Best Inflict Poems
Vivid flashbacks from bloodshed battles
his soul still ravaged by devious dictators,
cries from fallen comrades still echo in his mind,
but he continues to walk upon a path of pandemonium.
Reluctantly he ventures forward with
vengeance portrayed through embers
engulfed within his frenzied eyes -
reflecting his mother's irreversible tears.
He is no mercenary nor a moneymaker,
just a repentant drifter, preparing for bedlam.
His purpose in sight, he closes his eyes,
but struggles to erase his thoughts,
as the sins of his ancestry inflict his mind.
Angels attempt to light his path with harmonic chords,
but demons cause havoc strumming broken strings.
Entering the kingdom of dry fountains,
where God has no influence,
he is afraid to inhale its corrupt pollutant air.
Charcoal clouds rumble,
before horizons shed unwelcome tears.
Before him platinum priests preach,
as court jesters dance with sly grins,
hiding metaphorical daggers behind their backs.
To his right overfull hospitals have no beds,
as penniless patients plead to be cured.
To his left the self proclaimed vain king
sits on his cardboard throne,
throwing dollars into a blazing fire place.
To his side his tyrannical hypocritical queen
hides behind her simulated smile,
oblivious to her narcissistic prince's incest desires
towards her clueless imbecilic princess.
It's an endless loop of greed cultivating corrupt seed,
which continues to breed nefarious creed.
Miserable masses attempt to break free,
but their liberation is dissected by cretinous henchmen.
In the marketplace of Machiavellian thieves,
merchant pawns auction fragmented dreams.
Sold to the biggest idiot!
His eyes full of disbelief, now rage with anarchy!
Intoxicated knights raise their half empty glasses,
as he calmly walks into this man made sand castle.
Gifts the cunning conniving cook some cyanide,
which he empties into his delectable broth.
Both watch as the elevated ones savour it like dogs,
perishing dramatically to their deserved downfall.
Beyond his childhood playground,
now with rusty swings and slides,
he places a crimson rose upon his mother's grave,
kissing her untouched headstone.
Expressionless he walks into the distance,
as storms wash away weak foundations.
Silent One
25 July 2018
Categories:
inflict, analogy, metaphor, political,
Form:
Ballad
My thoughts whirring
When life freezes the blood
Actions that burn in hell
A fire that burns forever
Terror - their empire of hate
Fearless, they control our destiny
Terrible destruction done by weak and miserable people
They mark their strength as animals, with deposition of urine
"Hell on Earth" these demons will inflict upon mankind
Of human destruction and evil, woe and shame
How likely we can find "The Earth's Paradise"
I look far around, but not close
We want to live in butterfly harmony
From wing to wing - of their joy and dance
29 - 05 - 2017
(unrhymed couplets)
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Categories:
inflict, angst, butterfly, conflict, earth,
Form:
Couplet
The handwriting became darker,
And I imagined your hands pressing upon the page,
Wavering whether to write your thoughts or not
Soon, sure, the wavering became conviction,
And in your mind you decided to write,
“Always yours”
Tears sprung from my eyes,
As convicted as your burdened letters
I condemned myself to love again,
How cruel the ink seeped into my marrow
To flitter and flutter upon mere words on a page
Words with promises, confessions, and affection
I could barely read through the gasps of my soul,
The screaming of my mind, and the bleeding of my heart
“Always yours” . . .
Do not inflict me like the plague, oh destroyer!
Do not soon crawl into these open arms
That would not dare push you away
I will love you till the days swallow me whole,
Till the light in you bellows cold with indifference!
We are words, my corresponding dear,
Deepening upon a page about to break
We are words, nothing more,
That are always,
Always Yours
Categories:
inflict, heart, introspection, passion, poetry,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Written: October 05, 2023
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Words are just darts thrown toward meaning.
In a linguistic dance, they find their gleaming
With every utterance, their aim takes flight.
Seeking understanding, conquering the night
But with atrocity on their hands, they agreed,
Words have the power to induce hearts to bleed.
Each syllable is a weapon, sharp and true.
Words can build bridges or tear them in two.
In this world of language, where battles are fought,
Words hold the key to the lessons we're taught.
They can heal wounds or inflict eminent pain.
They can inspire love or drive us insane.
Yet, words are just darts thrown toward meaning.
Often missing their mark, often careening.
Can be twisted, misunderstood, lost in translation,
Landing in hearts with a different vibration.
But still, we wield them, hoping to convey
The depths of our thoughts, the emotions at play
We string them together, akin to pearls on a thread.
