Best Blasphemed Poems
They gave our children mind altering
poisonous drugs to eat,
and we said thank you.
They gave our children excessive violence
and sadistic sex films to see,
and we said thank you.
They performed mutilating surgery
on our children’s' genitals, and we said
thank you.
They turned public education into
propaganda and indoctrination,
they blasphemed God and Faith,
they took away our free speech,
took away our free and fair elections,
murdered children about to be born,
telling us to bend over again
this next election --
thank you
thank you
thank you
thank you
thank you
thank you.........................................
Categories:
blasphemed, abortion, addiction, child, faith,
Form:
Free verse
I, the sleeper and dreamer
Wish for your end
Is it wrong, blasphemer?
Should I break, should you bend?
I sharpen your demise on a pencil sharpener
Peeling you away….reaching your core of lead
Should I break or should you bend?
Or can’t I just wish for my end?
There’s knives protruding from your eyes
The eyes I know are dead
The blasphemer you are will reveal where your body lies
Beneath your core of lead
I found you among the disposables
Wishing for my end
I blasphemed you and you just gave back
My pencils burning with lead
I screamed as you pierced through me
I felt it in my soul!
But I’m to blame for this masterpiece
I sharpened you with gold!
The shavings fall upon the ground
And still this dream moves on
Pierced, I fall without a sound
Until the break of dawn
I, the sleeper and dreamer
Am still pierced to this day
So I hand the pencil sharpener to you
And pray you’ll be with me
Categories:
blasphemed, angst, confusion, death, dedication,
Form:
Rhyme
She hides her heart behind misleading eyes, layered with mahogany colored armor & a cloak of insecurities, walking as the proud figure of beauty when all she really wants... is to be accepted. She is, n open book of words unread, full of dread she wished she could express but is too afraid and borders herself away from the world around her. With pearls as her microphone head, lines of poetry as its staff & a background full of instrumented blasphemed romance, attached to an undercoating of Verde. She is, misunderstood and outspoken.. &she reminds me so much of myself. The well anticipated J. Cole concert we'd all been waiting for. She is, the reincarnation of musical masterpieces played through nimble vocal cords, & she's capable of so much more.. than she'll ever truly know..
Categories:
blasphemed, art, dedication, devotion, passion,
Form:
Prose Poetry
You have been persecuted.
You have been oppressed and depressed,
Wronged and aggrieved, even violated,
And for what?
Because of gender,
Because your body lacks a certain appendage,
Your chest is more pronounced, or your voice more pleasant?
You have been slighted.
You have been affronted and blasphemed against,
Insulted and abused, your rights neglected
And why?
Because of your orientation,
Because you chose to love another man,
You’re not attracted to the same thing that men like me are?
I know you hear me,
Because we all have been disregarded.
Why have you been dismissed?
Punished and censored,
Rebuked and cast aside, sometimes battered,
Ask the world why?
Because of the color of your skin,
Because your tan does not match that of another,
Your lips are fuller and your hair has more texture.
You have been shunned.
You have been ostracized and badgered daily,
Bullyragged and junked, even tainted,
And for what?
Because of your religion,
Because you have faith in God,
You say grace or pray five times each day?
Hear me NOW!
You have been besmirched and blemished
Shackled and shattered
Crucified and cursed
But why?
Why?
Because you must persevere
You must triumph and persist
You must overcome and conquer, even rejoice
And for what?
So that the next man who loves another man
Or the next woman who feels unequal
Child that feels different
Or for the next man’s whose faith becomes fragile
For them.
For these people we suffer
We take their burden
So tomorrow they can walk with their heads high above adversity.
For their children.
So their children will know not of the experiences of these hardships.
Today we brave the senseless hatred,
Tomorrow we smile
As the next generation finds a love we were able to receive.
Today we must not judge so that tomorrow they will not judge us.
We will not be angry at those who cannot understand us,
Instead we show pity.
PITY!
We pity them,
Their incapacity to open their minds and welcome anyone who differs from them.
Today we live this day
Today we wear the garbs of misfortune
Today we live so tomorrow will not live today over
Today
TODAY!!
