Best Impiety Poems
I held down my head in obscurity disdain and rejected
I stand alone, alone
Oppression has been my outcry, my cry
Days of merciless labour, injustice has become
my pain, my pain
Days of suffering trigger my thoughts to retreat beneath
As the dread of injustice infiltrate this place, this place
The sting of cruelty penetrates my brain, my brain
And impiety of those who punished with pain remain
unmoved by their callous game
Oppression inflicted is the epitome of evil
Mingled with the smell of death I am afflicted
These shackles of bondage torments my brain
Creating intimidation relentlessly unbearable
I questioned this exploit, why is this my plight
This is not right, this is not right
Why am I denied of my rights, for a fair fight
In spite of the aggravate
It’s not too late to disintegrate these chains
of bondage that was meant to intimidate
Categories:
impiety, rights,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Cyberpunk melodies from a broken shell.
Fishing a crooked coin from the wishing well.
Slanted rooftops slash and burn.
How the trapezoid takes its turn.
Scaling heights beyond the skies.
Some are dark most are lies.
Miscalculation to the Nth degree.
All we really want will never be free.
Reality melds with fiction.
When it suffers from inproper diction.
The glass stained with blood and light.
Is it wrong because it's right?
We categorise our lack of society
With a gross abundance of impiety.
Never ill always well.
Cyberpunk melodies from a broken shell.
Categories:
impiety, visionary
Form:
Rhyme
Shadows sneak and confuse confidence behind me.
Mistakes made in mirrored reflection remind me.
Time does pay a toll to my sad, unhappy soul,
with borrowed currency—from someone, confines me.
In the search for immortality, I am lost,
but for certain I do know that death will find me.
I can’t stand on rocks cast by those who have not sinned.
Impiety preaching piety reminds me.
Seek and find questions to answers, some things need change.
The choice to always settle will never bind me.
Maybe Michael, hope isn’t just mere happenstance,
but part of predestined plan that entwines me.
Submitted for Jared's "The Ghazal" contest.
Categories:
impiety, lifeurdu,
Form:
Ghazal
“Saint Joan Of Arc The Maid of Orléans””
“Jehanne la Pucelle”
Joan of Arc a pious peasant farmer's daughter
In her times alone, she spent it in adoration
~
Ten year old Joan runs in joyful play
Through the field of red poppies
Taking a shortcut through the forest
Anxious to get to her father's farm
~
Sunlight burst with wind and the sounds of voices
Blowing through the tendrils of limbs and leaves
"Save France from her enemies and bring them back to the hands of God"
~
A young uneducated woman with no military experience
Gave hope to a monarchy and brought unity to a nation
A fearless inspirational warrior that never raised her sword to kill
But to give hard clouts to trollops and run them off from camp
~
Under divine guidance Joan Of Arc a seventeen-year old heroine
Of the Hundred Years' War between France and England
Led battle after victorious battle
~
Those that praised her ended up plotting against her
She was captured by the Burgundians
~
The English then purchased her and charged her for treason
By ecclesiastical court at the English stronghold of Rouen
Furious at the audacity of a young peasant girl
Could be a battlefield commander and could bring down a country
They couldn't charge her for her victories
So they charged her for with witchcraft, magic, impiety, and wearing men’s clothes.
~
To the very end at the cemetery of St-Ouen
Facing death by fire
She claimed she was guided by voices from God
She asked for a cross kissed it and held it to her chest, repeating
"Jesus"
"Jesus"
"Jesus"
~
She was burned alive
9/12/2015
Joan Of Arc, nicknamed “The Maid of Orléans” is considered a heroine of France for her role during the Lancastrian phase of the Hundred Years’ War, and was canonized as a Roman Catholic saint.
Born: 1412 Domrémy-la-Pucelle, France Died: May 30, 1431
Categories:
impiety, inspirational, woman,
Form:
Free verse
VI
Deeds
Patrick traveled lightly,
He carried but his needed load
And made himself as useful
As he could along the road.
He aided all who asked him,
Offering a hand where'er he went
And they, pagan or not, knew in his form
A blessing had been sent.