Crafting stories, poems, and songs to be said
Words are our canvas, our palette, our brush,
Painting pictures of joy, sorrow, and hush.
They can capture a moment, freeze it in time,
Or transport us to places, worlds so sublime.
Categories:
inflict, analogy, appreciation, character, community,
Form:
Rhyme
"LADY DEATH" ------Chaos!!!
Craving life was all of 'HOPE' desire.
Torturing her into the odyssey of Hells fire.
Ending her in heartbreak by her own insane,
cruel father Matthias.
A demon so obsessed with dark power.
Head demon to all hells devour.
Matthias allowing his beloved 'HOPE' to be burned.
In a hellish death as a witch.
Pleading for her life.
All 'HOPE' is lost,
in a pit of endless broken bones.
The supernatural appeared in front of 'HOPE'.
'HOPE' complied and renounce to give up humanity.
Tricked by demons who lied.
Manipulated that this would save her sanity.
A power bestowed with a creation so rare.
A Demi Goddess of destruction.
Chaos soon will inflict every hour.
With death in her place, she turns into,
a cold blooded Diva of Death.
Reliving in the plague of dark ages.
Angels and Demons flow through her blood.
With contradiction of many stages.
Many evil forces out to end her existence.
Betrayed by all she knew.
Now she is locked in a demonic resistance.
Defeating Lucifer herself.
Blading the neck of the prince
Death lusting for power in an epic battle.
Lost forever in the era of judgment.
Revenge she claims on her throne.
Making Lucifer's power her own.
A forever endless graveyard.
Restoring into the blood of her new home.
Making hell tremble, many slay to death's assault.
Death arising to all her faults.
Declaring the lost of 'HOPE'
A man's worst nightmare in the sweetest form.
Overthrowing her one time dream.
Obsessed with his Lady'''
Evil Earnie.
Rides by her side.
A domino of all killers.
In a blood bath stream.
Killing everyone in his & her path.
Killing for her love, his Lady Death love.
Pondering about her lifeless soul.
"All HOPE is gone!"
all that is left is death.
"Lady Death"
Lord of hell
On a mission of Mega Death.
To conquer all of earth.
Men killing for her demonic way.
Evil Earnie matching to the depth of her Odyssey.
With the belief.
That behind every good man, (EVIL EARNIE)
is a good women.. (LADY DEATH)
((Lady Death is a character in her own CHAOS ))
Categories:
inflict, dark, death, evil, fantasy,
Form:
Epic
We talked at length
The hours we passed
The life you lived
Oh the horrors
So many men's live snuffed
Oh Arizona, a dedication
Whose souls be at rest
Amidst oily scum
And so many others
Sightless eyes watch
The world in disintegration.
Yes, you’ve seen
Many unimaginable horrors
Those only Man can inflict
You’ve grasped my heart
I watched you whither away
A hero by all accounts
God rest your soul
Oh gentle man.
God rest ye gentle man.
My heart aches
With your passing
Now I have your cherished one
She that you know
Rested in my heart
For years and years and years
The one that tended you
All that time
Oh yes, that woman of women
She is in my arms
Forever… my very first love
The thought of whose love
Brings tears to my eyes
Together… finally…
Forever.
Never
Worry…
Never
Forget…
Just so you know…
Semper Fidelis... you are my hero Donald Canan,USMC, WWII veteran Western
Pacific... he told death to get bent. May God Rest your soul.
Categories:
inflict, death, father, introspection, love,
Form:
Elegy
The Ukrainian flag flies again in Kherson, it is a joy to see
The Russian army are running scared from Ukraines military
Russia pulled out its army saying it was a tactical move
But against Ukraines valiant army, they have a lot to prove.
Their so called special military operation is now lying in tatters
Total victory for the brave Ukrainians is now all that matters
Russia have had many setbacks you hear about them everyday
Ukraine will not yield to the Russians and are driving them away.
The retreating Russian army have now pulled back to the Dnipro River
With a harsh winter approaching I hope they get frostbite and shiver
They've behaved like wild animals and they do not deserve to live
It will be a cold day down in the furnace of hell before anyone can forgive.
But Ukraine remains cautious as the Russians beat a hasty retreat
Vladimir Putin is so thick skinned and he will not accept defeat
They've probably laid booby trap explosives, to inflict fatal injury
They don't care who they kill, be it innocent civilians or military.
Vladimar Putin will be removed from power, it is just a matter of time
I hope he's handed over, and in the Hague charged with his heinous crime
But for now proud Ukrainians celebrate, as their flag again flies in Kherson
I pray that in time we'll hear about Ukraines victory, and how the war was won.