Categories:
blasphemed, gender, meaningful, race, religious,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
We lie to ourselves over and over again.
but it is at all to relocate the blame.
If we can’t trust ourselves who can we trust?
He was born for his blood.
Jesus Christ …
He is like no other sacrifice.
His pain is greater than birth pain,
far beyond groin pain.
The strain of humanity rested on his brain.
The offering is from everlasting,
before the fathers of the Israelites,
before feminists claimed that men believe
the source of chaos lies with women.
Blood was predetermined
before lips blasphemed;
women are the spring of complete perception,
and life.
Is he or is she the source?
“His blood is the stream of life,”
a wise woman once whispered to me, her baby boy.
I have watched mortal tongues
mock their creator’s wisdom.
In Eden, Adam sinned with his wife,
and assigned to her his fault,
and the blame continues …
but not forever;
it shall end in due time.
Who wants to be exalted above God?
Who declared that
the means to my existence is other than God?
Blurred is our vision,
elusive is our hope.
There is no child that is born without God or man.
Why is it that claims state woman to be the source of life?
If today’s woman is objectified whose fault is it
if she esteems herself as the source of knowledge and life?
The silicone, the Botox is all her choice.
Who is forgetting who is the origin of life?
Before pharaoh enslave the Israelites,
and way … before the flood
God WAS and still IS …
the source of life and love.
Categories:
blasphemed, confusionwoman,
Form:
Lyric
Once More…
(Apropos Orlando)
Once more and again
bigotry spreads
like a keloid of shame
across the face
of the promise land.
Once more
liberty and justice
proves to be
only for some—
serving Satan
in the name of God.
Once more
eschewed minds
flake death
to the tested innocent
living out
the tried truth—
their being
who they are:
children of the same God
blasphemed with desecration
of name.
Categories:
blasphemed, analogy, bereavement, discrimination, eulogy,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Nothing was tweaked when life's circle was formed
You would see speck of dark gem, microscopic, perfect!
This dark became chameleon
All voices hushed, as marriage vows were spoken
Never mind the veil, the mask, the caste
We were of sun, moon, and stardust, until
Blinding lights stalked night for more of day
Animals, too, fell prey; the God of clay blasphemed
But each morn, bold shades on earth were birth and blessed
The third child; I heard tooting of horns from two plus two
Nothing was flawed, except circle of light in mines so bright
It dared to vie, yet trembled right before the Source, electrifying it
Few forms played the Source; some stood in awe, as gentle spec
Do I care some lights reveal too much themselves?
Some will spy and vie; and deny fading to black, from whence they came
I am hidden in the dark, never knowing everything
but layers we wear, like dermis shield...
Our fragile lives return to ash
Limbs, dreams, roots; all gets trashed
But the perfect circle holds eternal fuel, for boundless spirits.
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Categories:
blasphemed, identity,
Form:
Light Verse
I sinned today
I blasphemed against
All the concepts inherent
In the supremacy of the soul
And the crowning glory of the afterlife
I asked questions
And delved into my psyche
Where I found conundrums
That fatally wound my conscience
I decided to set myself free
Free of shackles imposed by dogma
That is irrelevant to
My innate sense of fraternity
I am relived that I can now
Think of the here and now
And of me
And not of outdated philosophy
Now I am untethered
And my soul has topical value
With a limited finite lifespan
I can cherish the day I live
And worry not about
The ghost of sins past
That torment me
And which have no sense of honesty
I will rejoice
In the peace of
My new felt sensitivity
To humanity that surrounds me
And my ability to grasp new concepts
Of life
That now do not exclude me
I am becoming a saint
That walks and breathes
And who understands
Life’s meaningless complexities
That once disastrously
Decimated society
It feels good now that sin has
Comfortingly enveloped me
I can do as I do
And let the demons
Of another world abandon me
I am after all
Able to love me
Categories:
blasphemed, sin,
Form:
Verse
THE FAMOUS ONE
Let the name of JESUS CHRIST, be spoken
amongst the nations, on every tongue
The profane test this out with cursing,
relegating his HOLY NAME, like dung
Let NOT his RENOWNED NAME be blasphemed,
but with savored blessings let CHRIST be sung
11/4/2017
Modern Sijo
Categories:
blasphemed, christian,
Form:
Sijo
I've believed in you for so long
As if I was some kind of idiot
I can’t stand being so angry at you
You have helped me…. I've been crying out tears
Of shame…shame…
All of the memories spent with you
I don’t feel like I belong
I’ve let you down by my insanity
You grieved for me…but I’m too late
Watch me die…tonight…
I have so many things to look forward to…
Shadows haunt me everywhere I walk
And I feel so incomplete…running swiftly with my feet
