Best Depravity Poems
A simple plank of wood
Spanning a stagnant putrid sewer
Deep under ground and out of sight
But the plank provides a bed
For a desperate poor soul
To hide in fear for the night.
And they claim the western world is civilized
But have they seen the fear and sadness in their eyes.
A man in an aeroplane drops bombs
Upon innocent children in school
If only the pilot could see their tiny faces
And the horror tears and primal screams
Of a berived grieving mums.
And they claim the western world is civilized
But have they seen the fear and sadness in their eyes.
Food production in the USA has risen by twenty four percent
They have more than they need
But still 750 million children worldwide go to bed hungry every night
And so many die before the morning light
We have food mountains stored in Europe
That are left to rot away
And decay.
And they claim the western world is civilized
But have they seen the fear and sadness in their eyes.
Here in the UK
An estimated two hundred old people freeze to death
Fearful of turning the heating on
It's a case of eat or heat for many
Families today
But the government don't care
And sadly turn away.
And they claim the western world is civilized
But have they seen the fear and sadness in their eyes.?
As I sit here writing it's so peaceful a nightingale is singing in a tree
You'd think such things can't be happening
They seem a million miles away from me
But it's sad to say
These things are happening somewhere
Everyday.
Peter Dome.Copyright.2015.May.
A maid, lovely and just as fair,
is a flower, a bloom, afresh
even when no sunshine's o'er there.
In spirit and in youthful flesh,
so magnificent past compare,
she softly glows, with skin so fresh.
With youth and loveliness to find,
she coyly offers no consent;
but with her smiles and trust so blind,
she stirs a restless discontent.
When peeks, and looks, betray her mind,
she befriends me as if we're meant.
Her sweetness, though, sparks a desire,
a lust without wise self-control;
but rule I must, I must, this fire!?
For this maid's a girl, not a doll
to quench and slake my swollen spire,
the squire of my depraved, dark soul.
(By GreatFaith)
My human heart fails me.
My soul is burdened with crisis.
And strong is it’s depravity,
Vengeance is longed with savagery.
They say it’s worse than this,
My human heart fails me.
The sorrow and pain exceeds thee,
And hopefulness isn't hard to miss.
And strong is it’s depravity!
Fear holds me in captivity!
My heart wants their blood to fall from a tree!
My human heart fails me.
How could I think so carelessly?
My heart says lies are bliss,
And strong is it’s depravity.
Doesn’t it know, truth is morality?
It’s feelings are valid, it insists.
My human heart fails me,
And strong is it’s depravity.
Depravity depravity
Are you moral’s declivity
Sweet libidinous enslavement on
Viewpoints collectivity.
Debauchery debauchery
A lewd and tempting witchery
It captivates imagination
And flagellates prudery.
Decadent decadence
Do not insult intelligence
You pervert the innocent
And corrupt resilience
©Michael Birchmore 2013
Men glassed, broke, gunned down, dying
Why do they feel the need for all this fighting,
Over pigment precious postcodes and petty people lying,
Now there up in the sky flying.
Lay down your guns,
To save our daughters and sons,
Lay down the weapons,
Before more lives are taken,
No more souls need to be souring through the skies.
One stupid situation now causes a life to be taken,
Everyone seems to be be carrying a knife, gun or weapon,
Which is fine until disrespect is thrown around for fun,
Your disrespect has you staring down the barrel of a gun,
And then bang you’ve just disrespected the wrong one,
Lay down your guns,
To save our daughters and sons,
Lay down the weapons,
Before more lives are taken,
No more souls need to be souring through the skies.
A war on the streets has begun,
It’s to late for mothers to try and save there sons,
Ones banged up 25 to life
Another’s young soul is soaring through the skies.
Lay down your guns,
To save our daughters and sons,
Lay down the weapons,
Before more lives are taken,
No more souls need to be souring through the skies.
As you rise ranks you slaughter your brothers homies the lot
This is what you really want to be on top,
Putting people 6 feet under Before they can steal your slot,
It’s easy right all it took was just one solitary shot.