Written on 12th November 2022.
Categories:
inflict, celebration, conflict, death, war,
Form:
Rhyme
Above all else
A daughter
wants to be seen……by her mother
There are small big things
That are said
That are done
Those disapproving glances
Tiny big criticisms
The imperceptible monumental moments
The shame that accompanies disappointment
The knowing she can’t meet expectations
Still she desperately tries
All the while
a part of her rebels
needing to find herself
She needs to see herself
even when she feels unseen
Above all else
A mother
wants the best…..for her daughter
She sacrifices
EVERYTHING
Including herself
Sometimes even the relationship
Dreams are powerful destructive things
They are forces of nature
not easily wielded
Pushing pulling
Forks in the road
Doors to open
Potential to achieve
Pitfalls to avoid
Mothers want the best
They stand as guardians
of both the past and the future
Those things they have lost
Those things they hope for
They sometimes miss the present
They cannot see the paper cut wounds they inflict
Mothers
Daughters
Above all
they know each other
In the end they have a way of seeing
Children of children
Hope from hope
Do overs
Softened voices
Glimpses
Stories told around dinner tables
Laughter
Tears
Anger and joy
The act of seeing and being seen,
it takes several lifetimes being joined together.
Categories:
inflict, anxiety, birth, child, courage,
Form:
Free verse
I know I'm really tired
I just don't want to sleep
I guess I'm just really wired
Dreams will make me weep
I'm scared to see those things and sounds
Locked deep inside my brain
Make me sweat and wriggle around
Makes me think that I'm insane
Rational thinking is the cure
Its easier said than done
When your thoughts are so obscure
Rationality is to far gone
Stay awake with my relief
Is the action I shall do
My inner thought bare belief
Share them all with you
Anger resentment on oneself
Is a starter just for ten
Nice and calm me sat on the shelf
It's happening all too often
Guilt that burns within ones soul
Is hotter than volcano lava
Need to find the deepest hole
And cool it like a bottle of cava
Worthlessness is another one
But how can this be the case
For advice i give to everyone
But I can't keep up the pace
Failure is the biggest thing
It hits you like a rock
Needing help is so belittleing
You want to crawl into a sock
I could of said an obscenity
In that last verse of course
But this I say with sincerity
I will get back on my horse
These feelings now I've let out
Are because I'm so upset
So I write in form or shout
To be infront of the net
Glad to be on this mortal coil
Walk head high once again
Get sleep at night with no spoil
Black dog inflict no pain
Goodnight "sleepwell"
Categories:
inflict, anxiety, courage, depression, fear,
Form:
Free verse
The man stumbled on, wanting to get as far away as possible
the sights he had seen and lived through too terrible to contemplate.
How could another human deliberately inflict such awful things on another.
He could see a gentle stream of smoke arising from the distant chimney
and headed for the shelter it offered, staggering on until he reached it.
It was a pretty cottage nestled deep into the hillside and isolated.
He tumbled through the door and collapsed on the floor.
Mistily he drifted in then out of consciousness unable to focus
aware vaguely of a gentle touch that soothed and replenished.
He drank from the cup pressed to his lips and then let go.
The old lady shook her head at the follies of mankind,
and set to work bandaging his festering wounds.
She made a drawing potion to clean out the poison
that had taken a fierce hold racking him with fever.
Then she covered him and stoked up the fire.
For three days he lay in a coma muttering about the war,
not an ordinary one, oh no, this war caused carnage.
Evil stalked the land every hand turned against the other.
Sons killing fathers and brothers and to what point?
A simple disagreement about Creed had started this.
Weakened by the ravages he was slow to fully heal
yet he learned much from the old lady causing him to rethink.
To look at things with eyes a-new seeing the other point of view.
These new values he took with him when he left thanking her gratefully.
He set out on a new route, his task now to heal and bring peace.
Standing a-midst the crowd on a small hillock he taught them new values
not by preaching as such but by parables that showed the way to peace.
After all he would say; Pause and Think, For What are We without hope?
Everything gone by can be changed, all we have to do is care and act.
So lit the small flicker in your heart and fan up a healing blazing flame.
