Best Avenged Poems
No other choice
as my shadow schemes in the sand,
lone cries on lovelorn wings give grief heart’s voice
over scorned wedding band.
Sandcastles are crumbled in undertow’s deceit,
longing and revenge; a million grains ‘neath my feet.
Avenged by briny blue’s retreat,
illusions built too closely to tide’s edge rejoice.
Susan Ashley
June 14, 2019
~ Fourth Place ~
Contest: Writing Challenge, June 2019, Crumbling Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Dear Heart
For the precious little unborn souls - in the womb
But not given their chance to suck in the Breath of Life
To find their way through the dusty storms of experience
And to grow and blossom
Into the lovely beings they were meant to be
.....Will there be Justice for them.....
For the families of people murdered - unjust destruction of life
Caused by those whose cruelty and selfishness knows no bounds
Waiting with empty hope for the peace they deserve
To see their loved ones avenged through a system
Set up to help those who caused so much hurt - the searing pain
.....Where is the Justice for them.....
For the children caught up in the insanity of abuse
Their bodies and souls raped; their hearts starved for the love
And the affection that should be theirs - the wait
For the systems that are supposed to rescue them - and yet
They are returned to those who hurt them the most - and then they die
.....Was there Justice for them.....
For the innumerable and wretched poor, needy and oppressed of the Earth
Who are always with us - deliberately kept that way on purpose
By those whose greed has bled the Planet dry
With their hoarding of wealth, riches and unbounded excesses
Cold compassion - forcing the poor to help the poor
Ignoring the request of our Creator - To Share
.....And Justice For All?
Not Yet!
SOMEDAY.....
Is this the foothold you sought
when love decayed and left you wanting?
Avenged in miniscule degrees, each vindicated
moment a trivial gilded victory...
The stars align in nonsensical patterns
incouraging this gazer to find
fascination in fabricated Andromeda flirting.
Sweeping up shreds of delight to amass
a semblance of happiness melded
together with lint and common dust~~
We wont discard this...the loveliest
loving we know....a taste of wine
for the deprived and ignorant.
blissfully swirling this singular sip allotted
...mindful not to spit, but relish it.
This sun will suit the pale skin
from abandoned rainy days present and forever.
Not fully basking but splashing past blinds
in a dark house as we ran back and forth
to know the warmth from these sparing, yet splendid, beams.
Always the starved will be longing,
chasing the sated-the heartfilled complacent,
an impossible seperation, upstairs to basement.
No empty lust filled affair could ever replace it
...but must suffice today, as we are just so
...Hungry
I hear it though a friend
and my knees begin to bend.
"It's Sasha"
My eyes grow,
the world begins to slow.
my heart stops beating
logic is fleeting
Hands quiver,
a gut-wrenching thought
clings hold in my chest
Vision blurrs,
tears well up,
lungs get tight.
8 pills she took
for hope she forsook.
Not one word on her pain
I was cluless again.
Failure floods my lungs
I seem to have lost my tongue
feet slowly plodding foward,
the little left of my mind disordered.
Words fail me
why didn't I foresee.
Knowing she is alive,
makes some fear deprive.
Too much unknown
the worry has grown.
England is her land.
and stuck, here I stand.*
I wish to reach across the sea
and tell you how okay it will be.
To wrap my arms around you
and make the pain undo
you from its tight grasp
all day your on my mind
hoping for some refuge you'll find.
craving to alter the past
wondering the possible contrast.
I could've done more
to express that you are cared for.
to show your not alone.
If only i'd known.
Sasha.
you are beautiful
you are smart
you are silly
you are playful
you are caring
you are adorable
you are honest
you are a sister to me
your laugh makes everyone smile
you are sensitive
yet you are strong
you are pure as an angel
yet wings tainted from pain**
you lift others up.
no matter your down.
If my words cant reach,
then strain I beseech.
you aren't alone
we love you down to the bone.
And nothing can change that.
Sweet
Adorable
Sensitive
Honest
Affectionate
Even the stronest flower
must rest it's petals.
Just remember
there is a time
for you to open again.
Moonlight glistening off the dew
resting on your reborn arms.
nothing as beautiful as you can stay hidden forever.
so let us in,
let us warm you from the freeze,
let us help you streach you weary leaves.
Sasha,
We all care about you.
and we are all here for you.
you will never be alone in this,
all you must do is reach out,
and you will find arms waiting to catch you
from your fall.
You are stong
You can do this.
I love you flower.