Lay down your guns,
To save our daughters and sons,
Lay down the weapons,
Before more lives are taken,
No more souls need to be souring through the skies.
You fiercely fight for this so called rep,
And wont tolerate discriminative disrespect,
Yet the you the streets preach racism and hate
Ruling with violence so you can dominate.
Lay down your guns,
To save our daughters and sons,
Lay down the weapons,
Before more lives are taken,
No more souls need to be souring through the skies.
They don't understand you have to protect your people,
Save the ones you love from such poverty and evil,
While keeping the food on the table,
The streets holla to make an easy dollar,
But at what price is a human life,
Think before you pull out that knife.
Lay down your guns,
To save our daughters and sons,
Lay down the weapons,
Before more lives are taken,
No more souls need to be souring through the skies.
Pearled Diana, What dost Thou want from me?
A whirl of fresh air descents from your perfect symmetry
Phantomed voices; dance now my mind vocally
Like statue-esque echos from beloved house Báthory.
For is it truly You, who speaks so woefully?
a portrait; the Goddess bathed in sky filled jewelry,
Nymphomaniac, Necrophilic graced by Death supposedly.
"I - the Filth in Her womb blessed with grave poetry."
or is it but me, isolated by Death's ovary.
Mother Moon, for Thou I refuse it to be!
Now I know Lady death clawed me unknowingly...
This pale seductress in black spectres my anxiety.
Depression, Suicide, The Razor's depravity
Leftism is decay,
stagnation and decline,
parasites out draining
dynamic, useful minds.
They’re never out creating,
just wait ‘till someone does,
latch on like a deer tick
infecting while they suck.
Until our creators,
who drive economy,
throw up their hands in rage,
because they plainly see
that it’s not worth the effort
putting in time and stress,
to loose it all in taxes,
to men who define worthless.
Multiply this widespread
and the engine of mankind
slows down into nothing,
no products or jobs to find.
Society unravels,
the people can’t find work,
can’t take care of themselves,
until everyone hurts,
then comes the money printing,
the welfare and the dole,
they’ve taken your future,
but they still want your soul,
making you dependent
on the crumbs they give you,
in exchange for fealty,
denying you the truth:
That they created all this,
on the hard-working they fed,
you’ve no job because they killed
the goose laying golden eggs.
They’d rather more folk suffer,
sink into poverty,
they’d rather rule the ruin,
then live with people free,
because the lust for power,
the status illusion,
is what they can’t live without,
even if all is undone.
Leftism is evil,
uses the jealous and weak,
to feed power-hungry,
pedophiles and creeps.
Amidst your youth, these suited truths
tailored to suit you well
only a few, but none too new
set fire to all your tells
inside your tailored hell
A fiery shroud, has wrapped around
your doubt, set you alight
amongst a crowd, of timid shouts
from the darkness of your night
delight, a dark too bright
Enrwapt in flames, a mind is flayed
a cage to lead you home
upon display, your naked stage
was left to bare your bones
by the fire you set alone.
If I tell you that you can’t do a thing
in the presence of the innocent,
and you rail and squirm
They won’t let us do a thing;
we won’t stand for it!
didn’t you just confirm
that the reason you do a thing
is to do it
in the presence of the innocent?
A simple one life,
is contrast to the urbanites,
less emphasis on punishments.
Wealthy and powerful people,
create new beliefs and holy books.
Government capitals,
and corporate stocks,
rent heaven and hell.
Pilgrimage of silicon valley,
depicts religious chants.
Clergious environmentalist,
chews street food.
-Nights wake-
The night is dead. Longs for absurdity, what’s left is a heart of fire.
The abomination of the fallen. Serotonin left astray. Beg for the long-lost magnum opus. Tear apart Librium. Sheer lust of the requisite. Where are we now?
Deprave the senses. Blind from touch, brail inherently deemed moot.
My eyes close and I see the void. I open them to see the lie.