He made it, at last, to Ireland
And saw that he was needed there,
For, by the tribal rulers,
Hope in life had been made bare;
In his Creator's will for him,
Patrick was most sure--
That in his steadfast faith in God
Would lay any problem's cure.
Patrick was a foreigner,
He had no wordly protection
As he wandered through the Counties,
Which were then tribal sections.
Gifts and money, Patrick refused,
For conversion God did send
Him among the tribes and chieftains,
this rarely made a friend.
(Patrick never knew
That by the Druids long before
A vision had been prophesied,
A piece of their fathers' lore
About a harsh reformer,
From whose table would fly impiety
And those, who chose to follow him,
In blindness would agree.)
Patrick preached the gospel,
Forgiveness and mercy
And taught the Irish people
Of the soul lasting eternity,
Though some would not hear or objected,
Some could not resist-
There were so many converts
With no need to insist.
The people told that Patrick
Truly loved to teach
And time flew from his awareness
When he started to preach,
(He carried a gnarled staff of Ash
Where ever he went)
One night he preached so long,
The stick, roots into the ground, had sent!
Once Patrick lit a fire
Upon Slane hill in County Meath.
Billows of smoke filled the air
And rose above the heath,
He did this in defiance
Of Leoghary, who was king
And through Patricks brave resistance,
Christ's teachings, through, did ring:
Many pagans hauled up buckets,
The whole hillside they drenched,
But Patrick's Paschal fire
But by him could be quenched.
It was upon this hillside
Patrick dispelled pagan divinity
By plucking the trefoil shamrock
To illustrate the Trinity.
Categories:
impiety, god, history, ireland,
Form:
~DAMAGED~
TAUNTING OF YOUR SADIST WHISPERS, ECHO IN MY HEAD
CONSTANTLY REMINDING ME, OF YOUR DESECRATION INFUSED
MY SELF~ESTEEM RENDERED UNTO ME, IN RATIONS FOR OBEDIENCE
NUMBLY, I ENVISIONED A CHANGE...THAT WOULD NEVER COME
WHELPS 'PON MY SOUL, DEEPER THAN THOSE MY SKIN
YOUR MANIACAL BARRAGES, VIRTIGUOUSLY PERVADE MY SLUMBER
FOR WANT OF MY TEARS, YOU...CAUSED MY RETREAT OF LIFE'S LIVING
THOUGH I STILL TRY TO CLEAVE, FOR WANT OF AN ENDING MORE ELATIVE
FOR ALL TREASURE OF TH' EARTH, I WOULD NOT SUFFER YE 'GAIN
I USED TO BELIEVE TH' PAST, WOULD NOT DETERMINE MY TOMORROWS
BUT JADED I'VE BECOME, MY TRUST NOW OPPRESSED IN CONTEMPT
FOR THAT WHICH DIDN'T KILL ME, YOU...MADE ME HUNGER
BELITTLED N' BROKEN, I NOW STAND ALONE...
MY EMPATHY FOR YOUR NEXT PREY, I OFFER AS SACRIFICE FOR YOUR DEMISE
WHEN YOU FIND YOURSELF, AMONGST TH' DEMONS OF YOUR IMPIETY...
FOR AS LONG AS I'M ALLOWED, I WILL SMILE INTO YOUR EYES...
...DAMAGED
©~AZAZA~'09
Categories:
impiety, angst, art, confusion, dedication,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Unknown to him, I watched from the shadows of rocks far below,
He, dancing like a scarecrow atop the cliff edge, limbs at unnatural angles,
Broad grin of chiseled teeth gleaming in the wan light of the moon ...
Looking up to spit blood at its face, making sadistic biting gestures,
Almost as if he could taste the pale blue beams ... or nip them off, thus.
Maybe he could, this Demon of Lies, for darkest magic was his faith and forte,
Most any miracle, his, tho' cursed as payment to never take his own form,
Wearing, instead, the sinews of those who sold their souls for desire, deceit.
