Best Devilment Poems
Forgiveness does not ever say,
What you did, is now OK.
But forgiving you, releases me,
I now regain a heart that’s free.
I hold no grudge, I have no hate.
The harm you did, will abate.
My mind and heart, are now clear,
To recover what you took, that was so dear.
Forgiveness wasn’t instant, it took me a while.
But now I forgive you, I can once again smile.
My wish for you, is for a contrite heart,
Where compassion and love can play a part.
You didn’t ask my forgiveness, I know that’s true,
But now I willingly give it to you.
It frees me from hurt, and a pain within.
From the harm you caused, my healing can begin.
Any future devilment you try to bestow,
Will just make me stronger, this I know.
It’s a contented life, I am going to live,
Because you see,………. I forgive.
Categories:
devilment, forgiveness,
Form:
Rhyme
I have her face, so I've been told, and traces of her eyes of blue
The glimpse of gold within her soul, I can only pray to hold
As eyes go,...she had two pair, the ones in front, the pair in back
Both pair could spy a lie, intact. And pacts we made with devilment
Her ears could hear a baby's cry, before the baby made a sound
Her ears could hear a squabble brew, before the fight had taken ground
Her ears could hear a friend in need, a heart in pain, the sound of rain,
before a cloud would dare appear
She heard the whimper in the night, of silent weeping, swallowed tears,
or discomfort from a fevered brow.... She heard it all, without a doubt
She could hear our schemes.....the good.......the bad.......the in-between
It came endowed, so naturally, a passage rite of motherhood
I marveled at this miracle, with awe and envy in my mind...
Not knowing then, what I know now. It was born in me, as well, somehow...
This something so designed by God, that I too, hear the silent things...
The cookie jar, in muted mode, ...The million codes, of teenage love
And through the years my ears are tuned, to hear the varied undertones
One night it was,..., my daughter, grown, would call me on the telephone
One word, it was, that's all it was .........
her voice was odd...the silence long
"Mom" is all she said to me
....I knew, .... I knew, I know the sound,
when something's terribly wrong.
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5/4/15
For Contest Sponsored By Craig Cornish:"A Mother's Ears"
Categories:
devilment, child, children, daughter, family,
Form:
Free verse
Amid the devilment your dimples devise,
your smile is a mile of wonderful lies.
Your eyes hypnotize, and your silences speak
volumes of verses to someone as weak
as the wreck that I am,
since, meek as a lamb,
I was caught by your charm,
doing myself irreparable harm
to my centers of logic and cool calculation.
You are responsible: I demand reparation.
Categories:
devilment, life, love, romance,
Form:
Rhyme
Ripe on the branch I'll spy,
depriving from a bee,
the sweetest peach for me!
I baked a golden pie,
and from the hives, deny
the bounty of the trees!
One bite of luscious bliss,
with sun still warm within.
Sweet juice drips down my chin.
I'm stung by summer's kiss.
A moment such as this
must be a mortal sin!
Temptation wins the game
when devil calls my name!
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8/17/15 For Hexsonnetta Contest
Resubmitted for Contest: Favorite poem for August 2015
Categories:
devilment, food, insect, summer, sun,
Form:
Sonnet
Am a homeless man,
Whole world is my home,
In street, dump, anywhere,
I sleep wherever I feel;
Seek food from garbage dump,
Rag too I find in that;
For some drives emotions,
And for some lousy devilment;
Some pelt alms,
And some offend saying,
"Can't he go and work?"
Open rain, storm and cold,
Am immune to them;
None can hurt, not even,
Offended words of passer by;
No stress, no ego
And no shame of my life style;
Why I be ashamed?
Am an outcome of failed,
Economy and corruption,
In this world;
Who seek vote,
In the name of repelling,
Hunger and homeless;
They should be ashamed,
As they have failed;
© Sadashivan nair
Categories:
devilment, home, poverty,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Indigo Skies
Filling my eyes
With evening shade
And mystery
Deep descent brings
Dreams of devilment
And dark desire
Won’t you join me
As the sun is extinguished
And the moon reigns supreme?
For Laura McKenzie's Beyond Nightfall contest
Categories:
devilment, nature
Form:
Free verse
Now I'm not about to play DEVIL'S advocate I hasten to say,
But chances are you'll hear a DEVILISH expression most every day
The term "The Angel You Say" would better soothe my sensitive ear,
But even with utmost care, my ears can't screen everything they hear!
In attending the church socials, the utmost pleasure I find,
But I stand in fear and trembling with the good Lord in mind,
When I sneak a hunk of delectable DEVIL'S food cake,
Or eat too many DEVILLED eggs 'til my stomach doth ache!
As a youth I was a DEVILKIN as I traveled along the way.
My DEVIL-may-care DEVILMENT was exhibited most every day.
A caning with a DEVILWOOD twig ususally kept me humble,'
But occasionally into the DEVIL'S devious ways I would stumble!
