Best Punishments Poems
Cucu, maitu
Now that am older
I seek more answers
In the same manner I did
Those days gone, of fetching firewood to cook a cherished meal
I seek more answers
Not in the manner I did
Fetching sticks in the forest to be used by teachers for spanking and whipping
Oh how I dreaded those days, those chilling days of punishments for poor grades, tardiness and noise making
And there my hate for math began....fearing it even to this day
that math teacher that came drunk to class and we mostly got beatings for nothing
I seek answers to understand our family dynamics
Interesting, odd, sad, puzzling, beautiful, worrying, entertaining,
Is some of the descriptions
The reason we are the way we are
The beings we become in unexpected fate
Cucu, maitu
I've heard your many stories of "emergency" during the colonial rule
I've seen your youthful strength that grows more beautiful with aging days
You always say "it's the Lord"
I remember how when we were little you always got us to wash our feet before getting on your bed
How you then proceeded to pray for your ten children, your many grand children and your ever increasing great grandchildren
Telling God each of their names
My sisters and I always thought you said some of the longest prayers
But now that am older I know why
The number of family members I have to pray for increases with new age
Like the last video i took of you singing and dancing with some of your great grandchildren,
The melody of my life becomes more fruitful with each new beat
Cucu, maitu (kikuyu words for grandmother)
Categories:
punishments, age, family, grandmother, identity,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Inspired by one of my favorite bands, Rise Against, and the song is called,
“Ever-changing” (Acoustic). Please listen to this song if you don’t know of it. It’s raw &
powerful.
“Have you ever been a part of something? That you thought would never end. But then, of
course, it did.” –Rise Against
“I fell in ‘Like’ with you”
With her smile
I melted unto oblivion’s redemption
Candy coated perceptions, windows’ gap
Seeping brilliance refreshment
Uncertainty resolution, polished
Absorbed into closeness sun
Yet these eyes still…see
Butterflies taking notice, missing you…as you stood in front of me
Strong, yet soft legs
Foundation of my face to rest upon
Scars…fading
A cremated sin
Yet, elongated moments of silence
Created abruption’s new face
The face of change
When she turned to me and said
“I’m not sure, anymore”
Emotional lullaby, rocking me to sleep
New battles with spectral flashback
Trying to get under my skin, a drunken tick facing demise
Phoenix’s sunrise, rejuvenating my recycled defenses
Yet, today, these rays just aren’t bright enough to burn sadness away
And with these sounds of storm clouds & Fall on horizon’s breath
These grounds are so familiar, yet bittersweet
This heart doesn’t want to be enlightened by karma today
It wants to be held for how it shines now
Denied…distance wins again today
Slavery whipped punishments in miles and blocks
This must end
Because I try to keep lines open to get a call from you
Yet all I hear are booty calls with busy signals
And yet something has kept me here too long
But can they leave me, if I’m already gone?
Something has kept me here too long
Karma’s laughter
But, through it all, I will shine
…
How I wish my mere presence can bring joy’s tear to her eye
Sadly though, now, the lines are drawn
Yet I wonder if this feeling is gone
Have the best parts of this…come and gone?
…
Maybe I’ll never know the truth
Perhaps she was misguided by jealousy’s deprivation
Deteriorating heart’s splendor
While I fell in “like” with her
Perhaps “Better Man 2.0” appeared from Cloud 9’s fallacy
While I fell in “like” with her
Perhaps
She held onto the past
As I, drawn to waterfall’s edge
Allowed myself
To let go…and F
A
L
L
© Drake J. Eszes
“We adore those who hurt us. Yet, we hurt those who adore us.” -Anonymous
Categories:
punishments, friendship, girlfriend-boyfriend, introspection, life,
Form:
Free verse
There was once a king who decided that for him - beauty was silence.
He issued a decree that all sound was banished henceforth and that his land would forever more be as silent as snow. To enforce this impossible law he sent countless envoys to every corner of the land. Every creature was informed. No birds can sing. No dogs must bark. No man, woman or child could speak their needs and must now make them known by signs. Even the very thunder was ordered to be mute.