Categories:
inflict, dark, hope, war,
Form:
Epic
Pain had I ignited bright
Through my silence, had my hurt worsened
Denied conversations with all for superficial reasons, I had
Forgetting that love was my life
And people were my love
As I danced, did I repent
Slower were my motions
An expression of joy, had my face not worn
Though the subtlety, left all indifferent
Seen me as myself, they had
The scarring in my body, was concealed
Each hand grasped, healing another wound
My ignorance, claimed no mask
If my words you could not hear, they were not yours
A norm had I created, to destroy myself
Though forgiveness, had been a gift received
Grudges, were there none to find
Every gesture, a reconciliation for me
Hatred, was there none to emit
A wealth of moments, had been created
Unity had proved solid, through the rhythm
A spectacle, had the front created
Humanity at its best, is when material is undesired
My hate almost undone, through the arms of strangers
Caged my heart had I, for many months
Its beats' restrictions, pleading to stop
My acknowledgement, had been in vain
Torture did I sought more to inflict
Until your beauty was mine to behold
In your movements, was my heart freed
Your existence, I refuted as an absence
Success was inevitable through my acts
Than upon your face, my eyes fell
And my love, had been remembered again
All that was true, had I sighted in your acceptance
Swaying with you, transited my apologies
Healed my hate, had dance
Enabled reconciliation, had each hand
In swaying with you, had my love been freed
Categories:
inflict, change, dance, forgiveness, heart,
Form:
Sestina
Could I take love and push it out the door
Make it to die and breathe of life no more
Could I take love and with a spear impale
To make it breathe it’s last, I would not fail
Could passion be a personified I’d try
To beat and torment, then I’d make it die
Desire would be next my wrathe to taste
I'd murder it for what it’s laid to waste
I would inflict the cruelest agony
For what imposters these have done to me
I’d close my ears to cries of mercy made
Until I bury them and turn the spade
For they have only gifted grief and pain
And clothed my heart in shrouds of the insane
Eileen
Categories:
inflict, analogy, anger, angst, death,
Form:
Sonnet
Being gay is a nightmare,
Yet not for what it's worth,
But for the social wear and tear,
Of not fitting in on Earth.
Does my taste for men inflict upon you,
A pain so great with which you cannot stand?
Does my choice for which orifice I go through,
Neccessitate legal and righteous bans?
Love is but a shadow,
That fills with what might is missing:
Obsidian sands of another's soul,
That blend with light while kissing.
Is it right for us who are named demons and pariahs,
To live under the pallor of an unlit umbra,
And forever feel trapped in Sitri's grasp on gaia,
Who holds firm grip upon those souls he has encumbered?
I think not, for I am a flame that flickers in the darkest of black nights,
Whence no candle nor lantern is 'round I'm found within the whitest light.
Say what you will with your silver pious tongues,
But you who demonize the denizens are the abominations,
For any being who wishes to see another hung,
For love can be found in Hell's Grand Central Station.
Categories:
inflict, love,
Form:
Rhyme
"Actions of Love"
by: Eric L. Boddie
What if I were to instigate your heart to join with my own
Would you make me the place you call home
If I challenge your body to a duel of pleasure
Would you be willing to expose your treasure
If I dare your Soul to become my mate
Would you define me as your fate
If I urge your eyes to see my truth
Would you help me build Love under just one roof
If I influence your hands to want to touch my frame
Would you declare yourself as only my personal toy without shame
If I bet your tongue that it can't out wrestle mine in any timing
Would you just accept it or would you die trying
If I inflict you with Love That's Truly Heavenly
Would you take your rightful place in Eric's Destiny....
Categories:
inflict, beautiful, i love you,
Form:
Couplet
Before the faint feathered light of dawn becomes airborne
and the world around me lies hushed in peaceful slumber
I often ruminate on the rose and its weaponry of a thorn
equating them to thoughts that both please and encumber
I delve deeply into my soul where passion has been worn
How resplendent the petals of a bloomed dew-kissed rose
Velvet to my finger's touch, in its long-stemmed splendor
Like tender blessings I receive as I reflect in quiet repose
the echoes pulsing within my heart, in grateful surrender
It's there I remember whispers of love and its tragic woes
Uninvited comes the sting of thorns; my cause for bleeding
Deep scratches that inflict mordant worry and sullen pains
but never have they breached my stoic faith by misleading
my heart to cast asperse shadows of scars and bloodstains
on the life of this servant who for God's mercy is pleading
I hear the love song of a wood thrush, calling to its mate
Through a window glows golden glimmers of morning sun
I'm imbued by a breath of warmth, garnered as I meditate
on the generous gift of a new day, sovereignly being spun
I humble myself through life's rivers that I must navigate
6/24/20
Reflection in Silence Poetry
Categories:
inflict, motivation,
Form:
Rhyme