Best Punishes Poems
Belt in hand
Red of face
Eyes bulging into space
The children scatter every place
His temper is in full bloom
They know they will pay for it soon
Tiny hands and tear stained faces
They silently pray from their hiding places
"Someone, anyone, please come and protect them" they plead
"For if not soon they will bleed"
The father rises and calls to each one
And so it has begun
Tenatively each steps forward
Knowing their fate
With a sadistic gleam in his eye
The belt finds it's mark
On soft skin, it leaves it's stark welts
Tears flowing fast
Live rivers in spring
The terrified kids can do nothing
On and on he punishes them
Until they lay like broken toys
They lie so still
But he continues to enforce his will
There is no help
No reprieve
And worst of all
This isn't the end
Tomorrow it all begins again!
Categories:
punishes, childhood, sad, social
Form:
Rhyme
Come find me in solitude
wheels in both hands
confined to smooth movement
legs in motion
carefully studied years before
in colored tights
On dry bed
Small rustles in the dark
swift touch of silken hair
nervous bristles
That cutting sharpness
fragile green
disappears in dusk
in corners and
leaves
Grass seductively winks
when too close
punishes a tender caress
opens a spine
bares
and severs
***
July 21, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
Categories:
punishes, life, loneliness,
Form:
Free verse
Boisterous clouds are churning, roiling air-mass in warm updraft
Declaring on callous inhabitants of earth, a dark ferocious war
Manifesting malevolent force, imposing anger on spatial norms,
Conspiring with anguished winds to invigorate violent storms.
Colossal is their expanse that threatens the rise of new dawn
Offering a preview of what face of death would encompass
When enraged nature punishes humans for irresponsible acts:
Burning dirty fossil fuels, and decapitating vast forest lands.
Atmospheric inferno defies galactic harmony of equilibrium
Suppressing sun’s orange glow striving to uplift amber horizon,
Shrouding advent of nascent day to teach humanity a lesson
Collaborating with mighty oceans, stirring hurricanes and cyclones.
Overshadowed by the reckless commotion of ghastly gray,
Emerging marigold expression of ascendant tangerine daybreak
Grieves for the lost vegetation and deserted parched terrains,
Thundering a warning to foretell why the birds have already left.
March 28, 2020
Placed 1st: Gif #2 contest by William Kekaula
Categories:
punishes, nature, storm, weather,
Form:
Verse
Oh, poor heart, why are you in so much pain?
Why do you take this heart ache, when someone who you know is in pain.
Someone's sleepless nights, someone's despair,
The heart bleeds when fate punishes someone so unfair.
Although people know and sympathize with the misery,
the helping hands, close friends and relatives vanish in a hurry.
Oh lord, how can I ignore such pain even when I am struggling to survive?
The poor heart will feel better thinking it helped someone's will to survive.
Whether happy or unhappy, I sing Narasinh Mehta's song,
"One who is human, knows the pain of others,
Does good to others who are in misery,
and does not let pride enter his or her mind"
Narasinh Mehta – 17th Century Indian poet
Categories:
punishes, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
Life seems-like an ever forbidden story {!!!} one day you're happy, the very
next...{?} "You know the story". Why are we still feeling the wraft of an im-
plicable story? "No Guts No Glory."
Times persistently comes with it sordid details of Up's & Downs. Noone will seek
to explain...(why) the reason. But in all due-season....it seem impossible at times
trying to avoid the difficulties and still maintain one's own sanity. Anyone dare
try to explain...or if you could, does it matter whether or not I'm Democratic or Re
publican. Life is only rewarded Happiness when the common causes of living misg-
uides us to believe in the Unjust Principles of Process. The Process of dealing
w/families and friends and still be befriended as if life punishes you for being Reces
sed. And then no regrets for our our own failures, we as everyday americans still
accept the pain and the gain of fausely do's and don'ts, only to be place in a cell for
breaking manmade law's that never accompblished nothing but...an untold story..(?)
"No Gut's & No Glory."
