Best Punished Poems


Premium Member Am I Getting Punished, Mom

    He looked so lonely, lying there
        Even his rags shivering
     I thought he was asleep ...

     But just as I put the ten-dollar bill
        in a crevice in his cup

     One eye seemed to open, and he smiled
         ~ I felt so warm inside

Punished By

If you slip and fall,
If you see my soul,
If the serpent snaps,
If you slice its vein,
Feel my tempered rage,

For I am cruel,
For you are mine,
For in this hex,
I spit my tooth,

Nerve Exposed,
vengeance late,
Cry for me,

Bruises,
Shining,
Faith.

Said the People Punished By War Paris, Syria, the World At Large

Paris, Syria, the World at Large

Said the people punished by war, 
"Boom! Boom! Boom!
The resounding tremors amplify the echo,
contribute to the constancy and duress. 
Glued to the news, 
what more can we do?
The good die.
The bad sometimes eradicated. 
Every heart lights up with hate or compassion.
Extremism burns from both ends of the rope. 
The ideology of faiths sing many tunes. 
I am right, no!
No, I am right!
No one is ever wrong. 
Corpses of both innocent and guilty 
rot in the rubble of war. 
We humans pursue the inner demons of anger, 
to knowingly destroy the order of life. 
A demented set of people we all are." 
(Open our Hearts, Hug someone and say peace)
11/17/2013       © Al. Juman The "said" Poet
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Paris, Syria, the World At Large -- Said the People Punished By War

Paris, Syria, the World at Large

Said the people punished by war, 
"Boom! Boom! Boom!
The resounding tremors amplify the echo,
contribute to the constancy and duress. 
Glued to the news, 
what more can we do?
The good die.
The bad sometimes eradicated. 
Every heart lights up with hate or compassion.
Extremism burns from both ends of the rope. 
The ideology of faiths sing many tunes. 
I am right, no!
No, I am right!
No one is ever wrong. 
Corpses of both innocent and guilty 
rot in the rubble of war. 
We humans pursue the inner demons of anger, 
to knowingly destroy the order of life. 
A demented set of people we all are." 
(Open our Hearts, Hug someone and say peace)
11/17/2013       © A. Juman The "said" Poet
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Premium Member Punished Me

O bloody me! bloody be my own state

Such, such has to be my fate


A creation emanating from disgust

Still, to each one his own fate


The Lord must have been angry

When in anger, he chose to give me such a fate


Always suffering for useless matters

Even if knowing full well, that such is the laws of fate


Full of ego, full of spite, full of disdain

I can only still accept my fate


Given to me by the Lord's hands

On a late day when He did not grab my bait


Innocent, I only gave to Him my utmost love

Yet, He saw only my lusting state


And would look at me with seething eyes

Instead of melting and understanding my sorry state


Today I do live my life, breaking each and every stone

As such is given to me as my own fate!

Punished

Shall my heart breaks through the chains of bundage,
while the heaven doors are closing.

I will feed you my bread and water
with a silver spoon.

I want to feel your hunger and pain,
as you fall down to your knees in slaverly.

When i see the love you punished me with.
I will think of the hell you embraced me with.

Faint your head on my shoulder tonight.
Sing to me, to set you free from pain and tortured.

A bliss of your unconditional love, captives my heart,
unmotional touch.

Dance to my ballard song,
who claims the twilight time.

Await the nights through.
Release the unexpected love,
you shall never see daylight from the gate walls.


Premium Member A Loophole

Pray before you're being prayed
Learn before you're caught ignorant
Do good and you'll be repaid good 
Do bad and you'll got the lesson
What's behind a religion
Now people are making use of 
A religion's loophole
To escape
They do bad to be saved
They do bad to ask for mercy 
They always repent too late
Only when they are caught
Come to me and you'll be saved
A helping hand stretched
But you must do your part in advance
You must learn beforehand
You must practise what you've learned
You must be careful 
You must do your best 
Before you hand yourself to God
God only help those who help themselves
Come to me and you'll be saved 
If not physically, materialistically 
Then spiritually
But no amnesty in law sometimes
People only repent 
And realize 
A minute
Just before they're to be punished
If ever saved
I thought
They're saved spiritually
But not from the law physically
Law is said to be the fairest 
But the strictest

How Nature Punished the Body

Nature has a way of punishing the body,
if it's not well cared for.
The punishment is to the flesh but
an inconvenience to the dweller
within the flesh. 
The body complains of pain and suffering,
as the dweller,
reflecting Itself as
high projects,
great purposes, and
noble inspirations.
As the body becomes ill,
Nature demolished it back to dust,
another imperfect reflection.
© K. Parker  Create an image from this poem.

