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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

Copyright © Avery Swarthout | Year Posted 2015

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Fighting God

God in shorts, I never thought I'd see the day,
gloves and boots and grease on the eyebrows too

the bell went for round one, I threw a left, then he 
smiteth me to the body with great vengence,

then yay....I had him on the ropes at last and a fierce 
exchange followed, and his trainer, Jesus, shouting 

in a rage, "come on dad!...don't give old Nick a win,
twill send the world into a spin,"

and then he caught me with a roundhouse to the jaw
it sent me tumbling to the floor; up on one knee

he misunderstood, saying, " rise up my son, I am your God,"
I jumped up quick, and punched him square, and Jesus 

shouted, "hey that's not fair!": the last round came, the 
crowd went wild, then God behaving like a child, 

dancing, taunting me in tongues, I knocked him flat
into the gunge; with gnashing of teeth and a bible punch

he caught all five, a fiery bunch, and came a great commotion
and a God almighty crunch: the lord was down twas no mistake,

but came the decision, on points and gore, that it could only be
an acrimonious draw, then a band of angels siezing this chance 

began to sing their choral dance; typical I thought and piped up 
my demons from the crowd, a merry scene twas it indeed,

to share our world...the love and greed.

Copyright © Peter Lewis Holmes | Year Posted 2015

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Star Gazer

imperial evil rings the rebellions bell  
and awakens the rebels fight 
allow for a new tomorrow 
a skywalker will be in plain sight 
his mind as sharp and committed 
as the nail that split the force
a parasite of the night are we
 the padawan has chosen his course!




 BY Mark Taylor: ......Star Wars......

Copyright © Mark Taylor | Year Posted 2013

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Is It God We Trust Or Leave In the Dust

Is It God We Trust? Or Leave In the Dust? As our courts remove God from this great nation. We are left with a confused and lost generation! As God is taken away from our public schools. A huge tide of immorality is what “rules.” The Bible is often mocked and discarded. It was on it’s principles this country was started! Just about anything of God seems to get scorned. So many “rush” to worship many ungodly forms. As God’s name is often tossed and thrown out. We tend to forget what HE is all about! Too often, his plans for living are tossed and abused. No wonder, there’s many who are lost and confused! As people forget God and worship the fallen creature. They look to themselves and “glorify” their features. Many ignore God, and get involved in deep addictions. And with this, come disease, heartache and afflictions! As God looks and sees this nation “bleeding.” It’s his righteousness, that we need to be seeking! If we would humble ourselves, he would hear our prayer! He loves all of us! And he really does care! Won’t you come to HIM, And invite him in? Won’t you allow him to be your master and friend? He brings strength and nourishment to the soul! It’s only in him that we can be made whole! By Jim Pemberton

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013

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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 | Year Posted 2013

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Like the frightened Jackrabbit, I run away from Love

Jump up and down like a jackrabbit
running through meadows
running from what?
Could it be heartbreak,
a venemous snake that hides in the grass,
hiding with fangs ready to pierce the tender skin
upon the tight, bronze flesh of everyday life?
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye now!
I need a vacation a long way away from the faceless smiles
and ignorance of young girls, who don't look at you,
who don't show you love and respect.
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye now,
as jumping spiders hop everywhere, crawling eight legs around me
my soul black like carcoal, but my heart still beating
slower this time, not like the days before
and like the jackrabbit running from anything and everything,
I run to seek love and vanish away from the empty voids
that people call, their souls.
Recording a film with no tape,
talking to a woman you love, but not having the guts to tell her how you really feel
Jump my boy, like a jackrabbit, take my advice
tell her before she leaves
turns down the endless avenues of endless dark love
the trees grow taller, taller than you
and you sit there feeling away yourself die, missing out in life.
I cannot see you lose your love.
Say it, say it, Say it!!! Tell her! Tell her! Build the guts up!
Build up the courage, tell her how you feel. Take her by the hand and never say goodbye! Never say goodnight, stay with her till the flight comes in the morning
of the first rays of sun shine through your dorm room take her and love her!
Do not be like me, the jackrabbit! I see no happiness
Reading poetry it makes me sad,
to write of others falling in love and I never finding the one.
People tell me, you'll find yours, have hope
but I am a frightened little jackrabbit
who flees from sounds of deep emotions, not having courage to fall in love,
not building the guts up to tell her how I really feel.
She walks alone, I find my oppertunity and sing my love song
She smiles and moves on,
please tell me I cannot fight anymore.
All I have to say is Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye
I need a vacation
to go to some sandy beach on an island of love
and write and write and write, the same poetry that depresses me
but makes you all fall in love with words!
Fiction about love stories, please kiss me
Blue eyed death comes, plays a game of chess with me
I bet twenty, he bets my soul
Kiss me death, the only love I'll ever get,
besides my poet friends who kiss my ass
Listen to my heart, truely, I don't write of beauty
I write for the sorrow soul, the fleeing jackrabbit
running away from love.....

