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Water Wall


As he slept in tranquil dream, 
Suddenly he flew, it seemed. 
Thrown and landing on the floor, 
Shaking walls and splintered doors. 

Just as quick, the room grew still. 
Distant tremors he could feel. 
Out the door, and up the rock, 
There he stood in sleepy shock. 

How could oceans disappear. 
Then a hissing he could hear 
And a trembling, heavy roar 
Headed for an empty shore. 

Sunrise turned a greenish hue, 
As he climbed, a better view. 
Seeming far too large, he saw 
What must be a water wall. 

Thought of ancient stories told 
Of a wrath that could unfold; 
Sucking oceans with a breath, 
Spewing endless waves of death. 

Instinct quickly cleared his mind. 
Panic now, he clawed and climbed. 
Up, despite the screams he hears, 
As a village disappears. 

Once an evil came to call, 
Scooped them up and took them all. 
Now he's old, his stories wane, 
Of the morning Satan came.


Gene Bourne 
08-18-14


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She, That Eats Hearts and Worlds

She Eats Hearts and Worlds

In this world life stands still
heartache chokes in for the kill
Sidewalk leaps up to quickly slay
Fools racing all about every day

That pain sets just so damn well
she that strode from the gates of hell
Tarnishing all that gave in love
her sex fits tightly, like a glove

Those nights did so hotly soothe
she the sexy vixen so damn smooth
Always naked and steaming ready to go
no man could resist the sexual show

In her world you gladly die to play
such delights , pure passion every way
Then roofs came loudly crashing down
death came with smiles and no damn frown!

Robert J. Lindley.


Details | Quatrain | |

If You Ever Cross Me

I am never jealous, but theirs an evil in my eye
Step forward and cross me, and soon you'll wonder why
No matter where you are, it doesn't matter where you hide
For I'm the clever one, who'll find you and watch you slide

There are some things that you will never own, nor I, so read my words
For if I have to find a reason, my actions are seldom heard
These actions I speak about, are the watching of your life fade
And the squealing through your last breath, your body in dying cascade

I am never jealous, but theirs an evil in my eye
Step forward and dare to cross me, and soon you'll wonder why
The world is small enough, it takes nothing for me to try
I can only ever promise, take what is never yours, and you will rightly die









http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/me-3.php


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Civil War

This evening I listen to a Rock 'n' Roll band
Their track is Civil War, as our world now expands

To us it's the same size but to others they despise
For the want of greed exists in their killer hungry eyes

Where do I start, to say of their evil spread
A different starvation leaving the world in evil dread

It's not our today's but our yesterdays years
That our history tells us, of our everlasting torn tears

Cambodia, the Lebannon, and Sri Lanka's Indian sun
Rebels who demand better at the end of a gun

Guaetamala and Peru with their Shining Path
Villagers in terror decrying it's ever last

Democracy is our power in it's controllable exist
Like the Shining above, how long will our future paths persist

Recent news in the Arabic World, has taken tyrants by surprise
For decades they have stolen with their torturing infidel lies  

I could go deeper and deeper to describe these evils acts
In wanton blood spillage, to increase civil war torn facts

For this is the world we live in, it appears we determine to live
Maybe in our lifetime it will be on our doorstep, we open, our lives will sieve










http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-8.php



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Alter-Ego

The little girl who begs for mercy is away,
her angry alter-ego took her place.
The little girl might possibly come back someday,
But now her eyes gleam red on her fair face.

All the wicked things she said and did,
It was not her but that evil thing.
Maybe the little girl just hid,
Afraid of all the alter-ego may bring.

She is evil, can't you understand?
The sadness, the anger and hatred she gives,
Is it possible to withstand?
But maybe inside that evil thing, the little girl who begs for mercy lives.


Details | ABC | |

Oof





	
Oof

Don’t put your view all are blind
They can’t see ten or nine
They have determined they can find
Solution is already all know shrine

Bereave is not necessity it always dawns
Scarce barks all the day as unwelcome guest
Put your disguise on your veil
All viewed your deceitful hay

Shame on you for being that that
Looting always day by day
Poor creatures are suffocating
Swallowing your poisonous play.


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Put a bullet in my brain

Put a bullet in my brain
as the rain sweeps her out of my arms
and places her into another's.
Put a bullet in my brain
for I don't want to see love slip away
please end my suffering,
for I don't want to dare see her in the arms of another man.

I fear the tear that slips away from my soul
and touches the ground with a splash
as she is washed away by the lashed memories of the rain,
please, someone put a bullet in my brain.

I can't bear to see her with another man
laying in his arms
as he charishes her beauty
just like I did to her.
As she smiles and laughs at his jokes
my heart would not bare the sorrow and pain
that would tare my heart apart into pieces of tainted love.
Please tell the rain to stop,
as the pain grows when rain comes down,
please someone end my suffering,
put a bullet in my brain
and stop the rain
that washes away every memory of her.

Stop saying you miss me
and just kiss me
for I can't take the pain
of the rain that takes you away.
Kiss me and stop saying you miss me
for those are useless words to me.
Love is where it's at, so show me.
Don't go with him, he'll treat you wrong.
Love and laugh with me till the break of dawn
as we yawn the long night away.

Kiss me and don't say you miss me.
For if you go away from me,
I couldn't bare to take a tear and waste it away.
Tears, sweet tears crying for you,
doesn't that mean anything to you?
I ask you, stop the rain,
stop the pain and put that bullet in my brain.

Let the red blood flow from my temples.
Let the plow dig my grave,
for I can't bare to see you with another
in his arms, him kissing you, where I kissed you.
I can't take it, I have to make it,
make that pain go away.
Prayer didn't help, God turned a blind eye
when I came up and said why!
Put that bullet in my dome
and when I lay in the coffin, looking at the roof of the church
you come and kiss me, and then you can really say
that you'll miss me.


Details | Lyric | |

I Hate You Cancer

Dedicated to my Dad who lost his short battle w/ Colon Cancer on June 18,2013

I hate you Cancer
Your vile evil and cruel
You don't care who you hurt
I'll never forget that day
I'll always hate you for it

Your heartless Cancer
You took someone important from me
Someone important from others too
Took people who didn't belong to you
I hate you for it

You disgust me Cancer
You had no right to take him from me
He mattered more than my very own life
I hate you for taking my Daddy
I hate you for taking others too

I hate you with a passion Cancer
You took part of my heart with him
You took part of my soul that day too
I hate you for it
I hate you I hate you I hate you

I hate you with every fiber of my being 
Go back to Hell where you belong
I hate you, others hate you
Your not welcome or wanted here Cancer

I hate you more than his doctor's
I hate you more than God
I hope I get to witness that day
Witness the day you fall
And you will fall Cancer

You're gonna lose the battle one day Cancer
I'm gonna laugh and dance around your grave
You'll finally get what you deserve 
And you'll never be able to take another soul


Sabrina Niday Hansel


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Placed 8th in Poet Destroyer A's  2013 "PINKTOBER" Contest

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Details | Dramatic monologue | |

The Game

My life has been one enormous charade,
A make believe game,
A play I have played, 
A story I tell myself, day and night,
Hidden from myself, out of sight,
A game of hide and seek,
While searching for something else to eat.

The game,
A cosmic game,
A comic game,
A bad joke,
A puff of smoke,
A laugh,
A bath,
A lonely path,
The Game.

I used to take it so seriously,
Think it, feel it so real, so perfectly,

So certain I that was right,
That I lived in the light,
So convinced that I knew the rules,
So obvious I had all the tools,
That I saw the truth, 
That I saw the light,
Would win the battle, win the fight.


Heard the sound of the distant drum,
Calling me to battle with the devious one.
The walls of my ego were high and mighty,
My dreams and delusions danced in front of me,
Their smooth dark surface impossible to climb,
Images I swallowed and thought were mine.


I made them alive, moving and real,
Twist and turn like a slimy eel,
Just to tell myself that I was still someone,
Playing in the game and having lots of fun,
Just to tell me and to tell you,
That I wasn't a loser,
So I wouldn’t hear the words game over.


Game over,
Check and mate,
Here's the gate,
You have to take,
Out of the Game,
The game of shame.


The game of avoiding being blue,
Of dogging the bullets they shot at you,
The atomic bomb they drop on your head,
The monsters that they put under your bed.


The game of hiding away,
Live to play another day,
Even if it's only make believe,
The prizes in plastic,
And not worth a dime,
At least I have the impression that they are mine,
At least I don't fell the pain,
The pain of shame,
In this perverted game.


So that I don't feel I'm a prisoner,
Tied to this post,
Don't even realise that I'm only a ghost,
That the truth is well hidden,
On the board of the game.

That the prizes are in plastic,
But they are shiny and new,
The paint hardly chipped,
The emptiness hardly shows through,
The laughing is loud,
The smiles are all warm and friendly,
And we are all together,
Joyful and happy.


