Best Demoralize Poems
I That Because Of Your Attack, Will Never Yield.
No single tear given, nor I gift you an open field
so yes, make merry with your hatred and false face
as you pretend to be a true and great religious man,
a fraud, with your camouflage, you are a total disgrace.
I that because of your attack will never yield.
Walking through majestic flowering meadows heart singing
as an ancient soul in poetry's many pass ways
ink will set and as my poetic words I be slinging
while you slither around within your hidden dark byways.
I that because of your attack will never yield.
This solemn vow I choose to make because of hate in you
as dawn its bright glory shares, my words will your evil haunt
never are given blessings to those that wear masks of two
with this new creation, you sad wickedness I now taunt.
I that because of your attack will never yield.
Robert J. Lindley,1-23-2020
Slam/rhyming poetry.
( A wolf in hiding, smiling behind its nasty evil nature )
Note: This poem is written about the one that hides to so falsely
accuse, demoralize and try to destroy other poets. He that shall
not be named but will suffer as all such hiding villains do.
A shame and a travesty that such a wicked soul gets by with such
reprehensible charades. Surely your envy/jealousy leads you to be
a tortured and lonely but hideously wicked soul. Yet a judgment
exists well beyond the scope of mere mortal man. Consider these
words as a poetic truth that will one day see you face the judgment
of your vicious and truly contemptible hidden deeds.
Tis I, that now deeply pities an evil wretch, such as you....
a song for the world
if you whisper you love me
let the world know tomorrow
today the world cannot hear
its been dealing with much sorrow.
lives have been destroyed and lost
evils of nature has no safety net
sins of mankind strike and kill the innocent
without remorse for human rights.
the world is stifled and chokes from the smoke
our children cry who bear no arms
and become demoralize about humanity
suffering, living within the hellfire.
they will not know what its like
to hear someone tell them they are loved
tomorrow would be good to tell them
and tell me too when you sing the song
‘what the world needs now”
Programmed fools demonize our culture,
try to undermine, demoralize,
say that it’s all ‘white supremacist,’
it’s ‘patriarchal,’ ‘all built on lies.’
Overblow every mistake they find,
project onto us all of their sins,
parasites dependant on a host
that they’re busy killing from within.
Be they our teachers of professors,
or scum media lying out loud,
don’t listen when they preach self-hatred,
for there is much of which to be proud.
They like to blame us for slavery,
tell children it was unique to us,
when the Muslims enslaved twenty times
of what came to the Americas.
They don’t teach that for ten thousand years
it was commonplace to all mankind,
they do not want that much perspective
to ever enter into our minds.
They don’t mention that we helped kill it,
that the west paid in blood for that change,
or that no culture who came before
dared to take on this practice deranged.
They harp on this to guilt good people,
make them cower to the leftist crowd,
there is no need to feel self-hatred,
when there’s so much that should make you proud.
They like to proclaim that we’re ‘racist,’
it’s their favorite way to shut you up,
use your skin tint to assign virtues,
endlessly coming up with such stuff.
But the only racists out there are
the lefties who reduce us to groups,
the rest of us don’t care for this crap,
and are annoyed by people who do.
When we buried Jim Crow long ago,
held up equality under law,
we did all that a country can do,
one standard for all, despite our flaws.
Go ask China about Africans,
or the Muslim world of people dark,
and you’ll understand very quickly
that our attitudes are far apart.
We say that color doesn’t matter,
and that all who try must be allowed,
so when they preach racial self-hatred,
flip them off, you’ve a right to be proud...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
Curse words are used by the educated and the ignorant without shame,
and they often appear in lyrics and movies;
what's the scope to divulge such obscenities?
On buses, trains and other public places mouths shout them with rage.
Most parents blame their kids' behavior on bad company,
they admit that if they are taught respect early, they will be the champions
that our society will praise immensely with eloquent words;
some will question, " What have they accomplished to have won a trophy? "
Speak respectfully whether you are a Moslim, Jewish or Christian;
be the model that they should highly admire and imitate by all means,
to be lenient and allow them to cuss is to offer them a venom that kills....
don't hush and let them abuse and demoralize you: fight and win!
Copyright ( c ) 2015 by Andrew Crisci
Desolation blinks steam rises as earth's suffix
The omega spoke through chain clanging gravel movement
Immorality runs rampant fully disclosed
Drug use becomes the norm legalizing blinding
And we continue to demoralize morals
Mankind walks parting destiny from fear with doubt
Time Tasted
Today is Today the same as yesterday was
I saw my own mistake corrected by prayer
From hating this place to wondering why is how
Life confined and oppressed at the same time is why
To deserve a punishment that can't seem unfair
Self love over zealous will exist as no love
Move Forward
The interrogation was as pointless as sin
My face showed zero emotion on that morning
Last night was the same as the day before non stop
For two years before then I should have remained free
And they all loved me but back then love escaped me
As sweat moistens theory my face gilds crimson
Life free spilled
The time was 4:44 when the answer came
The change between am and pm was the same
Thanking God was not my ritual in times past
Music was the oxygen crime was the basis
So the crimes I committed explained two faces
The good and bad side of y'all in me is just half
Silence Failed
With Athleticism
Through raw talent ignored
Like A Haunted Spirit
Lives in cracks and crevices
As the good that life lost...
and left...
