Best Inflicting Poems
In the realm of battles waged by fate,
Where heroes rise and villains bait,
There dwells a force, unconquerable, vast,
A nemesis, whose shadow is cast.
With nefarious intent, it seeks to harm,
An archenemy, a symbol of alarm.
It weaves its web of darkness deep,
Inflicting punishment vengefully does creep.
No hero can escape its relentless grip.
It thrives on conflicts, which none can skip.
A generic motivation, it lacks,
Driven only by the thrill of attacks
Its hubris knows no bounds; it knows no shame.
It believes it is beyond any blame.
But in the realm of battles, there lies a truth
Hubris and nemesis are intertwined, as wisdom and youth.
The nemesis, with its cunning ways,
Lures hubris into a treacherous maze.
It tempts the ego, fuels the fire,
Until the hubris burns, consumed by desire,
In the face of adversity, heroes must stand tall.
To face the nemesis and conquer it all.
But beware oh brave ones, of the hubris within.
For it blinds the wise, leading to their own sin.
In the realm of battles waged by fate,
Where heroes rise and villains bait,
There dwells a force, unconquerable, vast,
A nemesis, whose shadow is cast.
With nefarious intent, it seeks to harm,
An archenemy, a symbol of alarm.
But through perseverance and strength of will,
The heroes rise, and versus all odds, they fulfill
They learn from the past, the mistakes they've made,
And with newfound wisdom, they start to evade.
Word Bank
1/ Hubris: Excessive pride, presumption, or arrogance
Grandiose belief in one's personal ability, privilege, or infallibility
2/ Nemesis: A long-standing rival, downfall, or ruination of someone or something
Categories:
inflicting, analogy, appreciation, creation, dream,
Form:
Rhyme
This global pandemic causes confusion from social isolation.
In a virtual world without human touch - there will be irritation.
When burdens of life, echo like chunks of tumbling rubble
mind is misplaced in intense injustice - inflicting trouble.
With no desire for fake and scentless artificial flowers,
the soul is soothed by buds which flourish in April showers.
To sit in smooth stillness of silence, admiring nature's grace,
a paradise of petals, guide emotions to that peaceful place.
Windmill palm spreads its charm among yellow, white, lilac roses,
darling dahlia in hues of pink and white gaze at fuchsia poses.
Lovable lobelia and bewitching begonia hang from baskets,
above a colony of bees living under a pen for rabbits.
Bees buzz among an abundance of blossoming nectar,
their aim to *bee their queen's favourite honey collector.
A poet's eyes will always admire vibrant butterfly wings,
a poet's ears will always listen to melodies a bird sings.
A flower garden is a silent sanctuary - inspiring one's muse,
like rain after a hot day, refreshing buds in twilight dews.
If fate and destiny depended upon the sowing of seeds,
how would you cultivate ideas to prevent the growth of weeds?
The Silent One
15 August 2020
*deliberately spelt as bee (not a spelling mistake)
Categories:
inflicting, peace, senses, silence,
Form:
Couplet
Mardi Gras "The Medieval Story"
On a hot, heavy night in Orleans,
Joan and Jane were seen rubbing chest on chest
An inviting, intimate moment, to undress
Two pretty trimmed tops, eating like dames
They touched in ways, that drove those who make war insane
The secret spilled before the sun sprawled across the floor
Medieval England, banging on iron set doors,
All around men and women, wanting to witness the whiplash
Beads and beads of love, thrown at their feet
Joan' and Jane', having fun in front of, yesterdays courtyard
Sweet acts of flagellation were performed to stimulate the crowd
Screaming, and receiving, intense, brutal lacerations
In the eyes of endless nudity, everything wet in between
Left to right, a secluded society, dance in masquerade
Two men rise and ravage Jane, from hip to hip
Join-in, was a Jouster, and Lord Johnsburg,
They came in a little closer to claim, Joan
Closing, and inflicting as much damage as possible
Crestfallen forces of the unknown, -the audience grows
Remain firm and indulge this wet period of the Middle Ages,
The first crusade held stones in each hand,
Applauding to neck the beauty of friends
A noose hanging high held no head on this day
Yelling to feel the pain perils of anguish,
This was in reality the vassal of Jane
The King, ask to see them on their knees
Before he seeded, sending the Spanish tickler,
Fetching for the finest skin
At her end, Joan, watched Jane, spread like never before
Perfumed skin, rising up in smoke, -Joan's final stroke
Left burning at the Stake, In a Medieval World, from hell
The Siege of Joan and Jane did not end well
A lonely Bard, now sits and sings a sadistic tale,
A tale, of dirty deeds, -a dancing bloody masquerade
Joan and Jane, compensating for the Mardi Gras Parade
By: SKAT
Categories:
inflicting, adventure, celebration, dark, death,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
RANSOM NOTE
A stark white note left on the front door,
Bright red droplets of blood on the floor,
Dear God, let my niece and child be alive,
Please, please let them survive!
