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Details | Couplet |

To All Of You

There are times we are left to cope
With situations that drain our hope

Leaving us full of despair
At how some people just don't care

About the evil that they do
To good people like all of you

We are left to somehow face
That in mankind there is disgrace

And those of us left alive
Must find away to survive

As you pick up the pieces of your life
Without your mother, father, husband or wife

And some of you God forbid
Without the love of your kids

We must band together with a brotherhood
Show that in this world there is some good

Because we are together in this deal
We try to help each other heal

We seek in each other good advice
And offer each other sacrifice

We hold each other in prayer and song
As we continue to re-build the wrong

Because what else in the world can we do
Except let the light of good shine through

The evil darkness and despair
Of a catastrophic lack of care

We want you to know you are not alone
Think of America as a giant cone

And all of us are funneling through
Our prayers and hopes to all of you


Posted for Nathan's 9-11 contest

Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2009



Details | Quatrain |

Medusa's Love

Medusa’s Love

Medusa is a hideous and vile creature of Grecian yore. 
Medusa, once a high priestess in the Temple of Athena,
Suffered Athena’s unforgiving wrath for violating her 
Sacred temple as she and Lord Poseidon made love there.

Medusa’s Love entices all of her naive human victims,
Up to that special mesmerizing moment of her icy shock,
As they end up unwittingly gazing into her evil, hellish  
Eyes and their bodies harden and turn to stone forever. 

You can never trust those Gods who relish in making
The plight of mortal man more challenging on Earth.
Once a perfect paragon of radiant female pulchritude,
Athena transformed Medusa into this mythic monster.  

As if this life isn’t frightening enough, with the advent 
Of Halloween Eve and the cold, dark nights preceding it;
Medusa’s restless spirit as this grotesque Gorgon can be
Conjured from her lair at the entrance to the Underworld.

From the hissing and viperous serpents adorning her head,
To the ever-present shaking death rattle of her reptilian tail;
Medusa’s sneering and unholy visage paralyzes her victims
As her fiery and demonic eyes bring them a stone cold death!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
(October 1, 2015) (Unrhymed Quatrain)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Eve

Does the past really matter?
 Does it set you free? 
I’m absorbed in the sin,
That is surrounding him and me. 

Lost in the curiosity,
Cold to the touch. 
Drenched in the poison,
With my dignity in his clutch.

Feeling like I was cheated;
I chose the evil instead of light.
I traded in the sunshine,
For what lurks in the night. 

I disobeyed his orders,
I gave up security to be unsure.
I went against the warnings,
Gave into darkness instead of remaining pure.

Once my bed was made of soft grass,
But now it is made of stone.
Was plump from all of the luscious fruit,
Now I’m starving to the bone. 

My curse is one of circumstance.
The punishment a crime,
I’m stuck inside this dampened cave,
For the rest of time. 
My world came crashing down,
The grief has not subsided.
My heart broke completely,
When my sons collided. 

My misery a token,
From the abandonment I earned.
Upon the time spent in sorrow,
There was a lesson to be learned.

Have I found the moral?
Only in time we shall see,
For all I did was eat an apple-
From the Knowledge tree. 

Copyright © Alyssa Waters | Year Posted 2013



Details | Sonnet |

In A Darkened Attic Room

In A Darkened Attic Room

In attic room, one window tightly shut,
Dwells broken heart hidden from future pain.
Bare as a savage brute's empty hut-
Condemned to no hope, no future, no gain.

Where rests such perilous fear darkness reigns;-
Shattered dreams give rise to dark illusions.
Hope rejected brings on its most wicked stains,
Evil held, births its blackest conclusions.

Grown in decay until nothing remains,
Yet sad hope is better than none at all.
True love waits the bliss it always contains,
Treasures gifted, one only has to call.

If one ray of love's light but filters in
Love brings life and its promises again.