The illusion is REAL,
And only the mad man knows,
That it's a rotten deal.

more of my poems at http://labyrinthoflies.com


Details | Munaajaat | |

Tell Me

I'm lost hurt and angry
Why did you take his life
I want, No I need to know
Tell me, Tell me why
I deserve to know

Haven't you done enough to him
What'd he ever do to you
He suffered his whole life
Suffered more than anyone deserved
Tell me, Tell me why you did it
I have a right to know

Why'd you let him born to them
Born to worthless parents
Parents who didn't care
They threw him away like garbage
Pawned him off on someone else
Tell me, Tell me why
Explain how you could do that

You gave him Polio
You let others treat him like disease
You took away the full use of his legs
You warped his hand and foot
Tell me, Explain to me why
I deserve to know

You let others think he was crazy
You let it go on for over year
You didn't stop it, Why
Tell me, Give me your reason
Answer me, Help me to understand

You go and make matters worse
You gave him Cancer
You didn't give him a chance to fight back
You just jerked him away from us
Tell me, Tell me how
How you could be so cruel

How can others not question you
When others do it, It's murder
But when it's by your hand
It's your will, Their fate
Tell me, What makes you so different
Your no better than the demons knocking at the door

You heard me beg and plead
You know I'm not afraid to die
I was willing to carry it all for him
I was willing to take my Daddy's place
You didn't even let me say Goodbye
Tell me, Tell me why I couldn't take his place
Answer me, you owe me that much



Sabrina Niday Hansel
~Niday40873~

(motif) Spiritual


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The Rotten

Analysis read—and wronged—and pulled
Lulled into our idealistic mess
Words no longer ours but hung distress
Farced in carnality—they are ruled

Soundness remains what we will believe 
And all else is but tethered nonsense
Clinched tightly in unfriendly absence
Overcome in overwrought relief

The judges judge on behalf of tongue
When ears and eyes close achingly tight
And perhaps in woe we find them right
For witches sought and bound must be hung!

Lower than the softened dirt that cures
Where worms in halves blindly come to eat
The higher crush with tormented feat
And the suns scorch what is left of hers

Answers never tried—and cured to hide
They look to superior sources
The rotten are the strongest forces
Ripened and toughened with bequeathed pride

-Iambic Tetrameter
Contest: Metrical verse
Sponsor: Giorgio Veneto
Laura Breidenthal


Details | Epic | |

Crossroads

Walking threw the mist of the night,
on the path that lead deep into the forest, in absence of sound;
from one whom was bought, no body shell be found,
of those who might be lost, homeward bound,
as we raven through this hollow ground.

Cross sentences that are incomplete, fractions that make you weak,
threw words that you learned so well, life is a living hell,
don't front and pull back, end of line, number check,
in the story and on track, blank page,
ink intact.


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THE VERDICT

Copyright © 2013
07/17/2013

Skittles and a soda
against a gun in its holster?

One day that scream
will be known as a teen
not a heinous lying Fein

What a sinister ploy and twist
with a loaded gun and no fist?

Had everyone sitting and waiting
doomed by a verdict just delaying

Was this just an optical illusion
or, a devious planned conclusion?

Now, this generation too afraid
wearing hoodies will get you dead

But, the Klan was still glad
hoodies they've always had

A verdict they too saw,
ushering in martial law


by: LP
edited: 7/30/13


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A Very Inviting Temptation

A Very Inviting Temptation! I remember of a particular situation. I was offered a very "inviting" temptation. The situation I was in... I didn't belong! And lost any sense of "right and wrong." At first... I felt no guilt or shame. And brought embarrassment to my family's name. I tried to explain this to my wife and kids. I heard; "Dad... please... no more fibs!" The Godly principles were "tossed to the side," As the sin inside caused arrogance and pride. Soon, all in my life that truly mattered... Was gone! My life was empty and shattered! I was sorry for all of the problems I caused! This time... I took a moment to pause. I cried to God to rescue me from my sin. I confessed! Would God help me once again? I read in the Bible of Jesus’ grace and love! This time the help I needed had to come from above! I asked him for a fresh and brand new start. He removed the stain from a broken heart. He restored to me the joy I once had. I'm so blessed! Jesus has made me glad! Jesus is the reason I'm here today! I LOVE HIM more than words can say! By Jim Pemberton


Details | I do not know? | |

Family Matters

In the attic, above wooden floor,
through the hallway of psychotic, locks upon my door,
near the broken window and glass of the sore,
hiding in the shadows,
bloodstains on the wall.

 Number nine,
house at the end of the street,
where lights are low,
where silent never sleep.


Details | Narrative | |

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



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To young to die

Too young to die


They take a boy, too young to shave
Who has never lived his life
While his mates are chasing girls
They fill his life with strife
They send him off to a brand new war
Over some damned fools Ideal
I don’t understand their wars
And I guess I never will


The folk who like to run the show
Or most of them at least
Have never even been to war
They’ve never felt the beast
As he rips right into one’ intestines
That hollow hole of fear!
Each leader should be sent to war
Then the picture might grow clear


Then when they send young boys to war
They’ll see the whole damned show
The weight of endless terror
 And then maybe they’ll know
What it’s like as a fine young man
To be sent out there to die
He might then know, how a mother feels
When she’s lost her little guy.

1 August 2013 @ 1443hrs.


Details | Free verse | |

Don't Try It

A single kiss from thy lovely lips,
so sweet and so divine,
yet I taste posion upon your tongue.

Your beauty so glorious,
like a blooming rose so beautiful,
yet, why do mine eyes go blind
in the sight that you walk along with another?

Yes you, walk with another,
arm under arm,
lips touching lips in romantic kisses,
it makes my blood boil,
for mine lips are dry.

For mine eyes have seen your glory,
yet no one here listens to my story.
You are evil, yes you are,
don't try to deny,
Listen to a man of experience,
you might as well save some expense.

I write of our long romantic walks
we took together, under the shade of olive trees,
how we went apple picking in autumn time,
and made love in the foyer.

Nomore of that sweet and passionate love,
nomore silent kisses in the night,
when the wind blows hard against the branches,
that tape violently on my windowpane. 
Nomore somber tears shed, when you got sick,
and nomore warm embraces when you shed tears of betrayal.

Betrayal now is a game played by a fool,
such as I,
to think I'd have a happy life with you?
Huh, only a fool would think such a thing,
but now I sit, looking at the foyer,
where we once made sweet, passionate love,
nomore will that foyer be filled with exotic pleasure.
Nomore will you be filled with smiles and exotic pleasure.
I've done my job, as a good man shall do,
now pack your things and get of my stage,
the spotlight yawns for anew,
and the audience grows tired and restless of you.

Now I live life anew,
you too shall see life in new eyes,
walking hand and hand with the blond, blue eyed devil
you call your own.
Shall he take one kiss from your lips,
and die of the posion he tastes on your tongue,
shall he go blind, when he sees your true, black beauty?
He will see the ugly soul, covered up by white rags,
and cheap makeup,
and then he will come to me,
and shake my hand in condolence
and say, "You were right!"

Now you are all alone,
looking for another, as you did many times before,
Now you are alone, walking an open road,
spying on another,
fear of being alone.
Now, you see when you play games with a good man's emotions,
don't try it,
because a good man is not meant to be toyed with.


Details | Free verse | |

Thoughts of You

Random thoughts of you run
randomly throughout my mind,
as I hold, looking through a simple picture of you and I,
smiles and holding each other,
embracing warmth brings me to sanity,
watching your hand on my forearm,
as you gaze into my eyes.
Oh the tears flood such emotion,
only you and I now in such madness we call love,
such madness we all call life,
such madness we all call reality.

Thoughts of me without you,
I cannot bear to see such a sight in mind,
to hear such words that tear my heart out
and sadness stabs me rapidly in the back,
and I can't bear to see such a sight as this.
Thoughts of you
running randomly throughout my mind,
my hair turns silver and white with stress
of not being with you,
and my liver covered with cancer,
and lungs black with smoke,
and stomach embraced with ulcers.

All I ask for you,
is not to be a thought anymore,
and come back to me in flesh and bone
in a portrait painting of you in reality
come to me with your beauty and glory
and kind heart and hold me again,
and let me kiss you again and love you again,
and call you mine again.
Don't say it is impossible,
when you know and I know,
that it is in fact possible
to love each other once again.