I am told do not to call in the police,
Lest they take revenge and their patience cease,
But I have no option, I must,
True story of this kidnap is lust,
Money they want, I want my children and peace,
I want my children back, please!
I sit anxiously and terrified by the phone,
I’m so exhausted I fall asleep all alone
Waiting to hear good news,
And praying the situation will defuse.
I’m frozen with fear to my very core,
But suddenly hear voices, and a knock on my door,
With trepidation I open, there stand the police,
With two wide eyed children, my son and my niece,
They look battered, a young girl and a small boy,
I couldn’t contain my tears and ecstatic joy,
As I engulf them in a hug, dear God, they’re alive,
You made sure, that you helped them survive!
The wicket culprits were arrested in a dark lane,
Inflicting petrified children with unthinkable strain,
My life no longer seemed senseless and black,
For I had my purpose for life back!
Justice and the long arm of the law had won,
The greatest joy for a mother, under the sun!
Categories:
inflicting, children, fear, god,
Form:
Rhyme
Allow altruistic artistry among ailing american adversaries.
Bartering begins before begging beasts break brothers.
Capture calamity controlling catastrophe calming castration.
Dedicate decisions directed down dreary deaf disillusionment.
Eradicate equality earning efficient energetic epiphany.
Follow fallen foreigners forgetting faithful flight from fluid folly.
Gasping greatness growing grapes given golden goodness.
Halt hollow hearts hearing helpless happiness.
Imagine impurity imitating indestructible ice inflicting impotent illness.
Justify jolly jerusalem jingling janitors joining january’s jewelry.
Kill kindergarten kings kicking kindly kindred kilts.
Lament likeable links lingering lowly light like lavender letters.
Mount monetary moments melting motherly marshal monuments.
Negate nightly notions noticing nurtured naughty nakedness.
Open oblivious obligation of odd operative oceans.
Propagate proposed premonitions producing proud pirate papas.
Quiet quilted questions quickly quoting quaint qualm quandary.
Remember righteous royalty returning rotten remnant rage.
Skip silent sulking surrounding super salty sounds squeezing sanity.
Teach talented tearful tyrants total trivial topics training treason.
Utter utopian universality upon united unitarian usurpers.
Violate vermin validity valuing victorious vomiting virgin volunteers.
Wash wandering women wondering whether western whiteness welcomes war.
X-ray xeric xenophobic xylem-made xebec.
Yearn yellow yearlings yelling yonder yuletide yachtsmen.
Zebra.
Categories:
inflicting, parody, people, social, kindergarten,
Form:
ABC
The Punching Bag - Through the Eyes of a Child
Each day the pattern was the same,
for all Dad’s shortcomings, my Mom got the blame.
WHACK! He cursed her for all his lost dreams…
WHACK! For missed opportunities, and failed schemes.
WHACK! Dad would hit his punching bag again,
to release all his pent-up frustration and pain.
When he felt inadequate and couldn’t cope with life,
he resorted to battering Mom, his “beloved” wife.
Of course, it was always her fault that things were bad;
so he made her suffer for all the troubles he had.
Inflicting her with insults, black-eyes, concussions, and cuts,
he claimed that she deserved them because she was like all sluts.
Craftily he played on her bully-enforced meekness,
getting down on his knees to beg for her forgiveness.
Moods swinging like a pendulum from night to day,
his promises were empty - he would never change his vile ways.
Predictably, he continued to torment her as he pleased,
degrading and abusing her…he never ceased.
He figured low self-esteem would prevent Mom from leaving;
and that she was a nobody, he really had her believing.
He was oh so convinced that needed audacity she lacked,
to ever think of opposing him, or of fighting him back.
Besides, with no family around, no job, and no dough,
he smugly concluded that she had no place else to go.
God knows she was weary of existing in this hell on earth;
and I was tired of seeing her endure all that unbearable hurt.
I had had enough of being terrified by that despicable monster,
who had ruined her and made our lives an utter disaster.
After convincing Mom that inevitably I’d suffer the same fate,
one night, we finally escaped to a shelter before it was too late.
*** Note: Thank God, nothing like this ever happened to me. But this piece is dedicated to those many women and their children who are victims of domestic violence.