Robert J. Lindley, 1-30-2016

Syllables Per Line:	
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables:	140
Total # Lines:	18 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:	
Total # Words: 103

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

dark surrender


for days he follows   a man dressed in black   eyes fathomless pools
I feel his yearning    his hunger    and I am smitten    curious
dreading  him yet he enthralls me to surrender-
confusion    fear overwhelms me    he is breathing   oh desire
in his room    whispering my name . . . 

his voice a deep baritone    demanding   terrifying  
those fathomless eyes look down at me    I am lost   I pull him close
he strokes my flowing raven hair    his eyes cold as ice
daggers to my soul    love(or hate)  lust   passion  possession
he wants to control me and violently he crushes my ruby red lips
with a demanding kiss and then the kiss is beautiful
words evil    he is need   lust    he says vile things

oh  those dark fathomless eyes   go away    come back   I love you
he wraps his arms around me   we are spinning and swirling  lost in love
for how long are we locked in that embrace  it seems like days
then he stops     his smile is mean and cruel     he laughs  
I am nothing without his kiss     I am a love hostage held in chains 
and when he turns away     I weep for him and hate myself
dark this lust      I MUST find the strength to leave

there is no sweetness    this is WRONG    lost as his fathomless eyes
must get away     must find the courage to walk away  leave     leave
I hear the door close and quickly dress     the rooms smell moldy
finding the door   I turn the knob    it is locked 
and I am screaming  . . . 

_____________________________
February 1, 2016

Free Verse/dark surrender
Copyright Protected, ID 751068



Submitted to the contest, Any Poem Written On Your Birthday II
sponsor, Laura Loo

First Place

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Written for the contest, The Dark Side of Life 
sponsor, Shadow Hamilton

Fifth Place

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2016

Details | Couplet |

Created By Choices

Something evil this way comes
Sure as the rising of the Son

A single heart left to bleed
A lost soul with a dying need

When love proves it doesn’t care
In creeps darkness and despair

Angry voices from deep with-in
Scream I’m a fool once again

I now make my soul like a cave
It’s the darkness that I now crave

Around my heart I shall build a moat
With blood sacrifices unto the goat

Deep in darkness as a soul can be
Father of darkness come feed on me

She destroyed the love in my soul
I do pray that hate fills up the hole

Troubled souls with hallow voices
In this life we all make choices

My choices have left me degraded
I now hate the person I created

Into darkness away from the Son
Something evil this way comes


Yea, I posted this for Deborah's contest.
Believe it or not this is who i used to
be. Poetry is a truly amazing tool when
it comes to change, it transformed this
into the man I am. All I can say about
that, "Praise be the Power of God".

Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2009

Details | Rhyme |

A Palindrome Tale

A Palindrome Tale

I’ve got a tale to tell you of travel, love and lust
The travel, it was joyful, my love life was a bust
I met a girl in Tulsa, next day my diary read
A slut nixes sex in Tulsa; “Dammit, I’m mad” I said
So I went off to Europe to see the Mona Lisa
I thought it was in Italy; but as I pee, sir, I see Pisa!
A Delia saw I was ailed; I’m a fool; aloof am I
When she offered me spaghetti, I said “I prefer pi”
And then I found Naomi – Naomi did I moan?
I did, did I? I can not lie.  I headed back to home
And then I met this Madam; as mad as Adam, she
Evil did I dwell, lewd I did live; God saw I was dog tired
Live not on evil they did say; Then my luck expired
Revered now, I live on. O did I do no evil I wonder ever
No sir, panic is a basic in a prison where I dwelt
Ned, I am a maiden; not a banana baton had I felt

Mdailey	3/31/12

A slut nixes sex in Tulsa; 
Dammit, I’m mad 
as I pee, sir, I see Pisa!
Delia saw I was ailed 
I’m a fool; aloof am I
I prefer pi
Naomi did I moan?
I did, did I? 
mad as Adam
Evil did I dwell, lewd I did live
God saw I was  dog
Live not on evil 
Revered now, I live on. O did I do no evil I wonder ever
No sir, panic is a basic in a prison 
Ned, I am a maiden
not a banana baton 




Copyright © mike dailey | Year Posted 2012

Details | Epigram |

INDIGNATION




No, my Lord,

Mercy, for their wretched souls, I could

Never ask

Let them burn into eternity for their atrocious crimes,

Committed against humanity 

And

Against the law of Thy infinite love !*




© Demetrios Trifiatis
  07 FEBRUARY 2015

*After burning a Jordanian pilot alive, decapitating two Japanese 
journalists and killing a woman for not wearing shoes, yesterday the 
fanatics decapitated a father and a son in Iraq. When all this end?

Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2015

Details | Imagism |

SPEAK NO EVIL



When crepuscular shadows loomed in a bay
to grate upon this opulent view’s grandeur,
my visceral thoughts reeled like windmills
where breaths heaved low, desultory the mind.
Gazing at Anger, doubts replayed a cynical past,
in lone sojourn...winds hummed,” speak no evil”
yet, penumbra of waves turned desultory.
Until a hundred stars bathed my eyes whole,
kindling exuberant rays, to console love’s blow;
and jealousy faded, in homage to a halcyon moment.


Silent One’s Contest
"see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil"
2/01/2016

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2016

Details | Dramatic Verse |

Sound of Silence - Lady Hawke - with Darren White

Synopsis
The lovely Lady Isabeau and her lover, medieval French Knight Etienne escape to flee the lustful advances of wicked Bishop of Aquila causing them to run afoul of him. The evil-bishop places them under a curse preventing the lovers being together in their mortal form except in the fleeting moments of twilight and again at dawn. At dusk, she transforms from hawk back to woman but alas he changes into a wolf. At first light of dawn she transmutes back to hawk as he reverts to his mortal knightly form. Through the daylight hours, she sadly rides untethered on his arm In - The Sound - Of Silence.
                 
                 Yesterday’s love with evocative thoughts 
                 She watches for change in horizons light
                 Her coal black eyes and hawk like stare
                 Peers anxiously for her loved ones sight

                 Her clarion call as he comes in view
                 In mortal form he does appear
                 Her amplified thoughts for avian release
                 To grasp what little time - for fear
                 The darkness that will steal from them
                 Time so precious they hold so dear

                                                         'So vague I know her yet so well
                                                         The sight of her makes my heart sing
                                                         I wish to hold her I wish to tell
                                                         Her all the love that I will bring'

                A fleeting state of obscurity
                Is twilight time between Sun and Moon
                A cursory moment for Loves Embrace
                As darkening sky arrives too soon

                She must flee her lover’s jaws
                As mortal state is cast aside
                And primal instinct takes predatory form
                To darkened woods she runs to hide

                                                         'I growl, I run, I chase her, need
                                                         To catch her, capture, not let go 
                                                         My teeth, my claws, I need to feed
                                                         But who am I, what changed me so'

                In dawn’s first rays comes transformation
                Mortal to Hawk she must keep this alliance
                Then swoop to her loves outstretched arm
                To travel by day in the Sound of Silence

                 And thus they live a Jealous one’s Curse
                 Denied the love that was once so pure
                 Bestowed by a man from Hells own gates
                 In vain her love he tried to procure

                                                      'Je suis Etienne - I am Etienne
                                                      Remember me here - in this cage
                                                      Don’t hurt her or kill her, I’m a man
                                                      A wolf I hurt, inside I rage'

                   So Evil does what Evil wilt
                   Her love for this bishop will never be
                   He portrays a picture of what he’s not
                   From his evil curse they must break free          

'Etienne mon amour - I know thee well 
In my malaise, I fall, I cry
Je t'aime for a moment more
With broken heart - I change - I fly'

                    Unwavering credence in good endures
                    Shackled even in their depths of sorrow
                    Questing release from their dastardly doom
                    Yearning the twilight hour - tomorrow

                                                         'Isabeau mon amour, we will survive
                                                         This evil curse will not prevail
                                                         On wings of love we’ll soar so high 
                                                         Je t'aime we won they failed'

Acknowledgement:
To my good friend Darren White for collaborating with me on this melancholy story. 
My deepest appreciation to the master of languages for adding a romantic French touch.

Footnote
Critical on transformation to mortal, unprotected and naked she speeds away on Etienne’s horse to escape the slashing jaws of the wolf.  A cowardly plot undoubtedly designed by the evil bishop to meet her end, in her avian form or as a mortal, at the predatory jaws of her star crossed lover.