Details | Ottava rima | |

The Result of Cruel Fate

The crone can hear the children's laughter, cold as ice
And they exclaim out "witch", not thinking she can hear
Their parents then admonish, "Try to be quite nice."
Upon her thin, emaciated form they leer
Of love forbidden she has paid the awful price
Malicious magic powers all the children fear
She only wears black, mourning each and ev'ry day
Her world is full of dismal, somber shades of grey


She loved a wealthy cultured handsome gentleman
But she had not the clothes nor proper pedigree
And never would be issued any wedding bann
For poverty did not amuse his family
When finding herself great with child of his, she ran
She felt displaced, just like a dead uprooted tree
In bleak back alley child unwanted disappeared
No chance immoral tainted peccant child be reared


Although she lost her core, her heart, her soul, her mind, 
She wandered dazed and crazy back to town she knew
Her fam'ly said, "We never have produced your kind."
There was no place to go and nothing left to do
But after mournful agony she came to find
Satanic powers very evil she would rue
She met the incubi in wooded forest glen
Although she knew it was an awful, grievous sin


Her soul and body raped by evil forces bold
Instilled in her the seeds of their foul awful pow'r
That grew more potent as she grew extremely old
Demolished, shattered self continued still to sour
Her sterile body, now quite barren, grew ice cold
A vile vexatious tongue lashed out at all each hour
Thus she became a bitter venomous old hag
While dressed in filthy clothes; on head, a dirty rag


She met a fine genteel young man, so good and kind
A person reaching out to all in charity
Attempted making better lives where he could find
He wanted human folk achieving parity
However, he had never met an evil mind
The succubus seduced his soul with clarity
 She crippled psyche; took his cash, his bonds and stocks
 Her languid lips convinced him caged; no keys for locks


Then when the moon was full one night, she murdered him
Around his vile demise all sorts of tales arose
She had dismembered rigid corpse each limb by limb
Disposed so very well of ugly bloody clothes
The whole ordeal had been a gratifying whim
Upon his naked body set a blood red rose
His corpse was never found; base tales do not abate
Today she suffers vile result of cruel fate


Details | Free verse | |

Depression

Depression

3 o’clock in the morning…
The sounds of bed frames hitting drywall,
The sounds of Chopin and Coltrane played
With a hint of sadness in tone.
Sounds of whores and pimps arguing;
“Where is the money, you whore?!”
“I don’t have the money!”
A sound of a slap to the face
A big hand crushing bone,
Blood everywhere
Red streaks on white walls.
The sound of drunks walking gloomy streets,
Police and ambulance rush down burned out streets
Sirens wailing, crying out!

A child, six years old
Crying, “Momma! Momma!”
Shedding tears over his dying mother, lost her soul to the
Crack pipe.
Rest In Peace.
A sound of a .357 magnum revolver click
And a gunshot shakes the nerves of many,
And for a moment the sweet and peaceful silence.

“Dispatch, suicide on 46th street Hollywood Boulevard, Send the Corner. Over.”
Then the darkness sails over
And the entire cities are showered with tears from the heavens,
But no one weeps,
Not a single soul…

-10/2/13-


Details | Limerick | |

Vladimir King Kong

Hammer Sickle Ding Dong,
Vladimir Putin thinks he’s King Kong.
He conquered Crimea in a day.
Obama said: “What The Hey!
Doesn’t Vlad know that’s just plain wrong?”


Details | Rhyme | |

America Is Being DESTROYED From Within

 

As sin and perversion often become integrated… So many lives and families are being “disintegrated.” Many are being driven by sin’s temptation force… It’s no wonder much of this country is way “off course.” The morality and values that once made a great nation. Are evaporating…. Leading to a “spiritual separation.” Love, honor, and respect of God… Is often a “thing of the past.” Anything of God seems to be disappearing FAST! God is our only hope! And him alone! Only he can bring healing to our broken homes! He’s the answer to this wounded nation, that bleeds! It’s only God that can meet all of our needs! He’s our provider… The great: “I am!” Won’t you reach out to him? And give him your hand? Why not give him a chance? And allow him in? A brand new life for you… Is waiting to begin! May we allow God’s holiness and love to reach down into our hearts… Asking; “Lord please forgive our sins!” Is a good place to start! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Something is in the House

She is paranoid. Every evening during dinner, she asks her husband, “Is someone coming to get me?" Consoling her, “Of course not dear, you ask me this every night. And, no one has come, have they?" Still not easing the pain, she asks her husband “Is someone on their way?” He is beginning to get annoyed, "No, has not happened yet." He replies.

During the day while her husband is at work, she sits by the kitchen window – scanning the back deck and the front door. She knows they are coming for her. It makes her skin crawl just to ponder. However, she knows something he does not. It is not a human she is worried about, it is her vivid dreams of the spirits she fears. She dreams about them at night and senses them during the day. Surrounding every move she makes – she feels them to the core. Deciding to confront her husband, she explains of her fears. Please listen, "I have dreams of evil spirits. That is what I am afraid of."  Irritated, he tells her, "That is ridiculous. You just have too much time to spare." 

The next day she goes to the Golden Eye to buy some security. She tells the owner of her dilemma and that her husband does not believe. "Bay leaves," he tells her to buy. "It wards off evil spirits." He tells her to lay them under their mattress and that will take care of her fright. When she arrives home, she quickly opens the bottle. The smell is pungent in the air. She tugs at the mattress and spreads the green, thick, leaves about. Her husband comes home and asks, “What did you do today?”  Reluctantly, she had nothing to say. 

It was time for bed, relieved she thought she had found the resolution. She has sweet dreams and sleeps fairly well. However, when she awakens, she turns to her husband who is not there - only his clothes remain. She searches the house; he cannot be found and his car is still parked in the garage. “Oh no!” She screams as she returns to their room and lifts his part of the bed. Sobbing, she forgot to lay the bay leaves under his side of the mattress! He should have listened to her the first time; it was not all in her mind. This time they stole HIS soul. Are they coming back for hers?

©Holly P. Moore
   November 2012


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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.


Details | Free verse | |

Peace

How queer the color of viscera
squarely foreign in my breast
To be the butcher and grim and goddess
All in one
Leaves identity succinct
Or identifies succinctness
If it has been
Then so it was always before

Therein is 'Peace'
Reposed and eyes rolling
Great, vacant saucers on vertiginous axis
She is quite the swollen beast
And on all fronts, she is terrible
If only you'll watch you may notice her growth
A malignant sort
An unwelcome appendage
I'd dash it out but I've already gone
Too pale and dogged in life to succumb
I curse her tenacity

She has a sister, I think
Or maybe a child
A child who lives down deep in my chest
A child who shrieks and tears down the walls
Perhaps she dislikes their pattern


Details | Free verse | |

What did I do to deserve this

What I do to deserve this heartbreak,
this horrid and unnatural pain,
this cleche of events that strike me simultaneously
as the time ticks away,
and as the grinning faces pierce a whole through my soul
and my heart turns pale and slowly beats.
My heart is torn in two,
and I cannot find the doctors to stich me up.
I ask an old man,
how does love go about,
he smaked me in the face and went on.
The pain and the sorrow,
it is too much to feel,
too much to gain in one serving,
When I eat, I taste posion, not passion,
familiar faces turn grey, with ruby eyes and sharp fangs
they hiss at me, like a cat to a mouse.
I don't understand why I deserve this.
I am a good man,
who loves with open arms and a big heart.
With every hug I give,
I recieve a knife of betrayal in my back,
I feel the blood ooze from my open wounds,
suicidal tendencies roll through my mine,
but I quickly throw them out,
because Mama didn't raise no coward.
I see the blow, I clench my fists
and swing away,
God cries wanting to stop this madness,
Death laughs and soon joins in,
people join in and punch away.
I lay there on the concret blood everywhere,
my heart torn out of my chest,
each with a thousand knives stabbed in it,
as it slowly beats,
I lay their on the pavement,
looking up to the heavenly skies,
and as it starts to rain droplets of hope
I ask myself,
What did I do to deserve this?
Then, I shall close my eyes
and rest for awhile.

-9/23/13-

Inspired by all the betrayal and heartbreak I've faced, by so many cowards who didn't want to recieve my love. People I had thought who were my friends, came with invitations of humiliation and hate, and now I see who my real friends are; this pen and paper... Have a good day.
P.S. No one should ever be shown this much betrayal and heartbreak. I wouldn't even wish it on my worst enemy. Have a good day!


Details | Free verse | |

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.....


Details | Free verse | |

But with the evil, came the good

All turned down to the worst
as the children lost innocence,
as the bums drank their last breath away,
as the man eating sharks finding their way,
to the over-crowded sandy beaches,
as the man turn to the woman
and gave her a slap across the face,
as the thef steals in the night,
as the coward goes behind his loved ones' backs,
as the oil lanterns spill over and burn the bridges
to salvation and paradise.
Something always happens to the good guy,
a knife in the back in the midst of dawn,
his woman leaving with another man,
he dying slowly of cancer,
or suffering from intoxication of the blood.
Poison. Poison, ravages his body,
oh, how could God let such things happen
to such a good man?
His life work, his social life, his nirvana
all destroied, burned away, turned to dust.

But with the evil, came the good.
Yes with time and time again
repeating itself in a circle of time,
across the crossed faces,
as blue eyed Death smiles
and as the girls grin,
Everything came into place,
Anyway with evil, came the good.
Indeed it had came right to his front doorstep.


Details | Free verse | |

Burn Away

BURN AWAY

We have all lost our way
To see starlight gazers
And men with broken hearts,
Seeking love in all of the wrong places;
Vacant lots, where women all looking for something,
But not quite knowing what they look for.
We have all lost our way.

