Best Nefarious Poems
Nefarious Spirit
The Human Creature is not exempt
As the nefarious spirit lives within.
Even the saintliest of us all have
A touch of the nefarious within.
My secret is that I am with you always—
When you’re awake, asleep, and dreaming.
I am your alter ego at times and even
That dark shadow in the room beyond.
When you gaze into your morning mirror—
I am there too as only a faintly bare existence.
Don’t look too hard and too deeply into the mirror—
For I shall disappoint, become invisible, and disappear.
In your evil-thinking moments of anger and rage,
I shall hunt others for you at your behest and desire.
But I shall haunt you and surely play on your emotions,
If you’re wrong about the others, no matter who they be.
Being an uncanny spirit of action, sorrow, and chaos
I can act on a moment’s notice and bring pain to bear.
I live in the deepest, darkest chasm of your inner psyche,
Be sure to use me wisely—whilst showing all due care!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
March 8, 2018 (Couplet)
The Nefarios Scream
Camping in isolated lands of parks and creeks
Untold experiences of adventurous beauty
Nefarious acts eclipse joys of freedom
Blowing up cars to bar any escape
Tents knifed through in the darkness of the night
Wakening frightened sleepy eyed tourists
Throats slit of those who rebel and abuse
Serial killer chases the gutsy that escaped
Muffle the defiant eye to jab out screams
Clanging chains, barrelled guns, hammers et al
Adorn his barricaded blood stained dungeons
Adventures in foreign land turn uglier than nightmares
Destinations of destined stumbled into zones horrific
Families and lovers pine with unrequited inquiries
Investigators baffled over the ambiguous maniac
Who finger by finger tortured the life out of tourists
Exulting over his power of creating a world of zombies
A bomb he carried to blow up the next tourist van
Helpless travellers plea's rippled his blood
Slow and steady steps he came closer to van
An unseen rattler uncoiled rattling his next step
Hissing his breath away in the loudest scream
Balveen Cheema
September 20, 2015
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Her name was Liza Jane Macnelly,
She loved Anchovies and jelly,
“She’s a wonderful girl,
said her boyfriend Earl,
But her breath is a little bit smelly”.
His name was Billy Joe Trevy,
He had no A/C in his Chevy,
“It’s such a nefarious pain” ,
said his girlfriend Jane,
Because he perspires a bit too heavy”.
But they both loved each other so well,
That they accepted each other’s smell,
The moral of the story here?
There is none, I fear.
Them folks both simply just smell like hell !
Angry like a bear
Wild like an uncaged lion
Cunning like a snake
Young girls, beware of purple flowers, once white.
Unbeknownst to you, nefarious knight
may draw flower's nectar, dab your sleeping eyes,
and as new day dawns, cajole you with lies.
April 27, 2020
taken from my poem, Midsummer Knight's Scheme written May 2, 2017
Fancy-Free Poetry Contest", sponsor: Julia Ward, judged June 2, 2017
Gregory R. Barden's contest Rithimus Divisa 3
nefarious nightmares
demons disseminating death
megalomania masters
umbilical unrest
by banishing beloved breath
The theme...a dream
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May.15.2019
Writing Challenge 2
Lind68868 Poetry
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Thesarious Nefarious Horn Haiku
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Profound Poetry Trooper (7)
Without a blooper. (5)
Jim Horn
Storms do not last
They happen very fast
But the damages stay
In the trays, in the hays, and lay
With us for a very long time
The memories are worth more than a dime
The souvenirs disappear
The bad judgments reappear
From time to time on the screen
Destroying heart and spleen
The happy times don’t last forever
But the humiliation, the deception
Will remain from generation to generation
God is good, God is fair; God, however,
Chased Adam and Eve
Because they messed-up big time
They committed the wrong crime
Bring me a bottle of Aleve
To erase and obliterate the bad memories
Bring a case of Vodka
For my friends, so we can enjoy the festivities
Play some Reggae, some Konpa,
Some Soukous, some Polka,
Some Calypso, some Samba,
And let forget the bad times,
And the ignorance of a few
Chase the party crashers and the mimes
Evict the audacious freeloaders
So we can enjoy a better life
Ignore the clowns and the actors
Do not bring the knife
Because security is tight
Bring the spotlight
After the nefarious storms
And stay away from the big bosoms
Spring brings flowers and fever
The happy times won’t last forever.