If I had to tell you the story of my life, its hardship and disappointment or in noway an
attempt to try to explain my in's and out's, my doubts of which has lead me at the
crossroad of good and bad, only to choose the way of my own understanding of
the poor-of-me. "No Guts No Glory"
Categories:
punishes, black african american, confusion,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
WHY WOULD OUR PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED OF AMERICA PUT HIS TRUST IN COMMUNIST CHINA,AND COMMUNIST RUSSIA TO DO AN INVESTIGATION ON AN "AMERICAN"???? IS THAT A "CRIMINAL" WHO IS FOREIGN AND DOMESTIC"?WHY WOULD OUR PRESIDENT "TRUST" IN "RUSSIA OR CHINA" TO DO AN INVESTIGATION AT ALL?WHY "TRUST"THE ENEMY" WHO IS COMMUNIST" TO HELP "DEMOCRACY"? DEMOCRACY IS THE CONTRARY OF COMMUNISM: WE CAN REALIZE WHAT IS CONTRADICTORY: LOVE IS CONTRADICTORY TO "HATE",BUT SOME CHOOSE "HATE" ,AND THAT IS OK: THEY CHOOSE HELL,AND THAT IS WHERE THEY WILL GO TODAY!!! ALL GLORY TO GOD! PRAISE THE LORD! IN JESUS NAME WE PRAY : AMEN. THE REALIZATION IS THAT WHY SHOULD OUR PRESIDENT PUT HIS TRUST IN COMMUNIST CHINA OR RUSSIA TO INVESTIGATE A DEMOCRATIC SOCIETY? COMMUNISM AND DEMOCRACY IS AN EXPERIMENT,BUT MOST PEOPLE CHOOSE DEMOCRACY ,AND THE PRESIDENT CHOOSE ALL OF THE ABOVE,AND AS A PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED OF AMERICA "WE CHOOSE DEMOCRACY,AND NOT COMMUNISM AND NOT ALL OF THE ABOVE!!! OUR PRESIDENT CHOOSE ALL OF THE ABOVE!!!!COMMUNISM DOES NOT ENCOMPASS DEMOCRACY,AND THE ONLY RESULT IS THAT WHOM EVER USES COMMUNISM,AND DEMOCRACY IS TO DEMINISH BOTH OF THEM WHILE REALIZING THAT "DEMOCRACY" PERPETUATES MORE LOVE 'THAN COMMUNISM!!!!WHY FILL YOURSELF WITH A IDEOLOGY THAT DOES NOT PERPETUATE LOVE,OR MORE LOVE? ASKING A COMMUNIST TO HELP A DEMOCRACY AND INCLUDING COMMUNIST COUNTRIES LIKE CHINA,AND RUSSIA IS THE WORST THING THAT HAS EVER HAPPENED IN THE U.S.A,AND IT HURTS "THE SECURITY OF THE WORLD AND THE U.S.A!!!!!WHY WOULD OUR PRESIDENT PUT HIS "TRUST"IN A "FOREIGN COMMUNIST COUNTRY",AND ASK A FOREIGN COUNTRY TO INVESTIGATE A DEMOCRAT !! COMMUNISM HATES DEMOCRACY,AND THAT IS THE BOTTOM LINE!!!!WE HAVE ENEMIES BOTH FOREIGN AND DOMESTIC,AND IF COMMUNISM TAKES OVER ,COMMUNISM WILL WIPE THE REPUBLICANS FIRST BECAUSE THEY GAVE OF LOVE,AND BY DOING THAT THEY ARE THE WORST,AND THE "DEVIL" PUNISHES : BY GOD'S AUTHORIZATION TO PUNISH THOSE WHO GAVE LOVE AWAY,AND DESTROYED DEMOCRACY ON THAT TERRIBLE DAY FOR THE U.S.A!!!!