The only hope of humanity
Is the shining sun
That breaks through the blinds of my window,
And the faint memory of me and her
Lying on our backs in a grassy meadow,
Holding hands
Looked up and counted stars.

Cities burn away,
Sky, stars, moon, sun all burn away;
The grassy meadow
Where we once lay, all burns away
Everything burns away,
Memory and desire and love all burn away
With the snap of a finger, and a new man
In her own life,
And I burn away.

A picture of her hung high and praised,
A picture of me, in a dark box
That collects dust, in some lonesome
And dusty, cobweb infested attic.
And I burn away with a new day.
I burn away.

A nightmare that I can’t awake from,
It is endless and repeats
When thoughts of her are all over my mind,
I cannot take such nightmarish reality
Too see her and smile,
And she walks away without a trace
Of ever returning.
And I cry,
And I burn away,
The tears wash the fire away,
And turn me to ash,
The wind picks me up and takes me away.

And for one peaceful moment,
I do not cry,
I do not burn away.
For a moment I am happy
And I smile,
And go away for a while
And let them all sleep in peace.

-10/2/2013-


Details | Rhyme | |

I Knew Someone Who Wanted to End It All

I Knew Someone Who Was Ready to “End It All!” I knew of someone who just wanted “to end it.” Giving up on life, and did not want to “defend it.” It was a heart wrenching and difficult situation. He said what he wanted to, with no explanation! I could see his face and the sad look in his eyes! What he was going to do next, was anyone’s surprise. He turned to drugs and encountered addictions. With this brought much disease and afflictions! He gave up on the wonderful family that was given. And turned to a pretty wild and crazy way of livin’! I told him about a God who loves him very deeply. As he listened, he began to grow restless and weary. I reached for his hand and began to pray for God’s power! It was a miracle! The blood of Jesus changed him that hour! The spirit of God brought healing and hope to his body! He was so excited! He rushed out to tell everybody! The “end” that he wanted, seemed to just fade away! For the son of the living God, changed him this day! The glory of God, and the power of Jesus’ resurrection… Changed him! And got him going in a NEW direction! He’s so thankful for the blood of Christ’ atonement! And is a different person now, because of that moment! This same Jesus loves and can do the same for YOU! Through the problems of life… He will see you through! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Couplet | |

You Almost Fit

You almost fit with harmony,
But almost would be the death of me,
You came real close to complimenting my space,
But real close would leave me in an empty place,
The puzzle piece I can no longer wedge,
I made my vow and said my pledge,
Later on deep regret would follow,
And once again I'd become hollow,
You almost fit with ecstasy,
But almost would be the death of me.

By: Sabina Nicole


Details | Free verse | |

your perfection

You moulded me to your perfection then bounced me around the room 
to show ownership of me to your friends

So I purred and smiled and batted my eyes

Acted asthough I enjoyed it

I loved all of them the way you taught me 
So you were pleased for a while
For a while I was safe

You bent me out of shape and pushed me as far as I could take
So I tried to smile and bat my eyes but I couldn't help but cry 
It made you happy for a while

These chains swing and hurt my wrists as they break and cut my veins

I'm lying here alone unclaimed
I wish to feel the hurt again 
I want the tears upon my face
The cold gleam in your eye
I need you to be happy for a while

The darkness stinks, I'm in disgrace all used up a broken face
Bones are broken beneath the skin
I love your smile you've such a grin
Now at least your happy again


Details | Ballade | |

Guilt and hurt

Guilt and hurt

I’ve heard folk speak of hurting
And I’ve had my share of this
I’ve had my share of loving
I’ve had my share of bliss
But me, I know for sure, my friends
That the grossest of all things
{The mother of the monster clan}
That life can to you bring….

Is guilt, I say without a doubt
It’s the deepest kind of pain
Hurt gets nicely tucked away
But you can try in vain
To remove the guilt that you’ve accrued
It’s like a red hot knife
Just when you think it’s gone away
It’s there to give you strife.

I have suffered deep, deep hurt
That’s suffocated me
But guilt just like a mountain
That over towers the trees
He over towers all life’s pain
And reaches to the sky
No matter how you charge at him
That beast will never die.

25 July 2013 @ 1207hrs.


Details | Romanticism | |

Hearts burnt out

The Hearts burnt out
with dying falls and cold, bone chilling winters.
(Love is gone for the fall and winter)
Just me, I stay alone
who walks the slushed streets and I sleep in the dirt grimmed gutters.
The hearts burnt out, but still a hint of love lingers
in the cold evenings of the winter falls.

The cold December nights are always the loneliest time
for a man to live alone in the dirty gutters of the ghettos.
And as the loyalists come marching down the cobblestone streets,
every heart with turn and fear.
The ones that do not go far, shall parish in eternal hell.
For the hearts are burnt out,
like the lamplights on the night of Kristallnacht.
The Jews of Malta, create fornication
and the hearts of the prostitutes hide with bruses and broken blood vessels,
on their faces and hands,
and they will hurry away to the dark shadows of lone alleyways
with hearts skipping beats, and hearts slowly burning out.


Details | Free verse | |

Songs of Sorrowed Hearts

What makes this world go around?
What makes Death walk the Earth
and God sit on his throne and watch over us?
What makes love go around with such favour
and strut along side lonesome avenues?
What does a widow, a motherless child, a Vietnam veteran
and a boy who has had his fare share of heartbreaks,
all have in common with each other?

They were all promised a beautiful life,
free for all to love, free from the pain of betrayal
and anger.
We are what make the world go around,
I am the poet who sits and looks at love walk down the street,
and watch the blind eyes stare deep in my soul.
I am the poet, that feels the pain of a heart torn in two.
He his the poet who writes of smiles, to forget the frowns
and tears.
She is the poetress that writes of her success,
in order to forget her past that tortured her soul,
now he and she walk together writing poetry
sharing their love and smiles with the world.
But with smiles, also comes frowns,
with hearts full of love, comes hearts full of sorrow,
and someone has to stay behind and write of the bad
has to write and compose the songs of the sorrowed hearts.

We are all given love,
but it takes some whole lives to understand
the dark mystery that tags along with beautiful love.
Someone has to suffer the pain,
someone has to sacrifice his or her happiness,
so another poet can feel the beauty in happiness and pain.
I am willing to sacrifice my time and heart,
for my fellow poet to feel the smiles grow on their faces
and feel love uplift their heart,
while the black cancer tears apart mine.
I will go on, with what is left of my heart and smile,
and go into my room of creativity
and compose the songs of sorrowed hearts
for future poets, like that came before me.


Details | Romanticism | |

Free me

Free me, I say free me
from the enternal damnation
of her death grip.
(I have no use, for love with her)
She does not know me,
She does not love me,
For if she would love me,
I'd love her back.

Come now, someone free me,
free me from the eternal hatred
that has grown between us.
I cannot take this torture anymore.
(My heart grows weak, my heart grows weak... I can't breath,
  I can't breath. She is crushing my windpipe! HELP ME!)

Listen I do not love you,
My heart belongs to someone else.
Someone who understands the pain I face.
I cannot love you, and will not love you, for my heart does not belong to you.

I pray to everything that is holy in this Godly, green Earth
Free me, free me!!
I say free me from this eternal torment and execute this monster!
(For my heart belongs to someone else.)


Details | Rhyme | |

Heartbreak hotel

Heartbreak hotel

There’s a little place I know
Where heartbreak people go
You can stay there for just thirty bucks a day
There people down on luck
They be treated like they’re muck
It’s not the place where winners choose to stay.

The man who runs this place
Ain’t no smile upon his face
He’s just out to make a lot of money
And the guys that work for him
Their faces all set grim
They make sure that this lodge don’t seem too sunny

They kick folk all around
Tread their faces in the ground
They have no pity in their hearts so cold
The head man he’s like Hitler
His manner very bitter
He has no guts, and yet he acts so bold

If you’re ever down on luck
And you’re very short on bucks
Avoid this place its owner calls a lodge
You’d best sleep on the streets
Laid out on those wooden seats
But this heartbreak hotel it’s best to dodge.


Details | Free verse | |

The Tidal Wave

The Tidal Wave

I saw a tidal wave come in,
Raging winds and fierce water
Rushed,
Took the houses, cars, trees,
Street signs, park benches,
Pictures of loved ones
(Poor baby Louie, 3 years old washed away)
And along with all the power
It tore my heart out of my cage
And swept it out to the 
Endless seas,
And the great white sharks
Have their way with my heart.

Now bleeding and dying,
Pain follows me,
And I close my eyes,
And wish it all to be done.
Pray for me, I want pain no more.
See tears fall from the corners of my eyes,
As I breathe in and feel no heartbeat.
And they all look at me,
Faces of nomads and they snicker
At me,
I hang my head and cry tears,
But the tears were washed
Away in the tidal wave,
So I sit there,
Eyes closed
And I sleep the night away.