Tears stream down my face like rivers surface in the Sahara.
A fruit fly with nothing better to do
Embedded itself into a honeydew
And laid its eggs in the mushy cavity
Which I consider insect depravity!
Written November 13, 2022
An elderly black man with a head of grey hair,
Loyal to the farmland he worked but did not own,
In a time when law and justice’s scales were not fair,
Had been that way long before he was even born.
Never had a home or dwelling that he could own,
Didn’t have a bank account or savings to his name,
But had pearls of godly wisdom gained through years gone,
That could have help society repent its shame.
Always told that he was not even second class,
Forbidden to prove that he was a man of worth,
Never able to escape slavery’s vile pass,
Told that he was the inferior of the earth.
Through hundreds of years in the cauldron of defeat,
And suffering much abuse and hostile rebuke,
Those of color are still crying out to be free,
From the chronic dominance of white culture’s boot.
The old black man of yore with head covered with grey,
Symbol of the time in slavery’s hellish grip,
Struggling each day to find an everlasting way,
To be free from sagas of infernal slave ships.
His ancestral family tree he could not name,
Through the years of abject bondage and auction stands,
They were slaves of powerful money-driven men,
Who spurned ethics and brought slavery to this land.
A great hope, “Free at last, thank God, I’m free at last”,
But came too late for the old grey-headed black man,
And it’s true to a prodigious measure of fact,
That lawful freedom should offer a welcome hand.
‘til all in this land called America are free,
No matter race, color or nationality,
All will be confined by slavery’s evil deeds,
For enslaving others is low depravity.
Until each one in the nation is free at last,
When we are finally one as “We the people”,
We’ll live under slavery’s pall of the past,
Can’t escape this ill fate until all are equal.
Pray for the long-awaited day that will declare,
We’re united in freedom’s just and moral quest,
Only then will the old black man with the grey hair,
At long last, can have real peace and eternal rest.
Leftism is corrupt,
abuses all our laws,
if you don’t think as they do
they’ll grasp at any straw
to punish your with charges,
they’ll make it up whole cloth,
then just drag it all out
until your money’s lost.
All the while ignoring
scores of murder, rape, and theft,
done by those they favor,
so do not hold your breath.
Our cities full of homeless,
gang-bangers, robberies,
folks do drugs in broad daylight,
all the businesses flee,
yet they all turn a blind eye,
those deaths do not help them,
but if you’re center or right
they’ll throw you in the penn
for putting memes online,
since they all hate free speech,
lock you up, deny rights,
while ‘tolerance’ they preach.
And always protecting
the crimes that they commit,
the pedo lust, wire fraud,
and other monstrous sh-t.
Values only power,
see the state as might jaws,
they’re enemies of justice,
they’re foes of rule of law.
A MATTER OF GRAVITY AND DEPRAVITY
where art thou when I need thee most
ah yes, thou has become a ghost
a wishing well empty, a pond depleted
as I stand BEFORE THEE, a man defeated
i have been overcome by demons inside
and when they request "why hast he died"
say unto them he was a man with thirst un-quenched
and tell them i died with my teeth well clenched
"clenched" question they, "but why" they wonder
"because," responds you "of the certain thunder"
"hear not thee the sound that killed him well?"
"Oh yes, now we hear why he was condemned unto Hell"
"so" sayeth thee, tell them without any doubt
there will be, due to his death, become a drought
a dryness no man nor god can create
"because," inform them, "my man was slain solely by hate"
" 'twas hatred which condemned him unto the fire,
and to all I swear, my man was no liar
he told the truth before the Temple of Love
until a thousand demonic angels appeared from above"
so let them hear the words of a man sworn unto death
and vow to them all that with each blessed breath
easiness, that evening, arrived my sweet
because 'twas with eagerness my death did I meet
thusly do I swear when you gaze around
and find not by body, to which Hell was bound
remember my face and this most memorable date
for that 'twas the eve your man died of SELF-hate
(c) 2011.....Poefree ~free cee!~