Best Criminality Poems
Welcome to Planet Earth,
Our very own looney bin,
Where no human
Is without sin.
Surely it is not only us out there,
Perhaps more advanced beings,
Or, perhaps not,
In an eternal universal space,
There must be another
Inhabited place,
No matter who they are
Or who they be.
Rumour has it, we are contagious
That the symptoms we display,
Will reach galactic proportion,
Bringing upon us diseases, lack of water
Deforestation, many a misfortune,
Oh dear God, forgive us,
We have ruined,
Almost all that you gave us,
Sadly through over population,
God, have you reached your tether
With us, we have even
Altered out weather,
Animals have no home, forests
Are being depleted,
Because of Mans greed,
Our asylum can no longer proceed,
We must concede,
For we have to succeed,
No one knows what to do,
We are losing our sanity,
Suicides, murders, torture,
We must search or souls
To regain humanity,
And refrain from profanity
It was predictable,
Many have become despicable,
War, criminality, sheer brutality,
Our children through social media
losing their innocence and individuality,
We need salvation,
And must open our doors to
The poor, the desperate, the needy
Whoever the Nation,
Remember we all come under
The same umbrella, of God’s creation.
Categories:
criminality, god,
Form:
Free verse
Captain America’s shield of justice
Is more than a symbol of law and order,
It stands for all that is brave and true
In America – from border to border!
It says that criminality is unacceptable
Whether at the lowest or highest levels,
That evil and lawlessness shall not stand
As in his heroic depictions at multi-levels.
Good must triumph over evil constantly,
If we are to continue as a noble society
And so, we look to the Captain Americas
Working diligently to keep our nation free.
SECOND PLACE WINNER
Written July 23, 2022
submitted to "Captain America's Shield" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Robert James Liguori
Categories:
criminality, america, freedom, patriotic,
Form:
Rhyme
There is a place called tomorrow
Where this set of politicians
Who claim we elected them
Will all be gone
Even the last trace of their names
Will be no more.
No need naming names
Or pointing fingers at them
You and I know them well.
In that place called tomorrow,
Even their distant seeds that dare
Shall whisper those names in fear.
There, our government will be
Occupied by those we actually chose
To represent our interest as a people
Not marionettes brought forward by any party.
A government that will clearly
Define our economic system
And regulate it with sound policies.
There is a place called tomorrow
Where every Nigerian life
Will be held sacred as it should be.
Where there will be
Dignity of labour and
No man will be enslaved again
Where all the hinterlands
Will be linked to the heartlands
With love and respect
For man and the environment.
In that place called tomorrow,
Our enterprises and agencies
Shall wear a human face
Not bureaucratised in
Bureaucratic bureaucratese
So that resources can be explored
Rather than exploited
For commerce to thrive.
There is a place called tomorrow
A place where we will look
At the children’s faces and see
Joy, laughter, beauty and innocence.
Not pain, hunger and criminality.
Where everyone will be
His brother’s keep
So that together we may conquer
Insecurity or the fear of it.
In that place call tomorrow,
Families shall gather together again
To eat breakfast and/or dinner.
I desire so much that day when
We all would have realized that
We were first humans
Before we belonged to any tribe
Or religion
Before we attained any status
We were first humans.
So everyone will be respect
For who they are
And not necessarily what they are.
In deed there is
A place called tomorrow
Where all we desire will be
Yet it is in us fight
To make that tomorrow be.
Categories:
criminality, faith, people, recovery from...,
Form:
Free verse
This time
My mime.
Next time
My line.
Categories:
criminality, repetition, sad, sin,
Form:
Footle
The shrill blare of my alarm clock
Ripped me from my pleasant slumber.
I reluctantly rolled from the
Warm comfort of my bed and
Began my morning routine.
I cautiously traced my eyes with
Elegance,
Because he likes girls that dance.
I glued to my eyelids
Propriety,
Because he likes decent girls.
I shaded my eyelids with
Mystery,
Because he likes the unexpected.
I brushed my cheeks with
Innocence,
Because he likes younger girls.
I pierced in my earlobes
Jealousy,
Because he likes it when girls are possessive.
I painted my sharp nails with
Criminality,
Because he likes girls that get into trouble.
I sketched my eyebrows into a scowl with
Hate,
Because he likes mean girls.
I drank in one last glance
At my illustration in the mirror,
And, with my backpack
And a smile of authenticity,
Continued out the door.