Life began
it seems like no matter where I go I always get a fight
no matter how nice I am people always try to get me down
I always seem to pull through and put a smile on my face
but people always try to turn it the other way into a frown
my mother always told me don't cry over spill milk in the end
because sometimes what has happened can never ever be changed
when people knew me in the past I will admit that I had a lot of faults
but I’m happy to stand here now because my life has now been rearranged
so I salute all the persons that stood there and said that I wouldn't make it
I am glad I am strong so I could pull through because I almost believed
all my life people kept feeding me with negative things over and over again
now they can’t stop me again because I am successful and I feel relieved
they managed to destroy past relationships as also a lot of friendships
however I stood firm and focused so they couldn't damage my integrity
I wondered what I did to make people want to see me fail so much
but I realize all the gossips and the lies they told made me into a celebrity
they never saw success headed my way I was told I would always fail
I’m glad I wasn't stupid to listen and got up and decided I would try
before I use to hide from them because I thought their words were true
now wherever I do see them in the streets I always make sure I say hi
people remember you determine your future not the words of others
so I say believe in yourself no matter what you will always have haters
but mommy always said you want good then your nose got to run
so I don't let them demoralize me all I do is use them as my motivators
I promised myself I would never allow anyone to get the best of me
I won’t allow them to get me upset even if they say something derogative
ill just continue to work until I reach my goals that I have set in my life
and I won’t let anyone derail me from that, that’s my prerogative
BY: Marlon A. Malcolm
Dark black ominous clouds move slowly across the mortal sphere.
A promising downpour threatens the unrest souls.
Thunderous voices of indigenous cultural split the mortal sphere.
This brooding storm, created from fallacies that suffocated the truth.
Forceful winds of propaganda demoralize the virtuous.
Fierce lightning reveals the shamelessness of the dark heart.
What seems to matter will matter no more, once the crimson rain falls
and swell the rivers and seas and stain the shores.
Soon will be done the troubles of this world.
copyright 2017 Looking At The Light From The Bottom Of The Lake
LASHES TO ASHES IN SLOW MOTION
Might I please present myself as a prologue to death
Because unless I am terribly wrong…….
I can’t have too terribly long
And I’ve been lazy too long
But I don’t have too long to act crazy
Incredibly and indisputably inane
And drive other people institutionally insane
My days dry up like clay caskets caught in the Cancun sun
Leading to nights that usually end by me ending up with whiskey whisking away yet another weary evening
Witnessed and coerced by two dead soldiers made of glass
Who kicked my ass the night before
When fright came before a blackout
And darkness led to a morning of foul tasting coffee and a donut of doubt
What secret could the night before grasp tightly in its clutch?
Will people say my performance was a bit too much?
Is there a lady somewhere that I wouldn’t recognize if her eyes were made of fire with whom I let desire declare two bodies bare?
And precisely what did she and I share?
Was it something controlled by a lack of control?
Did we meld in mind, body and soul?
Did seduction succeed in its mission to maraud our minds and give making love the meaning it was meant to have?
Is there a lady out there who borrowed a snippet from my life and may have been complicit in the death of a dream?
Did we watch the world fly in fast forward together?
And sometimes in slow motion in order that our time together would be extended by the exclusion of the relativity of time
And a second could sing for as long as it takes a wedding bell’s voice to fade into the hollowness of night
And a minute might meander down the middle of a mercurial moment and remain there until you sigh deeply and chase the stars away for the morning’s sake
And oh to the music of mysticism your countenance is wont to make
Sung by a choir of questions and a chorus of conclusions
While a flute would fleetingly fade into forgotten confusion
Alas, my days decline by death’s design and do more than demoralize me
My only request is that you disregard my genius and charming manner and please don’t memorialize me
Nor commemorate me in any way
Simply cremate me and toss me away!
© 2012 copyright PHREEPOETREE…..~free cee!~
It probably won’t matter
Whatever I say you crush
The know-it-all refuses to listen
The conceit of a fool is so rigid
Unable to admit your arrogance
Positive advice is sound
Not attacking one’s ego
It’s acceptable to be uninformed
An open mind recognizes intent
God is the only know-it-all being
Declare your validations
Excuses all heard before
Nobody compares to your intellect
You already know whatever I say
Self legendary opinion means fool
I desire the best for you
No sense to demoralize
I’m not insulting your intelligence
There’s no call for rationalizations
Nor arguments to my interventions
Our connection I lavish
Listen, accept direction
April 2, 2018
This year, sleeping spring refuses to rise
too long overdue but not a surprise
as the weak sun hidden in thick cloud lies
masked by stubborn mists in leaden grey skies
with temperatures way below normal highs
Lack of sunshine and warmth can jeopardize
crop growing and a good harvest denies
Persistent rain leads to insect demise
essential bees drowned and no butterflies
to help fruit and flowers to fertilize
It’s difficult to overemphasize
the full impact a delayed spring implies
or the effects on mood trivialize
Lack of sun makes depression demoralize
many folks and others traumatize
Often, the thing to do is recognize
defeat and climb aboard a plane that flies
off to a land that sees the sun arise
and soak up UV rays (perhaps unwise
transformed to a mummy when parched skin dries)
What a demonic way to demoralize?