08-31-2015
Contest: Through the Eyes of a Child
Sponsor:
Placement: 2nd
Categories:
inflicting, abuse, hurt, violence,
Form:
Rhyme
A. W. Nutter
Your beauty greets me in the morning
To your temptations none are immune
Like life, our time together is fleeting
So I visit daily to bask in your perfume
None can compare to your fragrance
Which enhances the hot summer air
Causing thoughts of love and romance
Enjoying the company of maidens fair
Occasionally your dark side emerges
Inflicting pain, by your barbs and thorns
It's always my fault, I hold no grudges
I should never grab you by your horn’s
No other flower has enjoyed the attention
Of poets and lovers, and those in mourning
The versatile Rose is used for every occasion
To express our deepest sentiments and feelings
Categories:
inflicting, imagination, nature
Form:
Broken Trust, Dying Of Love
Baby, nobody came when I cried out for you
if I were a lawyer maybe I would just sue
if a doctor, would heal my sad heart too
Nobody came baby, when my hot tears fell
the 'ole world has completely gone to hell
they say the sun is shining but I can not tell
Baby, nobody came, what the hell do I do
Oh my sweet darlin', what shall I ever do
Crying in my cereal, tears falling in my tea
baby, this damn hurtin', is all over me
I miss your lovin', that was so damn good
I'd crawl back to you, if only I ever could
prayin' you will come back, if only you would
Watched you leave, be damned if I know why
this damn hurtin' makes my soul want to die
tears are fallin' like raindrops from the sky
Taking my medicine, out back on the patio
drinking my whiskey, with Petty on the radio
my livin' without you, so damn sad you know
saddest sight I ever saw, was watching you go
I remember your touch, each and every kiss
Baby, thats the pain in what I so dearly miss
Darlin', I forgive you every lie you ever told
if only you'd return here for me just to hold
we can forgive each other, never again scold
Hurtin' all over me, has me in such despair
got me starving to death, whiting in my hair
return to my love and end this eternal scare
Baby, you broke my heart, shattered my mind
got me drinkin' whiskey, the strongest kind
Darlin', you got me crying all the damn time
writing all of this pain out in sad poetic rhyme
Still nobody comes, as I scream out your name
come on back, on me place all the damn blame
Without your sweet love, nothing is the same
baby move back in, my wild ways you did so tame
O' Baby, baby, I simply have to tell you this
Every damn good thing about you is what I miss!
Robert J. Lindley---
Note:
Written so damn long ago. I remember all the damn hurtin', why
she left I still don't know. Next three years I lived inflicting pain,
back into me --it left a miserable stain.
Life giveth and life taketh away, yet why I was broken I know not
even to do this day!
Looking back, I see a wild man that needed his ass straightened out!
Now that I'm so blessed, I know it was a gift, of that I have no doubt..
Categories:
inflicting, betrayal, conflict, cry, dark,
Form:
Rhyme
On a square in Ukraine in that war torn country
Over a hundred strollers are parked, but they're all empty
The children no longer need them because they're all sleeping
And those painful cries that you hear are their parents weeping.
Young innocent lives taken, who could do such a thing?
Their parents denied burying them, because of the bombing
Pure evil is at work, inflicting death and misery
All because Ukraine wanted to keep, her freedom and sovereignty.
The blood of children is on Putin's hands and one day he must pay
The west should ensure he'll face justice and we must find a way
He is the epitome of pure evil and the devil incarnate
And I hope for crimes against humanity, he'll suffer a similar fate.
Children still living are shell-shocked, too traumatised to cry
Witnessing acts of extreme violence and seeing people die
We know who the aggressor is, we know who to blame
How does he sleep at night?, hasn't he got any shame?
He's now getting desperate as he's threatened to go nuclear
In the hope that civilised nations, will pull back in fear
Does he honestly think that we'll scare easily
Yes, Russia has got nuclear weapons but then so have we.
Two wrongs don't make a right, it's often been said
But we must do more to stop this unnecessary bloodshed
The world must rise up against Putin , we must make a stand
Or it won't be long before the aggressor invades our land.
Written 20th March 2022.
Categories:
inflicting, children, conflict, death, heartbreak,
Form:
Rhyme
Love is not inflicting pain or sorrow though you are suffering.
Categories:
inflicting, love
Form:
Monoku
Falling like lightening
he who was cast forth
from the greatest heights
behold a pale horse
and the name of him who sat on it was death
Hades followed him
killing with the sword of hunger and famine
inflicting such pain the beasts of this earth
understand this he's a fallen angel
Let them with knowledge and wisdom
understand the truth reveals our end
Drinking from the wrath of the anti Christ
waiting in the wings an agent of unimaginable evil
possessed by Satan himself
I believe the board is set in the return of Christ
as pieces are about to move
A sign of modern times
he promises peace and persecutes those left behind
destroying to an unlimited degree our planet
prospering through greed his legacy
The end game has begun
once he appears a seven year reign will begin
Our Holy Master has spoken his name in Hebrew
he beheld Lucifer as lightening falling from the Heavens
I will ascend from the heights above the clouds
I will be like the most high sacred place
one quarter of the planet will bow and worship him
Categories:
inflicting, angel, christian, dark, lust,
Form:
Free verse
TIME KEEPER
Early morning
Late p.m.