Categories:
criminality, allegory, love,
Form:
No more disloyal and
unfaithful,
If call allegedly is
painful,
For what thee
supposed,
And finally, thee
opposed,
No more regretful
and remorseful,
If called rebel and
untruthful,
For what thee
blamed,
And finally, thee
lose famed,
No more curse and
deceitful,
If called liar and
unfaithful,
For what thee
craved,
And finally thee
paved,
No more betrayal and
guileful,
If called
untrustworthy and
slickful,
For what thee not
deserve,
And finally thee not
preserve,
No abuse, greater
than disloyalty,
If call allegedly is
criminality.
Shahid Hussain
Chouhdry
Categories:
criminality, loss,
Form:
Quatrain
I rip the rage right off of your folding face of fear
Your murdermask melts making everything crystal and clear
I kick down your doors of deception and deceit
One thousand locks and latches can't hide you from me
I chase you in your dreams like a serial stalker
I whisper to your soul through iron barred windows
Everywhere you look your eyes see me...but you refuse to realize
I am reality
I'm that smiling stranger that knows your most sinister secrets
I'm that forgotten fool hitchhiking through the desert
I'm that monster in your mirror that almost makes you scream
I'm that one you left to die beside a suicide stream
I'm that ghost of guilt with a gun and a grin
I pour gas upon your memories and strike a mad match of sin
I'm a word in the wind on a silent night
I watch you almost die of fear and fright
From me...you can never be free
Still you refuse to realize
I am reality
I hear the cries of a coward still you shall pay for your crimes
Captured and caged chained and confined
White bricks on the walls transform into a million movie screens
So ugly and unholy...now you see the unseen
Concentrated criminality...stuck with the damned now your doing the time
Viewed by x-ray eyes with x-rated minds
I watch you unravel
I watch you unwind
Now all you can see is me
Do you still refuse to realize?
I am reality
Categories:
criminality, mirror,
Form:
Blank verse
people fail to deliver a job with honesty and industrious nature.
when they died, they carried pain and raised worrying rankles,
children never face them, they find the practice has no true feature.
no doubt, they are educated and professional to hide taxes,
then built a house of cheat for a soul to live in peace,
and run a race to maintain cheat for excessive relaxes.
they run community, society and the world with optional benefit,
there is no truth, they produce problems and a solution of cheat,
and seeking reliability, honesty and punctuality to maintain a cheat set.
Progress is based on cheat to produce positive and approachable manner,
they deliver a trustworthy service with 100% warranty to build trust,
if you pay cash, very good, if you need a receipt you pay tax for scanner.
Religion, politics, education; justice based on professionalism,
criminality is growing in wildness mercy and forgiveness is Godism.
Categories:
criminality, caregiving, education, relationship,
Form:
Terza Rima
Feel the smoothness, wonder at the skill.
These delicate carved ornaments of delight
Pure white to a faint tan, each piece unique
To touch, to feel, brings senses alight
Priceless the gift, expert the hand
That carves these magical pieces
Priceless they are this bloody band
As their lust for money increases
“One of the most insidious forms
Of criminality in the world today”**
As nature is raped, tattered and torn
For animal kind, just fey.
A tusk for a gun, a gun another tusk
For a nose bleed and fever the cure ivory dust
Let’s kill an elephant for its ivory teeth
Kill a rhino for its horn for those that lust.
Who pays the price, the rhino, the elephant
The ignorant turn away should they even care
The wallets grow fat for the bloody decadent.
There will be no animals for grandchildren to stare.
Butchery bludgeoning death and decay
Over 90 thousand elephants annually bought to dust
Vultures strip elephant flesh, none keeps them at bay
Another gun, more coin to fill the poacher’s lust
The poachers hoard money with bloodthirsty delight
The sea of blood stains the land crimson red
White gold, blood lust, for this the amoral fight
For tusks and horn their money lust is fed.
© Amanda Tams 10/12/2014
** Quote from Prince William
Categories:
criminality, emotions, political,
Form:
Verse
Author of “The Satanic Verses” was stabbed
this morning in NYC.
In New York, doing a reading, that city which
now allows criminality.
Yes, I know a Fatwa, was put on his life.
But he’s fearless, not out to please and can
deal with strife.
I do hope he successfully recovers.
I like writers who do not put truth under pretty,
people pleasing covers!
A few of his quotes are listed below..
They are universal for all free counties.
1. What is freedom of expression!
Without the right to offend, it ceases to
exist.
2. Language is courage: The ability to
conceive a thought, to speak it, and
by doing so, to make it true.
3. A mature society, understands that at
the heart of democracy, is argument!