I love you Sasha.
{*So far away- Avenged Sevenfold}
{** Angels fall by Breaking Benjamin}
Take this pain,
Take it all away.
Take my life, I don't care to see another day.
Take your apologies. Take them to someone who cares.
Take this pain,
Take it away.
Take this knife, take my life...
Take this blade,slide it across my wrist.
Take this pain away for this is my dying wish.
Take my body gently lay it down.As the blood flow starts,
take my memory and with it never part.
Take these words as i promise my revenge, my death will be avenged.
As though a mystery to the mind, loved one's will soon find that you are the
reason for
my early depart.
My killer was you........For you were the one who put the pain in my heart!!
Trodden down and beaten out,
That is me for you and whole of the world.
While inside me I still shout,
"Wait to see my rage unfurled".
Since long have I been messed and marred,
Raped, ravaged, killed and scavenged.
Undaunted still I have dared
To get all those wrongs avenged.
Bearing flogs on bloodstained backs,
With burning tyres around the neck.
So many times those malignant knacks
Have left me shambling, a complete wreck.
Withered soul and parched hopes,
My modesty clad only in tatters.
Around dark corners my soul gropes
To think that all this hardly matters.
You want to know who I am,
And I shall tell you in good time.
I have been robbed from grave to pram,
For neither reason nor rhyme.
When wars were fought and lives were lost,
When men decided these were needs.
My heart was caught in unthawed frost
My being collapsed under those deeds.
Hiroshima could not finish me,
Nor could any bloody apartheid.
I shall stay and forever be
And rise forever from the dead.
Changing world and changing days,
Can only hurt me and hurt me more.
But these can never mend my ways,
For I shall rise in full galore.
The planet sways under your weight,
And nature collapses under your feet.
But I conspire to keep you straight,
And cajole you to a quiet retreat.
Pained I am that you call yourselves human,
And yet carefully deign to forget me.
Yet I shall redeem the bestial and inhuman,
For I am the phoenix called 'HUMANITY'.
I grew up in the rockin 60’s
Everything back then was new
Rock ‘n’ roll and Chevy’s
There wasn’t anything we couldn’t do
Hot rod Fords and street drag races
The girls wearing cashmere sweaters
The thrill of youth that showed on faces
That easily laughed at serious matters
Saturday night sock hop dances
Slow dancing with your steady girl
Sneaking a glance at other girls
Thinking maybe next, I will give her whirl
Oh, we had our gangs, punks and hoods
But everything was settled just by fists
Honor was always avenged, as well it should
But black eyes topped the list, not death
Mellow days and careless nights
Drive-in movies, who watched the show?
The heavy petting, and then the fights
“You’re my steady, but that far I won’t go”
The slow drive back to take her home
The sweet goodnight kiss outside her door
The promise that I would never roam
The secret wish she would give me more
Life was tough, and hard to take back then
Or so we thought, but soon would learn
Boys grow up, becoming men
Go places where men die, and bodies burn
It all happened so suddenly
A heartbeat, a blink of the eye
It all happened so viciously
One day to live, next day to die
High school grads, college illusions
Hot rod Fords, and street drag races
And then began the Western Union
“We Regret….” were all the traces
Left of lives that once lived for life
Those that did come home to peace
Now live with lives full of strife
And only wish the pain would cease
Villanelle: The dilemma of the non-violent – 2
Villanelle: The dilemma of the non-violent – 2
The formal war according to ancient rules
The pitted hosts convened on common ground
Till the last man drops or takes to his heels
Pandavas* Kauravas* on Kurukshetra fields
Victim serfs spiral eddy underground
The formal war according to ancient rules
Ceasar’s murder avenged on Philippi hills
Who but Anthony would wear Brutus’ crown
Till the last man drops or takes to his heels
Would Krishna’s advice suit glorious fools
Where would todays’s Police victims lone stand
The formal war according to ancient rules
Raison d’Etat sprouts spikes on Police bulls
Would Matador face dead toro rule-bound
Till the last man drops or takes to his heels
When cowards anonymous cloak their jowls
Under Ku Klux Klan racist Police command
The formal war according to ancient rules
Till the last man drops or takes to his heels
°Pandavas and Kauravas: opposing forces in the Hindu epic Mahabharatha (Great War), related by blood
and fighting for the anomaly of succession to the same throne. The Bhagavad Gita (Song of God) is part of this epic poem, the longest to date.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
My heart is closed and will never open again, because it have been hurt it have been stifled
by whom? a girl I thought was precious to me, played me and tarnish my heart and reputation
I know it is not right for revenge but for the fortunate things I have done for her
will not go in thoughts or memories but will surely be avenged
she broke my heart
she threw away my love
I thought she was my desire
she who I aspire
love sometimes can be a heart-ache but what she have done to me should be termed as cruelty, sadness
which have lead my love in darkness
never to love again
from here my love has decayed "HOOPS" it has rotten, vanquish never again to return to the bright light
a love that has now hidden behind a shield, can you believe this? so many times have been wasted
for who?
