Best Badness Poems
Some of us are secretive at first. We hide our poetry’s soul self,
gently letting her peep out; sometimes regretting it immediately.
Fearful of critiques from people who do not understand that poetry
is something we are compelled and born to do with our feelings.
Your diary entries may form themselves into goodness or badness
before you realize your calling as a poet.
Truths shockingly ooze out, surprising you.
Feelings creep out onto a page, in loud angry letters,
or romantic feelings daintily brush onto a crisp lined page
in the form of sweetness and light.
You are a word player, because you cannot
stop this obsession, but it does not define you.
This poetry gig is but a glimmer of a glimpse of yourself.
You might be a caregiver, or a wonderful friend.
People who count on your smile every day may not realize
you have a love affair with words, and an obsession to write them.
We are each a unique jewel, mined from God’s mind.
Poetry may initiate a whisper of a tiny facet of ourselves,
but our secrets are safe. We not merely poets. We are lovers
of life, and words. Most importantly, we remain gloriously hidden
and unknown to most.
Written 12-20-18 Contest: You Are Not Defined by Poetry
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Categories:
badness, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
writing is my therapy.
she releases feelings in me nothing else releases
I do not even care if it is poetry,
it is the feeling i seek,
she is my friend, she cares not what words I use,
she releases my sadness, my madness, and every day badness.
she eliminates my gloomy days,
she excites me, encourages me, and uplifts me
she makes me happy, joyful, she keeps me moving,
she keeps me wanting to live.
she makes me feel playful,
she increases my enthusiasm,
she is a compulsion.
I cannot desert her, any more than she can desert me.
we have become one, she and I.
She is my tribe.
She is my advocate.
She has replaced my friends,
because she is my bestie.
writing is my therapy.
Categories:
badness, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
Being human there is the stronger urge
That inborn desire towards good
Or the diversion towards badness
Our innate inborn capacity for good
Equals our divergence towards badness
The Lord searches the souls of men
Examining intent and purpose
Man is mostly inclined towards evil
No one is good except the father
Not one desires righteousness
The Lord is not tempted by the flesh
Nor is he a son of man in need of redemption
But man is flesh and spirit- the two
Constantly at cross-purpose and loggerheads
Goodness or badness.. choice and circumstances
Categories:
badness, faith, inspiration, inspirational, words,
Form:
Blank verse
A swirling gold wind
Speckles of dust
I thrust my neck in to feel this
I am bewildered, a smothered vine
floating into the ending
but I want to fight
Want to get up and break knuckles and limbs
to spread seeds
and say I mattered
This is the time we’ll remember and I can’t forget
that man on the corner
How we’re all allowed dreams
and those who shatter
are lessons for those who haven’t slept yet
I’m closing eyes to remember the fabric
of the depth of Godliness
The heat in my chest, the badness
And I’m weighing the contents of time to find
where I should be standing
Tightroping on the thin line before it’s enough
and my promises are voided as bluff
I’m mourning
Wailing against the sepulcher of my birth
The tomb of my purpose
And the dead leaves that surround the contents of my body
are ‘raptured’
There is no more time
We’re weeping in the instant we begin again
But they have left us
with our own salvation in our hands
and nowhere to go
No peace to find sleep
Good mourning
Categories:
badness, death, time,
Form:
Free verse
One man, one bomb, packed with rusty nuts and bolts
He bides his time, picks his spot and halts
Then detonates a foyer, full of mums and dads and kids
Who are blown apart, blown asunder, blown to little bits
Manchester, England, 2017, do I like Muslims or do I dream
Two men, two knifes, a soldier walking home attacked
Beheaded on the street and with machete’s hacked
Calmly, two men wait and joke with stunned passers by
Behind them, on the floor a headless man did die
London, England, 2013, do I like Muslims or do I dream
Three men, a car, with pockets full of knives
Stabbing indiscriminately, eight people lost their lives
The police were quickly on the scene, the men shot dead, where they stood
Another brutal terror attack and the streets were stained with blood
London, England, 2017, do I like Muslims or do I dream
Three examples, horrible but are all Muslims full of badness
The answer simply No, they shared the grief and sadness
For those that lost their lives from the few with bombs and knifes
Now Hammed and his children are scared to walk the street
With abuse and scorn hurled at them, from everyone they meet
Mohamed took no part in this, he is sickened just like we
But a few have hardened life for the Muslim community
England 2017, do I like Muslims or do I dream
Leave the people alone, let the people be
They believe in their god, just like you and me
Categories:
badness, conflict, faith, religion,
Form:
Rhyme
Your rod is not for signs my brother...
