Best Condemnation Poems
To regret is to fall back in misery, but to forgive yourself is to be free…
Fin Chuuk
2/23/23
It’s very difficult to start to write
as soon as inspiration come
that have done it
leading legions of others duties,
wants, desires, tricks and trifles
have occupied you around at all.
Suddenly you mad for cup of cave
or filling bit a hunger,
or preferred exercise, making yoga
or just want to scratch your left hear
with right forefoot.
Often you cannot sit at table
preferring rode on it
or break dance
on your head,
or crawling under table
and trying to write in such extraordinarily position.
You have to do much
other oddly things
before you starting work
and even after it.
As Richie Blakemore played hardly with guitars
In right position and backward,
turn it fast around body
plying so virtuously
eventually broke instrument on the stage,
as Gogol smashed the table
when he finished to write a page
as a Balzac
flooded room
chained himself to table
and put his foot to cold water.
before a start to write,
as Michelangelo
ready to stone everybody
coming to him at work
without his pleasure,
when he pained the marble celling of Sicts Chappelle,
As a God merciful
who created this astonishing Universe
with billions galactics
stretching billion light years to far
with Black Holes and Black matters
and abreast of times and efforts spent,
from larvae’s to dinosaurs
and mammals and human-like apes,
from Neanderthals to Homo-sapiens
before eventually emerging you and me
in this blue planet
as a top creatures and miracle of nature.
Yes it’s very difficult process
that so strong possessed
before you start to work
and able to do
something really valuable.
The priest sat behind a mahogany desk,
his life in ruins, his life a mess,
he was once faithful to God,
and that faith took years to build,
but then certain feelings of guilt
ate at his insides,
his emotions rushing in like the tides,
now standing face to face
with frustration and condemnation,
he was such a disgrace,
and he lost all concentration,
as the answers to his questions were lies,
he’d wish his past just dies,
then he tried to justify, rationalize, compromise,
but what he did just defies!
Christ chose twelve apostles, not one,
He turned his back to God, now he’s done,
he felt that in forgiveness, there would be none,
his eyes fell,
gun fired,
as far as he could tell,
he just entered the gates to Hell.
I see the world around me fueled by negativity
Every ant crawls along, hopelessly addicted to something or another
One ant says to me
"We're better than the addicts."
I respond.
"You and I are no different."
We're all addicted
Though our fixes are different
So go on, my closest friends
Condemn them all!
Condemn the alcoholics!
Condemn the junkies!
Condemn the cutters!
Condemn the abuser and the victim!
I see it how it is.
None of us are different
Let me show you through unbiased eyes
Your hypocrisy.
My closest friend, fueled by hate
Using a traumatic experience as an excuse to never advance
Couldn't make it a day without reliving it
Addicted, condemned!
Day after day, slandering junkies
Smoking and snorting and shooting up
You're no different with emotions sustaining you
Addicted, condemned!
My lover, the light of my life, hooked up to the wall
Staring at a screen and condemning the world outside
Cursing all who tear you away
Addicted, condemned!
Alcohol angers you, you call them fools
Forgetting the world outside through nectar in a bottle
You're no different with your electronic soul
Addicted, condemned!
I'm just as bad
Living life after life inside my head
Outside is cold, my worlds are so warm
Addicted, condemned!
I can admit I can't live without my addiction
I can see the beauty in suffering
So go on, you two!
Go on, everyone!
Condemn all you disagree with!
And forget you're just as bad as they are!
Condemnation
I am condemned to eternal
Suffering
My crime:
I am able to love!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
When barked out condemnation
hits the ear of those who'd die,
not a one who would stop playing do
would ever hope to try.
All encompassed was my fear
Such consternation knew me well
A predeliction forced a tear
As apathy tolled alarm bell
With reverence I heard that chime
Unearthliness the peels rhyme
As condemnation fell
No weapon that is formed against you shall prosper Say your words and keep all your Oscars Brick shooting ain’ts in the paint Behold the heritage of the saints
I woke up this morning with a smile on my face
I lived in a world where there was no discrimination of any race
People smiled at me as I walked by
There was no jeering, no ugly incidents to make me cry
I was born this way
Like many others every day
I dream of a world in which hatred is strife
I pray for a day when people will respect life
I look at you in stark disgust
My 'gift' to you my lack of trust
In bitter taste of ash and dust
I ask you back away
In you a mirror's all I see
Returns the message back to me
A prison door without a key that
Blocks the light of day
Papa's condemnation of prejudice...
and subsequent grim statistic one
(among millions, or more)
tragedy with feted kiss
Yarraka Bayles darling son
hoop fully experiences bliss,
yet more vehement rage
against machinations (think
with little effort cruel humans)
trumpets, tools, thrives...
wreaking psychological havoc -
case in point yours truly
wrenched, screwed, and hammered
psyche permanently amiss.