-10/2/2013-


Details | Ballade | |

The sleaze

The Sleaze

Young man born with grace and charm
And looks to woo the dames
With glib, smooth tongue he cons them all
To him it’s just a game.
He rips so many hearts apart
And he brags about his life
Even though he has a wife
His lust still causes strife

And on, he goes, and on, and on
He can’t control himself
He thinks that all these one night stands
Contain a heap of wealth.
Divorce and marriage, same again
And there right at the end
That smoothy finds his world falls down
And he’s running out of friends.

For then his friends they trust him not
And the women learn his tricks
Then he grows bald, and dull, and old
A stale old cranky Git
As loneliness eats into him
He needs folk very much.
Our sleaze be paying all his dues
He’s caught in karma’s touch.

April 2004


Details | Rhyme | |

Curse of a Princess

Fairytales,
and butterflies,
in this story,
we begin with lies,
promises,
we never kept,
I should have held on tighter,
when you wept,
small mistakes,
on both our parts,
added up,
to shred our hearts,
creeping shadows,
behind the flowers,
in what we thought,
were our finest hours,
talking grass,
crystal snow,
in our lie of love,
a hidden foe,
the evil witch,
her claws aimed to kill,
t'was she who pushed you,
down the hill,
a broken crown,
a forgotten well,
to live without you,
was her spell,
an evil curse,
she cast in spite,
although we loved, 
with all our might,
kept apart,
by what was said,
in regret,
our hearts bled,
watch from afar,
speak in vein,
a curse taken course,
inflicted pain,
and so it began,
with love and lies,
our fairytale ends,
and we both die...


Details | Sonnet | |

THIS FEAR

LORD! We will be blessed with a heaven,
Where fountains of milk and honey will run!
Where no pain and tears will darken!
Where on desire, everything will be won!
Only around pleasure and beauty, but fear none!
Forever on, will dwell there immortally, yes unforgotten!
O Lord, but, I should adore this framed heaven,
These captive minds overlook a blessing; it’s a notion,                  
Ah this another life will free the soul from this dreading ocean, 
Where Fright of loss of a beloved won’t haunt me like a demon,
Where night won’t terrorize my soul of any misfortune,
Oh yes there would my soul rest with no fear frozen,
Will wear a smile when this disquieting concern will be abandon,
I say only this peace of heaven will make my heaven …heaven


Details | Rhyme | |

Elves of the Reaper

I awoke this morning
To a brand new day
The sun was shining
Neighbourhood children played
 
Then i heard on the news
That made my hair stand on end
The Reapers elves
To our world they descend
 
Dressed in black
These creatures of death
To take earths life
It's very last breath
 
With them he marches
Dictating who dies
Enrolling the weak
As he casts his eyes
 
First Toronto and Buffalo
Near these beautiful falls
Cities, towns and villages
In darken deathly maul
 
They reach Albany
Near route 87
Many people are praying
As they look towards heaven
 
They are now in their thousands
As they walk with the dead
The discarded are left
In bloodied stained shreds
 
Our countries are in cry
For a saviour so strong
To turn this dark evil to right
Cast them out, to where they came from
 
Semaj is summoned
Once again
From his Kingdom in the Highlands
Master of, the Mountains and Glens
 
With Etto his droid
New York they reach
To call up the followers
In world wide preach
 
He summons the Knights
And hero's of old
To rise for the right
And join his fold
 
In Churches and Cathedrals
All throughout our nations
Burial vaults are opening
Civilisations salvation
 
Even the gargoyles
Leave their resting places
To join the fold
Their faces now grace us
 
To the North of New York
The old and the new stand
To rid this evil
From our righteous free lands
 
The Reaper cries
Hell is for hero's
As King Richard replies
Hell is for zero's
 
Both armies clash
In bloodied spoil
But there's no spill of red
On this free countries soil
 
Where all around
Lie fallen elves
The Reaper on his knees
For this is where he fell
 
Semaj stands over
This evil of the dark
With his claymore he strikes
We are now worlds apart
 
The clean up begins
As they are gathered en-mass
With the divine waters
This evil has passed
 
The very next day
All the old hero's have returned
To their place of rest
For on this day they have earned
 
Nations stood together
To fight all evil, as one
The corner has been turned
A new world has begun




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy-10.php


Details | Imagism | |

Vivid Description Feb 23 2011

Sometimes I question what happened that night,
did I deserve everything he did to me.
I ask myself that question over and over again,
the answer I never did recieve.

I opened the door without hesitation,
and instantly my body froze with fear.
My mind wnet blank and I couldn't move,
my heartbeat was all I could hear.

There he was starring me in the face,
with his hands around my neck.
With a half crocked smile and evil in his eyes,
that was the moment my life became a wreck.

Tears filled my eyes with a lump in my throat,
honestly I didn't know what to do.
I wanted to scream but the words wouldn't come out,
I tried to prepare myself for what I was going to suffer through.

Holding me down with his hands still around my neck,
which was slowly killing me inside.  
I remember thinking that I wanted to die, 
to crawl into a hole and hide.

For hours I had to suffer through,
his payback, his torture and the pain.
I lost myself that October night,
only pieces of me remain.

Finally it stopped and he let go of my neck,
he had an evil smirck on his face.
He was looking down at me bawled up on the floor,
he said, "How do you like being put in your place?"


Details | Romanticism | |

Crying the lonely night away

My heart aches with pain,
As I watch you walk hand and hand,
with him, the man who stole you
away from me without remorse.

See no one comes for me.
No one cares if I ever fall in love,
but it was kind of me;
to build their esteems up and put their hearts
back together;
So they could go out and love again.
I hear silence as they walk away hand and hand.
No, "Thank you", nothing but pure silence.
See love is a game and I always lose
my hand, when I bet all in.
I get kicked to the curb, as he takes my love
away from me.
I can't handle the pain my heart sheds for my love.

I see them go, sit on sandy beaches and give each other
kisses on each other's lips.
Their smiles kill me,
I can hear my heart tear in two,
as a single tear rolls down my cheek;
I cannot handle to hear the broken strings
of guitars being strummed away,
for I can't hear the sweet music it produces.
I am tired, weak, and weary and wanting to turn a blind eye,
as they walk on by with happy smiles,
but I am forced to do nothing,
but stare as the simple life walks on by,
and gives me a smile.

Feelings of saddened emotions,
cut me in two.
I can feel the rage build in my heart.
As my red blood turns from sweet honey,
too fiery, hot lava,
Flowing through my veins.
As I see my love go away,
without a trace of ever returning to me,
It kills me, too see this lonelieness
come my way and sit and watch at bay,
as sanity leaves me in a hand basket.

Love leaves me, and says, "Goodbye,"
as she pulls away from the beautiful rose garden,
that is my heart.
My thorns did not protect the peddles of my ruby hearted rose,
as my love took her clippers and cut me away.
And the mud, dirt and rain swallowed me
and suffocated me, till I was asleep.
Then she went with him, went hand and hand.

I awoke gasping for air,
seeing nothing but black,
and her, with him.
They walking away, hand and hand, kissing, and laughing.
I was blind, and I closed my eyes for awhile,
as my tears forced themselves out of my sorrowed soul,
and I sat there crying the midnight dawn away.


Details | I do not know? | |

They Say

They say it did not happen 
That we did not really see 
The horror's and the sadness
That the Holocaust would be 
They say it's just not true 
That there was never any plan
To kill every boy and girl, woman and Jewish man
They say they were simply, casualties of a violent war 
But the proof is there for us to see 
In what they had in store 
There are pictures of the death camps 
Of the survivors thin and pale 
Of the ovens that were fired 
And the smell of death so stale 
In the mass graves that littered the land 
In the experiments that they documented so freely 
In the letters from loved ones, long gone 
In the asset's seized 
And to the victor went the spoils 
As the Jewish people died, staved and toiled 
In the concentration camps 
With names we should always keep in mind
Auschwitz
Belzec
Bergen-Belsen 
Buchanwald 
Chelmno 
Dachau 
Flossenburg 
Majdanek 
Mauthausen and Gusen 
Ravesbruk 
Sachsenhausen 
Sobibor 
and Treblinka 
Like letters of the alphabet 
Should be stored in memory for all time 
Yes, they try to say it was not real 
That it was all a lie 
That six million Jewish people did not really die 
But the simple truth lies waiting for the world to find 
So remember our history 
Pass it down your family line 
Our children now so far removed from these tragic times
Need to have reminders
To ensure that they don't develop blinders 
To the evil that filled the land 
And of the dictator Hitler with all his mass destruction plans
Yes, it did happen 
No matter what they do or say 
History can never be erased 
As long as we remember it that way 
So for all the lives and families that the Holocaust destroyed 
We must continue to remember the suffering and the pain 
So we can be prepared should such evil call on us again 
Lest we forget 
And others will die 
As evil is the only thing that could tell such a lie!