I shake the sand off of them…
I dreamt of islands in my mind…
All of the memories spent with you
I don’t feel like I belong
I’ve not let you down by my vanity
You grieved for me…but I’m too late
Watch me die…today…
I spiral up and down…here and there…
Music purifies my ears
And I’ve lost touch of paradise
The past remains the same…same old crap all over again
It rapes my mind and puts me in a scary place
All of the memories spent with you
I don’t feel like I belong
I’ve let you down by my insanity
You grieved for me…but I’m too late
Watch me die…this time…
I roam in shadows…
and dream of red roses,
blooming gently on the palm of my hand
I belong in my own house and yet I feel like a fly, swapped on the wall
Craft me delight, God – that’s all
We all face our own fears…clothe me with Your love
From up above…
Vibrant instruments heal my soul again…
Run with me to the forest for a time…
That sweet day…that Kingdom will set us free
From blasphemed bondage
I have this pain in the bottom of my stomach…
It churns…oh it does burn…
All of the memories spent with you
I don’t feel like I belong
I’ve let you down by my insanity
You grieved for me…but I'm in a clean slate
Watch me reach to paradise road
Categories:
blasphemed, beauty, courage, dedication,
Form:
Lyric
Into the oceans eye of weather storm, my thoughts drown,
stumbling each, upon each other’s trailing synapse falling;
and I admit occasional trip to somehow set them down;
a forceful fitful leisure unbeknown.
A silent sound at times to overwhelm and sit beside me
in this madness moment, baffled.
Stuffed and stuffing to overflow my good neighbors air
portioning me a couplet or two to share.
And I shall drink til drunk and think til thunk
and when tis done will mortify no more.
The blasphemed eye removed to backward stare
as I shall know my counterpart with part of every hair.
For I am the mirror of my soul and the countenance contained
in every star; beads of every slow collected jar.
The stones upon the shore all bear my name.
I am the air between each tongue of flame
and I am the flame between each draft of air.
I feel such grounded freedom as my soul alights to soar.
See with inward eye the knowing pearl to pour
Outward stretch my own return.
No boundaries must I learn.
For every tear the ocean’s cry, I think to pause
for do we not in all our wonder,
All our haste and pristine beauty;
Seek outward all effect with inward cause.
I kiss the tears the ocean cries to salt the wounds
of my goodbyes and hesitate to breathe one breath
for all the singled glories passing, as do I, in death.
Categories:
blasphemed, feelings, introspection, life, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
Never-ending aftershocks of yesterday’s tomorrow has settled in my mind’s eye…there’s so much out there to look forward to…I’d rather not die, but indeed, I must live to see the light of day take wing from on high! Cleanse me with your hope, oh Lord of Accord and you are so perfectly imperfect to me…and you shine bright like a diamond in the cave and you mirror my pain with healing, crystal-clear rain! I’m out of my mind in the past, present and future…what’s my fate? What is there in store for me? Why do I hestitate? I hesitate for the sake of Your honor-packed jubilance, not his blasphemed envy! Good news (It’s intriguing! Very!) – I’m suriving and still standing tall; bad news (nothing brand-new or exciting really): I failed the test with a F- for failure to the extreme…your sub-zero eyes see right through me and I can feel the coals heating up in my heart! I’m mad to begin with and I’m sick of breaking apart! Deplorable Reality’s strategic tragedy stings like billion’s of buzzin’ busy bees out of their honey dens or hives! Deal with the cards, roll the dice. Feel my words – you’re my livin’ sacrifice! We need a happily ever after after all! Deplorable Reality’s strategic tragedy stings like billion’s of buzzin’ busy bees out of their honey dens or hives! You kill’d me inside and out and I won’t pout like a child, running about! You killed me with your lonesome song and I have no slight doubt about that, if you know what I am speaking of no doubt! Are you damaged by your suicidal depression? Do you have any clue what I’ve been through? Deplorable Reality’s strategic tragedy stings like billion’s of buzzin’ busy bees out of their honey dens or hives! I am a money saver, but a worthless beggar or an ungrateful waster OR a real big spender ~ I don’t mean to offend a single soul or drive anyone insane in any way, shape or form…I am just telling you the truth straight out of my brain while I lay down and type this verse up in my solitary, yet unique, wild and stunning-blue dorm…avoiding a bee swarm like escaping a windstorm with stingers flying all around me every direction I turn! Every angle I watch, there is danger looking at me straight in the eyes…replicating the death stare of the Lord of the Flies…my hope and faith withers and dries like a weed, left in the sun…pulled up from the ground by the gardener himself…rotting away…today…
Categories:
blasphemed, angst, beauty, betrayal, change,
Form:
Acrostic
If they say, "He's over here!"