Stop looking for red seas to divide...
It should be the trophy of your bride...
That other sister need not to bother...
The pie between your thigh is priceless...
serving it cheaply to mark a moment
may lead to a lifetime of tearful torment...
Lose not your worth, Your royal badness.
Rash rodents seek sweet holes to plunder...
Let them not mess your milky mountains...
Some pies are pools from filthy fountains...
Let them put your heart and soul asunder...
I really believe that safe sex is sweet...
it makes real relationships romantic...
yet it does not make marriage realistic...
Safe hearts reduce stray dogs on the street.
No sex is really safe outside marriage...
some lovers often turn to lousy losers...
cheaters were one loyal skirt chasers...
Sex cannot save slaves from bondage
Categories:
badness, abortion, abuse, lust, relationship,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
EACH THING SUPPORTED BY INCERTITUDE
MERELY SMALL OR LARGELY BIG
EACH THING AT OCCASIONS IN MULTITUDE
SILENTLY THE SADNESS DIG
THE ASSISTANCE OF BRAIN
THE THUMPING OF HEART
CAN'T STOP ITS REIGN
WHICH CREATE GRIEF AS AN ART
ALAS! I M THE VICTIM NOW
AND FEEL HELPLESS INDEED
WANT TO ESCAPE BUT HOW?
AS IN MY OWN MIND IT BREED
I WAS JOVIAL, I WAS BLISSFUL
BUT NOW LOOK AT MY CREATURE
ALL IMAGINARY ALL FANCIFUL
MADNESS AND BADNESS PREACHER
IS GRIEF TO ENJOY
OR TO FEEL GLOOMY, DULL AND DIE
OR ACCEPT IT AS AN ACT OF JOY
BUT HOW? WATER IS IN MY EYE.
Categories:
badness, passion, philosophy,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
For my sins and everything I ever did or sought to be,
Contempt and dying to be clever in unfathomed pools of sadness,
I plumbed each depth and splashed the ether, oscillated shakily,
Strapped to dark beliefs and definitions, all I gleaned of me was badness.
In my heart I hoarded secrets, guarded, gloated jealously,
Something touched quiescent feelings, split the stone upon the grave;
Resurrected dead ambitions with a Lazarus decree
And in doing so, in side-effect, unearthed a soul to save.
You did nothing of importance, so you reckoned pensively,
But if not for you, at close of play, I would have stayed the same;
Doing penance, going nowhere, shooting blanks haphazardly
In a thermos of reflection with nowhere to lay the blame.
In the dusky tones of evensong a plaintive melody
Croons through mazes in my image and exalts together days;
So perhaps, by your sweet process, you brought out the best in me,
And therein must lie the truth, that what we had has worked both ways.
Categories:
badness, introspection, life, loss, lost
Form:
Verse
she reaches behind the smokescreen
of her sunken eyed curtain veils
films of tears void of translucence
stoke reminiscent ashes that trace
another blinding thick-skinned defeat
hidden by camouflage and smears
touched up campaigns of bravery
her retinas a web of hallucinations
illusion delusion cataracts and dreams
stirred but not entirely shaken as
she reaches for another glass to empty
while numbness mixes with mirages
of victory over hits and misses
on battle lines of reconstruction
a palisade and shield from truth
her sentience slips into severance
from memories epiphanies and falls
from grace as she applauds the circus clown
and crazy court jester she became to be
in sadness badness insanity while
holding on to fragmented shards
screeching on the palette of many
a brush with fate curses and agony
she is a survivor of abuse and violence
exploitation and deliberate transgressions
and reaches deeply into her resolve
to allocate anger to where it belongs
instead of blaming her own kindness
she lifts the olive branch closer
to her tumbler spits out the hemlock
and trusts that tears will dry
once excoriations have dried up
until then she is not the drunkard
she is made out to be by sycophants
and hypocrites who spiked her
drink of life but merely coping
for the moment and longing for solutions
29th July 2021
Categories:
badness, courage,
Form:
Free verse
I am he ..your lord above
I gift you life...and give you love.
And just as easy I can take away
In deaths arriving your lifestyle decay.
But I am he....the God of sin
And I can steal your deepest thoughts within.
