Best Poisons Poems


Premium Member Hypnotic Poisons Christmas Revenge

She well knew his place of abode,
And swirled inside, a vengeful tornado,
A celestial radiance had encompassed their love,
And then he disappeared on Christmas Eve,
Without a word!

Her heart had turned to stone, her eyes
Flashed around for something to write with,
Nothing, so cut her finger deeply
Her blood flowed freely
As would, a wounded bird.

Wrote on the wall in blood,
That all his future loves, would leave
Him with a broken heart, at Love’s Station
Of Departure, for she, Hypnotic Poison vowed
That he alike be cursed.

He had mesmerized and betrayed her,
His heartless, unfeeling, selfish soul, 
On a windy, stormy Christmas Eve turned
Her heart to stone and blood to poison,
That is what the village said,
And what I heard!


This poem is pure fiction and the title of the poem is of a perfume.  The story is in actual fact the ending of some horror movie, whilst browsing through Netflix to find a movie we wanted to see.

Poisons

Witches and warlocks gather around, 
will give you a list of poisons abound…

Arsenic, Hemlock, Belladonna you know…

Add to your list, these below;
Purple Foxglove; Black Hellebore;
 Deadly Nightshade; Strychnine Tree; 
Stavesacre; Jimsonweed; Yew; 
Calabar Bean; Aconite; Clematis; 
Cocculus Indicus and to many
 more to mention…

You will find truth serum, sulfur 
elixir, embalming fluid, spider venom, 
snake venom too…

Toxic gases are a must, to mix 
with this dastardly stuff…  

How else will you be able to 
whip up this nasty brew…

Wishing you a rocking Halloween!

By Sandra Lea Hoban
©2009

Premium Member A Lost World

The world is becoming complex 
Entirely different from the last century one 
Racism, hegemony, corruption, brainwashing and vandalism 
Become common 
Nothing can be done to wipe them out 
Maybe tolerance is the only key 
To survive in a lost world
Created by the devil in the heart 
Which has produced three poisons 
Greed, hatred and infatuation 
The source of all passions and delusions 
In a lost world of today and tomorrow


Premium Member Poisons and Venoms

On our globe of life
Animal and plant
Protection for them
To us they grant
 
Venom's and poisons
To defend and deter
Whether scaled
Leafed or fur
 
Reactions can be
Ultimate and pain
As each delivers
To protect their name
 
The slow loris
Amazes us all
Poison and venom
In something so small
 
Bee's, nettles
Stingrays tail
Deterrents to us
Only humans assail
 
Incredible weapons
Gifted to them
Imagine if they 
Were in the hands of men
 
Would we use them
For the human race
Or against each other
Once again lose face
 
On the leaf of the nettle
And the body of the bee
To the tail on the stingray
Is where they'll always be

Life's Poisons

Come sit near me, I've a story to tell
Of a world that I once knew
Intrigued you'll be, I'll assure you that
I've only told a few
Not long ago I lived a life
Ruled by make believe
Trusting what I thought was real
From poisons I received
Manipulation of my mind
My dreams, my hope, my fears
All combined and twisted up
I lived like this for years
I craved this poison so very bad
My rights became all wrong
I started feeling lost and sad
I felt I didn't belong
No one could see just how messed up
My mind had now become
Just how could I escape from this
Before that poison won
Though escape I did, though not without
The damage to my mind
I had to take a part away
It was really hard to find
Replaced it with the will to live
I lost the trust in me
At least one good came from this
I believe in what I see
So stay away from poisons that
This life will throw your way
Be grateful for just what you have
Live for day to day

Poetry and Poisons

Poetry
Flows from me
It turns no  into hopefully
It grows in me
Within these, lines
I reveal me
Its hope for me 
When others try to lower me
To their level
Why the devil keep approaching me
But he can never get too close to me
Because I know where I'm suppose to be
Dont he see     that
I left that one track     mind
In the path behind
So I never look back
Cover my tracks
Discover the traps
Poet perhaps
But I am only metaphorically stating that
This is really a jungle in fact
We got the snakes, the rats
The cats, the roaches
The folks that just want to focus
On the jungles posions,
Well poisons that soak in
And destroys us with slowness
Death is so close its a sense
A scent, a voice, a motion
In the realm of time
There are only captured moments
And reenactments of what I suppose are
Our ancestors but
What they  rewrite in them books
Most of its twisted or cut
Watered down or sugared up
They made lemonade
We dumb enough to serve them the cup

But I get the last laugh because
I put acid in every last cup
Bottoms up!