Categories:
punishes, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Prose Poetry
A Champion must lust for that ancient adrenaline
the primal prize alive in the eyes, trophy of thunder in the pulse,
a Champion's heart welcomes adversity with teeth gleaming sharply,
worships the battlefield with risk righteous in ripped tradition,
doesn't celebrate the strikes that knock the foe into awe
finds glory in striving for the impossible
creates Legend from the unthinkable become visible,
buries the adversary's soul in the winter of forever woe,
the Champion says with disciplined effort and presence pure in practice,
lightning is comin for you, blasting your bones, bashing your boasts
tear you up and down and all around
your dreams nor dare, will not be found,
The Champion must adore the trauma of training,
remembers the humility of a Beginer's trouncing,
must pray with innocent instinct, thank Providence with confident conviction,
makin bravery out of bruises and being headstrong amidst hecklers,
invents technique like a Freeborn freak,
they shame the opposition into reverence with indisputable excellence,
true Champions are unforgettable, architects of shock and hope irrevocable,
indestructable like a titanium pyramid,
To be a Champion is to have a demolishing drive,
they must excel when underestimated
and must dominate when expected to succeed,
the Champion's Faith devours fear and punishes pretenders,
to finish the foe with decisive declaration, " Check Mate! "
a Champion always defies, and never dies,
there is no calculation of defeat for an Angel following a Divine beat -
J.A.B.
Categories:
punishes, character, courage, inspiration, leadership,
Form:
Didactic
Amongst myths and legends shadow realm,
Dwells an ancient evil.
Beneath temples walls, and shattered ruins,
Beware mortals of what lies within the,
Burnt offerings wreckage.
In a hushed stilled silence, a figure lingers,
On the outer edges farthest fringes,
In the dark recess of humanity's night terror,
Lurks a demon a demonic priestess,
Called Medusa.
Reptilians fork tongue of darkness’s,
Grand design,
Listen not be deaf to her sweet melodies
Enchantment.
She slithers side by side as a rattle snake,
Moving in for its killing strike.
A hooded cobra lies behind emerald green eyes,
Laughing with sheer fiendish delights pleasure.
Deadliest of Lucifer's mistresses, she alone.
Waits for her next victim to enter,
This dead mans trap.
Frozen in that last tangible moment of existence,
Life depictions stone guardians, seemingly alive are
Poised in eerie poses.
Cement warriors with swords drawn and
Shields raised remain in battles stance.
A chilling realization is fears last expression,
Daring fools whom see death's reflection
Staring right back at them in the dark.
Fleshes accursed immortalized within
These statues of stone.
Fortune does not favor the foolhardy,
It punishes them by tortuous means.
A doubled edge blade placed in mortal,
Hands does not always yield a hero, or
Conqueror.
Step ever so lightly, keep all weapons,
Close at hand.
Heroic deeds deny you this adventurous tail.
For in the hollows depth no spirit escapes,
In her garden most evil,
Beware the wrath of Medusa.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Categories:
punishes, halloween, holiday, imagery, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
Quickly closed my eyes the minute I saw your greeting hand
Fully body cured with earthly riches
My mouth stapled
And my body coma straight
As I get a crushing glimpse of your movement towards me
I exhaled out of the air of dreams
She's not coming to me, my mind echoed
Please make her stop
I can't keep on feeding my eyes a virtual
On a given second the speed decomposed
Her face scarched with ease
Peace she retaliates
In a line asked questions I stood like liberty with my Hand straight up about to say something but never came out
A pass of H2o then dropped my hand
I felt like a disabled person with no Perpouse of movement waiting for a rescue operation
If this is the way God punishes me my conscious giggled
You an OG son I convinced myself
I slowly turned around to utter my greetings already projected into a nirvanic mind I saw butterflies flying randomly out of nowhere
Suddenly a wind came into existence through my breathing
Less did I know she is been turned
Her breath increasing like 100 meter atlet
I let my mind get hiii for a moment
Out of the blink of no existence
She attracted everything around her besides herself
She was like munchies after a good Shiiit blunt
Everybody was waiting for me to say something
My sister woke me up that's when I say her message on Facebook
"hello"
Categories:
punishes, beauty, crush, feelings,
Form:
Written In Beige
Against the bleak bank wall he leans
as the sidewalk moves sideways
across his tangential thoughts.