The penalty of course was death. Few were able to obey.
Flocks of birds were shot from the heavens. Dogs were slain before their master’s eyes. All the trees were stripped of leaves lest the wind should sigh through them. Brooks were frozen so water could not splash or gurgle down the stream beds.
It was like a permanent winter with bare trees and frozen ground.
Children at play were wiped out without mercy. Cows being herded were bombed for lowing. This unmerciful killing went on for many years.
The merest sound so angered the King that he ordered atrocious punishments for offenders that he did not kill.
The talents of artist were in great demand as they painted cards for all occasions for people to flash. in lieu of speaking. The effect on the population was to cause the formation of many covert societies where secret meetings, when betrayed, were raided and countless murders committed by the ‘silence’ enforcers.
The King was greatly feared by everyone and dubbed “Snowman - the Silencer”
Generations of good people were wiped out. Countless noisy species were hunted to extinction. Music was never heard or played.
Silent clocks were invented. Sound-proof rooms were built. Some desperate parents, to protect their children, opted to have their babies larynx-es removed at birth.
The King was surrounded by silent apathetic, joyless subjects.
The King’s obsession had effectively destroyed all the people, the life and the environment around him.
How much easier it would have been, if he, in wanting silence had only thought to destroy his own eardrums.
Categories:
punishments, allegory, evil, humanity, power,
Form:
Prose
I starts me life as pirate,
A grommet before age twelve,
Not an ordinary bandit,
High sea adventures me delve.
With a Letter of Marque in me han’
And the Commodore for me pa!
I spends dogwatch near the helmsman,
Nerey missin’ me bonny ma.
Old salts tell their gory tales,
Aye, dogs hanging from the gallows.
Punishments for a man who fails
Floggings or keelhaul; blood bath follows.
Scrimshaw hangin’ ‘round me neck.
A privateer by trade,
Flaunting booty on the deck
We’s the scallywags brigade.
Pirateering is me heartthrob.
I dreams schemes in the crows nest.
‘bout takin’ swag from an unfortunate swab.
I sits watchin’ pa from the crest.
Long nines aimed and ready,
Jolly Roger on the mainmast,
Headway fast and steady,
The enemy’s fate forecast.
One for all and all for one!
Drinkin’ grog an’ eatin’ grub.
Werkin’ on the “Morning Sun”
Me father at the hub.
Davy Jone’s locker, me final plight!
Death drifting in me beloved sea –
Straightway from the dark of night
The pirate’s life for me!
© July 15, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen
Categories:
punishments, adventure, fantasy, on work
Form:
Quatrain
Homicide and genocide
Need punishments to be applied
And fratricide and suicide
Are awful – that can’t be denied.
But something else I can’t abide,
Although, in this case, no one died,
Cannot be what we take in stride –
A crime that’s known as verbicide.
Unlike insect- or herbicide,
Its perpetrators tend to hide
And, if confronted, they’d be snide;
Corrections down their backs would slide.
Some criminals are hanged or fried
But as for writers, here’s a guide –
To those engaged in verbicide,
May lots of tsking be supplied.
Categories:
punishments, words,
Form:
Monorhyme
With the Darkness from within your own heart's a wry,
You're going to die without anyone to love you and no one to cry.
Just alone by yourself on the bed of your death,
With the stench of regret emanating from your last dying breath,
For you have chosen the path of a bitterly selfish man,
With the blood of your wife and children on your hands.
For the penance you'll pay for the way you've behaved,
Will be written in plain as the name of your grave.
In the fiery pits of hell will your soul perish in agony and horror,
For the consequences of murder is harsh punishments with fervor.
No amount of pleading will cease your unending suffering,
For the aftermath of those deaths is misery and agony unrelenting and neverending.
For the shadows of ghosts of the happenings that will be,
Or maybe those happenings are by made by you for you only.
For you can't buy your way to repent on the deaths you've erased,
The ever-so-clear punishment of infinite torment in death will serve those souls well repaid.
