Get Your Premium Membership

Seducing Evil No More

Poet's Notes
(Show)

Become a Premium Member and post notes and photos about your poem like Vicki Acquah.


Seducing Evil No More

Perhaps at the days complete

This date with death shall not

prove to be deadbeat.

The outcome has proven quite concrete.

Tragedies that shades

itself behind deaths eyes

piercing to contaminate

like some blastomycete:

Ready to enter my blood to do some harm.

like some invading fungi who does not laugh

at the joke, but at the joker’s lack of antidotal charm.

As death is now my escort;

Invasion needs no persuasion.

I've awakened myself, to realize such a thought.

Finding my words nesting, in some confessions plot.

That is why I never sympathize with evil.

Abetted, by the fluid allure of death.

Follows me like fresh fish with a trail of flies.

In poetic terms, it’s easy to describe

the evil that is flowing, like sewage in a flood.

Around every corner, I have found,

The hatred from which I strive to hide.

Led me to find a peaceful place near the trees

Where peacefully, I now reside.

Sitting alone with one trusting friend, as

we admire the color of the trees in the quiet.

We meditate and sit in amber silence.

Without anticipation of the judgment of each other.

Seducing Evil No More Perhaps at the days complete This date with death shall not prove to be deadbeat. The outcome has proven quite concrete. Tragedies that shades itself behind deaths eyes piercing to contaminate like some blastomycete: Ready to enter my blood to do some harm. like some invading fungi who does not laugh at the joke, but at the joker’s lack of antidotal charm. As death is now my escort; Invasion needs no persuasion. I've awakened myself, to realize such a thought. Finding my words nesting, in some confessions plot. That is why I never sympathize with evil. Abetted, by the fluid allure of death. Follows me like fresh fish with a trail of flies. In poetic terms, it’s easy to describe the evil that is flowing, like sewage in a flood. Around every corner, I have found, The hatred from which I strive to hide. Led me to find a peaceful place near the trees Where peacefully, I now reside. Sitting alone with one trusting friend, as we admire the color of the trees in the quiet. We meditate and sit in amber silence. Without anticipation of the judgment of each other.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment
Date: 4/8/2017 12:23:00 PM
So nice, Vicki. : ) "the color of the trees in the quiet" - peace indeed.
Login to Reply
Acquah Avatar
Vicki Acquah
Date: 4/16/2017 11:21:00 PM
much gratitude for taking time to read ,and comment on my work.