People pass, the dull parade,
the money-grubbers and hoarders
in their shiny suits that mock
his existence. Sad clouds meld
into a sullen gray sky…it must be raining
somewhere. Clink! Silver coin
rattles metal can. He wonders, when
did the colours disappear?
The pungent aroma from Mickey’s
Taco Wagon punishes his senses
and his eyes begin to leak. He’s hungry.
There was a time when his words
were golden, a rainbow of passion.
He had a family, people who loved him.
A November wind kicks him…no, wait!
Security guard motions as another
peers from behind motion-sensing
cameras. Not wanted. He disappears
next to the discoloured taupe wall.
The mystery: how did his life story
get written in beige?
*Note: this is written in honour of a homeless poet named Raimundo Arruda Sobrinho but, in essence, for every homeless person.
Categories:
punishes, identity, metaphor, tribute,
Form:
Ekphrasis
Punishes without any crime committed!
He makes individuals abye the amiss of others.
He could be a lifetime durance to one's soul
The victim walk flaneur like dead poles.
Their anguish cries only heard by them within their raptured souls.
Society turns deaf to them...
Scared in their own circumstances, hiding within the rolls of their hems.
He makes them scared, scared of their own shadows.
He is churlish... Yes! very despicable.
He makes them wear the same cloak day in day out!
In his world, they are Junoesque ready to be nursed by suicide
The monster sucks out life from them as if subscribed to a dementor!
A heart wrecking routine they go through every second.
Whoever created this barbarian should be a diet for maggots live!
Labels are plastered all over them by those dear to them,
Pretension is the only mask they possess...
As he makes them to dissimulate their true emotions from the rest of us.
He ensures they are belted on their unfriendly beds in a mental asylum
A wicked giant he is, making them lifeless and useless!
Wish they could be awarded with pure Horcruxes to memento about the dulceness of life again.
No one wants to taste that dementor kiss,
They did not choose to be in darkness!
He forced glorified mornings and bright days out of them.
Caliginosity took the limelight,
Like owls they live...
How cruel could you be?
Depression!
By LeboGFaith Samson
Categories:
punishes, anger, depression,
Form:
Personification
There’s a fire on the stage,
And the fans feeling the heat,
To them it’s a sign of stardom,
But the first spark of this fame,
Burned my home, my kingdom,
Left me with few broken promises,
The fire brought me a fortune, for a Scar,
And yet I’m a Demigod, and yet I’m a Rockstar.
Blinding neon lights, outshine the Sun,
A humanoid zombie fiesta, a never ending run,
The fury within, punishes my hands on strings,
The red sins melt in the symphony that it brings,
And when I cry out the agony inside,
The rhythm is given, but tears are denied,
They enjoy the show of suicide, the weapon being my guitar,
And yet I’m a Demigod, and yet I’m a Rockstar.
I had all I desired, but is this borrowed life worth?
Fond of my naivety, will they hold my truth?
Yes! They do love me, but isn’t Love the name of my fears?
Of the prince of their Songs, will they hold the tears?
Will I ever be a fool again, to take the fall, in love?
Can I again wish for you, from a Wishing star?
Will I ever take you name again, in my unheard song?
And can your arms be the world to which I belong?
Every apprehension derived; leaves me aghast,
I’m stuck at the medley; of my future and my past,
Of a short lived empire of masked men, of which I’m the Czar,
Or for that cradle of love, for eternity that can last,
Where my transgressions, redeem their yield,
A premonition I carry, is to meet you in that field,
The only escape so I see, is that Field, with the door left ajar,
Where I’m just a human, where I’m not a Rockstar.
(Based on the Bollywood Movie - Rockstar)
Categories:
punishes, lost love, love, sad,
Form:
Rhyme
She Was Semiramis, Dark Deity Of Old
I then saw into the tragic depths of darkness,
With black crows circling about my head,
There sat an old hag in her ugly starkness,
Crying where have all the dying young now fled?
