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Evil Success Poems | Evil Poems About Success

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Details | Rhyme | |

Kingdom Lost

In summertime, the ivy climbs,
and hides the castle wall.
The king dreams of late,
that the sea is so great,
and yet - his boat is so small.
As swift as a fox and
dark as a raven on wing,
seven hundred soldiers march  
into the valley of the king.
Long overdue, a battle ensues
flanking the powers that be.
Children cry, and good men die, 
the monarch is now on his knee…
Soon the horsemen alone 
try to maintain the throne.
But the long way around
is the shortest way home.
The evening is filled
with chaos and smoke,
and the kingdom is 
stunned by it all…
Soon the sun will go down,
and in spite of his crown, 
the king will undoubtedly fall…
His rival’s strength
was mistaken,
by a king overtaken,
his life is now but a pawn.
His authority lifted,
the power has shifted –
an era of glory is gone…

Copyright © Cole Banner

Details | Free verse | |

Story Rings True Now

Will I go with the beast Or will I strangle it Just to go and drop the hint Openness escapes me The devil is in my arms May I beat him down With my souls essence A dynasty is within me A gross of pelicans lift me Taking me highly above To where Satan cannot find me I shall conquer the essence Of horrid and painful evil That envelops my very being Should destroy it all And bring my soul higher Or shall I stay in horror With each day deflating me I will succeed in success And my soul with fly Love will defeat all death The harmonious realm bends Moves to my joyful will Luck isn’t the life force Hope and faith and Love Bring me to victory Slamming the end of time Into nothingness The story rings true now And peace is in my heart And love is the focal point And is the center of my existence For all time, forever
Russell Sivey

Copyright © Russell Sivey

Details | Light Poetry | |



Far away in a strange land, we fight
Yes! Fighting for the liberation and forestalment of humanity
We are bound for peace
We are bound for success

The evil forces of darkness cannot stop us
Though we are victimized and there are casualties
We will not give up the fight to liberate mankind from the grip of evil forces.

We will forfeit our comfort and pleasure, friends and family
Just to see that justice prevails over evil
Forward ever and backward never
Until our joy is full.

Copyright © Raphael Adegoke

Details | Didactic | |

The Moral Point of Cinderella

Cinderella is disliked by her family, 
Her step-mother and her sisters;
Whilst she is kind and generous, 
They are evil and boisterous. 

All her family have a weight problem, 
But she is slim and elegant, 
Amorous and thoughtful, 
Coy, clever and somewhat bashful. 

But she hates everyday living, 
As she is just a housemaid and a cook, 
So she most definitely wants to attend the ball, 
Where the prince may at her look. 

But her step-mum says no, 
And both her sisters gloat,  
So she knows she must escape, 
From her sinking boat. 

If your sociology is bad, 
You can believe in whoever for you so cares, 
And her role-model was her fairy godmother, 
Who in her did hope and for her had dares. 

She made it such that Cinders could, 
Attend the ball looking good, 
By transforming what they had themselves, 
Into a ball-gown and carriage with hood. 

The prince instantly fell in love, 
With Cinderella and her way, 
But she rushed off only leaving him her shoe, 
To follow up on her foreplay. 

Love comes above all else, 
When things are grim and rough, 
And you must determinedly secure, 
Those hope-beads that you do manage to procure. 

So he searched for her in every house, 
Finding her in a cold, locked room, 
And she insisted on trying on his treasured shoe,
Taking opportunity which banished all her gloom. 

You need to take opportunity with both hands, 
By its horns, steadfast and sure, 
And even make things happen when no light shines, 
So that you beckon and you lure. 

The prince forced a physical trial, 
Of the shoe on each ones foot, 
‘Cos love is physical, not just social, 
And is not just psychology’s reboot. 

Ok, Cinder’s godmother was a magic one,  
Not real to her step-mum or sisters, 
But when you’re suppressed and called inferior, 
Your thoughts are valid for your interior. 

Your actions are right, 
And morality is with you, 
Not those with money or riches, 
Whose selfish deeds do not do. 

Being born to abusive parents, 
Being born different, poor or destitute, 
Doesn't mean you must be such forever, 
Just that you need to be most resolute. 

So Prince Charming whisked her off, 
Right out of her house and her life, 
And that should be for all of us, 
Where hurt and hardship are rife. 

Copyright © Rhoda Monihan