Best Carnage Poems
ROAD CARNAGE
It was on early Monday, when a car ran into a truck,
It ran into a stationery truck, and they had no luck,
It was a ghastly accident, the four died on spot,
“They all died drunk,” said the report.
The Monday incident, was still fresh in our minds,
When on Tuesday noon, a new one got into our minds,
There was a collision, eight injured, six died on spot,
“The driver was overtaking on a bend,” said the report.
The Tuesday incident, was not yet forgotten,
When on Wednesday evening, another one claimed ten,
It had lost control, downhill it rolled, and all died on spot,
“ It was over -speeding,” said the report.
It was a black Thursday, one to be remembered,
The kids were relaxed, who knew they were endangered?
The truck ran into their van, twelve innocent souls lost on spot!
“The truck’s breaking system had failed,” said the report.
Friday came in, and left not without a soul,
A pedestrian lost his soul,
He had looked left and right, then met his death on spot,
“Why had he avoided the fly over?” Questioned the report.
Saturday was here, it had rained heavily,
Bridges were swept away, and others wrecked badly,
A lorry was carried away, and three lost on spot,
“He was driving across the flooded road,” said the report.
It was Sunday afternoon, when a car hit an electric pole,
All wondered,” he just drove into a stationery pole!”
Two broke their spinal cord, one died on spot,
“A cell-phone was in the driver’s hand,” said the report.
Every moment of each day, a life is lost,
Before we recover, another soul is lost,
Not due to the state of our poor roads,
But due to the poor state of our heads.
Above the clouds are buffalo aplenty
Shot by whites as Native Americans cried
The tribes made use of all portions of their prey
European settlers only sought their hides
Palin bragged of killing moose as a young child
Did this tough meat truly feed her family
Perhaps their heads were displayed o’er a fireplace
And Palin’s explanation -- chicanery
A dozen ducks once roamed a wooded forest
First babes, then mother, lost their lives to sportsmen
It makes you wonder who could eat so many
More likely targets for those with a killing yen
Early man killed only to survive the wild
Natural order brings hunters into play
There’s no “sport” in killing for other reasons
Souls of those needlessly killed rise above the fray
Staring down in sadness as others are shot
Where is the logic and the humanity
In amassing trophies while chugging down beer
Who can stop this carnage caused by vanity
For Constance’s “I Am Sending You a Gift of Poetry, Dear Heart” contest
Inspired by “In a Patch of Heaven” by Constance~A Rambling Poet~
Written by Diane Locksley
Again!
We woke up to the gory tale of another one
A carnage of a gargantuan quantum
An appalling scenario
That left us wondering of an inferno
Once again,
Terror reigned like King over us
Jos, the capital city of Plateau
Was agog with an unbridled massacre
The warriors of faith are at it again
The unfaithful ones fighting faith's fight
Were let loose once more for no cause
Hundreds of innocent lives were wasted
Houses scorched at will
Human life was made cheap
You need not haggle price
Corpers lives were not spared
In their quest to observe the land’s clarion call
Striving for national integration
And dreaming of an elusive unity
They got massacred serving their father’s land
Whilst!
Their fathers were served with cup of sorrow
Their mothers served with plates of tears
In their prime age in life
They were cut short like a tree destined for firewood
Dreams of Tola Odesola (23) got shattered
Aspirations of Ibukunoluwa Akinjogbin (23) got buried
Hope of Leke Akande (20) got twisted
Fate of their families became ill-fated
Indeed, another black day in our already black calendar
Jos carnage in our land
It is another . . .
Chapter of insecurity
A page of dehumanization
A paragraph of brutal killing
A sentence that carries dreadful thought
A phrase of intolerance
A line of political bigotry
A word of hatred
Alayande Stephen T.
9.46pm
December 4, 2008
English Countryside Carnage
There is a genteel place called Midsomer,
But living there can be a real bummer.
For the inhabitants wait in dread
That they be among the murdered dead.
Parisians were enjoy a lovely evening
and their Joie De Vivre was radiating
form every eye in the Music Hall and cafes;
The Eiffel Tower and
CHRISTMAS WEATHER CAUSES CARNAGE
C - Christmas
H - Holidays
R -Rolling
I - Into
S - Snowy
T-Temperatures
M -Might
A - Actually
S -Shift
W - With
E - Everybody
A – Angry
T - Traffic
H -Halting
E - Everywhere
R -Respite
C -Comes
A -Along
U -Unchanging
S - Snow
E - Eventually
S - Succumbs
C -Calmness
A - Alertness
R - resolve
N - Natures
A - Attitude
E -Eventually
Parisians were enjoy a lovely evening
and their Joie De Vivre was radiating
form every eye in the Music Hall and cafes;
The Eiffel Tower and
[Paraphrase-translation of the song from Lady Snowblood.]
Bright dusk buried in snow
Only the sound of a baying hound
And my wooden geta break the silence
I stride with the weight of Heaven on my mind
I embrace these nights
My paper umbrella is more than it seems
I have walked this path of a woman's life
But my tears will not again
Damp the ground where I must go.
Ah, the winding river path
A path under lamplights
Cranes stand frozen in the weeping rain
Unable to move
My silhouette upon the ice of a frozen pond.
