Best Havocs Poems
In the heart of the blackest abyss, down,
Down, in fathoms deep crypt, where light
Does not penetrate, and the structured protective hauls,
Of men, are crushed beneath pressures massive
Weight, of the oceans deepest depth.
This is truly inner spaces aquatic zone of the
Unknown, a realm of stilled silence frozen
In the icy currents of the barren straights.
Where prehistoric giants dwell, amongst the
Tidal flow, ambush predators, forgotten beasts,
From long ago, living krakens whom devour
All life, hidden within their dark domain.
In Poseidon's mighty anger, the waves answer,
To his fists of fury, hurricanes wrath of vengeance,
Gives birth to the perfect storms rage,
Vessels rise and than fall in the tidal surging
Waters.
Nay do the sailors cry out to the Lord God on high,
For redemption's salvation, but the sacrificial altars must
Be appeased, by flesh and bloods sacred offerings.
Summons does the mighty lord of the seven seas,
To release the last of the ancient Leviathans.
Two thousand hands, of a thousand dead men,
Heave and pull at the tethering heavy chains,
To this devil of the depths cage.
From within interments vaulted keep,
Captivities living spawn from hell, is
Unshackled and released, to reek havocs
Devastation above.
An aquatic spider, a maritime widow maker,
Flexing and in-flexing, its body’s motions,
Towards the surface, in pulsations rhythmic
Orchestrations, the gray giant is ready to strike,
With its killing arms extended wide, to grapple
At its unprotected prey, to engorge itself with
All living matter that it surveys, within its icy reach.
As bubbles shoot upwards breaking the waters
Surface, suction cups and talon claws are drawn
Outwards, aligning his eight legged tentacles of bone
Crushing death, behold the Giant Squid, instrument of
Lethal torture, a living killing machine from the fathoms
Deepest depths.
For it is the beast, the true essence of evil
Incarnate, and none survive its destructive wrath.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Categories:
havocs, boat, fantasy, halloween, history,
Form:
Free verse
The Calamity of Nepal Part 2 Concluded
The crisis of Nepal is not only the result
Of manmade deeds and erratic constructions
Of erecting unplanned houses and roads
Creating illegal buildings and dams
And erecting high mountain reservoirs
On ocean like river Brahmaputra. 08
All these and many other
Horrible acts
Of changing or removing the mountain peaks
For roads, rails and for
Making concrete jungles
Without caring that
It is the most sensitive area of Earth
Where two giant Earth plates
Meet regularly almost everyday
Not for making gossips
But for making their kind of Love
Where, they often collide with each other
To determine, who has lost and who has won
These forces create
Havocs like the one we are witnessing in Nepal
They do it to take revenge
For the cruelties
Done by humans with the Nature
And with the mother earth. 09
The Earthquake is also the result
Of hollowing the heart of Himalaya
For making tunnels after tunnels and rails
For mining the hills and
Deforesting the green valleys
Removing forests after forests
For illegal mining and for erecting dams
For these reasons perhaps
The Earthquakes has hit Nepal and India both
But in Nepal it has done the worst
In spite of being affected by this crisis too
India is trying its best to help the people of Nepal
And now there are many other countries
Trying and helping the people of Nepal
Like a true good neighbor and well wisher. 10
All that is needed
In the hour of this terrible crisis
Is that we all should try to help
The people of Nepal
Treating them like our own
Next door neighbors and friends
For which every faith and religion
Always inspires us. 11
Ravindra K Kapoor
Kanpur India 30th April 2015
Categories:
havocs, analogy, earth, natural disasters,
Form:
Free verse
The Mother Earth
The fountain of your profound love
Gushing out with presents and gifts
Showering bounties, its treasure trove
To all mankind your love drifts.
Your rivers and seas, forests and fields
Are full of provisions to banish hunger
You do not relent to meet our needs
You distinguish not between rich and poor
Your hidden treasures are not clueless for us
Your gold, silver, sapphires, diamonds
And precious pearls invite us to transgress
You serve us fruits, resins, cashews and almonds.
We owe our strength and courage to you.
Our bright eyes, our beauty and robust health
Are all your gifts to be honest and true
Your contribution is no less in amassing of wealth.
Your dazzling days and darkness of nights
Are skillfully designed for working and rest
Your changing seasons innovation invites
When dead our body enters your chest
But thankless we are, we deface you with tar
We cut your trees and raise jungles of concrete
Our wastes poison your rivers, seas and air
And thus havocs like tsunamis greet.