Despite outpouring drummed,
plumbed, and summoned thru
worldwide webbed support,
whereby global netizen (regarding
crowded house village people)
forced to apprise
execrable endemic damnation crisis,
nonetheless, I lament with inconsolable cries,
(methinks linkedin exacerbated
racist, misogynistic, bigoted...
commander in chief doth demonize)
devastatingly loathsome nasty meanness
viciousness super powers must exorcise
immediate mandates necessitate
more than $140,000
courtesy GoFundMe page,
plus good humor guise
Brad Williams (good fellow
celebrity little person)
raised commendable effort implies
Quaden Bayles overnight
social media sensational rise
to send aforementioned lad (din)
upon magic carpet ride,
cuz bullies of all sizes
did relentlessly terrorize.
Since time immemorial, ill legal
pestilential, tyrannical blight,
whereby quintessential, overpowering
maniacal kickass delight
gushed adrenaline spurring victim(s)
to fight or take flight
impossible mission to escape hatred,
no matter ascending topmost height
stairway to heaven no guarantee knight
in shining armor to thwart might
against painful, (pit charred),
promulgated pugnacious plight
aboriginal boomerang promises harbinger,
whereby unbearable insufferable agony
will beget suicide, and/or violent behavior,
which haint right,
no boy birthed with Achondroplasia
rails lame excuse for beasts to subject
with atrocious, ferocious,
hellacious, malicious... mercilessness
comeuppance for venal wickness
will curse devilish fiendishly
gloating hooligans if not tonight...
what goes around comes around...
good riddance I write!
One will never understand
the strength of desire and passion
that the slightest touch of his hand
would force me into submission.
Walking in the darkness
hiding behind closed doors
living with the sadness
that this love could last no more.
I yearned to scream out loud
that I loved him with all my heart
but forbidden loves stay underground
I guess we knew that right from the start.
In our own world we would live
together, forever more
me, I had my life to give
but could we beat this mental war.
The day had come to say goodbye
but for me it came too soon
as deep inside I wanted to die
my heart was out of tune.
So here I sit and long for the past
waiting to feel free
but still my life is overcast
so I live within the memory.
Form:
Abomination
I wonder what it means to be called an abomination
and if this has any relationship to being a damnation,
as there must be certain things that people do in deserving condemnation
which go against all reasonable human laws and are opposed to salvation.
If what has been handed down from the past is any indication
then we are somehow all obliged to follow with a dedication,
for our own sake and that of all our so called many relations
who are subject to the same weaknesses, trials and temptations.
To some it may seem there need not be any restriction
which will generally only incur a justifiable conviction
for any laws broken and usually dealt with a harsh sanction
when blame or guilt can be done away with by a transaction.
There are so many things people do without any justification
except to satisfy their own sense of individual expectation
especially where the actions done are without any provocation
against a fellow human being who’s an object of victimization.
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Binding, bloodied chains entrap my soul,
As pain surges through my body
His face is all I can see,
The cold, ice blue eyes that burn into mine
And his grim, somber expression
Conceals the terror, that so openly shows on my own
Bitter sweet sorrow lingers in the air
But his voice joins the others
As they condemn me, and his hands
Bind me in chains
Cutting my very heart and soul
Into a million pieces
He knows the truth, yet he binds and traps me
In my pain
The words of the guilty become as wounds
And the tears that fall,
Become as crimson drops of blood
Flowing from my body
And falling onto the granite stones
His resounding words rip out my heart,
And chafe my soul
But as my pain drowns out
The sound of painful accusations
I surrender to death
And take his ashen hands,
Following him into the unknown
Condemnation or Justification
Written: by Tom Wright
11-1-2016
Withdrawing harsh words might be our choice,
They leave us to passionately apologize at will.
To retract is no option once uttered by voice,
Because the impact persists in that heart still;
Frequently abrasive words are voiced in haste,
Leaving collateral damage on those unknown;
Like grenades they leave the landscape waste,
And we only remember the last one thrown.