A solution to their quandary may manifest in the person of an escaped thief who serendipitously befriends Etienne - But that’s another story…

Lady Isabeau’s voice can be envisaged in the plaintive, haunting strains of the lead Violin. The resonant tone of the Wolf, Etienne, can almost be heard in the rich sonorous timber of the bass Cello - brought to us by - THE MUSES rendition of - Sound of Silence 

Copyright © Maria Williams & Darren White | 19 June 2017

Copyright © Maria Williams | Year Posted 2017

Details | Narrative |

"Evil Twin"

"Spiritual Narrative"

After life began,  appeared “Evil Twin” mind’s obvious sin
‘Evil’  naught of nothing, using the power of love’s “something”
Giving rise to evil self, far to left, image of self
Love created, but mind deviated, it’s love abated

Love’s logic created Soul, but I am so bold, left heart’s gold
Lost in a wilderness mind, became the Soul of evil twin
Lost in it’s philosophies, mind’s logic of complexities
Has philosophically debated, Love that created

Saying, ‘how can this Love be the reality of me
I shall exalt above, this creation of heaven’s Love’
But crucifixion of mind regains Love’s self in time
As the mind is refined, Soul is re-aligned, with Love’s vine

Man’s discoveries, pieces of the recoveries, of true self
As pieces of the mind crucified, must learn to abide
From Love light’s truth  cannot hide, reality has not lied
Being one with reality, God true technicality
 
Evil self is naught, except, in a mind of worldly thoughts
Live of your mind if your will, create life’s bitter pill
Your bitter pill will not spill, into Sacred Heart’s will
This proverb is proverbial,  `Tis non swerve able

Within one’s love, one must abide, for on death’s cross it was tried
Also mind must abide, for on the cross was proven it lied
Death and life was set before, human mind to explore
To show evil twin, death’s sin, just no way for death to win

Make a tree good or make a tree evil, for is by man’s choice
Lie on God if your will,   lie `Tis your own bitter pill’
`Tis by your own choice, by your own voice, `Good or Evil’
Death failed, life’s tree stands still, on yonder hill, alive and well

12-25-09 johnmosesfreeman@yahoo.com

Copyright © john freeman | Year Posted 2009

Details | Prose |

Crazy Love Under A Blue Moon

How is it possible, to be "awful" and "amazing" at the same time?
Please don't find me "annoying" as I ponder your "grim" and "gruesome".
There is something quite "delightful" about seeing you so "frightened"!
It is "fortunate" that we crossed paths, "finding" you is most certainly a sign.

For you I have erected a "monolith" here under the blue moon.
At its very centre I will look upon your pure white "oval" face.
I will know pleasure as I gaze into your stunning "opaque" eyes.
It is so very wonderful to see how you are "opening" up to me!

I will not "patronize" you for you will be the "pride" of my garden.
This is merely a simple "prelude" to our very precious time together.
I know removing your face will seem "vicious", but know l will be gentle.
If I'm kind you won't be "vindictive"! Instead you'll love me and I'll be "Victorious"!

For Shadow's "Make a Poem *2Contest."

I used quotes for the words because my iPad doesn't allow me to bold words on Poetry Soup. 

I wrote this piece from a serial killers perspective, I guess I've watched to many episodes of "Criminal Minds".

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

Echo

Her neighbors claim her as their fairy,
And gather around to protect
This little wood nymph of their forest
Who so needs their love and respect.

They don't know how she came to their woodland.
It seems she is one of a kind.
She must gaze at reflection in water
For one like her own self to find. 

Lovely flowers bow in abeyance
All the wood creatures kneel down with awe.
The wind tries to clear the lake waters,
That she might see the picture they saw.

The magnificence of her surroundings
More than easily rivaled by
The beauty of her reflection
As it’s framed by the bright blue sky.

She has no access to glass mirrors,
This little nymph of the wood.
She longs to see her own features
Without ripples if only she could.

Goddess Hera is extremely jealous
Of her beauty, her goodness, her youth.
Though there is no reason for vengeance,
Goddess ire doesn’t listen to truth.

She puts a vile charm on the wood nymph
And steals away her sweet voice.
She can only speak now as an echo.
This dear child has no other choice.

The wood creatures gather around her.
They miss her melodious song.
They give her the new name of Echo,
Declaring what happened was wrong.

One day at the lake was Narcissus.
She was charmed but could not tell him so.
When he asks if she deems him as handsome,
She repeats his own words as an echo.

He’s amazed at her impudent actions,
Intrigued into saying “I love you.”
Love releases her from the wicked one’s spell.
“Beloved  Narcissus, I love you too.”

They spend all their hours now together,
Gazing at the pretty pictures they make,
More gorgeous than lilies reflected
In clear waters of their wedding lake.

By: Joyce Johnson



 
   








Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2011

Details | Acrostic |

Whatever It Takes

When two choose each the other
Having decided this, their fate
A bond, a pledge, a vow replaces
That which, unchosen, cannot wait
Even when it requires a warrior resolute,
Vitality deathless, and sacrifice continuous,
Eternal must the pledge be, or
Risk betrayal's scourge sinuous.