Categories:
punishments, death, sad,
Form:
Rhyme
To all you care
Hate does not fear
Oppression has been its life's work
Many have no idea, but hate does
Also many fear they have it worse
So if any ask, "how so?" watch as they list their punishments like they were trophies
Life isn't meant to be wasted
Eternity is only something we hope for
Everyone takes that for granted
But if society has taught us anything
Rewards can be given to help all
Our efforts have been given to all the wrong people
Won through second-hand knowledge,
Now we are all screwed.
Categories:
punishments, social
Form:
Acrostic
So what?
No more new toys for you
No more bread at breakfast
No more noisy shoes on Christmas
And no more having more
Did i kill dad?
No!
Why then the corporal punishments?
Because dad lost the job
Dad lost the breath
Dad lost the plan
Dad lost you
Dad is no more
Why punish me not the job?
Dad got money from there
Can i go and get it?
Not now but one day you will
What about you?
I will go but i have to first make you know
That i am not Dad because he took off
Now he is sleeping
We have to spend less
Work a lot
Play less
Why don't you awake him?
He is dead!
What does that mean?
It means close your eyes
Stop breathing
Sleep in a big box
People dig a whole hide you there
And you disappear forever
Wow that sounds fun mum can i join the game?
Stop!
Why?
Its no game, its painful game of loss!
Mum, you cry when i climb trees
When dad wants to go with me you scream
But dad always makes cool choices
You don't understand son,
Your father has played the superman game
The monster broke his neck
And now he is lifeless like your toys
All the people that came here were on your Dad's funeral
Your father is dead
You are now an orphan, son!
Mum, dad is in the game
I know dad he will rise again
Kick the monster, break its neck and throw it in fire
Like what he used to about Jesus
And you will know he is not like my toys
I know son
Right now you cant understand but later you will
I know mum
Right now you cant understand but later you will
In memory of my late father who passed on in 1993 while i was a little boy
Categories:
punishments, father, funeral, grief, humor,
Form:
Elegy
School is Cool?
School is cool he says,
Pardon, what have you just said?
I think you must be feeling ill,
You had better retire to bed.
School is definitely not cool,
It is nastier than the flu,
Your statement is incorrect,
For they massacre you without a clue.
Exams, tests and no games are on their torture list,
It’s just a question of time,
Don’t say I didn’t warn you,
Their punishments are bitterer than lime.
What you see on the brochure,
Are the good things that are small,
But the torture that is at large,
Is under cover at the assembly hall.
So make your decision,
Wise I say,
Of your hates and likings,
And enjoy your of happy days.
Categories:
punishments, school,
Form:
Rhyme
Destinies with similar fate intertwine
A road is carved that they may follow.
And for whatever mysteries they may find
Nothing can be worse than the feeling of sorrow.
Their future seems inevitable
But an unworthy man faults their progression
His motives are questionable
But he grasped her heart without regression
One is left in the dark
As the others take their elegant leave
Darkness consumes his heart
And radiates as far as he eye can see
Scarlet roads once paved
Now bare no significant mean
Lonesome nights and hellish days
His mind cant take the punishments its seen
The only place he may find serenity
is deep within his dreams
And any peacefull melody
has faded outside this reality
A taunting dreamers hope
Allows him to stand somewhat tall
And this only provokes
More darkness to fall
She bares a smile full of lies
With him, shes treated like an animal
And with her internal pain on the rise
Shes still a desire thats intangible.
Categories:
punishments, fantasy, loss, love, may,
Form:
ABC
The cafeteria being as quiet as a library, was as weird as snow on the Fourth of July.
Not only was the cafeteria quiet but still as a desert.
But that didn't last long, like shattered rain showers, on a sunny day.
One scream of "FOOD FIGHT!", started chaos like bombing a war front.
Food was shoot across the room, like paint balls in a paint ball fight.
Food hit students, like heavy water balloons.
But everything ceased, soon as the principal stepped in, like a sergeant in the military.
Punishments were heavy as 3 tons.
And that's the tale of a food fight, severe as a massacre.
This is my first hyperbole.
