Best Invectives Poems

"The body, like the oak, is bent and gnarled,
The shallow-rooted mind is overthrown,
When we are near the evening of the world."
---From, 'Runes for an Old Believer", by Rolfe Humphries

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My mind may not be now
as nimble as once it was,
and although I...

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Apathy is a viper with vehement venomous fangs,
Which crunch clenches tight, imposing its poisonous pain.
Injected invectives of predatory infestations feed their dejected prey's infection;
Parasitic Succubi sip on succulent souls, spat out in no direction after dissection.
Purge my pathetic and partitioned soul of this demonic rape!
Spare...

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the staff here at lim’rik flats
has noticed a shortage of laughs
poetry soupers
need some whoopers
Please double your sillies by halfs

And just so you will not get bored
the staff here will give an award
“giggle-of-the-day”
 is easy to play
(and playing is half the reward!)

There on your tongue, on...

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T'was not easy for my lord.

Walking on that road to Golgotha. 
Heaving the cross, while trudging up that hill of Calvary.
Enduring taunts and invectives from the people He was going to save.

Bitting down the pain of the scourge already inflicted on Him.
For Roman whips were...

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Ravenous dream, cluttered and unclean.
Aberrant darkness, hideous and unseen.
Raging killer, seething; hardly breathing.
Raving butcher, leaving death and bleeding.

What demons lurk for a murderer in a gay enclave?
Name the repressed desires by which the slayer is enslaved.
How many kills kill off latent amorous specters in his...

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A Tribe of Trolls

A tribe of trolls escaped their cage! 
Now rabid wrath and rancor rage.
Hurling hurt from hidden hellholes
(most notably, their toilet bowls),
they flush their filth across your page …

Anonymity sets the stage
for word-“warriors” who rampage
as today’s internet unrolls
a tribe of trolls …

Let’s hail...

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Whenever we fight,
It seems we lose sight,
Too much diverts our vision;

So we hurl our slurs,
Dig deep with our spurs,
Invectives make incisions;

So I leave the house.
Away from my spouse,
Go breathe the clean air, calm down;

Find solace within,
The comp'ny of friends,
In them acceptance abounds.

In their quiet gaze,
I...

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Glitter glue laced ticker tape....

Of colourful confetti covering such sight

More and more, their eyes dipped in tars

Infectious quills, beneath these softened feathers

Penetrating, their own fatalities cryptograms....

As they aimlessly blend a colludeds pretentious purpose?

Bending this times fading, unto its very own knees!

Within these, their poisoned spoiled...

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Dewey Hicks

1900-1918

It burns, burns still.

This sweating insidious fever.

This slippery revolting slide

Down down down into the hole here!

I’m on fire mom! More ice!

Strawberries, sweet strawberries!

Please, please something sweet, something

Something cold, some ice 

Yes, ice for my parched tongue!

I can still taste!

I can still hear!

But, but I...

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Whenever we fight,
It seems we lose sight,
Too much diverts our vision.

So we hurl our slurs,
Dig deep with our spurs,
With invectives make deep incisions.

So I leave the house,
Get away from my spouse,
Go breathe the clean air, calm down.

Find solace within,
The comp'ny of friends,
For in them acceptance...

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snakes uncoil...
            ready to strike
                   before
          rattling...

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On threads of wispy air,
in breathy undertones of political wind,
I can hear the quiet catastrophe,
the quiet ruination of our commonwealth.
I can hear the sleepy madness, turned avalanche
between my ears. 

I can hear the quiet catastrophe,
the whispered words of terrorists, 
guttural phrases taunted as political incorrectness,...

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Look, we know
The silent screams of yesterday moan on
Between the quiet dances with 
Some random God Queen.

All days are like this.
All dogs love this.

Here it is:
Straight from the center of Heartbreak America.
The undulating weirdness that is all and
Our unifying impulse to label all of the...

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Quietly he goes about assessing situations,
Searching for the weakest link,
The source of consternation;

Seeking out the places where you need to make improvement.
He'll be your guide, a rudder,
The source of your inducement.

Evaluating habits, of each one he takes note,
Caring not how you must feel,
Or of the...

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Storms are brazen, often rude,
Lighting the sky with invectives
Of white-blue light terrible.

The rains carp the submissive
Ground wearing it so slowly
Down into curves, mud.

The thunder stomps through
Heaven’s empty rooms above.
It knows the children tremble

Beneath, conjuring punishments
Through tall silken crowns
Where venomous rodents erupt.

In boredom, the storm sulks
Away....

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