When a player's most prestigious prize
is the pure pie between tender thighs...
these seeds are not for fools to fertilize.
What a lascivious way to liberalize?
When girls use skimpy skirts to advertise
their wares for freaky flirts to fantasize...
You are taunting them to tantalize.
What a gruesome way to galvanize?
When milky mounts become merchandise
for poor pedestrians to patronize...
their tools get tempted to terrorize.
What a marvelous way to mordernize?
when sisters learn to sensibly socialize,
and men's tools are trained to tranquilize...
sunflowers and butterflies will fraternize.
This fool doth not consider himself wise,
writing paltry poetry difficult
to read and/or actualize
methinks perusers of great literature
snub nose how I miserably advertise,
laughable attempt to aerobicise
fifty plus shades of gray matter
lobbying showy words agonize
zing effort perhaps best to cauterize
near petrified glob - boon
for scientists to analyze
baffling laboratory technicians
unusual crenulations
a profound surprise
pitiful peremptorily doth apologize
unlike verbalization feasible
after webbed whirled fist size
terra incognita reveals numbskull years
wrought yours truly to anesthetize
smelting, squelching,
and suppressing emotions
scored how tree rings annualize
environmental conditions definite
premature imp of the pervert
poe fella lifetime channels,
where bullies did antagonize
upon death requested autopsy authorize
zing eager scalpels to apprize
miniature dried river bed
formerly streams of consciousness
lake never seen before engendering
crowdsource to hypothesize
baffling every expert,
how terrible fate did baptize
ala lemony snicket series
of unfortunate events
multiplied power bajillion times
number only Google could surmise
obvious tell tale signs did brutalize
as if smacked upside the head
one unfortunate gladly apparently
suffered maelstroms of armageddon size
poet chars evidently
succeeded to burglarize
more successful than Watergate
psychological ploys hackers
noninvasively did cannibalize
(perhaps bored furloughed
government employees)
albeit noninvasively deeming
imposible to canonize
resultant cerebral corpus
understandably did capsize
entire body politik (Democrat)
faced, booked on hatred did demonize
verbal assaults indicate
suffering did caramelize
cerebrum, cerebellum and brainstem
resembling burnt offering
impossible to categorize
glommed hardened integument colleagues
hard pressed to characterize
highly rendered anomaly,
hence unfair to criticize
erratic schizoid personality disorder
quite evident amyloid plaques
did significantly crystalize
definitely explain aberrant quirks
resultant incessant emasculation
unquestionably led him to demoralize.
Women who stay have dog love.
Beat me.
Kick me.
Demoralize me and my children.
Put me down.
Call me names.
I will love you no matter what.
Women who stay are waiting to recapture
The love that was,
and hold onto the
What still might be
He didn't mean it.
It was only once.
He's a good guy.
Women who stay have dog love.
Their abusers depend on it.
Stay all you want, women,
But could you please
send out the children?
OTHER TERRITORY
" My heart was in feathers of ethics taught ,
Your smile prevailed it over to demoralize my clans .
The other territory man,
I knew the spell of grand love you've put me into,
But these irons of power are what am clinched into.
No ruler as fine could ever love me like that.
This is so much of me,
But the sadism is true,
When never on knees I grew,
swords to save many
But I'll never kill you.
As you love her,
but I still love you. "
S•R•
@thatoneshe_
Have you ever thought about time traveling?
The universe unraveling, unraveling the muti-verse?
indeed we are kings and Queens that rule the earth,
created from pure energy,
so I've always been and I always will be,
Make two rakats salat to tap into my chi,
Gaining Ones Definition will manifest my mission,
Split atoms to find the spiritual composition,
Opening mortal portals to parallel dimensions,
Black holes, worm holes and the seven abodes,
I'm talking to yet created souls,
And ancient hero's that froze their foes with just-ice
Astral project to take in the sight's.
The birth and death of stars,
the face and pyramid built on mars
embracing the meditation reading incantations in pharaohs tomb
step inside a cavern that led to the earths womb,
born again,
again born like a rose in full bloom,
to consume the bright sunlight being reflected through the triple stages of
darkness of the enveloping night.
The black nation fight for right with the united snakes,
And suffer from lynching, physical and spiritual rapes,
by tom's billy bob and jakes,
and slaves escapes to northern states that sometimes turn out to be a mistake.
Jim crow died but his sons are alive and well,
They ostracize demoralize, and criminalize kids as adult's and send them
upstate to hell.
This may seem like some senseless babble but this is the realty of realties of
my travels.