a girl who used my love for her own purpose
my love was just for her
just for her
and look what happen I am in pain
a loss received no gain
it's over the truth is no longer concealed your lying has now been revealed
do you know how I really feel?
a heart broken
a love that will never be the same
shove away by you in disgrace and shamed, all along you were using me as your toy, your little puppet
your self-driven casino game, there is no one to blame
but myself
who became blind by love from the beginning
and was quite foolish to see this not coming, you rip my heart apart
then you quickly took away yourself like a plane you depart
you broke my heart when the moving vehicles collide
which signaled that your fake love would slide
from the start you knew what you were doing you slowly plan a plot
and quickly took your stride
yes! you have surely won, you have taken away my pride
GOODBYE! it's sad to know my love has died.
Demeter Edwards
Avenged adult world
Fishy funny kids’ play world
The saturnine feast.
Sorcerous* Nox night
Lone places yawn hell pervades
global fun-disease
Ghosts grovel and then wolves weep
Goblins grin skeletons sway
Thus the streets savaged
*********
* Roman goddess of night
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Date: 28th Sept'13
Dr. Ram Mehta
Contest: Everything Halloween by Russell Sivey
If you make a vow to the Lord your God, you shall not delay fulfilling it, for the Lord your God will surely require it of you, and you will be guilty of sin. But if you refrain from vowing, you will not be guilty of sin. You shall be careful to do what has passed your lips, for you have voluntarily vowed to the Lord your God what you have promised with your mouth.
— Deuteronomy 23:21-23
Are our vows sacred? Are we hasty with our lips? One should not be caught up in a snare…do we dare trust our tongue to promises? Is the fruit of our womb deemed precious such that we ponder our words so we do not bruise the fruit?
— the poet
Jephthah’s Daughter
Leave me alone so that I may weep with my friends.
For two months I will proclaim, “I will never marry.”
My father in victory leads. God avenged his enemies.
But Jephthah made a vow, that after a victorious return
whatever comes out of the door of his house will burn
as an offering to the Lord. Oaths made were kept.
So I will not quarrel with him or say, “How could you?”
I came out to meet him, dancing and with tambourines.
He tarried not in telling me of his misery and vow.
This unmarried virgin merely asked for time to grieve,
for God of all gave the Ammonites into my father’s hands.
Each year the daughters of Israel commemorate
the virgin who was left alone to weep with her friends.
11/20/2021
Wasn't Robin Hood born with noble blood,
what made him betray royalty?
He had a grudge against Prince John!
As a bodyguard, he was loyal
to King Richard, but despised
the greedy and unfair Sheriff.
According to English folklore:
he was an outlaw, a skilled archer,
he became a legend in his own town.
I doubt if any Englishman of the era,
would remember him as their own
if he hadn't been the selfless one,
taking everything from the filthy rich,
who daily engaged in a-eat-drink-binge,
he gave all back to the starving poor.
Had he not taken their side and avenged,
the peasants would have felt anger
and fought against him and his King.
Now, see Robin Hood in a different light:
lacking humor, grit and self-confidence,
not feeling compassion for the lowly
who cultivated farms and provided swine,
bread and wine for those royal tables.
He could have threatened them with vile words,
" Give me all your grains, vegetables and fruits;
your fowls, your chickens and pigs for my banquet! "
Load them on my wagon, don't hesitate and refuse:
my arrows don't miss targets, save your lives! "
And with intimidation they would appease him.