It is at the pit, against the fiery horde
That Absalom dulls the finest sword

This is what it takes to stand at my side
Antagony to injustice is my cause
Knell my soul to abandon,  divide
Eidetically my failure would resound, preside
Sorcerous dreams expounding my flaws.

Indebted to peace, yet still facing war
Soliloquy sweet, punished yet more.

When the lashes pernicious slander my spirit
Have you the stamina to fight weaponless, naked?
Ardently ask the goddess Irit
That throughout the nightmare, you survive unwakéd?

Impassioned, immortal, immoderate, rhetorical

Would you, could you, if so, should you?
Illusion or real, my fight is defense
Leave destruction behind 
Lose selfish pretense

Give willingly blood to the unjust blow
Impatiently wait the night for the dawn
Vicious dark creatures attack love's glow
Effervescent, they dissolve at the light, and pass on.

Because violence feeds violence, and hate cannot withstand love's rapture.

Copyright © Matthew Wetter | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Two Painters

Their brushes wet
In a meadow lush with rain drops and dew
Two canvases stand on easels of wood
Two brushes painting a landscape in hues
The sun shining on nature’s ethereal beauty

They shared thoughts and intimacies
Glancing at each others moods and whims
Sharing their creations in pastels and blue
Lunches in baskets and laughter in old stories
Two lonely painters, sharing different strokes
Artists basking in one another’s dreams

One day a brush was gone
Neither saw the evil swan
Suspicions mounted
Lurking, a silence filled with darkness
Shivering winds defeating loves hopes
Paints covered and brushes washed
Leaving nature’s paradise untouched
Let the serpent roam
They held hands, the canvases complete
Love made them lovers
No serpent would win with such hateful deceit

Higher in the valley, was I with my brush
Painting a love story, of two artists who would blush
If they knew their love story, was a canvas to share
I captured their fragrance of love in the air
I smiled at two souls whom held hands as one
Knowing the serpent was now left defeated and alone

One day, I shall capture this serpent and his evil ways
So that meadows lush with the morning mist
Will remain pure and evil untouched
My brush will strike right through the serpent’s heart
Water lilies turning red, basking in the glory of dusks sunset
Raindrops shall fall like tears from the sky
Knowing lovers avoided the serpent’s maze
And the meadows are now pure
Of the evil ones gaze

Also on my site, more Art

http://arthurvaso.weebly.com/current-poems.html

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |

Cruelty In Love

Why do you enjoy my suffering?
Does my torment really please you?
Disrespect me as often as you like.
Ignore my existence the way you do.

Why do you enjoy my suffering?
You claim to love with all your heart.
Selfish, cruelty must be an art form.
You excel in hatred, tearing me apart.

Why do you enjoy my suffering?
Your cold smile could conjure the dead.
Your evil stare torments my dreams.
I wish I could get you out of my head.

Copyright © Sean Day | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Love is evil

 
I have fallen For that cocky smile And that gentle look That is etched on your face Every time I dare glance At you, my heart Stops beating and Time stops flowing It is impossible But yet is has happened I love you for a reason I still can’t comprehend Some say love is unpredictable And I say love is evil It laughs at me Every time I marvel At what could be Maybe one day You will turn around And see me But you will never Love me the way I love you

Copyright © Tifanie Matthew | Year Posted 2014

Details | Limerick |

life with t-rump XXI

Donald's faithful to his red star
Putin loves the Don from afar
Bizarre it may seem
It's been Vladimir's dream
To have an American Tsar

Copyright © Duke Beaufort | Year Posted 2017

Details | I do not know? |

Angel Loves The Devil

Leaning in a whisper brings red to her cheeks

Wings fluttering at his touch

Hot as fire against cool as clouds

A tempting death

Blushing never felt so good

His kiss starting a new fire

A fire from hell

Standing beside the angel

His jaw bone breaks her innocence

He is beautiful

A fallen angel




Copyright © Johanna Hartnett | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Devil's Hidden Ranch

DEVIL'S HIDDEN RANCH

Coyote howl, dogs growl
Gunshots, dead cow
Red barn left unlock
Horseshoe upon death's door
Tequila in a cup
Salt of cocaine, shadows of insanity
Guitar string, sad song
Bandit near the door, wife on the floor
Hallucinating---Reality
Yelling out her name, he's gone insane
Loaded gun, life is done
Far and near ending his intoxicating fear
The road under the sun
A coward in his path
Responding to the Devil's wrath

In a Hidden Ranch in Mexico!!!!!!
       
