Evil Poems | Examples of Evil Poetry

See No Evil You cannot change any mind, of those that choose to be blind. By Josehf Lloyd Murchison...

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War isn’t new. Our world has been bleeding for centuries, crimson rivers running beneath the cities we call beautiful, masked by glass towers and neon lights. They build malls on buried bones, schools on scorched earth, paved roads across old battlefields where children once fell. This isn’t a fresh wound—it’s a festering one, hidden beneath...

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Don’t wear shorts — they’ll say you asked for it. But also don’t wear jeans — you’re being too Western. Saree? Salwar? Dupatta? — Oh please, that blouse was too tight. Basically, just wear shame. That’s safest, right? Don’t go out late — it’s dangerous at night. But if something happens in broad daylight? “Well, what was she doing alone in...

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Jill Nando hosted "Crimewatch" a TV show She was shot dead, who did it we don't know. Lot of cases not solved, not even all crimes known Keep a low profile or enter a danger zone. Plutonium was found in Karen Silkwood's refrigerator She was a whistleblower, did her company hate her? She died a few days later in a fatal...

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Oh Almighty God end this genocide on Gaza move Israel away Al Juman style haiku © 1/12/2025 hate is an internal cry burning salt drips of anger steaming for justice Al Juman style haiku © 1/12/2025 ...

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As spoken by the Voice of Wisdom O House of Israel, Heed the sound of the wind that carries ancient truth across the sands of time. Once you wandered through deserts and kingdoms, Once you suffered at the hands of empires and tyrants, And the world wept for you— So great was your sorrow that even your enemies offered you a...

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Resident warblers, different species share dedicated lookout, for the cat beware -- they frolic about, sally as children wings splashing refreshing Birder’s bath~ enters Lucifer, the neighbor’s cuddly clawing wrath --...

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O Confederation of the West— You were not born to conquer shadows, But to outlive them. Power is not noise, It is silence understood by all. You fear the bear in the east, But he was your brother once— Did you not share a winter once in Berlin’s broken breath? Yet now, You sharpen your swords Where olive branches once bloomed. He holds gas, grain, and...

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In midnight hush where shadows creep.. A voice not mine disturbs my sleep. It whispers secrets through my teeth.. And moves my limbs from far beneath. My hands are not my own at night.. They scribble names in candlelight. A stranger's laugh slips from my throat.. A shiver clings to every note. The mirror shows a war inside.. Two faces flicker, one must hide. My...

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Where the heat meets the flame I don't care for love... don't care for much, You've taken away everything... with your filthy touch I don't feel your pain... though blood pours like rain I'll meet you there... where the heat meets the flame These chains hold me down... Bind me in place This evil haunts me in my dreams, with his stone cold face Don't ever let...

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Copy and paste can be detrimental if used in the wrong place Such as posting and plagiarizing poems from another’s space The time and energy it may take to search for poems to steal It is a waste of time if you’re not going to be authentic and real It’s also a crime to take credit for stolen art,...

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in fact, Israel does not worth a damn without the "others" supports...

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stewing in my own juices in this dystopia of a nation masked thugs tearing brown babies from their mothers' arms raking the brown off the streets disappearing the inheritors of the kingdom idiots who believe in an ever-after there will be a time after masked thugs and mass terrorization evil visits the evil and payday isn't always Friday I can't wait to write a poem...

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There it hung, quietly trembling a cross etched above her heart a man crucified in ink on skin the world had judged. My desire blurred the sacred fingers brushed past holy lines the cross shifting under motion as if faith itself sighed. She whispered, “Slow down, boy this isn't a race to win you're not here to conquer, just to feel without shame.” And in that moment,...

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