For instance am he the devil too
But also God of heavensilence skies so blue
So my warning to you with words of vision
I let you into the my secrets of the life ro you ive given.
Be kind and true to yourself and others
And take example from the earth's being lyrics mothers
Whom nurture care and give there very all
To their gifted children kept within the hearts high wall.
The challenges faced in lifes anot uphill struggle
To see how you cope with circumstances Inot the life you juggle
So be the best you can to all
Don't be a badNess in your downfall
Treat others as you'd like to be treated
And rewards will come when evil sins been cheated
Remember dearly those words I've spoken
If you stand a chance in deaths departing to be forgiven
And with these words I say to you
I wish you wealth and happiness in the paths you pursue
BY ANNA SABRINA TATE 09TH OCTOBER 2019.
Categories:
badness, angel, blessing, courage, creation,
Form:
Blank verse
When did the devil collect
Every soul that's in his debt
Cursing us with evil gloominess
Darkness hatred and the doomness
That's been flooding this whole world
We need to capture it and hurl
Every badness back to hell
Cementing it shut, I can tell
It's going to take quite a while
To get this world back the style
We forgot it had before
Lets open up the door
To the heavens up above
So it can help us push and shove
All the negativity
Back down deep where it should be
Lets not give up any hope
I know its been heard to cope
With the world and all its hatred
No longer will humans take this
One by one and day by day
We can make it go away
Bury it deep for good
Peace will flood each neighborhood
Categories:
badness, anger, change, peace, world,
Form:
Rhyme
Goodbye cruel world!
I won't miss you when you are gone.
I'm looking for a better place,
Where I feel like I belong.
Goodbye cruel world!
I'm not sorry you have to go.
I'm looking for the time,
when only love and peace will grow
Goodbye cruel world!
I won't miss all of your violence.
When finally joy reigns supreme,
And all hatred will be silenced.
Goodbye cruel world!
Good riddance to all your badness.
There is an end in sight,
to all mourning, pain and sadness
Goodbye cruel world!
So long to you and your ruler.
Be happy your judgement day,
doesn't come any sooner.
Goodbye cruel world!
I won't miss your evil ways.
God's Kingdom is at hand,
His new world is here to stay.
John Derek Hamilton December 08,2014
Categories:
badness, christian, encouraging, faith, goodbye,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
The earth is round,
Brightness doesn't reach all around.
Just wait until the earth rotates,
You will soon see the light as its never too late.
Don't chase the brightness,
Or you will end up touching darkness.
Just wait until the earth rotates,
You will soon see the light as its never too late.
Don't crib for happiness,
God has made world with goodness and badness.
We can't change the course,
Just wait and believe in your inner force.
Categories:
badness, earth, emotions, feelings, life,
Form:
Rhyme
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I sit at my bench again,
this whole scene is getting old.
Same old sinners skulking in,
same defense a trillion-fold.
Now the room fills up with steam.
Next, flames shoot up through the grate.
I'm so bored I want to scream!
Here's the part I really hate...
Blah, blah, blah, "I beg you, sir,"
"Tell Him there's been a mistake..."
Ugh! Stop drooling on my fur!
YOU'LL be burning at the stake.
I've been doing this so long,
I forgot when it began.
Sentencing the endless throng
of the very worst of man.
NEXT...! Let's go - don't hold the line,
I've got legions more to see.
Quicksand. Sharks. Irate canine...
Punishment is up to me.
Used to be I really dug
civic aspects of this job,
now I just want to unplug
from this whole unholy mob.
What if men just acted right?
What if more went UP, than down?
Maybe I'd take off a night...
or perhaps go out of town...
Wait - did I just have that thought?
Oh my badness, I'm not well...
Feel my head - am I still hot?!
...Guess there ARE cold days in hell!
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Categories:
badness, business, fire, humorous, sick,
Form:
Rhyme
I am on the path where my fears
are capturing my hearts braveness
I am on a way where my tears
Are flowing to cover my hidden talents
The way where I am getting darkness
But still my soul says
That's the only path to overcome badness
Of the envy hate and superiority
The path is making me non existent
Yet making me independent
Unknowing the beauty of its extent
I am walking in this path of destruction
The way is leading me to the inner blackness
To discover the inner stranger
Holding all the grudges under brightness
To make me perfect for society
The inner dark self
Radiant yet pitch black
Making mr realize
I am on path of self discovery
Categories:
badness, 11th grade, anxiety, emotions,
Form:
Free verse