Best Maliciousness Poems

Multiple choices with one last try, amid this myriads maze

Someone very dear unto myself asked me the other day

"Is the sun shining where you are?"

So I took a crystal glance, into an oblong box....

Actually I thought, as I peered ever closer into this warping glass

It...

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The way unregenerated men speak of my God                        They go about deceived and deceiving        ...

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Be not soft upon the morrow
For the maliciousness it contrives.
The future beckons unending sorrow
To gamely catch the vulture's eye.

'Tis the destiny of mice and men
To be laid waste by nature's curse.
Where foolishness belied of ink and pen
Will by the margins burst.

Persist not in vacuous dreaming
To...

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above the mist of
 kohl tombstones . . .
  moon hides its face

Wind screams through the graveyard,
and leaves on the ground are scattered around old tombstones
where a modern Cherokee man
lies on top of the grave of his dead wife, 
wailing with a passion that matches
the aching tone of...

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Hold me within the virtual chalice of righteous
And never let me stray too long amid the imperfection of this body
From this visage of dignity, once poured upon my soul...
That not deceit nor hypocracy become the written ledger
Upon the perceived reality of my lifes legacy?!
Let no...

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You are looking at me as if I did that to you.
Ah, whatever damn fool!
I am sorry for the expletive.
I did not mean to curse you.
However, I swear you looking at me quite obscene.
You put yourself in these dumb things.
Invective you must be.
I do understand.
Whatever,...

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Do you ever watch little birds in a tree on your front lawn?
They rise early, stretching, shaking, chirping right at the break of dawn.
They are soon to be going out looking for their food for the day.
It’s like they gather to talk about day. Make...

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I need to purge my blood of these shivers, smoke-filled bubbles burst in blood capillaries, an embolysym of you, an embolysym of truth. So much disease carried through an artificial vein.A wire mesh heart that surrounds the tissue, and cuts, and scrapes and tears the...

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The infraction of mayhem stood resilient as it was tried for the many crimes the jurors had, ultimately, blamed on rage.
The reaction went, as expected, and mayhem worried, "Is this what happens when madness is forced to live in solitude as a cage?"
This intimidation failed...

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In the deepest, furthest corner of my mind,
Lies a creature born of hate, a resentful side of my soul it may seem,
As the days pass and my nights grow longer,
Fear creeps into my veins, darkness grows stronger,

Visions of a desolate forest, where light is held...

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Multiple choices with one last try, amid this myriads maze

Someone very dear unto myself asked me the other day

"Is the sun shining where you are?"

So I took a crystal glance, into an oblong box....

Actually I thought, as I peered ever closer into this warping glass

It...

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Indignant wounds of disappointment
Fortify this world of walls,
But she is indomitable
And will not be destroyed
By contrived hopelessness.
No, she cannot be deterred.

Watch her tear at ominous barriers
In spite of admonition,
As though it were the only thing
She had to live for.
Indeed,
See this as her truth.

Intention is her...

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To be tortured in darkness, listening to the screams trying to invent the destruction of all those who are formless, trying to emerge in the vastness of indecency, moving slow as the Sonic rays of a radar moves the ocean frequently, the persecution of darkness...

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Die Maske des Bösen (“The Mask of Evil”)
by Bertolt Brecht
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

A Japanese woodcarving hangs on my wall—
the mask of an ancient demon, limned with golden lacquer.
Not unsympathetically, I observe
the forehead’s bulging veins,
the tremendous strain
such malevolence requires.

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Original German text:

Die Maske des Bösen

An...

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My eyes transmute to dark, forest greens.

(Isn't the forest supposed to be beautiful?)

She's beautiful, nothing at all like me.

I make acrimonious convictions about her, and 

sadly, it provides me with such relief. 

I shouldn't preoccupy myself with such maliciousness;

I am desirous of who you are....

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