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | Terza Rima | |

Journey Into Tomorrow's Dreams

Every stride I made yesterday gave its ripe fruit,
I vowed to do better and I still thrive;
whoever seeks glory must have a true pursuit!

No milestones can be snatched by time that never returns,
too much faith and effort I put into them;
let none flow in the wildest river that overflows and erodes!

When your search ends, your eagerness for more dies,
let hunger be that force greater than yourself;
life doesn't confine you to any boundary, climb walls!

The weaker ones give up too soon, the stronger always prevail;
their mark of excellence stands like a fortress
never conquered, but some like to burn it with the fire of Hell.

I am the victorious heart which thwarted possible defeats,
invigorated by courage and desire to win;
I intend to continue this journey into tomorrow's dreams!


Written on 1/ 8/ 2016 

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016

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Shield Me

Shield me from this stain I bear,
remove this filth and smut I wear.
Cover my eyes from the evil truth,
discard these lies and hide the proof.

Guard my heart, these beats of pain,
from this spattered torn, loveless stain.
Protect this tired, worn out soul,
the one who beats out of control.

Defend my honor, grace and trust,
uncoil these spoils, away we must.
Preserve the mutiny, oust the pure,
coral the innocent with your evil lure.

Safeguard the takers, fakers and rest,
loosen the chains around this chest.
Release my dignity, vanity and control,
please shield my heart and cover me whole.

Copyright © Stacy Stiles | Year Posted 2013

Details | Dramatic Verse | |

PAST OF HORROR


I wake up with another tear for I have again, relived the nightmare will it ever leave me with any way to see when will I again be able to see my family the past is forgiven so why is it still living my heart was so broken but soon after it was frozen let it lie and the past die for I have a life to live with but the past is still being relived how do I stop this past of torture so I can find my new future

Copyright © Denise Hopkins | Year Posted 2013

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Goodnight

Is life worth a try?
Would I be living a lie?
If I smile, would it break?
If I laugh, would it be fake?
I see the tears from the sky and me
See how self doubting I can be
The feeling of damp grass
The moment that's bound to last
The ways I could wash away
All the people who have gone astray 
Is it me to blame?
When can my feelings be tame?
Why is this world so dark?
When can I actually make a mark?
The tears all fall down
Ive been given a permanent frown 
Standing out is not a choice
Cant risk screaming with my voice
The sky is now dark blue
How many insults were true?
I wish I could be pure
They all hate me, I'm sure 
All eyes watch me every move
So much that i want to prove
why do i still put up a fight?
Why shouldn't i just say goodnight?
i don't have anyone to miss
could death give me a dark ending kiss?
Is there a reason for me to be here?
I all i can feel is numbing fear
I just want to feel the sun shine
To feel happiness throughout my spine
But that is just a dream
That will float away with my desperate scream
Help is the word i always say
I ask for it everyday
And what do i get?
I pile full of regret
I think it's time
To end my faith, my suffering, my rhyme

Copyright © LIfe Taken The Wrong Way | Year Posted 2013

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The Killing Tree Part 1

This poem is too long for one submission so I have to split it up

THE KILLING TREE
Come gather children listen well
sit closer now to me
And hear the story I'm to tell 
about the killing tree

'Twas deepest winter cold and dark
when first this tale was spun
And evil lurked within the park
Now hidden from the sun

Upon its roots, like legs a creeping
Its spiny fingers willows weeping
It hunted for its prey asleeping

Now Lilith was a child forlorn
as she walked out in the gloom
Too many nights her parents scorn
had kept her in her room