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Gangs of New York

Is evil bad?
Not from its line of sight.
If you look thru their eyes, darkness is the light.
Knowledge is power, but power is greedy.
Once ultamite has been tasted the desire to control takes over.
But darkness is not understood...
It lures with promises of grandure then rips away that which makes you happy?
So one thinks... 
Is evil just the loss of the power to be happy?
For we all know evil and darkness do not bring happiness,
it only burdens us with the stress of the knowledge it provides.
For once you've seen you can't deny.
So then I ask...
Is ignorance the true path to happiness?
For the more we stuggle to understand the less we grasp the purity of true 
innocence.... 


**I wrote this after watching "Gangs of New York"


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Was Evil Created by God...?

Challenged with this university question,
One researched Truth's 'whole confession.'

How many, to such a question, might dare say yes;
If God created evil then He is evil, one might guess.

But, then, one student did profoundly asked:
"Tell me professor, does cold exist to last...?"

The professor replied, "Of course it exists."
What was this brassy student's logic, or gist?

Amazingly, the bold student retorted, "That's not true."
"With laws of physics, cold is the absence of heat (for you)."

All can succumb to a proven study, as energy will transmit.
Cold does not exist; the word only describes how we feel, to fit. 

The calm student continued, "Sir, does darkness exist?"
The confident professor retorted, "Of course it does."

The student replied, "Again, Sir, that's not right;
Darkness is actually the absence of the Light."

Newton 's prism is used to break light into colours of aura.
Wavelengths cannot measure an unilluminated area.

The light's ray can break a world of darkness, illuminating it.
Darkness is termed to describe the absence of light, present.

Finally the youth asked, "Sir, does evil exist?"
A bit unsure the man said, "Of course (not wanting to resist)."

At last the youth replied, "Evil does not exist Sir (neath God's rod)."
Evil does not exist 'unto itself,' it is simply the absence of God." 

"God did not create evil, He created beings with free-choice."
The youth was Albert Einstein; I am 'only relating his voice.'


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Reunited At Paradise Gate

Reunited At Paradise Gate


Hands of leather hold crying child
gentle touch, soothing , O' so mild
Widowed mother , hard life going past
food and water gone, can not last

War and famine take a heavy toll
on frail mother and very young soul
Flown past are the blasts of guns
fields rot with so many dead sons 

Hands of leather losing tender grip
another soul sent on heavenly trip
Crying child sleeps in peaceful calm
no more murders, bullets and bombs

Two hearts reunite at Paradise gate
early demise , victims of wartime fate!

Robert J. Lindley, 08-11-2014


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War Against Evil

The aweful thoughts of evil are within thee
They are like a pantheon
The door is locked and I chamber the key
Weapons of mass destruction upon

Come and take this anger from me
It'll change the road I'm on
School kids on a killing spree
We need the war against evil won

Evil is temptation you see
Its begining and end, foregone
Take the good road of esprit
And the war against evil withdrawn

~War is evil
~The only one who can defeat evil, is the one looking in the mirror

~Leonard Napierskie


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1937

Madrid it is a hot and sad place.
Filled once with music and pretty women
now filled with bombs blasting on street corners
and old women hovering over their dead husbands.
Madrid was once a place of love and culture.
Love was full through every hotel lobby
to every small cafe, love was all around.
Now, nothing but abandoded buildings
inhabited by rats and broken dreams.
The hotel lobbies once home to rich folk in tuxedos
drinking expensive champagne and dancing,
now filled with young boys bleeding from bullet wounds
and burn't to the bone.
Madrid once a home to life
now a home to death and war.
Fellow Spaniard fighting fellow Spaniard
in a Civil War between life and greed.
Life was all good and well
till 1937 came around.


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Misery Laid Upon Softly Kindled Pine

Misery Laid Upon Soft Kindled Pine

The great Judge marks this hour at noon
 bright was this day in month of June
A kinship richly felt with wooded glen
 saddened by the evil in hearts of men

A fierce battle for land was fought
 death reigned supreme all for naught
Blood splashed upon the limbs and leaves
 sorrow grips as each family grieves

Dead feel not the heat of burning Sun
 no real glory felt by those that won 
Misery laid upon softly kindled pine
 vultures fly waiting to come to dine 

The carnage shook the stars on high
 time not given from sweet good-byes
An unwelcome breeze stings this land
 all for naught, but evil in death's hand

The great Judge marks this day of pain
 as tears fall ,victims lay in dashing rain
A new day awaits the glory of hope sent
 forgiveness for the wasted lives spent

June birds now flitter, renewing song
 lives so saddened move right on along
Human spirit always racing to survive
 rarely embracing joy of just being alive

Returning Sun shines upon life and all
 man's fate is to live then greatly fall
Other journeys await in mystical realms
 so many great ships, captains and helms

R.J. Lindley
09, 15, 1977

note: I have little memory of why I wrote this one
 back then. Perhaps a book I read, movie I watched 
or blues that wrapped me so often during that time.


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A Fool's Dream

I dream
I dream of life away from this cage
A life free of pain
Free of shackles 
Free of chains 
The more I struggle the more the noose tightens
Is it my fate to die like this?
Like an animal?
I can hear his footsteps in a distant
Heavy and rough
His laugh cold, my tormentor...
I fight him no more
Is it my fate to die like this?
His whip breaks my spirit
His knife stabs my soul
My tormentor
My monster
Will I be free of this hell?
Will I dance with the stars?
Sing with the moon?
Find love…
But it is just a fantasy
A fool’s dream
I will die like this
An old memory
A cold night story
A shadow in the darkness
But I will not be alone
My tormentor, my monster
His eyes, a mirror to my hell
I will die like this
Forgotten…but not alone


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THE INVISIBLE

(An unanswerableQuestion)
Dedicated to those who have been suffering from fits in my Country

Invisible, bound to dwell in a separate dim world of strange things, 
Why possess human beings transforming them into ghosts and prisons 
Where Strange games of fits, deliquium, howling images of black cats 
And owls daily govern exposing to hallucinations, nakedness and death?

Dla, November 17, 2014
Jaafar Sadig el Waad


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The heart and mind of a souless man

The heart and mind of a souless man,
is a coward and a pety thef,
who steals love from others
to feel satisfied.
And even in the end,
they're still not satisfied.


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Heartless

In the woods wonders a fool, 
He walks along a sorrowful path.
His soul has fallen beneath the rule
of a vengeful woman’s wrath.

He begs forgiveness from the dark, 
For that is all who can hear his cries. 
Even his shadow refuses to hark, 
as the tears flow from his eyes. 

With his heart she stole the good, 
and crumbled it into the dirt. 
As he begged, broken he stood,
wishing for a way to stop the hurt.

No second chances, no more tries. 
She couldn’t forgive him once more
No amount of tears nor alibis, 
could wash away the bottles on the floor. 

He sipped past his final excuse,
He lost her love now once for all. 
Now he walks to a lonely noose, 
Haunted by the demons call. 

Love has turned her face away
the pain now takes control. 
There were no silver words to say, 
That could pay this poor fools toll. 

As he wanders deep and deeper
his sorrow is overthrown by rage. 
Now as he awaits the reaper,
his heart is stabbed within its cage. 

Addiction has poisoned and made him ill 
It’s blackened his heart and stolen his sight
His anger it boils and readies to kill, 
Demons have awoken in his heart tonight.

A transformation has taken place, 
tonight a monster has been born. 
An evil slithers across his face, 
flowing from where his heart was torn. 

In the woods awaits an angry fool, 
love has left him and he rots in pain. 
He hates the living like an evil ghoul, 
and death runs through his every vein. 

In the dark by damnation's gate
He sits alone and lingers. 
waiting for that woman’s fate
to fall into his fingers. 

He wants her to look into his eyes,
and fear what she has created. 
He wants to kiss her as she dies, 
and whisper why he’s waited. 

He wants his life to be rebuilt,
He wants the heart that she stole
He wants to be free of the guilt,
He wants to regain his soul. 