In my youth fiery-eyed preachers scared the DEVIL out of me,
Ranting about eternal damnation vis-a-vis heavenly jubilee.
"The DEVIL made me do it" is really very suspect,
And is probably no excuse to qualify for Saint Peter's elect!
"Idle hands are the DEVIL'S workshop" so I have heard.
I suppose if we heeded that old saw, trouble could be deterred.
And if we curbed our dare-DEVIL race down life's treacherous road,
We'd have a smoother ride to that eternal and Heavenly Abode!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 6 in Constance's "Bedevil" Contest - October 2010
Categories:
devilment, funnyme,
Form:
Rhyme
Call this country the united states
Of Donald trumph Oprah Winfrey
And bill gates
And the country that has so much hate
And so little faith
And the city of brotherly love
Is the city of money sex thugs and drugs
Robbing and stealing all for the same money
That says in God we trust
The government means torment
The decisions that are made are made without us
Many are offended by Gods name except when they take His name in vain
This judicial system is a joke basically its a hoax
They'll hang glide you
They're luciferians washing,the devils back
Gave drugs to blacks
This conspiracy is a fact
Man we got jacked
While their pockets got fat
Gave us just enough slack
So it wont look too obvious and suspicious
That's what has been going government
Better known as the devilment
Categories:
devilment, black-african amercity, drug,
Form:
Rhyme
A church clock struck midnight, from far far away,
Overhead, the pale moon was veiled, by dark clouds of grey.
Two young boys were watching, from their own makeshift den,
Aiming to prove to friends they weren't mice, but men.
As gravestones scraped noisily, upon sharp gravel paths,
The small boys gulped loudly, and subdued nervous laughs.
But when a corpse clambered out, of a wide open grave,
The two boys took fright, not feeling so brave.
With their eyes now wide open, and holding their breath,
They clung to each other, and were worried to death.
As the corpse turned around, and staggered their way,
They closed both of their eyes, and started to pray.
Soon as a ghoul crawled out, from behind the headstone,
They felt a little queasy, and started to groan.
Suddenly, two cold hands touched them, pinching their ears
They both screamed out loudly, then burst into tears.
But it was just their eldest brother a prankster called Rick,
Who,for a bit of devilment, played an old schoolboy trick.
They had been watching tv., camped on the hearth rug.
By the cosy fireside, in their own little snug.
That night in their beds, what tapped the window pane,
Was it the leaking gutter, now filling with rain.
Or whose are those shadows, that stealthily creep.
So underneath the bedsheets, they tried their hardest to sleep
8/ 14/ 2017. POET'S SHADOW GREG BARDON.
Categories:
devilment, growing up, night,
Form:
Couplet
grandma was not of this time
old fashioned, hard working
it brings tears to my eyes
a mean ole lady with a switch in her hand
and i was a bad little boy
bent on devilment
"confound yo tail!" grandma would scream
while i was running from the whippen
i never got away from
i did everything from stealing candy
to looking underdresses
you name it, i took all dares and challenges
and what ever it was or turned out to be
grandma had a whippen waiting for me
out of a thousand times
only one time she was wrong
i had lied so much
my truth did not matter
a little bit older we spent summers on their farm
doing chores like feeding chickens
and picking fruit and vegetables
it was hard work
but grand ma always cooked a big breakfast
and a big dinner
i never been skinny in my life
when ever we went to town
she would always get her special snack
a huge candy cane, some cheese and crackers
and there was nothing better than those three together.
grandma was the one thing that never changed
allways the round little lady
she was already old
she did'nt give advice, she lived it
the last time she threaghtened me
was with a broom stick and tears in her eyes
at fifteen, i still was'nt to big for a whippen
in these words you may think that i was abused
as a child. no, it was how i was brought up
everybody got whippens i just got the most
there are no failures in the children grandma raised
i'm still one of the baddest but i'm doing ok
Categories:
devilment, dedication, time,
Form:
Free verse
On herself much cruelty was afflictedSeldom would it leave her so confused mindNever a trial, yet she was convictedShe would wonder when will the world be kind
Leaving her alone as the unwantedSilent by pretence, never to admitBut by his lies, was forever hauntedHe was nothing by none; a hypocrite
But this demon sent knew how to hurt herEven to smirk in his own devilmentAt unjust penalties she would incurBut not free from his own impenitent
For she knows she has been left out to dieBut on her death the world would see his lie
Categories:
devilment, betrayal, deep, solitude, strength,
Form:
Sonnet
O that grief in stone alone would tell
That passage from life's cross to hell
For having been born we begin the process
Of our unbecoming, a very subtle knell
Tolled on beads of faith in counter spell
All of death's exacting claim and duress.