Tonight she packed a bag to travel
and sneaked out like a mouse
But she slipped on ice upon the gravel
A mile from her house

So to the scent of blood it hurried
On foul and evil roots it scurried
To feed on souls from life unburied

Alone he walked, his sword beside him
a stranger to these lands
So proud he strode with face so grim
and power in his hands

He came in search of evils badness
and whet hid blade of steel
To test his skills against the madness
that make the senses reel

It crossed the road its limbs a shaking
Its slimy tendrils taut and quaking
Against the thought of Lilith waking

Now evil lurks in many places
throughout this land it sleeps
Awakened by the night it paces
Into our lives it creeps

Young  Lilith was a child forsaken
an innocent so fair
Her dream of freedom thus mistaken
had led her to his lair

So towards its feast its limbs a dangling
The ugly beast within the tangling 
Mossy roots was set to strangling

Now deep within small Lilith's heart
there beat a song of love
A tempo strong that from the start
was blessed by God above

So there was goodness deep within
this young girls troubled soul
She only dreamt her prince to win
and worried towards that goal

Upon her now with evil dripping
Its ghostly host with pulse a skipping 
Set to its task, her clothes a ripping

She woke and to the night she screamed
the stranger heard her cry
Rushed to her side though time it seemed
too quickly passing by

He drew his sword and hacked the root
wrapped 'round young Lilith's waist
Grabbed from above held by his foot
caught blindly in his haste

Now borne upon its branches saving
A feast for its unholy craving
Two souls for evils lust were waving

Back to the park the tree it fled
Still mindful of its goals
Two human hearts would soon be dead
The tree would have their souls

The stranger spoke to Lilith now
a whisper in the night
And with his eyes he made a vow
for Lilith's life to fight

Copyright © Anthony Cassano | Year Posted 2015

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EBONICS

My children be over my sister house.
Oland got scratched by his cousin with a twig in my mother’s front yard.
My children are grown now.
Why is it study going on y’all?
The illegality of removing my children from my custody is a baseball foul.
Carrie told Queen that the children were in the front yard playing.
Tony came prior with Queen.

This social worker said she gave me my first warning.
Why did you go that far?
A parent course is for a child abuser.
I am not one.
I am in something I don’t know of?
I rather my children to be with their father!

Cleaning house to leave, Queen knew of my decision.
“We are moving to Detroit, Michigan,” I said.
She stated my children were to be remove temporarily.
This became unreal.

I am in something I don’t know of?
I rather my children to be with their father!

Child support was not being received because Tony was not paying the bill.
I am left along by knowing I lack communicative skills.
The government is the State.
They negated my family livelihood.

Their feeble mindedness means is destroying a country of fools.
Today I am not along.
I am afire through my belief in the omnipotent.
Unknown to humankind is a greater resolve for their transgressions.

I took my burdens to the Lord and left the wrongdoers –
For God so gave his only begotten son for the world would know that life on 
Earth is of a greater determination.

Strength Empowers!

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Penned on May 18, 2018!

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014

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Introduction

hello my friend, stranger walk by,
borrow a moment, spare me your lie,
through pen of the narrow and mist of an eye,
below absolute zero, someone will die;
sentence to rambler, apple hereby,
flute of the meadow, mandrake will cry,
in front of the riddler second might try,
get out of here mortal,
exit near by-e.

angry as he strike out his pen,
get out of here demon, get out of this den,
in thousands of years how long has it been,
when scriptures wear sandals;
on meadow you land, many bear seasons,
stakes shall bend, lantern still burning,
your letter is send.

Copyright © Miche Ulman | Year Posted 2013

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The fear hiding in the shadows

The fear hiding in the shadows

Terror and fear inhabit the mind of the unbelieving soul
Gloom and doom unite together hiding in the shadows
Chaos and anarchy combine filling humans with panic and fright
War machine starts it's engines again, preparing for the fight

Malevolent rapaciousness is an obvious sign of the times
Evil last days are marked by vitriolic hatred and violent crime
As a novel's suspense is shattered, when first, is read the last chapter
So this evil world's end is just the prelude to our "happily ever after".

If you only knew what God knows, you would, know how the story goes
Then your inner peace could grow, supplanting the fear hiding in the shadows.

John Derek Hamilton
March 26,2016

Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2016