Punished By God

When I had a car accident several years ago, I had quite the scare.
My brakes went out and I crashed and I'm confined to a wheelchair.
I'll never walk again, I'll be in this wheelchair for the rest of my life.
Because she didn't want to be married to a cripple, I lost my wife.
I was a phony faith healer and I perpetrated a fraud.
But I didn't get away with it, I was punished by God.
I would scam innocent people out of their bread.
I'm in a wheelchair and I'm lucky not to be dead.
Some may think it wasn't God's punishment but I know that it was.
I learned that a man has to pay for the wicked things that he does.
I'll suffer for the rest of my days because of my car that was driven.
I asked the Lord to forgive me for my sin and I have been forgiven.
I have some advice and you'd better listen to the words that I say.
Don't use the Lord to scam people because if you do, you will pay.

Punished

Crippled conscience....
 ....conflicted karma
Gazing into shards of a mirror
shattered...scattered at my feet
 Likeness reflected
distorted and tortured

I choke a sob
  as it struggled to escape
strangled it's existence
  cradled pain in repressive embrace
Guilt crashes like waves
  retreating into internal undertow
     ...preying on souls inability to swim

Repent, retreat 
 shackled ankles~bloody feet
Head hangs low, sullen 
  Absorbed this condemned atmosphere

Punished

im just a bug in the dirt avoiding the light because it hurts
i've got to learn something true, i have to find a heart to crawl into,
you burrow into my mind,broken wings leave me behind
punished i crawl with out hope
screaming words on which i choke
the torture i suffer, the forgiveness i
do not get losing you was hell
and our paths are now set

Imagine This, I Got Punished For Putting My Babe In a Microwave

TWO TOO  MANY LIARS

I saw her swagger and sway her hips as if they had something to say
So knowing the sweltering lady was a liar I ran the other way
Surely she’d say something about plans which faded away
And dreams of a knight on a white horse upon a fateful day

that knight drew his knife from its sheath to fight for a lady lovely of form
As Autumn leaves screamed out hues of greens and blues beyond the norm
It seemed the dress in duress and distress needed a hero born in the fall when leaves were aglow
What she didn’t know was that this knight’s faithfulness was lower than low

She sauntered down the street as I ran from a collision of two hearts and two minds
She wore sparkling jewelry and gems of every size, shapes and kinds
She never received gems from this knight upon whom she depended
But lo, no ’twas not by I the lady would duly be defended

And as I picked up my pace I envisioned her fancy free face
Then summoned forth the memory of her grandeur and grace
I recall when I was collecting kindling for my love lit unto a fire
Then I ran away because, as some people are, she was a pathological liar
    © 2010.…..

Punished for Ctrime when He Curved

when off path have swerved
punished for crime when he curved
justice has been served
© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.

You punished me enough

You punished me enough
In my life
If I  didn't eat what was
Put in front of me
You would spank me
If I cried you would spank me
Yes I am grown up now
I don't have you anymore in my life
I am total free
I must say that I  enjoy my freedom
And nobody can take my freedom
Away from me
© aldo kraas  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Rhinoceros

Ionesco Rhinoceros still occupies
The stage that is offered so kindly 
So there he is, with his weak sighted eyes
Staring at me rather blindly
Don’t worry my dear, soon we’ll be forbidden 
I belong to the countless minority 
My act in your play was so poorly written
You need others to feed your authority
This civilization, where everyone’s lost
Blamed for inappropriate views
Clashes with me, cause I’m paying my cost
Only for things that I use 
I don’t make excuses, I always agree
With slander and hatred I get
I'm taking for granted their thoughts about me
It’s cheaper than arguing all that
May your Rhino restrictions be harder than ever
All satires of the past become real
I find myself punished through trial and error
Empirically off the deal 
Red geranium leaves by my doorstep I see
The winds from Atlantic blow cold
The Rhinoceros people jog on around me
It seems that they never get old..

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