You meet all my wishes and desires
I want much more, I can’t shed temptations
My closets filled with diamonds and sapphires
And garments of every description and narrations
You gave me dazzling youth and power
To ease my travel there is petrol, coal and gas
For my fields and gardens you gave shower
Colorful flowers, bees, butterflies like dancing lass
You gave me power, strength and courage
To face tyrannies of anguish you made me bold and tough
To confront life you gave me every advantage
My body strong like hawk and heart filled with love
I am lying on your grass spread like a rug
My mother come, give me a hug
Sintra, Portugal 6-12-2012
Categories:
havocs, allegory, imagination, nature, me,
Form:
Rhyme
I hear things that make my dear heart lose its composure.
The news of Earthquakes,cyclones,and tornadoes have brought my rigid heart to a fracture.
Our lands have felt them,even the air,the waters and those high places that have the mountains as their enclosure.
My tears cant help but roll down my eyelids commisure.
Who will answer the question that our hearts conjure?
"Who is at fault?"
The weather?,mother earth or grandmother nature??.
Rather,i think they should fault us for our torture.
Which we effortlessly and so quickly have dealt to them in immeasurable measure.
I think we would have stopped this if we had thought of even our own future.
But presently in our minds,it's more exploitatory mechanisms that we conjure.
So we can defile their resources intricately till they become impure.
Imagine the wastes and damages we have made her procure.
Just for the treasures we greedily want to procure.
The pleasures we temporarily want to enjoy.
And for the landscapes and structures we want to see in our pictures.
We forget all the fractures she painlessly endure.
Despite our hand-made breakages and fissures.
how many prohibitions and restrictions did she actually adjure?.
Yet we have engineered diverse machines and given them fear-imputing features.
And it's her crust that our machines puncture,when we ride them recklessly like men on stupor.
We have access to her materials for sure,and from them get our own beautiful infrastructures.
But we fill her waters with things that her impure,and our day to day activities disfigure her once beautiful structure.
Though we see the havocs that we have caused to rupture.
we still take our stand and claim our actions are just for our comfort and culture.
Oh!! These tears are for the environment,mother earth and grand mother nature.
For they are caught up with destroyers in this dangerous venture.
If only our actions from now are unto them like a cure.
Then there will be hope to take a picture one day,and what you will see in them are wonderful eden-features.
OLUWATOBILOBA ©
Categories:
havocs, earth, humanity, natural disasters,
Form:
Blank verse
Another day and sadly another Hip-Hop legend passes
One half of Mobb deep and he's responsible for a few classics
Juvenile hell came out in 93 when I was 1 years old
The infamous which they released in 95 is when they started to reach the masses
Drink away the pain makes me think of my dad
Prodigy is one of the reasons I'm fearless when I write on my pad
He was 19 years old when he wrote his verse for shook ones
At that age did he know how legendary that verse would become?
He instantly became an idol with his lyrics
From shook ones to survival of the fittest
When he rapped over a Havoc beat
It was unmatched and usually a masterpiece
He was always one of the best on the microphone
He had beef with Nas, Tupac and Jay-Z, and held his own
It was heaven for ears when they released hell on earth
Always amazed by the stories and messages he would put into a verse
They made Murda Muzik so they became America's nightmares
I wish Prodigy was still here
He spoke out about the evil in the music industry
Your music will live on and you'll always be in our memory
How could anyone compete with yours and Havocs chemistry?
I know we all go one day but why did it have to be your time?
Its crazy how someone can inspire you so much through rhymes
I didn't even know you personally but I have a tear in my eye
Now you're in heaven with Big Pun and Big L about to write
H.N.I.C is one of my favourite albums of all time
Thank you for sharing your words and showing us your genius mind
Mobb Deep are one of the greatest Hip-Hop groups of all time, you will always have our love
You taught us there's no such thing as halfway crooks
I've never met you, but this has got to me
We will always miss you, Rest in peace Prodigy
Categories:
havocs, dedication, for him, hip
Form:
Free verse
From afar a mist like
Folded hand encircles
The naked atmosphere
Like a drop of oil in water
Spreads,like cancer
Hides in oblivion and
Manifests unannounced
Wrecking havocs
To seeds of mother earth,
Like blanket bath
Covers the fleeing legs.
Like blazing furnace
Scorched the souls.
Like a game ace,
Invincible it remains.
With bleary-eyes
We look to it's swift
destructions-
With horror blazoned
Across the horizon.
Only in due course,
Can the seasoned
Sun rise from the horizon.
Surely nothing can lift
This nature's curse.