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Their Souls Departed

   She walks the streets
Of dim lit lights
The heart broken homeless woman
Lady of the night.
.
   The world was yours
Gold and pearls, a platinum life
Married to a silver spoon
You were once a rich mans wife.
.
   Your husband befriends the spirit king
A storm of abuse and alcohol rain
Now you run to spare your life
The only hope is to escape the pain.
.
   State to state with blackened heart
Into the night is where you sleep
Within the darkness led astray
Where lonesome lives and gutters weep.
.
   To your new home
No key no door
Emptiness squared
Of paper board.
~~~
   He walks in silence all alone
Seeking out divinity
Mile upon mile on worn out shoes
Through the streets of un-lit trees.
.
   Contrition holds his broken heart
Bound to earth by saddened love
His soul was taken within a glance
He is now the lonesome dove.
.
   Once a father, a husband, 
A man
A wonderful life
Of dreams and plans.
.
   Until that night in the car together
Unknownst the evil seed
A green light passed and through a yellow
The devil in drunken speed.
.
   A wreck to fell the family tree
Within the night of silence brings
A horrid vision imprinted the mind
Of a soulless man with broken wings.
~~~
    Even while life continues to shine
    There comes a girl of only nine
    Abandoned, alone to hope adored
    Mommy is gone to be a whore.
.
    This child walks in huddled arms
    Frightened to be where evil charms
    She finds a box to crawl inside
    Alone to live, alone to cry.
.
    While tears fall down upon her face
    A sound has startled her in her place
    Unbeknownst the box with broken tape
    This nine year old girl will now be rapped.
~~~
   Now as I sit
In the comforts of home
I knew none of these people
Or the streets they called home.
.
   I lived like most, in ignorance
To those poor and suffering lives
Never once did I adjust
A thought or even an eye.
.
  Yet on the set the news I stare
Police lights shine in heavy glare
Those unknown people, those broken hearted
Lie still in the night, their souls departed.

     BY: DARREN J McMURRAY
     Placid Poet


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Arch Angel of the Fallen

my wings have been burnt 
I fell from above bending my halo 
shattering the silence of reality 
and tarnishing my soul 
white turns to black as evil takes hold 
hang on for dear life as it ends for now 


I’m the archangel of the fallen 
queen of the damned goddess of the darkness 
tears fall down in streams of sorrow 
breaking the rhythm of heartbeats born tomorrow 
I’m the archangel of the fallen 
and your wishes for sin are my burden 

my eyes stare through your pain 
no more mysteries remain it’s all unleashed 
a fury raging from within addiction is a curse 
creeping from the past is a ghost of distaste 
screaming through the night to fight it 
the will to deter it doesn’t falter 
sobriety is my one and only answer 

I’m the archangel of the fallen 
queen of the damned goddess of the thoughtless
tears fall down in streams of sorrow 
breaking the rhythm of heartbeats born tomorrow 
I’m the archangel of the fallen 
and your wishes for sin are my burden 

darkness shrouds my past, mystery shrouds my future 
and living in the moment is all I have to offer 
the tattered remains of sanity cling with caution 
I’ve had one too many falls and failing is no option 
fading faster than the twilight is good verse evil 

the ruptured light reflects my face in the mirror 
disguising what I really am.. The archangel of the fallen


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"ME"

"ME"
Up and down...round and round.
Deep within my mind.
I search for the words....
I ...just cannot find.

My memories mix..
Like posters... on a billboard sign.
The colors soon fade...all to black and white.
By the evil hands of time.

How again?...
Must I find...
Love..?
To seal my 
heart....                                                                                                                    
Only mine.
Fit just like a glove.

No time I have to waste.
For the evil hands of time...
Move at...a very awesome pace.

I look inside the mirror...
It's looking straight back at me.
What is missing?
How I begin to easily see...
What I thought was my life...
Me!                                               
                                                               Written By: Gwen Jones
                                                               Friday, February 26, 2010
                                                              Georgetown, Louisiana


Details | Ballad | |

I Long For Yesterday

Yesterday all my troubles seemed so far away,
Now it looks as though they're here to stay.
I can't find light to brighten up my days,
I guess I'll just fall astray.
Suddenly I'm not all the man I used to be,
There's an evil shadow inside of me.
I can't seem to set all the problems free,
I guess my only option is turn back and flee.
Although I sit here and have this guilt,
I'm burning down the good I ever built.
The good times were an easy game to play,
I'm searching for a place to hide away.
I don't know why I have to run. 
I still can not say,
I've done everything wrong,
Now I long for yesterday.
Yesterday all my troubles seemed so far away,
Now it looks as though they're here stay.
Suddenly I'm not all the man I used to be,
There's an evil shadow inside of me.
The good times were an easy game to play,
I'm searching for a place to hide away.
I don't know why I have to run.  
I still can not say,
I've done everything wrong,
Now I long for yesterday.


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Rainbow of Love

The THUNDER and STORMS
have washed my EVIL LOVE away...
You were a man, EVIL and BAD
and our relationship was doomed for DESTRUCTION
GOD, decided to destroy it!!!!!!!
Only because, you would not change your ways
You were bad and not worthy of my love
And now, with my LOVE destroyed
I sit, in my ARK of pain
And I cry for 40 DAYS and 40 NIGHTS
My heart bleeding and in pain
Looking around for the DOVE of hope
And the PROMISE of future love
Looking for a RAINBOW in life!


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My dark friend

An evil falls within your bodyThat no one can see
A darkness that's meant for you and me 
Never in this world have I found a soulAs evil as dark as broken as mine
Hood up eyes darken your heart beats slower as you walk my way
A friend of mine you have changed
Every muscle in my body tells me to run Away 
My heart feels the painAs my soul watches its twin walking in 
Sliding down the wallUnable to do anything else
Breathing quicken as I feel you next to me
Eyes open to see evil itself in front of meA growl flows from the familiar places
Your breathe burns my neck in the best ways
Scared of what I see but I can't push you away 
I lean farther to the cornerAnd in the moment of my weakness 
You went in for the killYour body pushed against mine
Your teeth on my neckGrowling As I knew in any second my life could be through
Your teeth scrapping my neckAs you breath filled my ears and blow my hair
No where to run,not wanting to scream
Curling into my selfYou pull my arms away 
Pinned now Held by your power
The darkness covers me and I give up the fight
My Evil rises My demons once again walk
My resting place I have found, an understanding of the claimed now
Unleashed and untamed I look into your eyes
Only to find the light is gone,The humanity has fallen
Now I see everythingNo shield No glamor 
Blackness pours out of your eyes as if they were waterfalls
My mind tells me to be scared The light in my soul says to pray
Voices said that you were hear to make me learn 
To teach me the ways 
We are the two that our cursed
Smiles cross our faces I now no where I completely belong
Your hand reaches outI can't resistsThe peace the comfort 
I'm Home as I accept his hand and my life begins to fall away 
Now I understand that I am yours
I know who you are As the world passes us by
You pull me off the wall and lead me towards his victims 
Or are they our friendsLooking around they see nothing different 
My hand in his as we stand by there sides
A moment in time we shared A moment only we could see 
As if someone stopped the turn of this world 
I Urn for the feeling of our darkness
It whips away all the pain, It connects us in a ungodly way
Feening for this drug again, Sober scares us into the light
Stoned enables us to find the meaning of our life
You are my connection to what is ours
You are my darkness that pulls me back from the light
You are what reminded me of why I am here
We were meant to meet meant to invoke the powers we were giving
And save our selves from each other


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Today's night

As of today 
This dreary dark moonlight day
When only the evil lurks
It devastates
Why does this cool moon breeze petrify my face
With this smurk not that of pure smile
But of a silent evil and of a un-pure light 
That shine dark and vivid 


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Oh Syria

The Halal slaughterers used to come at dawn,
they came to kill the lambs,
they would cut their throats, in the shape of a smile.

The slaughterers came at dawn,
and they killed the kids,
they cut their throats in the shape of a smile.

Did they smile as they did the deed?
Are they still smiling now?
What kind of man, and what kind of creed,
can contemplate this, and how?

Where are the teachings of their God?
What are their true beliefs?
Are they truly righteous folks?
Or are they merely, thieves?

Who hide behind a chosen creed,
and say they are God's men,
I say they lie, I say they heed,
cruel, and evil orders, then,

unleash their ignorance on those they see,
as enemies of their master,
an ugly, murderous mess ensues,
for the many innocents, disaster.

And here in our 'nice' democracies,
we sit and watch on our TVs
as evil flaunts its wicked grin,
and thousands commit the most wicked sin,

and again we do not lift a finger,
the bad tastes from other wars still linger,
we wait to see what will unfold,
too late for those who'll never grow old!


Details | Couplet | |

Demons Below

go ahead with the the lies coming out of your mouth when you know that in the end the truth all comes out. everytime you go to bed, the demons awaken your soul to torcher and tear away what's left of your control. they'll tear you apart, don't underestimate the power of the dead when they just began to start. for each sin you've made comes another demon on the way. just remember there's no good in the world anymore, so there's no point in trying to lock your door. evil spelled backwards is live so evil is what we live for. don't try and deny it because if you really think about it anyone can defy it.


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Spoken

Spoken!


Are we meant to walk a tight straight line,
Wouldn’t that be saying to walk like the blind.
How will the hollow be treated in the end,
The two edge sword is being used for family and friend.
A crooked smile is hard to bend right,
The strong is most needy when using their might.
Unconscious wisdom spoken to bring down to the top,
A cliff is extended in sight of the short stop.
Wrongful delight can’t teach a child confusion,
But a picture made by evil hands gives a right way illusion.
