Best Malicious Poems
“LIKE A MADMAN THINKS HE'S GOD, WE THINK WE'RE MORTAL”. Delaland, Speech on Shadows
Transparency is the key to the social harmony. Transparent people pass through each other like light through water. No one blocks out the sunshine, no one bars the way, no one stands in line in front of the other. The content of pockets, stomachs and minds are all in plain view. Mutual permeability, politeness, indifference. The see through popeyed souls, as sleepy as fish in an aquarium, come alive only at the sight of you, poet. You're opaque and therefore dangerous. You're a poet and therefore guilty. Alas, there is nothing more impenetrable than the walls in a transparent prison. But soon, from the height of your scaffold, you will see the world as opaque as you that awaits you on the other side of life.
get him grab his legs
hold him down I'll chop it off…
where'd you go poet
Dedicated to Cincinnatus C., the protagonist of the novel "Invitation to a Beheading" by Vladimir Nabokov
21.11.2019
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A darkening scene, backlit with a glow.
The fading horizon, quick-melting so slow.
Gut twisting clouds that circle the sky,
Entrance and amaze with power inside.
Wrath up above, yet calm down below.
Encasing the sight, a bomb set to blow.
Watching intently, inspiring strikes'.
Furious lightning - a pillow of spikes
Bellowing booms - the natural bass.
Thunder consumes with slow-rolling grace.
Funneling storms rip trees from their roots.
Wind swirling madness - a project of Zeus.
Heavenly hell- the beautiful pains.
Tornados foretell, disastrous plains.
- Yours Truly
With neither head nor tail
Sans any begin or end
Disliked as barren desert land
Despised as a misborn child
Tasteless wine
Scentless perfume
Ignorance in disguise
Wisdom in distress
Fortune of fools
Scorn of sages
Save me, O Most Wise
From these malicious Clips
frail and innocent
she let her defences down
enticed by glib words...
now, like a crypto virus,
he holds her heart to ransom.
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Dry rotted benches all splintered and frail.
Transparent spirits fill the isles and the air.
In the old decrepit church they try to stay seated,
while the Malicious Eulogy is hellaciously completed.
Out in the graveyard down below, the Demons arise.
The howls of anger, the growls of damnation,
pierce the dark night like deadly cries.
As they rise from their tombs, the earth starts to split.
The ground shreds apart like a deep fiery pit.
They enter the church, the spirits gather round.
For they are the Bastards to the God of the Underground.
Their hideous faces stare upon the evil crowd.
The spirits stay silent, they dare not make a sound.
One by one they approach the Black Altar,
bowing before the horned image of their Father.
Behind them stands a pillar carefully balancing her coffin.
Her body lies still, her soul knows not what's coming.
As the fiends turn to surround her death bed,
each one places a sprig of Nightshade neatly around her head.
They feel her naked body, her skin's so pale and cold.
Her virgin soul is what they crave, to them it's as precious as gold.
The funeral is over, no one even cried.
The ceremony begins, Satan's about to take his Bride.
His sons proudly look on as the gates of Hell open wide.
Satan rises to her coffin, his sons go to his side.
He gazes at her beauty, to him it's such a shame,
but his hunger for her virginity defeats him, he's really not to blame.
He covers like a cloud of darkness as lightning strikes the church.
Her soul has left her body, yet her body the Demons will search.
One son tore her heart out, another ripped off her head.
They all feasted on her flesh, their hungers are finally fed.
The maiden stands next to her groom with an evil grin on her face,
Satan smiles back at her, certain the body and soul cannot be traced.
The Demons are done feeding now as their mouths drip with blood.
The ritual is over now for she has united as one.
Her soul is his to flourish on for all eternity,
and it all started with one Malicious Eulogy.
Ànd I thought to myself how I do, stand within astonishing disbelief
When I behold once more the manifestation of his maligned and malignant face....
Like somehow viewing an apparition appearing, before the gates of grace
Disguisingly vague; behind these darkened window panes, of his masquerade!?
Boldly splithering his splather of finely prepared, to grasp and take
The dissolvings stirred within these tampered views; always splattered
Amongst the disheveled discomforts propelled, upon the discordant humans race....
While slowly lifting his cartoonish covert mask, of reasons entangled
From upon his identities truth, of revealings cardinal carcass face?!
Stepping from the glass profound to present this jagged crown
Hidden, beneath these broken edges of his fallaciously glittering, malnutritioned smile
And, malicious is his name....
As he enters through the secret side doors pathway
Now, seperated from its hinges which once held his presence bound?
Reaching forth to expose these sharpened pointed nails
Extending, from his pentagrams petrified and gray ghost hands
To cast these crossbones upon the scarlets floor, of vaporings, soon to be chance....
No longer but a myth anymore; written beyond the pages of his mysticals lore!
Slowly, crossing these barriers of the realmistics gates unknown
Which were somberly and bitterly, not long ago, once foretold?
And while as these impious implosions of what shall soon commence
Intwine themselves within the webs of this worlds lost, and without defense
"Crimson and clovers, over and over;" omens, towards a time wastedly, spent!
Gazing beyond the reflections now; as I stand amid these wonderous tides....