She was the Semiramis, dark deity of old,
Ancient when the Babylon Empire was the power
Full of pride and in blackness she strode-
Seeking blood by death in battle's goriest hour.
My blooding was dripping into dark red stains,
Dying calls from above rained down upon my soul,
Her sneers echoes through my wave of epic pains,
Such evil applauding, on my heart took its toll.
And Semiramis laughed, as my pain tore in deep,
Her taunts spoke of past victims dying screams,
Rotting flesh consumed in their longest sleep-
Eternity of anguish in their sad dying dreams.
One by one the black crows flew to the south,
Leaving wide open blue skies when they departed,
Then I knew I would live by thirst in my mouth,
And the angry look as She said half-hearted;
You have a power beyond my own great evil hate-
What can it be denying me my victory's reward,
Some promise garnered from death's lord- Fate
Or Light from He the universe most admired?
I then summoned up my courage and yelled out,
You, dark evil that hides in such cowardly ways,
Hear me, our Lord's faithful in my happy shout,
I was promised to see judgment on your last days!
Now begone while I give my thanks to our master,
With praise in great blessings He still bestows;
Or I may pray that He punishes your evil faster,
Cast you now into the pit where hellfire glows!
R.J. Lindley
Sept. 17th, 1987
Note: Tired today, decided to post this from my private
journal.
1. SEMIRAMIS
Any effort to trace the origins of the myth, legend, and
lore of goddess-worship will eventually lead one back to
a single historical figure---Semiramis, wife of Nimrod
and queen of Babylon, and this is especially true when
considering the goddess/planet Venus.
Categories:
punishes, art, conflict, dark, dream,
Form:
Rhyme
My mind
My mind is a prison
Overpopulated with remorse
Incarcerated by images of sin
My mind refuses rehabilitation
It cowers in a concrete corner
Face in hands; protesting parole
My mind punishes me with guilt
Terrorizing my thoughts
A reoccurring rape of recidivism
My mind is unforgiving
It confiscates my hope
Segregates my dreams in isolated darkness
Allowing occasional one hour visits of promise.
My mind is a complicated collage of convicting confessions
Callously castrating my continuing calls for clemency
My mind mocks mercy
It Mimics moments of misery In a mental mirror
Molesting my mild memories in a riot of regrets
My mind wants no truce
It gladly guards my goals behind gilded gates of grief
Giving me a life sentence of worry
My mind is a prison that I cannot escape
Every night I am summoned from my dim-lit cell
And violently beaten into submission
Here, I repent
I pray for a pardon
And although the Almighty has given me a reprieve
My mind assures me that death is my only release
Categories:
punishes, death, fear, forgiveness, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
A teacher steps in front of a class.
“Today we will be learning…”
Your bias?
Your inability to respect us?
The fact that you don’t want to be here?
Her mouth continues to move but I can’t zone back in.
Why do we attend class?
So we all think the same?
To never improve our economy?
I pay for a professor to take away my creativity.
She gives me an “A” for conformity.
Every teacher teaches with his or her own style,
Each student thinks with their own opinions.
No person gets the same education.
The one thing we all learn is there’s no such thing as accepted individuality.
They say reach for the stars,
But the curriculum chains our arms down.
One would suggest- think outside the box
What is a box?
Is it adults’ inability to heed?
The parameters of others intelligence’s demise?
To think outside; to exceed,
Though society isolates and punishes when we do.
You demand our ideas not be connected.
How can we do this when we are required to posses the same perspective?
Were brought up to follow.
If you have to think outside the box, why is there even a box?
Why not get rid of it?
Better yet…
Then the teacher regains my focus and asks,
“Taylor, what do you think?”
I allow silence to fill the room and take time to respond,
“..Destroy it”
Categories:
punishes, imagination, life, philosophy, school,
Form:
Free verse