Or "Look! He's over there!"
Don't believe it... even if
An angel should announce
That he's is in the east or west.
Jesus has come and gone
And will come again very soon.
The sky will roll back like a scroll;
A trumpet and arch angel's voice
Will sound; then, the reapers
Will gather the chosen few,
Those who will soon disappear.
But other Jesus' have risen today.
They declare themselves God
And lead their sects for sex
Or other pleasure and power.
They have blasphemed Christ
And failed at wilderness temptations.
They isolate their followers in camps
And lead some to premature death.
They receive the Almighty's worship;
Yet, everyone has freedom of speech.
However, no one has the right to identity theft.
Categories:
blasphemed, death, education, family, life,
Form:
Free verse
Climate change became a World
Popular song sung by millions
Of people who are praising
The scientists, mediums,
Wizards and ignoring
Prophets of most
High God.
Was the climate change the reason
Of the recent disaster in Brazil?
When some blasphemous blasphemed
The Lord in some part of Brazil recently,
God got angry and sent heavy
Rains and strong winds which caused
More floods, many people, animals
And things were destroyed.
It was so easy for millions
Of people to understand the cause
Of the disasters which hit Brazilians
Two days after blaspheming the Lord,
But they found very hard to understand
The origin of many disasters which always
Hit the USA and some other countries.
If it is not God the origin of those disasters
Who else always brought those terrible
Winds which had been given names
By some scientists in the World?
The world is really scammed
Standing on millions tricks
Of some professional intelligent crooks
Who are part of the World 's controllers.
When God wanted to destroy Nineveh
Jonah was sent to the King with the message
King heard the prophecy,
Followed the instructions of God
And they were saved.
How many prophets spoke
About the anger of God and the disasters
To come because of disrespecting God.
Many people are lied, continue to sing
"Climate Change" and forgeting
about the punishment of God
because of their billions wrong-
deeds which continue frustrating
the Creator.
Leaders of World ,
It is time to turn back to God
And stop some diabolical worships
Which always pushed God to prove
His anger against many people.
April 09/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
Categories:
blasphemed, bible, crush, cry, evil,
Form:
Free verse
Just listen and understand…
I had to do it!
It hurts, it really hurts.
There, where no balm can be applied;
So deep a wound that bleeds through eyes;
Loin constricts and knees collapse.
In the dark I’m to lick my bruises, forever.
But, just listen and understand…
I had to do it!
For the sake of pride,
For the sake of self-respect;
More so, for we are human not God,
More so, for we are women not men.
Reflect upon my dearest of what we endured.
So, listen and understand…
I had to do it!
I died a million times when we parted
But you killed me with one blame,
however lame today it does sound.
You cursed the purity of siblings’ blood
And blasphemed our holy spirit.
Please, listen and understand…
I had to do it!
Severe my relation with you.
Not a day gone when I did not think
Of our baby that you’ve been.
Judge me as you may now,
I still love you so dearly.
For contest: If it hurts so bad, why do we do it? Silent One
Date: 14/06/16
2nd place, Glory
Categories:
blasphemed, absence, confusion, cry, heartbreak,
Form:
Free verse