Premium Member Plucking Poisons From My Mind

Pessimism, I loathe your gloomy effect
Parroting vanity’s vexation in my mind that I’m unprofitable…
God I thank; by His strength* is great achievement as I do my utmost.

Negativism, I vanquish your vehement accusations
Taunting me of my failures, falls, and frustrations… 
I praise the Lord for His compassion, pressing me on with optimism!

Skepticism, I conquer your attacking doubts
Robbing me of my sanity’s tranquility; torturing me mentally…
The omniscient Sovereign I trust as I settle myself serenely in His truth!

Criticism, I subdue your undermining, deceitful, hypocritical comments
Treating me as a loser in my service-commitment…
Propped by the Almighty’s power, I can be the best for His glory!

Evil thoughts, I pluck all your poisonous roots from my soul’s ground…
Thru the Scriptures’ exhortations, I can bloom and prosper
Triumphantly living for my Master, reaching others by His love!

*Philippians 4:13 I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me.

January 21, 2019
1st place, "ULTIMATE JANUARY 2019..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 1/30/2019.

Poisons of Man

I woke to the sound
of tears echoing
form a downspout
Heard the sobbing 
whispering between 
the leaves
As I listened in 
the stillness 
I heard moans
coming from the earth
I walked around 
my so called garden 
with cup in hand 
my toes all wet
From tears of the Angels 
who shed their tears 
in joy and anguish
The trees were alive 
in the deafening sound 
of Bees at work
As the shadows 
inger in the 
dim daylight
The morning air growing sultry 
from the lingering embrace 
of morning light and late darkness 
in their eternal love affair
Slowly at first the leaves 
begin to move shaking 
of the Angels tears 
as the still cool 
morning breeze 
begins to rise
Shortly the passion 
of a lover's breath 
will carry through 
the day as the 
warmth of Summer 
will kiss my skin
While within the 
lingering shadows 
the cooling caresses 
fade and my beautiful 
Terra cries out in 
almost silence from 
the poisons of man

Premium Member Girl With the Gimlet Eyes

Her golden hair and gimlet eyes
Caught me completely by surprise.
With her I felt virile and strong                                                      
As she slowly led me along.                                     
Into her dark web I was drawn                               
Only to be her little pawn.
                                                                                
Her secrets I feel I must share
But she will track me anywhere- 
To Benghazi, Rio, and Cathay.
She now seeks to put me away
With no need of high-powered lead, 
Loving subtle poisons instead.

I seem to hold a dead man’s hand
As I scurry from land to land.
Carefully choosing what I eat
All my travels must be discrete.
I now move around in disguise
Avoiding words that are unwise.

Just a shadow on the world stage, 
Seeking a journal to confess
Where she will be without redress
As it spreads wide my sorry tale
Stripping her empire of its veil
Before she crumbles in her rage.

Daily I fear knocks on my door
Stretched in darkness beneath my bed  
With pounding heart and aching head 
Awaiting my next meal in dread 
That fresh pizza will be, instead, 
Puffer fish pie to square her score.

Surrender Poisons of Blindness

One day I will make Syria my home
And one day my cup of tears will be gone.
When bullets have lost wings of flight
And bombs lost zips to unzip,	
Then I’ll speak freely
To hopes and failures-
Promising them a future
When justice will reign
And young speeches become bold.

One day I will make Nigeria my home,
And one day my thumb prints will speak.

When my hand writes freely
And my pen free to dance,
Then I’ll run home
And commit my days to change,
Kneel to her feet and
Obey her sister-‘RIGHTS’.