:)   SKAT

Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2010

Details | Rhyme |

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.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | Elegy |

Oh Syria

Reality is lost and I fear…
That someday, somewhere so near…
I will fall amongst the people so dear…
I fear…that I’ll just be another one…
Another one lost…

I wonder what the cost of my life is
not to get political…
But I want to know what the cost of my life is
Is it money, is it land?
I do not own any of them, I’m just a simple man

I remember, when I ran across your land…
I remember when I kissed my grandmothers hands…
You ripped me away from her, from my home
You took me away from my heart, you took me away from my soul

I feel helpless, I feel low
It’s hard to play along when I know, I have no role
I have become a slave.
After all the love I gave.

When I look at my country, people I want to save
When I look around me, people I wish to change
It seems like a hard thing to do…
When the world around is bigger than you

To the fools who dare murder in his name
When God gave us life…
He warned us, only he can take our lives…

Oh Syria, my home
Oh Syria, my all
Oh Syria, what did they hurt you for?
I am Proud to be your son…

Copyright © Zeki Majed | Year Posted 2013

Details | Classicism |

Mistakes

Oh what a mistake I have made,
Traveled so far to end up this way.
  Not in a million years would I have guessed,
That this idea was truly not one of my best.
  Never had  known things had changed so much,
We for sure had fallen so far out of touch.
  So many different do's , don't , and bewares,
Actually has left me absolutely  scared.
  What a fool I was to ever believe,
That she would ever be in love with me.
  At my age you would think I know better,
You can trust this will be remembered forever.
  Oh what a terrible mistake I have made,
Wanting all these memories to just fade away.
Tac

Copyright © TIMOTHY CARTER | Year Posted 2013

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 inflict your disease on another soul


Sabrina Niday Hansel


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Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel | Year Posted 2013

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 God, 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 God, you owe me that much



Spiritual

Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel | Year Posted 2013

Details | Dramatic Verse |

SO blind

   All this time I have always had my doubts,
Not the person led to believe is what I found out.
   To be deceived and lied to for oh so long,
Down deep I knew there was something wrong.
   Head over heels I had fallen in love ,
Always thought you were sent from above.
   How the knife is twisted into my side ,
So much pain I can do nothing but cry.
   These memories of what I thought was real,
I'm confused and I don't how how to feel.
    Is this really possible that I did not know,
Through all this time it never showed.
    Such an evil thing to do to a man ,
Especially the lies which he could not stand.
    How cruel and cold your heart must be ,
To carry on as you did never letting me see.
     Hard to accept all those moments  so dear ,
Realizing they are now my greatest fears .
     What was to be Joy and Happiness,
Replaced by the feelings of a loneliness.
   Never did I imagine this happening to me ,
Thinking that you and I were meant to be .
   It's a very hard thing for a man to accept ,
When he finds out that he's been tricked.
    Was it the money or the control you had ,
Maybe because you are really just that bad.
    Some day soon for this you will have to pay ,
For the sins against me and your evil ways.
    Goodbye to you  who ever you are ,
For in this heart you have left brutally scarred.
Tac.

Copyright © TIMOTHY CARTER | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

Overcoming Evil with Goodness

Overcoming Evil With Good...

"Do not be overcome by evil, 
 but overcome evil with good."
This verse from scripture
 is often misunderstood.

Many tend to "get back" at someone 
who's "wronged them."
Whether it be from a stranger... or even a friend.

You cannot fight evil with evil--
this isn't God's plan!
His concept of love and mercy-- you
 need to understand.

Remember  the words Jesus said in the beatitudes.
Perhaps this can stop any 
"revengeful attitudes."

You were called to be holy--
with Godliness in mind.
To be filled with his mercy... 
being gentle and kind.

Rise above whatever evil 
may come your way/
Overcome by doing this with 
God's goodness... today!

Allow the cross of Christ to be
 lifted up in your life.
Allow his spirit to remove all malice,
 bitterness and strife.

A compassionate and loving person 
in you... others will see!
What you do today--will impact your eternity!

