Evil Anniversary Poems | Evil Poems About Anniversary

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Details | Free verse |

Bastille 2016


Many years ago
They stormed the Bastille
Two hundred and one lost their lives
The tennis court oath however survived

Jacques had his heart with the masses
Necker could not be dismissed so easily
The storming of the Bastille was to be
The birth of a nation for all men free

And free men they were
Running naked through the streets
What they lacked in cake
The made up with in red wine

The Republique was born
A democracy in infancy
Would grow through trials and tribulations
To become a multicultural great nation

Lone angry men filled with such hate
I welcome you to Bastilles’ gate
Of medieval prisons long ago
It is there, you I shall throw

You kill in the name of a God
A God you do not know
Love has escaped from your very soul
Only hate tarnishes your bitter heart

The ghosts of Bastille are mocking
The coward who is filled with such animosity
There never shall be an escape
The soul of the dead shall eternally taunt you

A criminal with no compassion
You have only given us our determination
To battle for the peace of this great nation
You bring us tears; alas we shall turn them to wine

Naked through the streets we shall always dance!

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016

Details | Blank verse |

The Eye

The eye,a sign the 
unwise can't comprehend
  Forged from the world's 
illumination in darkened 
minds,for the 
enlightened ones like 
Leonardo da Vinci,Isaac 
Newton,John Milton....etc.
   The eye is a tree 
with many branches like 
Priory of Scion,Knight 
Lodge,Music industry, 
Politics,global economy, 
stretching beyond 
human imaginations-felt 
in all corners of earth.
  The world is clothed 
through wisdom from 
   The eye,all seeing 
sign,an invincible 
emblem of power and 
riches to the lion hearted 
and loyal souls.
A seat of influence and 
  Creating the social order 
through men of power....
  Some see it as a 
curse,others a blessing.
  I feel it,the great eye is 
everywhere watching 

Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu | Year Posted 2013

Details | Epic |

Betch Please, Really

I simply love being me for I am so good at everything step into my city and they will tell you who is King one day when I am hungry I will swallow everything then and only then shall I inherit the stuff I dream even then I promise not to settle for satisfaction at any instant half a second I could spring into full action so go against me? please, you do not even measure up to half of the goodness that I hold tight like my treasure still spreading rumors about me to try and destroy my life can't believe I let myself get beat by a stripper and my self-intended knife try and say I'm gay even though we both know that isn't the truth just ask any woman I been with if they ever needed proof they'll say I was the cream of the crop as they took it all night knowing I just may never stop I own the status of a legend now what you got left to say when I bring it twenty-four seven?

Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Never So Gracious

A full moon night to my delight what is so wrong with doing what's right nothing is right after so long no use in complaining time to move on The Dream Water one day might take me away farther from the comfort of familiarity I float on my back then shut my eyes my body now sinking into ocean arms open wide Now swallow your son back to his nature when he is no longer needed to stay here the next generation are dooming themselves they need my experience to guide them through hell Why should I bother on my own, I strive through I turn my back on the thought of bothering to save you alone in this world my, is it spacious I'm finally smiling, never so gracious.

Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013

Details | Tail-rhyme |

That 9 11 Day

That 9/11 Day

I was eager that day, 
Just as I was 
Any other day, 
To start my work, 
And state the statistics,  
Discourage clientelle,
Validate company antics, 
Embrace others
When I thought would, 
Make a good share price, 
Positive returns, 
No dice, 
But when I reached 
The door of my room, 
A heard the most horrific 
No way out, 
No hope, 
No exceptions, 
No dope, 
No perceptions, 
No scope, 
No connections, 
To help you cope; 
No person, 
To assist, 
With the problem, 
To list
Your objections, 
To the phenomenon, 
The horrific phenomenon, 
Death, war, stench, 
Which was never, 
It never resonated, 
It just exploded. 
It was hell,
Heat, smoke, dust, 
‘Cos somebody was angry… 
The devil:

Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Napalm And The Evil That Man Do

The evil that Man do, the US military outdid themselves...
When  they rained  napalm into the lush jungles of Vietnam...

Political ideologies were being fought, and the US was arrogant with their might...
But the US was suffering  badly against the guerrila tactics fought out of sight....

All hell breaking loose in the treacherous  dense jungles there in Vietnam...
Against the yellow skinned slit eyed freedom fighters of Vietnam.....

Victory  at all costs, chemical weapons of the worst kind....
The US military brass approved them without a second thought....

So the day happened, when the US rained fire from the skies...
While the brass in the Pentagon awaited the outcome of their horrifying decisions...

The chemical napalm melted skin and flesh, fusing them to the bones...
The searing heat and the excruciating pain that came after the napalm...

One cannot imagine the horror and the blind panic when the napalm down it came...
Here comes a naked running girl, terror in her eyes and panic driven......

CLICK! goes the camera shutters and she is into worldwide immortality....
That panicked screaming girl running away from a death so searing.....

When that picture hit newstands the world over...
The world took stock of the evil that Man do, the US did better....

It does beget the all too important  question to think over..., 
Does the end justifies the means, to those people in position of power...?


Copyright © KENG CHUAN SENG | Year Posted 2017

Details | Light Poetry |



 The first dance with you,with my flirting beats 
 makes you shy at first.
 the hands on your waist hold you tight in my arms
 with the shyness with a warm hug you dance 
 when you talk like a baby girl and i reply on you 
 like a kid than sweet anger on your face makes me smile
 The melodies sound of water fall ,
 sound of air breeze your long hair touches my face 
 Eyes of undefinable beauty,trying to flirt with my words but 
 its hard to do cause of non definable gorges,adorable,delightful,
 hot,cutie person cant be define with a words

 like color of red cant be take out from a rose 
 taste of green apple cant be delicious as you words 
 my words fall on your feet but your  EVIL FLIRT cant 
 be describe i love you 

 with love all
 jagdish bajantri        

Copyright © jagdish bajantri | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? |


I stood on the edge of the world trade center
believing I was an architectural member of the whole
I often wonder why I am not remembered
why my demise is never recognized
why my story is never told
as the people gather at the foot prints of the twins
my ashes linger on their lips
for I am the question still unanswered
I am the piece that doesn't fit
I am the wrench in the machinery
they would like you to forget
I was never struck by aircraft
there is no memorial to replace me
I am not mentioned in the 911 report
instead they have erased me
Bldg 7 fell free fall speed
on September 11,2001
Brother to the twin towers
Never forget
ask questions

Copyright © tonya belden | Year Posted 2014

Details | I do not know? |


Yes, I can see,
I was becoming my father
like the return of sanity,
a lone voice
in Armageddon,
when you feel the guilt.

You say the evil
was crawling everywhere 
beyond the eyes and ears.
The trees, the houses, the wombs,
the art, the perfection
crumbling in thick fog.

May be nothing was left for harvesting
in life. Small seeds saved in your
butting pocket, blood smeared,
will bring the rains one day –
and I will meet my counterpart
in the battlefield.


Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2008