Beyond the horrors which shall proceed and yet encompass; enclose; his fateful face
Suddenly appearing vague no more; these curtains which do cover, his darkened windows
day
Crossbones cast upon the scarlets floor; burning pages, once thought to be lore!?
That called him throughout the centuries, millenniums, and more
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"Malicious' father"
Form:
I was a stoner in a coma mercifully sweet
up for good humour and friendly greet
changed into someone more likely to beat
thump kick and stomp fighting the weak
I had stoner friends with paranoid brains
and jealous mates who were partial to blame
letting ideas spawn from sophism claims
delivered by a stranger playing a game
that stranger my boss telling my friend
things false and fallacious intent to offend
slander me to colleagues was her daily trend
reaching beyond work to see bonds end
isolating me at work and my social life too
my boss and my best mate missing a screw
daily discrimination the mate said aint true
dwelling on rumours whilst treating me rude
he shared with his brother stories she told
a brother already living bitterly cold
accepting the worst and easily sold
behaving beheaded with hatred his gold
all of this mistreatment morphing my mind
reaching for help nowhere to find
blinded by focus on my bosses crime
finding it hopeless as losses inclined
personality vanished and I'm unemployed
my life fully shattered completely destroyed
yet when telling mates they'd get annoyed
still seeking out truths in her stories deployed
My boss won the Battle Of Malicious Mouths
and whilst she's forgotten friends still doubt
watching me drown in a kindness drought
until i was confused as to what friendship's about
and life for that matter with my brain in a cloud
lost hopes and helplessness no sense of proud
yet still treated rough as I crawled with the crowd
took 8 sodding people 6 years to bring me down
Seven long years of suffering isolated
seeing these memories fit missing places
the hazy mist clears and I'm not suffocated
I know what my boss caused I know what my mates did
Circumstances controlling the cauldron
stirred through with malicious content
and yet that is the path that was forced upon you.
That was the path you never chosen,
but there you are.
Its filled with pits that make you simply cry
but no one is there to wipe your tears.
Its filled with traps that enrage the core of your soul,
but yet there is no hammer for you to throw at your rage.
In your mind you hear the voice telling you to press your way through
and you just keep going and going.
Time passes and seasons change
and as you look back you see
your muscles are bigger,
your strength has grown.
Yes, you still cry its just now you can
now your tears seem to help.
You are stronger than you knew,
because you went through hell,
then you grew.
Strangely stronger.
Methinks I'll spread some malicious gossip
Like ya'know what's hidden in the Prez's pocket
Juicy naughty stuff
Holds meetings in the buff
No males allowed, just girlies with sockets
oh how I love that fiery fire
your iris eyes, alive with ire
enuf to snuff an angel choir
those put-out pupils glaring
with rage to age the staring
such change in colors when irate
whene’er the air’s just shy of hate
from green, to hues of blues or slate
you warm, with exclamations
my hot-thought fascinations
soft anger brings your blood alive
a queen bee, seething in her hive
the one crazed gaze I long to dive
and swim it’s brimming power
midst glares with daring, dour
I prize your coquette smile, ‘tis true
but how your ogle boggles, too
so dear, is each last leer from you
through all your fiercest fashions
your zest is dressed for passions
folks may not understand just why
I’m shook, each look, your evil eye
I don’t quite have the heart to try
to tell them what they’re missing
with each dire glance, dismissing …
that fire they could be kissing.
* this is a form I created called “Cinqopet” (sing-ko-pay) *
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, June 8, 2023, created form 8/17/21
Methinks I'll spread some malicious gossip
Like ya'know what's hidden in the Prez's pocket
Juicy naughty stuff
Holds meetings in the buff
No males allowed, just girlies with sockets
Loving family members gather around the
bed of a dying soul, awaiting transformation
Fiftieth wedding anniversary, twists and turns
A marriage ceremony in a quaint town
A college degree conferred upon the star athlete
Homecoming queen
Cheerleading team
Marching band
Dark or light tan
Youthful angst navigating a treacherous world
Trying to find meaning amongst cruel jabs and
Malicious blows
Innocence stolen as fast as the rising wind
As swift as an eagle
Jubilant Cries
Truthful lies
Fall leaves
Evergreen trees
A nightly visitor in the form of a train drowns the screams and
cries of a helpless soul looking for solace, for peace
No one comes
No help arrives
Painful moments
usher in a new dawn
The soul of an undiscovered love
Looming on
The horizon
Loving family members gather around the bed of a woman, pregnant
with hope, waiting to be born.
Methinks I'll spread some malicious gossip
Like ya'know what's hidden in the Prez's pocket
Juicy naughty stuff
Holds meetings in the buff
No males allowed, just girlies with sockets
Suspicious of Being Malicious
About Trump had become so suspicious,
Deciding that his attempts are malicious;
He will wilt,
Due to guilt;
His obstruction of justice is conspicuous.
Jim Horn
After seeing Ari show on March 18, 2018.
Lurking behind false identities
And faceless names
They launch a venomous attack
Pulling you down the road to defame
Their malicious intent to vilify your name
Is a vicious and preposterous game
Shameless trolls are a sadistic ploy
Often media houses deploy