Categories:
havocs, environment, fear, how i
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Yes, I am thinking about the human race
Please note that race has ‘four letters’
And most four-letter words
Can cause problems, ills, havocs and wars
Race is to describe what fills up the space
It is a trivially descriptive and unstable concept
Like water, liquid or gas with no obvious context
The human race is synonymous with humanity
Which makes a lot of sense, but unfortunately
Witless people who talk crabs and craps tend to misuse
This four-letter word with bias, single-mindedness and hubris
It is basically grouping what one presumes, envisions or sees
Race means nothing, lees, dregs and slags with no sound gist
Fill in the blank, if you can
As we all know, first God created one man and one woman
I wonder who would disagree with this assessment
For procreation’s sake that a man and a woman
Form a couple to make babies or infants
Race means species. How many species did God conceive?
The Almighty Providence created Adam and Eve
I feel strongly that God solely cares about one race
The only one that he created in the Garden
On Earth was born somewhere in Africa
Like it or not, we are descendants of two Africans
I dare anybody to prove that I am incorrect or false
Next time somebody mentions or talks about race
Feel free to laugh as loud as one can in this person’s face
Real history is full of stories, theories, jokes, lies, guesses and farces
Nowadays in order to be politically correct, ‘men’ in plural, one would say
A man and a woman. Amen! We also know that ‘men’ love to divide
To conquer, to lie, to cheat, to invent and to betray with false pride
Keep on thinking deep! Let’s not stop until we comprehend the nonsense
Around you and me (humanity). Let’s protect the human race
Let’s not dissect and divide humanity, by inventing more races
In the wind, under the sun, the moon and the stars
Did God create many groups or species?
Let’s think deep, deep about the human race.
Copyright © February 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Categories:
havocs, culture, discrimination, hate, prejudice,
Form:
Free verse
Held within these hallowed bones, a tempest
Surging in the complicity of night
Dreams and thoughts solidified cease to rest
Sealed fate and ardor no longer hold right
But what force havocs through the human form
Rallying support, red-handed, inflamed
Bloodied and raged it beckons the storm
Searching my want it liberates and maims
Ceasing the nihilism once alit inside
Splinters and fragments partner, I awake
Aware that being lost is proof of life
Resolve, once muted, no longer at stake
For now, I lie, held within my own war
Awed and breathless, I await whats in store.
Categories:
havocs, adventure, introspection, life,
Form:
Sonnet
Coronavirus
An inconvienance came about
enough to stir the routine mood
and take for granted heaven’s gift
as each day passes without fright
from China first in havocs wake
a virus with a great expanse
it came to choose each continent
and raged to take so many lives
pandemic slaves to what has wrought
with no support and bound to wait
the entrance of a dire change
until a cure was to be sought
to travel down an empty road
of canceled life and empty hands
that will not touch a sign of love
we must create a theme of hope
Coronavirus Covid 19 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Team Poetry
March 14, 2020
Categories:
havocs, hope,
Form:
Free verse
In a dismal old fashioned cell at our ancestral home,
Wherein coconuts, new and old, heaped like a hillock dome;
Kid-butterflies, we're often asked to pick some for curry,
Finding phantom-forms we ran as scared as rabbit bury...
Ghosts of the dead, cloud-looking, appear before the living,
Like quirky grey fogs, smokes, or polar creatures, fear-filling!
Great buffets - Necromancy holds - of hosting for the ghosts;
Thirst of restlessness of souls could be quenched- animism boasts...
My logician friend, at the name of ghosts, like thunder, laughs,
Scared, like a mouse, at celluloid ghosts; impulsively coughs!
My alienist neighbor mocks at the poor ghost-affected;
He, in anger, shouts and yells, like a spirit-infected...!
Returning home from Saint Jude Shrine, my grandpa narrated,
Ghost - a monstrous muddy vulture - flew after me, dread spread!
Helpless, like a lost, at that odd hour of snoring slumbers,
I genuflected; made signs of the cross, countless in numbers...
Ghosts got into human beings, like, termites in the wood,
Jesus, chasing them away, their cruel power, withstood;
He worked, as on war-time haste, erasing, greatest evils,
Did the traditions allow him to nail down true devils?
Merchants and money-makers bake ghosts- cakes and sell gently,
Spreading tales on ghost-havocs, they hoax humans kindly;
Holocausts, burnt offerings, and slaughters they delight in,
Cannibalism, for ghosts-sake, in their eyes is not a sin...
Fire-walking, hooking the flesh, live animal wedding,
Cow-trampling, hanging in the air on hooks, hand-hair plucking...
Goety, Bruja, Lamia, incantation, witchcraft...
Aren't all such mountainous magic and myths great ghosts-updraft?