An overcomer of evil is often
 difficult to do.
Obey and trust God--
He will see you through!

By Jim Pemberton 
Rom. 12:21

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2011

Details | Rhyme |

A Time to Reflect

There was a time a while ago when animals mattered.
Treated as species that aided men and there well being, they were special as they were gathered.
Now humans have brought many to the brink of existence.
Progress by man has intruded on their habitat and threatens their sustenance.

Tress is necessary as well as plants for our very air.
Yet, in the jungle and forests we have chopped them down we just don’t care.
Man has a way of ruining the planet for money and greed.
Forcing the breeds of animals and plants to extinction caring not about their needs.

Progress man building more cities overpopulating the earth.
Spawning more children overstretching our natural resources what is it really worth?
Our children have a bleak world to look forwards to in their future.
Why do we not think of them? We should love them and think in love and nurture.

Money is said to be the root of all evil.
The evil one knows this that’s why he is called the devil.
An un-godly spirit malicious in his evil intent.
His fallen angels his legions are now in total content.

His spirit is powerful and corrupting man is his way.
Knowing his time is short he escalates evil every day.
Lining the pockets putting corrupt officials in Washington.
His smoke and mirrors with his evil partners are ruining this nation.

We have turned from our Fathers edicts, laws and morals.
Soon we’ll pay the price along with the evil one, repenting we won’t so it’s very improbable.
Our nation has one slim chance we must return to God and re-take our Christian values.
To do otherwise animals, plants, even humans have no chance it’s a moral issue and to animals, trees, and plants it’s very cruel.

Copyright © Robert Ball | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |

Lives In The Son

With me it’s not a matter of “If I could talk to God”
I have talked to God, I talk to him all throughout the day
I first talked to God when I was forty-one
I was an evil man
See, I had lost everything and everyone I had ever loved
I was in prison, which was nothing new
Except on this particular time, which was also my last time
I was in the hole and hate was all I had left
God set me free that day
He gave me a gift called Poetry
And from inside that cell
I sprouted wings and with every poem I wrote
I flew on the wings of an angel
Then out of the blue he returned my wife
Who had left me over a year before
After talking me into turning myself in
Well if I could talk to God this is what I would say:
Through the pain and tears I cried 
An evil soul laid down and died
And of the stories that soul could tell
Delivered from the pits of hell
I thank you God for the blood of your Son
That enabled my sins to be undone
For giving me the gift and desire to write
The strength inside to stand and fight
For the love of my wife as well as my kids
A way to undo all the evil I did
I am your servant may your will be done
For what once was the darkness now lives in the Son
Lord why have you given all this to me?
I try to understand but still can’t see
You are the beginning and the end of time
The keeper of love and all that’s divine
And I was evil upon two feet
Tired, lonely, broken and beat
I don’t deserve all you have given to me
Try as I might I still cannot see
But till death I’ll do all I can
To live your word and be a man
I am your servant may your will be done
For what once was the darkness now lives in he Son
Anyhow if I could talk to God
I reckon I would probably say something like that

Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2009

Details | Dramatic monologue |

Southern Love Southern hate

Southern love,  Southern hate 
they are the opposite of each other 
 I have  memories of both in the State I love dearly.

Going back to a old plantation home in the South ,
as a child I played in the many Pecan trees , collecting baskets upon baskets of fresh pecans .

the smell of fresh pies , of pecan and rhubarb , oh my Mom took the prize .

One afternoon , School was out , it was in summer  , reminisce of fresh lemonade 
My Mother called my name 'child come in here now " in the middle of the day ' 
she many times called and I would hide in this paradise full of honeysuckle and pecans .

This time the tone was one of fear , and alert , "come inside Now"
 I ran to the top of the old plantation stairs to my Mother .
I saw in the distance what seemed to be a parade in the day .

This time the parade was of people in "white sheets ' going door to door,
just like salesman they would knock , they would greet .
my Mother said " We have no time for this here " leave now , and leave fast. yours is only teachings of Discriminate .

she sent them quickly away , giving back the paper , the invite 
These people dressed in funny white  sheets .  
only later I discovered what this was about 
Your Parents do their very best , to keep any Evil out .

These people are not just from the South , they are all over the World 
Leaving me that day with no doubt . Make the choice you have , we all do
Remember Gods Children are innocent , and many a color , they could be Blue ~

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013