These could be thankful periods of silence
The world drowsy
Or still asleep
And my teeming head hopefully
emptied out
What marvelous devolvings might be refreshed
When one is in a nothing state
The clatter of dreams and strivings finally settled
on the kitchen floor
I would borrow absence from my cat
He sits on the window sill head on paws
serene aggravating!
Yes so apparently empty he I am sure
isn’t aware of the ticking
The tick tick ticking of my large kitchen
clock
To my sensitive awareness like hail stones
on a flat tin roof
Yes! really a clack clack horrible clacking
And my cat?
Hah!
What is time to him?
Zip!
Nada!
This wretched inflicting of time on the eternal
Dave Austin
Categories:
inflicting, time,
Form:
Free verse
I see their intentions,
In their trances of manipulation,
Mind-warping affection, they laid upon you,
And knowingly you feed on what I thought you were absorbing…
You lash out at me screaming, saying,
“Rest your distrustful inflicting,
Look me in the eye, accept me, and free me!
I will consume their darkness in a bleeding light,
Whilst juggling in the enigmas you cramp me in!
You wonder why I welcome all,
As danger tickles my curves, arresting your nerves
You most sacred, superstitious little butterfly
Cease your incessant, mocking lectures
Flapping your wings at me in a colorful warning
Yes, I know you have seen it all you perfectly transformed worm!
I know what you know even though you think I do not know it!
Your metamorphosis of completion is impressive, yes,
Yet in your expectations, you ignore the fact that I am shapeless,
Stepping into the open air to confront change with all of its surprises.”
My multihued resolve silenced her…
“I hear you! I hear you oh so clear,
You innocent, raw little worm of a girl…
So I shall allow, just know:
My mighty wings are here to shade you, not smother you
As your guardian, I will trust with sting
Swearing on my every heartbeat,
I will protect you as you engorge on the thorns you call beauty
I will lift you from the brushes to let you peek at the hungry birds,
And you will plead for me to shield you once more
Though when I do not, and the birds dive down to consume you,
In fear, in haste, you will sprout your magnificent wings,
You will call out my name,
And in tears I will watch you fly far above them all!”
For Justin Bordner's contest, "The Instincts of Innocence"
Categories:
inflicting, beauty, freedom, growth, heart,
Form:
Epic
A thousand and one reasons
we sometimes seek answers
How did thanks turn
to such bitterness inflicting pain
Upsetting beyond all words
Good returned with bad will
Only a coward hides
behind someone else's face
Using them as a weapon
The knife
to cut deeply wounds
on someone else's behalf
Twisting good
using others as your tool
To inflict hurt on your word
I understand hate perfectly
But do not expect me
To stoop unto your low level
Unnecessary drama over nothing
No good comes out of hurting
someone who is kind
For they will be sorry
for the person you have become
it hurts a lot in the heartbeat
truly in the end
hope will find peace
Categories:
inflicting, confusion, emotions, faith, heartbreak,
Form:
Free verse
In those final moments
before you breathed your last
all you heard
was spat out at you in hate
insults inflicting wounds
deeper than the nails
that riveted your body
to that cross
Out of eyes
swollen almost shut you saw
the ones you’d come to save
foaming at the mouth
in a rave
no time to swallow saliva
because the fast paced taunts
had no pause
your ears filled
not only with blood
but with curses that lacerated
your breaking heart
flaying it
with ever word
how absurd
that these humans
couldn't see the nature of the One
Who could with a WORD
make them all cower
stripped of their power
and He could set Himself free
but...it was not to be
because of His indescribable love
for you...
for me...
Oh, Jesus!
One day
Your ears will fill with praises
songs of victory
dedicated to you
pouring from the lips
of a very different throng
those who to you belong
the saved and the strong
singing at Your feet
lifting Your name high
where it was meant to be
above all names
Salvation is found in no one else, for there is no other name under heaven given to mankind by which we must be saved (Acts 4:12).
Only you know if I’ll be there
if your eyes will fix on mine
shining love that's Divine
as I sing with the rest
a love song to You, Jesus
Only by Grace
only through You
Jesus…
“What a beautiful name it is!”
Eileen Manassian
Inspired by What a Beautiful Name it Is by the group Voice of Lee
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tiIMtID54K8
Categories:
inflicting, jesus,
Form:
Free verse