Phasmophobia, like death-knell, is a fright alarm,
Like illness of body, it hurts the spiritual realm;
An equilibrium of body, mind, spirit, and soul,
Could free us from false fears, molding us integrally whole...
Humans are ghost-angel amalgamation in nature!
Loving and hating themselves and every common creature!
Each thought, word, and action can turn into a ghost in life!
When morals derail from the tracks of existential strife!
17 October 2021
(Missed the Contest)
Categories:
havocs, body, evil, psychological, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme
Lord you are too funny
Why are you saying all the good things about me?
I am not
I am spoiled rotten
I can be the worst person on the planet
I can make you mad that you don’t know what hits you
I am capable of all things
I can do all things
I just know not to do it
Do you still love me?
Well I don’t think you know enough about me
I am bad
I am really bad
There is just no way I can be good
That is how bad I am
Are you sure you want to stick around?
I can make you mad
I can make you flinch
I can cause you all the havocs and headaches
You would say I have enough
Are you sure you can handle it?
I know how to push your buttons
And I will keep pushing time and time again
Just because
Do you think I am joking?
I am not
Wait and see
Don’t say I didn’t warn you
Consider warned!
Categories:
havocs, faith,
Form:
Free verse
MURDEROUS HOLIDAY
By Roy Merritt
The havocs came out of the fog
with faces wretched and forlorn
Borne them up from hell
Borne them upon the storm
A vacation from the nether world
Satan has granted these few
To alight upon the living
To do the things they knew
To do the things they knew
To do the things they've done
To smite the good and bad
In revelatory fun
And one can hear the terror
Where these monsters feet have tread
Leaving blood where they walk
And many prone and dead
And when their victims wail and bade
The reason why
Why this compulsion they possess
Why must it be they die
The havocs will roar with laughter
A horrid sound it be
And declare to these inquiries
It merely be destiny
It was written upon tablets
From Ages ill defined
Deemed before the minutes
Even merged themselves with time
And we be just the servants
Of Satan and God as well
They be one in the same
Ruling in heaven and hell
We obey their every whim
We act on what they say
And they be the ones who grant us
This murderous holiday
This bloody holiday
Categories:
havocs, evil,
Form:
Rhyme
The hate of time havocs foolish fate
And I, no one's blank slate
Will not my conscience hesitate
Or cast my eyes down at evening's gate.
You are neither victim nor demon since
You of your error is unconvinced
I am a child no more to wince
When white sheets of mind befouled are rinsed
I make my decisions without the noise
And cheap popularity's phony poise
But as humble I'd fear forfeit a sunrise
And have fool graffitied on unlighted eyes.
I have tried picking up time before
The past like frost from hoar
Had only present, and memory more
Than spite makes every pain a spore
Categories:
havocs, friendship, on writing and
Form:
Verse
“Nature bears long with those who wrong her. She is patient under abuse. But when abuse has gone too far, when the time of reckoning finally comes, she is equally slow to be appeased and to turn away her wrath” - Nathaniel H. Egleston (1882).
Nature is ever compassionate all know,
She has her vindictiveness, yet, that denounces humanity;
A variety of roses adorn gardens a magnificently gorgeous row,
Don’t we observe thorns peeping from betwixt with absolute dishonesty?
The gentle breeze turns into tempests,
Cool water turning into floods our common human life arrests,
Earthquakes at unexpected hours create havocs bringing normalcy to tests...
Volcanoes, fire floods from under the earth, our cities annihilate,
Tsunamis, mountainous waters, lives of fisher folks eliminate,
Droughts, like holocausts, our farmers exterminate…
Tender motherhood turns into suicide bombers, who perilous hate blow,
Honesty giving way to viciousness and hover in heinous vanity;
Anarchy against orderliness declare hostile protests,
Thus negative features of nature inglorious tragedies legislate.
03 August 2021
Writing Prompt - Fragmented Spaces Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Categories:
havocs, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
My love for grey hairs will not be slaughtered
I like the truth & more
The right to fall over head heels in love.
Following love in its lapses - I see enemies as threat.
Stirring love in a loving drum
Enemies stir it in havocs & death
Some counts love for elders as early death
I count love for grey hairs has long life & wishes
Some says it's powerful to grow grey hair
It takes many swords & ailments to swallow
Many hidden arrows & curses to digest
Grey hair is no child's play but dream
Grey hair is of two faces
One of the poor - a tinted one for the rich
Some says the throne of power is for grey hairs
It no child's seat - it a death trap filled with sacrifices of innocent bloods
Some times they're right - some times they're wrong
The enemy is always the one that agrees
Let me praise grey hairs often
So I may grow in peace
Categories:
havocs, 1st grade, horror,
Form:
Free verse