8/12/2022
-1-
UPDATE….RUSHDIE WAS STABBED IN THE NECK
AND FACE SEVERAL TIMES……
HE MAY LOSE AN EYE.
5pm PST 8/12/2022.
UPDATE…RUSHDIE WAS PUT ON A VENTILATOR
THIS EVENING.
‘8PM PST 8/12/2022
Categories:
criminality, character, confidence,
Form:
Rhyme
Nomad in strange lands,
Doing it with your hands,
Not reprimanded dead,
But given an actor’s head.
Time to do, breadth and space,
So you don’t leave your trace,
Because your actions are private,
Since you are not an ape primate.
Caged within freedom and jail,
In there, but your jail is your wail;
The two realities are conjoined,
In an experience you’ve coined.
Knowing that right and good,
Exist potentially within your hood,
And that you’re free in your actions,
Of theft and burglary subtractions.
Although you feel it’s your height,
To take that which is your right,
You understand you are wrong,
That to your good friend you belong.
So you resolve every time,
To stop your criminality mime,
And admit to your friend malice,
And take the righteousness chalice.
Categories:
criminality, anti bullying, best friend,
Form:
Heroic Couplet
Person crying and weeping for freedom
Roasted in the lonely cell of criminality
In seclusion from the family, friends
State being the arbiter and mercy-monger
Often kept for pleasure of a few
Never allowed to enjoy all that’s enjoyable
Ever living with stigma and fear of society
Reasoning is a taboo even under hellish pain
Categories:
criminality, destiny, hyperbole, prison,
Form:
Acrostic
HUMANITIES REALITIES
The morality rate is at an all-time low
Disparity runs ramped in the streets
The reality of it all screams out "NO"
While everyone's volcanity seethes in heat
The fatality of decency, the mundanity of life
Lost vitality in heart, mind, body , and soul
The profanity we curse caused by pain and strife
Trying to think with a mentality like a 5 year old
The inanity of our Spirituality is cause for concern
Fearing the brutality of he who holds the keys
The formality in how we all just wait our turn
While people in urbanity walk around on their knees
The insanity of humanity, such a depressive state
Exhausting our veracity beating on one another
The criminality in our belief, the fires burn in hate
Glamourizing the totality of pitting brother against brother
01/25/17
Categories:
criminality, betrayal, deep, fear, kids,
Form:
Quatrain
Guilty pleasures
has you on a Siberian Ferris wheel,
spinning rapidly
Gulag suicidal libido
urges you to cock the trigger and squeeze
Keep repeating the nightmare:
Six torture chambers
Six gas chambers
Six motel rooms
with five vacancies
It's your last chance to exit
this cursed promiscuous existence;
but you don't beg to get off,
this is how you like to get off
Six bridal chambers
Six bed chambers
Six hotel rooms
Face the sex gun ... spin the chambers,
and watch the cowards run
You don't like to play it safe,
law abiding abstinence makes no sense to you
You love the thrill of knowing you might die
from doing something you love to do
It's the way of a sex outlaw: hell raising and guns blazing
and booties shaking in every bar and brothel
Thrill-seeking junkie cowboy,
you're gonna stay on this rough ride,
try to buck the bronco
You got big macho dreams
of being the head legs-spread honcho ...
sweating beads of lead perspiration
in the fire down below
You need amoral nerves of steel,
if you wanna partner up with the devil
Mete out to the innocent souls much ricochet suffering
Promiscuous criminality don't pay ---
Doing anything with anybody,
then giving it to everybody ...
gonna send you to your grave one day
Guilty pleasures
has sentenced you to a life riddled with
holes in your two brains
Serving time in chains of misery and pain
The destination is oblivion,
for all who board this prison bullet train
Categories:
criminality, addiction, lust, people, perspective,
Form:
Free verse
I fear for Nigeria my country
I fear for the giant of Africa
I fear for God’s Master piece
I fear for a country that is always
Trapped in the web of its convoluted misery
I fear for a country perpetually
Enmeshed in trial and error
Instead of pragmatic leadership selection
That would launch her into
The orbit of advanced Democracies
That providence has thrust upon her
The Nigerian masses have spoken
Loud and clear in their choice
But the forces of criminality
Which have held the country down perpetually
Have begun another macabre dance
To truncate the will of the people
God is a Nigerian and has set in motion
A divine rescue mission
Greater than the Red Sea experience!
Categories:
criminality, allusion, anxiety, betrayal, conflict,
Form:
Free verse