Yes, I watched intently as he spun his grotesque jig, cackling with impiety,
For a NEW flesh hung loose upon his skeleton, and its face ... was my own.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Pick A Title, Volume 5 - Verse" Poetry Contest
Edward Ibeh, Judge & Sponsor.
(I chose title number five - "A Macabre Dance")
Categories:
impiety, dance, dark, fantasy, moon,
Form:
Verse
Demoness ...
Tread soft near me, pray thee ...
tread light and soft ... shall I yet awaken
to the warmth of your hellfire?
I am your infernal progeny,
birthed of you and Heaven ... I have been
torn with your ire ...
I have been rent and
burned by the cold flames of your
skin on mine ...
Dare you mix such immaculate flesh
with this gypsy, forsaken? I am thrall, with but
a taste of your dark nectar.
Oh, to pierce you with the keen blade of
truth, to slay your hot impiety, kill you with love, and
sate the horrid heart's hunger.
We swim the moonlight and
each other ... bare and bold, torn and told of
sacred secrets gained in treason.
Let that lie be our salvation ...
we rise in desire - we soar erotic, prurient,
woven, interlaced ...
One.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Brian's Choice 4, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
Categories:
impiety, love, passion, sensual, sexy,
Form:
Free verse
Villanelle: The only thing the masses can buy
The only thing the masses can buy
That’s not listed on the stock market
The one-way ticket out of our sky
They scrub they shine they barely e’er cry
With no bats to defend their wicket
The only thing the masses can buy
Marx and Engels tried to tell them why
Yet unions all the reasons forget
The one-way ticket out of our sky
Best show on earth watch democrat ploy
Big Ben Speaker cry “ORDER” and fidget
The only thing the masses can buy
Yet the masses sell votes on the sly
To slice bi-cameral house in secret
The one-way ticket out of our sky
Duped by spam tv fearful and shy
See they why Socrates kicked the bucket*
The only thing the masses can buy
The one-way ticket out of our sky
* "The trial of Socrates (399 BC) was held to determine the philosopher’s guilt of two charges: asebeia (impiety) against the pantheon of Athens, and corruption of the youth of the city-state; the accusers cited two impious acts by Socrates: “failing to acknowledge the gods that the city acknowledges” and “introducing new deities”.
The death sentence of Socrates was the legal consequence of asking politico-philosophic questions of his students, from which resulted the two accusations of moral corruption and of impiety. At trial, the majority of the dikasts (male-citizen jurors chosen by lot) voted to convict him of the two charges; then, consistent with common legal practice, voted to determine his punishment, and agreed to a sentence of death to be executed by Socrates’s drinking a poisonous beverage of hemlock." (Source Wikipedia)
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2018
Categories:
impiety, murder, people, philosophy, political,
Form:
Villanelle
In the gray plantations, gaiety abound
Food and drink were superfluous a need
The little family did share every bit gathered
Perry and Merry slept not, till the nests were safe
In the quiet peace they prayed for that gracious day
Perry was conscientious and Merry gave her care
That joyful sunset when the quintuplet did appear
A wave of happiness did soar the air above
What a wonderful family they made
Terry, Ferry, Serry, Herry and Berry
As they beautifully soared after Merry each day
Their gray paraphernalia did display warmth
Until famine sent them to the greens one day
When Berry’s eye did blink and his mind carried away
To the world of color and wealth; beauty and fame
Opaquely covering its impiety and rancor
He would stay longer and glare at the beauty
Until he met Dicey, who said there was a way
But how could he contravene his family merits?
He was choking with the poverty and needed an air of wealth
At least a few wings for himself and the family will do
But Dicey looked dicey, yet Berry reserved his fears
To dare and surpass the thick cloud of indigence
Wrapping his family and creating bounds; above and below
Hand in hand, Berry and Dicey did fly to Patty the king
Berry humbly poured his plea till it flowed to Patty’s heart
But the conditions could not be ignored and Patty knew
The conditions were sacrificial; virtues for wealth
Berry did ponder of his priceless piety
Meticulously prepared for him by Merry with love
No! he said, as he suffered the repercussions of his folly
And endured the torturous disdain of that impure world
Back into the sweet arms of his humble cherubic family!