When my breathe pours out
Without my notice
And my heart beats
Without drum sounds,
Then my shadow
Will be seen in the open
And my voice will be
The picture of what
Ears want to love and
My pen the dancer of words
They’ll all love to watch perform.

One day I will make Somalia my home,
And one day ‘medium of exchange’ will be my train.
When black-faced flies surrender poisons of blindness
And masculine mosquitoes close down the courts of death,
Then you’ll find thousands
Of my feet on sand
And millions of speeches
On which the future germinates.

One day when Africa matures,
She will be the home of the world
Where people learn to love
And study how to care for the born and unborn.

Poisons of Life

All these poisons are controlling me
       And no they just will not let go
There slowly but surely destroying my life
        And leaving my life in woe
     
       So I say damn these poisons
          My hand, please let go
         Because I am not a person
        A person to live in woe

           But how does one quit
         Everything he's ever done
           If everything in his life 
      Revolves around poisons of one
   
        I can begin to feel the poison
      Almost flowing through my veins
      These poisons are slowing my life
          It's time I made a change

         But the Constant temptation
         Is very real and always there
        So I shall give in to this poison
           And act like it isn't there

              And on this sad day
          Of loneliness and despair
          Please do not judge me 
          It's not like I didnt care
               
           These poisons in my life 
       Are too strong for thine heart
       Maybe one day when I'm ready
           I will try for a new start

My Poisons Paint My Sins

I have yet to admit it to myself,

But it reads so clearly off my face;  

Leaving me to rephrase- 

And attempt to keep my pace.
 

I trace, 

The wordless letters- 

That have long tainted my skin;

Refusing to surrender-

But my poisons paint my sins, 

As the ink thins- 

And the walls around me start to spin.

Poisons

POISONS

Boldly betrayed by my body
It came so fast
Poison coursing through my veins,
My Source, my Self,
Frightening and sure, traveling it’s way
Through me, 
Out to get me from my Life,
Taking my blood and twisting ugly 
Mutations into unfathomable letters,
Indecipherable Latin words,
No longer my lifeblood
But an enemy who has no use for 
Life and cleanliness and health
Lauding power over my Will.

Next, an oxymoronic healing poison
Is injected directly into my Source,
Destroying all and everything in its wake
Unable to take into account the 
Character of its red and white victims - 
Good, bad or indifferent -
It kills without point or prejudice,
Intentional serial murders with 
Fragile tentative plans for 
Redemption and regrowth,
It tires me with its vehemence.

It is so exhausting is to wake up and have 
Nothing but confusion and hope
As catalysts for breathing and taking in 
The mysterious days ahead.

Sweet Poisons

You whisper into my ear,
Sweet nothings that me go weak.
Then you look into my eyes,
With your mysterious gaze,
Causing you to touch my skin,
To feel the burning of our flames.
Caressing my body with a real love,
Then you kiss me with wet, rough lips...

As I feel your eager lips, our starving tongues indulging in their own lust.
Feeling your intoxicating poison...
Boiling through your blood,
Through your soul...

Your intoxicating poison...
Sweet nothings that make me go weak...
© Raiah Reed  Create an image from this poem.

Monoxide Killer

It came quiet as the night
Nothing you could fight
It drifted unnoticed in the air
More lethal than an angry bear

He didn't feel a breeze, he didn't feel a change
Nothing out of order, nothing struck him strange
It bound to his hemoglobin, 200 times as strong
His cells were suffocating, all systems going wrong.

They found him in my car, a snow drift behind
The got him out in time for the poison to unwind
I researched it, other compounds also creep in stealth
They may change the way you act, they may destroy your health.

A crime mob found this out, they can ambush, poison you
The motive might be foggy, the method leaves no clue
Just another thing to worry about these days
Bad things can happen, in so many new ways.

See, there are crimes you know were done
But with stealthy drugs in air, there is no smoking gun
We can rub the wrong guy the wrong way
then wonder why the joy fades out, and our life goes gray.
© Gem Stone  Create an image from this poem.

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