But Mariam would rise from her grave protesting,
" My husband isn't a villain as you describe him,
he saved my king and my father and tried to save me
from Guy of Gisbournue! Hail to him who revenged
many injustices in favor of the ones who trembled
at clanking swords! Hail to him who reunited England! "
Brutus Iulius Trois Page 05
Loud laughed Pandrasus Hear the mice roar
yet stubborn Pandrasus swiftly gave chase
over the high mountain, through the deep forest
so easily he fell to the trap Brutus had laid
on Achelous's banks Brutus did ambush the king
Brutus standing tall looked down at Pandrasus
Pandrasus said Brutus Irony is fates game
Greek oppression rebuilt my nation
in truth you Pandrasus built my wooden horse
Metrophanes , a grandchild of great Priam
by Imbrius's widow, the captive Medesicaste
Crowned Brutus with a Laurel wreath
shouting in Greek, Hail Brutus the new Pandrasus
repeating in the Trojan tongue -hail The new Pendragon
Long may he rule over all of Chaonia
Brutus pulled off the wreath, not even by conquest is this land mine.
Greek soil is too bitter to nurture Trojan Roots
I would wash even my sandals in the sea and return to Troy
No shouted Linus one of the half blooded
I speak now for many men present
full blood, half blood we all bled for you
Our families were Trojans but Troy is no more.
Brutus! we have avenged the Trojan shame
Brutus! our wives, our children are Greek
we are not Argonauts to sail after adventure
we are not Trojans who fled from defeat
we are like the great warrior Ulysses
reluctant to leave home even for war
but stout fighters all and we are the victors
Brutus! we are Trojans only in name.
Assaracus grandson of Helenus crossed to the fore
Linus I led these enslaved sons before your birth
I gave Brutus the sword which cut our bonds
for brave Linus I also feared to use it.
My mother was Trojan My father Greek
I loved both must I choose between them?
Brutus the Trojan, Linus the Greek must I choose?
We are as a new nation, a new people
the old Phoenix dies as the new Phoenix soars
above the flames of its fathers funeral pyre
Aeneas, Ulysses, now Brutus were exiles
let our new people follow the new Pendragon home.
Intended as a soliloquy
Could this man have been a killer?
In dark pursuit of ones demise.
Steadfast vengeance as my pillar
Consumed resolve, no compromise.
No greater gift, there is but life
Yet blood stained hands I seek to claim.
A placid lamb now armed with knife
Purloined harmony has enflamed.
Now here I tread upon the hunt
Within a stones throw of my prey
Eye for an eye he must confront
I close my own for strength this day.
Lost memories do flood my mind
Those better times before the grey.
Family joy long since declined
Emotions spilt in disarray.
He’s seen me now I’ve broken stealth
Instead of fear I see his mirth.
I can’t claim back what was my wealth
Yet I return him to the earth.
What creature have I just become?
Bound to bitterly seek revenge.
I sought rapture, instead I’m numb
My daughters death I have avenged.
1st August 2016
*fictional however I sought a
motive that would induce a
parent to kill.
WWII has been over for 66 years &
for some reason those responsible for the production of captain america: the first avenger
think that now is a good time to bring back a douche bag
who was originally called “super american”
by his creator, joe simon
(an obviously generic label amongst all the other “super” heroes that was even too much
for the morons at marvel to run with),
& so the captain was born
because
“there weren’t a lot of captains” in comics.
originally this super american punched
hitler in the face & sold almost a million
copies when that first march 1941 issue
hit the newsstands,
capitalizing on a war fervor that was
explosive in the US before pearl harbor had
even been attacked---
super american & his sidekick “bucky” went
on to fight more nazis & the japanese until
bucky died & was replace by “betsy ross,”
the super american’s fbi agent girlfriend---
modeled on the woman who is said to have
sewn the first american flag, betsy did not revive
the dying series,
mainly because the nationalism that was burning bright
during “the great war”
had burnt out during the cold war period &
so the captain & his flag sewing girlfriend ended up
ceasing after 75 issues,
by which time the whole fiasco had been retitled
captain america’s weird tales---
such justice doesn’t happen often,
it is a shame that it took 75 issues to bring it
about.
now that this new film is about to be release out into the world,
given the state of america’s wonderful reputation
(a bit different than in 1941) as the world’s policeman
who stops at nothing to rape this planet of its natural resources,
squeezing every last drop into its own mouth,
one might wonder how the producers of this film expected to
bring in a dime---
isn’t it bad enough that bombs, troops & drones are storming into
other countries?
now we have to throw it up on the silver screen as well?
it turns out that the film’s title is to be changed for release in
russia, south korea & the ukraine
to only the first avenger.
just what exactly is this super american avenging now?
it seems that now the big
bad
boogeyman
is
us & if there was anyone to be
avenged,
it would be
those that we have stomped on,
those that we continue to stomp on &
those
who we plan on stomping on in the future.