Categories:
impiety, animals, life, family, beauty,
Form:
The agent of evil, the enemy of humanity
Who spreads discord and hatred; extreme
Who does not tolerate peace and harmony
With ignorance and bigotry as his minions
Is busy ever to create chaos and commotion.
Let us listen to the cry of distress of humanity
And all cases of agony of the noble and simple
Let all the people come together to fight the evil
With unrelenting opposition; a decisive crusade
Against the impiety and uphold eternal virtues.
Categories:
impiety, religious, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse
angel ...
tread soft near me ...
pray thee, tread light and soft
shall I yet awaken to the buffet of your wings?
come, night, those diaphanous pinions
to enfold me, trembling
bleed the will from my flesh ...
dare you barter the moon to squander time
with such a worldly creature as this?
oh, what mortal madness be yet ours
your heavenly covenant in ruin
to just once drink deep the mix of
this callow mouth and thy starlit tresses, spilling ...
love forbidden and a passion, insatiate, draws naught but poison
let that bane be our undoing ... our ardent curse
entwined, delirious ... falling ... tumbling ...
ONE.
~
demoness ...
tread soft near me ...
pray thee, tread light and soft
shall I yet awaken to the warmth of your hellfire?
I am your infernal progeny, birthed of you and heaven
I have been torn with your ire, rent and burned ...
by the cold flames of your skin on mine
dare you mix such immaculate flesh with this gypsy, forsaken?
I am thrall, with but a timid taste of your dark nectar ...
oh, to pierce you with the keen blade of truth
to slay your hot impiety, kill you with love
and sate the horrid heart's hunger.
we swim the moonlight and each other ...
bare and bold, torn and told of sacred secrets, gained in treason.
let that lie be our salvation, for we rise in desire ...
we soar erotic, prurient, woven, interlaced ...
ONE.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Strand Select O Any Form Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
Categories:
impiety, longing, love, metaphor, passion,
Form:
Free verse
You aren't,
What you look;
You aren't,
The body you have;
You are what,
Others take you,
When you show up,
Yourself to them;
You are the persona,
Show up when you behave;
Others accept, reject,
'Yes' to your
Serenity and love;
'No' to impiety and severity;
They verify you,
"Who you are";
© sadashivan nair
Categories:
impiety, poetry, spiritual,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Back in day (of ma
mum, and perhaps
since time immemorial)
utterances of physicians
nsync with Staff of Asclepius
pounded against floor,
(which wrought
life to entwined serpent,
whose beady
eyed hypnotic power)
understandably
ranked doctors among
near mythical powerful
Gods, who ought
best not be ignored, thus
(then a young Harriet Harris,
now long since deceased)
felt overbearing heft of
medical practitioners final words,
and subsequently would nought
refute, ignore, nor
dispute sacred commandment
hence would n'er be accused
of sacrilegious immodesty,
impiety, or impropriety
(towards medical institution),
and never doubt voice
most supreme in the universe,
thus she felt caught
against challenging authority
meekly surrendered
her only son, bought
with bargaining chip
indubitable faith
in omnipotent equip
ment with hocus
pocus magic to flip
precious life humming along,
or force death grip
upon a lovely boy (christened
Matthew Scott Harris),
at present lapsed beet hip
pea hooping to stave
off crossing the lip
of LX bracket, there
fore reckons a nip
and tuck (think
prefrontal lobotomy),
asper when just a pip
squeak ushered,
where mine existence
could be mortgaged
with accidental,
(or purposeful) slip
of the knife, while
under anesthetized trip
returning minus a mass of
enlarged lymphatic tissue
between the back of
the nose and the throat.
Categories:
impiety, 1st grade, anxiety, fate,
Form:
Bio
Asked for a real gift from above
wrapped in red from head to toe with love
She belief, it can't be wrong
this is where I belong
impiety from a little dove
16.12.2022
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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A Funny Santa Limerick Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
3rd place in the contest
* Inspired by the song :
I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus
Categories:
impiety, christmas, humor, love,
Form:
Limerick