Falling short to the tall brings along a silent bed,
Hot air in a head makes no stop air blown on hot makes stop while ahead.
Carving your pumpkin with heart out of chest,
To take a heart out of evil empty chest is best.
Cut off your left if it hinders your right,
Close your eyes to see dark to realize whose light!

Ashley Hogan AH


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The black lake

There exists a lake, both deep and black as the darkest night, 
Its surface reflects not a beam but captures all life’s light,
As still as death and not a ripple mars its glassy top,
Nothing moves upon its shores to disturb a single drop,

In the lake there lays a keep, rising up straight and tall
It reaches up like an arm of black, making you feel so small
Its sides are smooth like the finest glass no purchase can be found
All that tries to climb its walls falls quickly to the ground
It stares forth with tall windows like thin cuts through galactic space
Its mouth a soaring gothic arch with stony stairs completes its evil face

Within the walls of the bastion of darkness and cold 
Lives something truly evil and ugly to behold
It is twisted and warped into impossibly ugly shapes 
Enjoying the misery caused by others mistakes

Regally enthroned in the highest tower of the keep
It feeds on the sounds people make when they weep
It finds sustenance in the pain and suffering of all
Thus it loves nothing better than when innocents fall
Hidden and protected by its black towering walls
It sharpens it hatred into surgeon like tools

To call such thing as this, alive, would be a terrible joke indeed
It survives, it sustains and it breaths, but alive it can never be
It died some time long ago, when it gave into the dark
Its very existence now revolves around the souls that it can mark
 
This thing was not always so dark and shrouded in black
It was once a being bright with light on a righteous track
But unceasing torture and endless hurt drove this thing insane
It change from bright to darkest night as it learn to like the pain
Now it blocks out its past and its once bright and joyful start
And all the remains its hurt and pain in my broken and twisted heart.


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Send The Troops Home

A necessary evil in this world is war, that is for sure,
It's necessary to use force, so human dignity and rights may endure.
What's evil is all the blood money lining top government pockets,
So many innocent people are dying and only government can stop it.

Who really knows how much money they intend to make,
How much money is worth all those innocent lives that are at stake?
How much longer is the United States going to justify staying in Iraq,
My personal opinion is oil is less important than dying soldiers under attack !

Saddam is in jail, a new government is now in place there,
Now leave them alone !
It's time to get more help for Katrina victims,
SEND THE TROOPS HOME !


Details | Free verse | |

Sibyl Vane

The proverbial victim immortalized forever
Seeing Prince Charming when you gazed into his eyes, but, beyond your 
delusion stood Satan himself fantasizing about how he was to devour your flesh.
Sibyl's true love for Dorian did not see deceit's nasty warnings.
Narcissistic Dorian could not be abated.
The torment of others didn't reach his conscience.
He craved only masturbation material for his wicked ego.
His evil heart overpowered all. 
His sinister desires are all that ruminated through his diabolical mind

Loving Dorian only left Sibyl starving.
His heart was not capable of returning the undying devotion she felt for him.
He was no man.
Only a hollow shell, pretending to feel love while concealing his laughter for his 
unsuspecting prey.
Loving Dorian only killed you.
He compromised your integrity
Stole your innocence 
Taking from you what you could never retrieve
Just because he could 

But, don't worry your pretty little head, Sibyl.
You will never be forgotten.
Especially by Sir Dorian Gray
Though I imagine that he would give anything to have a moment of peace from 
the horrifying images of your tragic ending, for all eternity his thoughts will be 
haunted by images of your ruby red blood, desperate cries and the contortion of 
your dying body. 
Sometimes he will think it is just a nightmare, but this is something from which 
he will never wake.
He will pray for an ending to his torment, but his wish will never be granted.

Though ultimately Sibyl, you took your own life there is blood dripping from 
Dorian's claws.
Evil must be punished like everyone else and that is the embodiment of Dorian 
Gray's icy heart.
Now Dorian must cloak his own sins.
His evil soul destroyed himself and all those who had the misfortune to love him.
Though he salivated at the thought of his next conquest, time and time again, 
Dorian's self hatred and inner demons engulfed him until he plunged into his 
darkened abyss from which he will never escape.
His most unfortunate transgression of all was choosing to live a superficial 
existence, choosing eternal youth and beauty over true love.
Sybil Vane was the only woman whose love was pure enough to rescue him.
Dorian will forever be tormented knowing that he obliterated his guardian angel, 
the only one that could have saved him - from himself.


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sad to say

I fill for the parents as they dry there tears,
another husband,boyfriend, or offender ended young years,
every day a father holds a mother as she cries for they lost a child,
another day searching for the missing covering miles,

Welcome to the world out side,
no where is safe and there is no where to hide,
you teach them, tell them all that is evil and wrong,
now you sit trying to find the right funeral service song,
you as parents did nothing wrong and your kids they did evry thing right,
it was all evil that took an innocent life that night,

The war over sea's has left many to cry,
but back home it seams more and more of our young die,
there live's taken to soon by the worlds trash,
we live love and forgive now memories are all we have,
the news will move on to another missing child,
2,6,10,14,23 they only remember them for a while,
but me my heart won't heal for every time another child dies,
my heart rips as I watch grieving parents cry.


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A Crow In A Jupiter Tree

It was a cold, windy but cloudless day
There was a Crow in a Jupiter tree
He cried out as if he was mocking me.
This morn, the day my mother passed away.

Death -death this godless creature seemed to say
With dead black eyes, my face he seemed to stare 
This gaze cut deep to my heart, left it bare.
Fly from here, demon bird with squawk so gray.

Be not a messenger of death I pray.
From window, the last sound my mother heard, 
Was the call to die from this evil bird.
On dark wings this scavenger of deaths prey.

Such callous, heartless, evil bird this Crow
To steal from me, her ever loving soul.


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The Old Crow

She commissioned her good humour to put up with it once more.
A reoccurring miscreant still knocking at her door.

A demon spawn of evil tricks he beckons her to open,
Incessant little parasite his ritual nary broken.

Away the door - it shuffles in without a care implore
She grasps the tome of many creatures and forgotten lore.

A paragraph within it’s pages brings a mental sight
The demon spawn of loathsome evil listens to the plight

Tired from the sinful stories that were encased within
She puts the Book beside the spawn that put her in the spin

Her snoring became silence as a quiet moment rose
Her weary face no longer knotted was now a happy glow.

His tiny fingers touch her face, obliviously adored,
“I love you nana” he exclaimed and gently shut the door.


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Forbidden fruit

When God created the Garden of Eden, he gave it to Adam and Eve.
But they screwed things up and God forced them to leave.
God told them not to eat fruit from the Knowledge of good and evil tree or they 
would die.
One day Eve saw an evil serpent and it told her a lie.
The serpent said she wouldn't die and that she'd be like God if she ate from that 
tree.
She ate from it not knowing that she was being deceived.
She gave some of the fruit to Adam and he ate it too.
They disobeyed God which was a very stupid thing to do.
They knew that they were naked and that they had done wrong.
When they ate that forbidden fruit, their chance to live in paradise was gone.


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The Bleeding Prey

It strikes the hearts of many with
That evil, wicked creature of filth
Harsh and insensible is what describes it best
For its aim is to shred love and never rest
Approaching its victims so quickly 
Inserting its sword so deeply
into the people's heart so severely

Thrashing into one's home of protection
Betraying the walls of its foundation
It seeps into the building's structure
Pervading blackness throughout its posture
Then, it lurks into its atmosphere 
As it engulfs everyone with fear
Its evil laugh churns the house 
And fills each ounce

courage blacks out from within
Leaving its warrior vulnerable in Berlin
The evil narrows its eyes 
Hunting the prey it wishes to hear its cry

As it strikes its teeth 
The helpless prey begins to screech
Blood oozes like a forgotten fury
Pouring onto the floor that was once its glory

The prey's eyes look above
Pondering at the ceiling with pain yet love
Remembering the times it spent around
The merciful land that was once its ground
Walking on it with care and pride

While the evil begins to feed on that prey
It reaches the heart, turning it into clay
Tears begin to drop, scarring its cheek
Waving goodbye to the morning's speak
For that treacherous creature has struck
And into the prey's interiors it dug

This unmerciful monster shattered a heart's love 
and into its organs it dove
It is the villain that always forces a tear to drop
For it is indifference that fills one's crop


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Poisoned

Magical times trapped in my mind
Hazy with joys and pleasures
Now devalued and not worth a dime
Someone has stolen all my treasures

Those memories that kept me warm
And suffused me with a glow
But the evil did change and transform
And took the joy they did bestow

No more lazy days spent reminiscing
Thoughts all wrapped up in love
I keenly feel that they’re now missing
I’m like the hand without its glove

Like a mental tendril through the mind
This evil ran right on through 
It was hidden behind that face so kind
And took all that I ever knew 

My mind is a barren land of poison and waste
Happy memories poisoned dead
Happiness gone, with dust it has been replaced
Its all tainted, every last shred

The thoughts I held so dear now deadly
Like a rabid family dog
But this was achieved and done designedly
Mind felled like a log

I can never now go back inside my head 
To my times of happy joy
And day dreaming for me is now dead
For I was used like a toy

What evil would ever turn my mind,
To something I cannot touch?
This evil with which I was entwined
That had me in its clutch

It was the one and only I trusted so fully 
That dropped that deadly vial 
To her my eyes were so very woolly
She should really stand on trial