But this Christ cast down by the evil it
The thing he did make subduing spirit
To take its flight from flesh, and leave the leather
Gnarled and twisted, so death inhabit
There God in convulsions truths admit
Is more than just change, or state of weather
Walk me through the crowd again, fled
From the picture, hear the hollow dread,
The dismal cry before existential emptiness
The brittle bonds of broken Godhead
The loneliness for sin that stood my stead
It tells upon even stone in lifeless grimace
How clever in work each chisel caught there
Languid form, and pity in the stare-less stare
The naked moment of our point of death foretold
The diligence against the strain of all fear
The sombre moment lurid on the dismal air
God is one with man, so man may grace the fold.
But in this deposition with self imposed I see
More than just a comment on self history
I see the co-opted glory of an alien race
The transposition of a marginal identity
The subjugation of faith to human mastery
Birthed and centered in death's callous place.
Go on you worshipers of idols in griefs of stone
Martyr yourselves for adulation of the throne
Art is memory that only tells in part our intent
The cross' silent purpose by sage sins condone
The longing to remove God and take his zone
Of time and space for preferred devilment.
I before no pieta bow, let the mad man die alone
Man came from the earth and O the worth unknown
To hold his God not as dead thing, but life summed
Through faith and gift of grace, a worthiness of throne
After the marble is cut, look out for the single stone
Toppling kingdoms in its roll as bright Jesus come.
Categories:
devilment, inspirational, philosophydeath, god, self,
Form:
Ode
I think I’ll tell you all about,
the things you should not hear.
About the reason for our life,
why your God placed us here.
We’re given life to sample sin
of flesh and mind and soul,
and grab a bit of devilment
to take back to the whole.
For when at last our life is run
we pass to greater things,
and grow our wings and float back up
to where the harpist sings.
To sing a song of harmony
and smile with joy all day.
Oh God, if that’s what heavens about,
that’s not a place I’d stay.
For in heavenly fulfilment
my soul would rot away,
I’d shed my wings and tumble back
.... to live another day.
For life is for the living,
not for dead beats on a cloud.
To be born again is better
than to always wear a shroud.
Join your Godhead if you must,
stay for eternity.
But I’d go back to dwell below,
where life is meant to be.
To share a bit of hell on Earth
and have fun every day,
for living I’ll have a beer to drink
and different tunes to play.
So sing a song of harmony
and joke and laugh and dance .
for when you’re dead it’s possible,
………...you may not get the chance!
Ivor G Davies
Categories:
devilment, lifelife, song, life, song,
Form:
Rhyme
I remember you staring daggers at me as I ate your leftover Cheese and Onion Pie,
I remember you forgiving me though, because I’d given birth that day and in a hospital bed I did lie.
I remember the way you played for hours with both my sons and taught them to be wise,
I remember the times you told them naughty jokes, with devilment in your eyes.
I remember the time you called another driver a “Miserable Old Fart”, when he didn’t thank you for letting him pass,
I remember we laughed so much, when Alec repeated it and got it wrong with “Diddly Old Fart”, at least he said it with class.
I remember Daniel buying you over fifty bulbs to plant, you had to find empty pots and room,
I remember you had to buy extra compost, I just wish you were here to see them bloom.
I remember all your stories, those that never seemed to end,
I remember on occasion, how you would drive me around the bend.
I remember you were always there to wipe away my tears,
I remember you being there to chase away my fears.
I remember how you always called me sweetheart, to certain people I do that too,
I remember the last time you said to me, “Hello sweetheart, I Love You”.
I remember all of it with love and without a trace of regret,
I remember everything Dad, I promise to never forget.
Categories:
devilment, bereavement, dad, daughter, father
Form:
Rhyme
The Friday night pumpkin coach
That delivered you to my door,
Has come to whisk you home again,
To live, live your own life once more.
It could have been a fantasy,
You being here, so close to me.
There was some kind of payment given,
And things felt as good as they used to be.
With silent encumbered emotion,
Northern light-like spectacle reignited.
With only a spark from your tactile passion,
This blind one was once again sighted.
The roller coaster ride
You've taken me on for years
Passed as a gentle bemusement,
Until all became perfectly clear.
Silent still in darkness,
Surrounded in circumference,
Imagination rallies the rockets.
Again, comes surging the tide.
Awash, aghast, transfixed in the cyclone
Living in the moment for me, with you.
Forget what I've learned about purpose,
Remembering how it feels: alive, free, and true.
For twenty-four hours we lived
Just the way we wanted to be.
Transgressions, migrations, destinations,
Past forgetting you showed me
The way to set my soul free.
Whisper to me in the dimness
Of predawn's early plight.
Ignore the stoic stone culprits
Who rob us of illicit delight.
With day comes the light, and robs comfort.
It all feels so wrong by day.
This devilment strongest in moonlight,
With our next rendezvous, a full month away.
Categories:
devilment, angst, introspection, lost love,
Form:
Carpe Diem