Copyright © April 2015, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
A deadly invasion peels back to set a strong formation
Bleeding to take place over the intrepid detestation
Radiant ways light up the new nation
This was a fight of solitude to overtake bureaucratic dictation
Supervised by the infamous salvation to exploit the greedy celebration
Ways of the world never have tread waters this dreadful
Nefarious corporate take downs fill blackened hearts full of need
More of the evilest sway becomes guaranteed
Big brother exploiting another will never concede
The communal bliss has to succeed
The rapture dictates as the high ranking tyrant is woken
The carnivorous minds are spoken
This is where the bought souls were converted and broken
A fight was left for the meek left unbroken
It was time for all to buy a courageous token
Victims became legends, as dreams became true
This was reality in the form of loving Déjà vu
As the picture was painted the frustrated now knew
They had to reap with an advanced world view
This was the cutting-edge new age crew
The more who were once programmed started to turn true
Taking love and liberty to the grave it was time to pursue
The wicked now seemed to have hearts that pumped blue
This was something the bent supremacy was never used to
The infiltrated and sedated now preached as the cause grew
Nefarious faces with pale cheeks,
dulling your senses with narcotics;
and dangerously staring at others
whose clement destiny
isn't called squalid poverty,
or negligible neediness...
All can be spared by the dint of astuteness,
making amends and becoming social;
you can be an atheist or an ungodly person:
you all deserve an assuring look of compassion,
to give up your attitude of indifference,
believing in yourself and forgetting every fault...
Nefarious faces of rapists and assassins, you assail
blameless and innocent people without mercy,
and in their hurt and blood you express your atrocity;
Cain acted out of jealousy, you act out of madness
by vindicating an amatory act and a deprivation of wealth
that were never granted by an insensitive society...
Come and drink of the water of holiness,
to purify your atrocious minds and your sinful souls:
turn to the Lord Jesus who forgives anyone
who's willing to repent, and be born again;
salvation is closer than you ever thought,
it cleanses your impure hearts with merciful love...
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
As they say, there goes the neighbourhood
A nefarious group of seniors, up to no good
Swearing and cursing
Belching and coercing
Causing distress for all the young girliehood
Fear and fear,
I'm surrounded by it,
Dark and deep,
Can't see a thing,
Its lurking around my soul,
Trying to get a grip.
An evil I can see,
From his shadow looking at me,
Yellow his eyes sparkle,
With lust and disgust.
I turn away from him,
I run away,
A laugh or shriek,
Towards him I sway.
I try to run,
But it is futile,
It is his fun,
To see me cry,
Now he is beguile.
The devil in him,
Follows me around,
Hiding doesn't work,
He'll find me somehow,
In the evil's web I'm bound.
"Savior, Savior" I shout,
But not a single soul can hear me,
In his laugh, I can hear the proud,
The evil in him doesn't understands my plea.
In the mirror when I see,
A helpless being is crying,
But when he stands there,
And looks into the reflector,
No reflection shines.
What kind of being doesn't reflect?
What kind of being doesn't shine?
I loath him, and I loath who is he,
In my heart grows fright.
He is no human,
He is no spirit,
He is something apart,
Cold and blue I sweat,
I wish to run afar,
Because I dread my fate.
His touch his cold,
The cold I see in his eyes,
He is an immortal in disguise.
He doesn't care,
He won't hear,
The cry of an innocent.
He'll have me bare,
He'll make me sheer,
He'll have me covered in scent.
No fingers but claws,
An animal grows out of him,
But those amber eyes of lust and disgust,
Still is a part of him.
The creature attacks me,
It tore me apart,
Blood and blood all around,
It targeted for my heart.
My grief, my sorrow, my fear,
With the red, all flows away,
No more hide, no more cry,
For his sins I pay.
Little Miss Muffet
Sat on her tuffet
And what a nice tuffet indeed
Along came a spider
Sat down beside her
Said, “hey babe, you’re something I need”
She set down her food
And thought, Damn, how rude
This insect thinks he is Prince Charming
He crawled to her thigh
With a wink of his eye
Gave a laugh at his thoughts so alarming
The closer he got
It became quite hot
His tiny heart rapidly beating
With a swipe of her hand
She ended his plan
Yelling, “Get lost, can’t you see I’m eating?”
Watch the world unfurl in my hands,
Submitting to my demands.
When you stack the deck it's just a game,
But you'll never win what a shame.
My truths are based on lies,
But you flock like flies.
I have built a throne made of bone,
And soon the world will be prone.
Look at you standing there with a glare,
But fighting me? You wouldn't dare.
When my smile fades understand I own you,
And everything you know or knew.
Watch the world unfurl in my hands,
Submitting to my demands.
The dopamine seductress
Invigorating your animal instinct
Revitalizing your susceptibility to pleasure
and inclination towards familiarity
It is the most diabolical influence
Acting with no regard for psychological longevity
Torturing the pathways into surrendering
to an influx of degenerative saturation
Fulfillment falters
and self actualization settles prematurely
As the mind disintegrates
before it reaches the point of becoming whole