Categories:
punishments, childhood
Form:
Free verse
Words of power, words of might
This is called our Bill of Rights
Religion, assembly, petition, press and speech
To never take away these rights Amendment 1 does teach
A well regulated militia, right to keep and bear our arms
Amendment 2 gave us these rights to keep us far from harm
No soldier shall, in time of peace be quartered in our home
As promised by Amendment 3 we will be left alone
The threat to search us as a people without a probable cause
Amendment 4 gives us the right to deny without a pause
No person shall be subject to the same offense twice
For Amendment 5 objects to it, firmly and precise
In criminal prosecutions, there should be speedy trials
For Amendment 6 has declared that should be our style
Should another owe me in cash that's more than twenty
By Amendment 7 I can sue him all the plenty
Cruel and unusual punishments should never be inflicted
Because by Amendment 8 these actions are restricted
Should my common rights be taken in any shape or form
I will know in Amendment 9 that this is not the norm
Powers not the government's shall belong to us the states
Amendment 10 will allow no one to decide upon our fate
Words of power, words of might
This is called our Bill of Rights.
Categories:
punishments, political, power, rights,
Form:
Couplet
"I think of a place
Where our soul is pure!
I think of a place
Where no ones confused for what they do
Everyone's damn sure
I think of a place
Where people don't have problems
But if they do -they get it with cures
I think of a place
Where we rule the place
Without a tenure
We ourselves give us full assure-
For what we do what we see and what we hear
Is right and will be true!
No unnecessary payment no punishments no sue!
This a place which I think of.......
I have imagined
Now can you?"
Categories:
punishments, dedication, hope, imagination, life,
Form:
Light Verse
“As iron sharpens iron, so a friend sharpens a friend”.
“As iron sharpens iron, so a friend sharpens a friend”.
“As iron sharpens iron, so a friend sharpens a friend”.
When your in the heat of the battle bring your friend alone
So we may together in battle reign on
This question came about because,
As many of you may know,
Iron doesn't sharpen iron. In general,
“As iron sharpens iron, so a friend sharpens a friend”.
Rubbing two like pieces of metal together will only result
In the production of heat
Used as a general metaphor...
Usually symbolizing judgement,
“As iron sharpens iron, so a friend sharpens a friend”.
Man's punishments, or the systematic breaking up
of what preceded it
Since iron was still a "high-tech" material physical
“Iron sharpens iron,
One man sharpens the face his neighbor,”
Universally seen as positive.
Some view this maxim as an example of “tough love,”
Others as a rewording of a verse earlier in this passage,
“Faithful are the wounds of a friend”
“As iron sharpens iron, so a friend sharpens a friend”.
“As iron sharpens iron, so a friend sharpens a friend”.
“As iron sharpens iron, so a friend sharpens a friend”.
When your in the heat of the battle bring your friend alone
So we may together in battle reign on
1/8/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
Proverbs 27:17,
Categories:
punishments, analogy, destiny, forgiveness, inspirational,
Form:
Lyric
little color for facade
and everything is going to be ok
let's put a makeup to the toothless dwarfs
on the podium
painted cow's head
for decoration – everything is ready
TONIGHT THEY ARE EATING DWARFS
I think that I'm autistic
if I'm not
I'll become one
(as the only way they will stop touching me)
I don't like touches
they are glassed
like that time
when he died
vanished
he is gone
and they are touching me
I'm screaming
(It can't be heard)
they have achieved sound isolation by bandages
(so it can't be heard)
I'm screaming
(you can't hear it)
aquarium in the kitchen
has earned a criminal offense
according to the feng shui law
he is guilty for selection of cheap coffin
(when money is in question, punishments are always high)
for an INTRO it was perfect
5 minutes of staring to the fish until you start feeling dizziness
perfect INTRO
for making innocence
(all situations are cheap)
let's make a settlement
cheap
tapping fingers on the table
3 to 12 ... cheap
tapping fingers on the table
3 to 12 ... cheap
easy math for hard lesson
category: materialised love to a child
sometimes it is necessary to die
necessary
but not enough
f*** it
Categories:
punishments, judgement,
Form:
Free verse