I show no emotion
There will be no more tears
The paper umbrella falls from the blade
I stride the bitter path of a woman
Dragging my heart upon this journey.
I'm crying alone,
while midnight wanes.
And the Carnage of Soul's,
are all that remains.
My Darling has expired,
She called it her fate.
And the carnage of souls
are all that remains.
She was hooked on pain pills,
and drinking again.
She could not, She would not,
had no will to abstain.
"How dare you say it, mister,
You know I'm not to blame."
Now the Carnage of Soul's,
are all that remains.
Scenes of shattered dream's,
as gray fog on the mire.
She paid the final cost,
spiraled higher and higher.
Just like a night moth,
that's enticed by the fire,
She danced with the flame's,
and crashed in the pyre.
Scenes of shattered Dream's
as gray fog on the mire.
I must try to go on,
though I'm lost in a maze.
All reasoning gone,
emotions unreined
Search of what's left,
feel nothing but rage.
No willing control,
the thoughts still sustained,
Never far, ever near,
yet again and again.
I see it all unravel,
Like, a snapped steel chain.
The Carnage of Souls,
These Words can't explain.
This is about My Darling, my Wife.
Alcoholism and Drug addiction are insidious things,
Always one more hit, one more sniff, one more drink. one more pill.
This happened a long time ago.
Parisians were enjoying a lovely evening
and their Joie De Vivre was radiating;
every joyful eye in the Concert Hall, in restaurants, in cafés,
in the Stadium and busy streets captivated stunning images!
A revengeful voice rose from within the young, swaying crowd;
bullets flew to kill them randomly while outside all windows
rattled and glass shattered like crystals! Shot people dropped to the sidewalks:
terror had began! Everywhere one turned there was carnage
by the savages: some fled to safety as gunshots continued!
Chaos spread quickly than fire! Paris the city of " Liberte' " was under siege!
Express your sympathy for the French People who have experienced Hell,
bring your flag and flowers and light a candle where they were shot and fell;
Paris mourns: the Eiffel Tower is darker than the streets that lack their harmony!
Paris is that iconic symbol of Liberty which her brave sons fought for so gallantly!
My poem is dedicated to Paris:
the City Of Lights and Liberte'.
Written on 10/20/2015
Self-suppression
Of feasting and drinking beyond the road.
Conflicts and dissonance over the load
Trembling in the face of the tide, of youth age
Thoughts altogether are the sign of the rage
Prisoner of desire in a locked cage.
What if one claims to be a sage?
Fails among the average, but blurry beige
It's the act of dedicating oneself to a life of carnage.
One's heart is racing and his feet are pounding, as they search for
The taste of the sweet, becomes all the sour.
Skipping, sleeping through, and failing to complete the chore
Waiting for twilight to fall on the door.
On the head of me the dusk is to fall
It’s just a demand, why, why for?
Not quite, but on the inside
One must deceive oneself so as to hide.
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……Ksanet Brhane (peace of mind)…..
13/02/2022
Remember, Remember, the 7th of July,
When seven explosions decided who’d die .
As underground stations were bombed into hell,
To fulfil the sick plans of a terrorist cell.
Remember the slaughter, destruction and pain,
And the people who'll not see their families again.
Remember the ones who are injured for life,
Who’ll carry their scars through a lifetime of strife.
Remember that people can be so pervert,
As to follow a cause and care not who they hurt.
Is this what's become of the whole human race?
The way some behave is a tragic disgrace.
We'll stand up for Country, for God, and for Queen,
And glorify all that is bloody obscene.
We don't give a damn for the carnage we cause,
As long as we think that we've backed the right horse.
Remember, remember, when London was bombed,
By terrorist bastards who sung their own song.
But it's not only them who are in evil's spell,
It's half of mankind who reside there as well.
Ivor G Davies
manslaughter abruptly occurs- guiltless freeborn lives evaporate.
***allusion to the carnage in France ***
Look mankind what your leaders have done,
look at terrible bloodshed.
Your leaders, some incompetent, corrupt,
some were awarded the peace prize.
You incoherent World,
you leaders without integrity.
You who put wreaths, laurels on their heads,
aren’t you guilty as them?
Look at those dying because of your bad decisions,
leaders cleanse this blood from your hands.
Houses are broken in ruins.
Inhabitants of Aleppo - the martyrs of cruel age.
Women looking at death of their children,
these women are fainting from pain,
losing consciousness –
some from suffer can become insane.
Grief is rising to the sky, admonishing God.
Lord have mercy on these suffering people.
We all have brothers, fathers, uncles
and friends that we love dearly,
but when it comes to the antics
of males in relationships, we often wonder
if they know the meaning of the
phrase, "Get a grip!"
The endless charades they perpetuate,
and even when they get caught red handed,
They still try to evade and save themselves
from shame,
It is said, when men fall in love, they drop
harder than a rock, yet, when they make
death defying exits, why is it, that they cause
everything from heartbreaks to heart attacks?
Never looking back to assess the carnage they
left behind, because in a warped place in their minds,
everything seems fine,
They continue business as usual,
while women look as if they are
obsessed, crazed fools, clinging to
memories that were never there
in the beginning.