Best Raise Hell Poems
Boys do boys BREAKS toys. Knick knack paddy wack. Give. A dog. A bone.
Some say the things that boys do are wrong and even more wrong still.
Pushing a go cart up a steep steep hill. Wrestling down steps and falling.
Breaking bones. Being home alone. Fire crackers one two three STOP spitting
On me.
REPEAT REPEAT REPEAT
Boys even when they're right they're wrong. Boys are strong. They are
Triumphant on mix martial arts and wrestling night. They need a place here in
SOCIETY. They need their own show and tell month. What week? What's a week?
Fighting through one trillion trillion jeers. Not wanting to show their fears.
THE MEDIA COMES THE QUICKER
Fearing vulnerability boys are nothing but the brunt of solid steel with DIAMOND
Spikes. Many boys are MELLOW but spell WE DO RAISE HELL. Some might
Think boys do things for SPITE. Such as staying alive? Or flying a kite?
Boys but when dark is night stay inside. At DIFFICULT times they fight even when
They're right thinking they are strong. MAYBE they are wrong?
Wrestling tearing fisting clenching cursing spitting stomping reaching for his own
Fate. Suffering alienation and hate. What he wants he gets one way. (Sparing no grace) or another. All in all in all. Some boys walk a CHALK line and are fine.
In the light of the life of things this is how it is. Boys are STRONG. They go long.
THE MEDIA THE CONDEMNATION THE VILIFICATION: Boys are bursting through malls tearing down walls shooting guns on the run.
Nothing but boys will be boys. Nothing is truth until it is seen through the eye of a boy
Keen. Gangs, tussles and physical rebuttals. There those tails wagging of puppy dogs,
Yeah boy! You got SWAGGER you got sway. Football gear and baseball cards yeah all
Hard. Make way for shooting hoops hanging on stoops
TRACES OF MANHOOD TO DATE. BEEN NEVER A MAN WHO HASN'T BEEN A BOY.
ENJOY!! GOOD FATE!!
Bites of frost fierce;
iced words did pierce
flushed flesh, soft soul
chilled as you stole
youth of my life,
long lived your wife.
We wed; blissed days
blest till your craze.
Mid-age, your mess
lust for me less,
as thrills I gave
you now don’t crave.
My angst for naught
in knots of fraught
tight twist my mind,
your grit does grind
strewn tears from eyes
pain’s gems your prize
plash at your feet
my dirge does beat.
Our love I mourn
my rose your thorn,
once in sweet bloom
lies’ stench does doom.
Sprung from spouse cage
red town's your stage
to soothe your doubts
raise hell, nude bouts...
go chase young things
can’t stop your flings
we’re done, I know ~
snowed neath cold woe.
One day, I hope it will be easier.
One day, I hope the pain will subside.
One day, I hope that hole in my heart will fill.
One day, I'll be by your side.
I hope that day comes one day my brother
You're not upstairs of that we know.
I know you'll be raising Hell my brother.
Anyone who knew you will also know.
That one day I will see you again my brother.
See that you are still the same.
And that day when I see you again my brother.
Maybe that day will ease my pain.
For now in this life I have my thoughts my brother.
Laugh at the the things that you did.
No matter how you left us you are still my big brother.
You're big Knoxy, my brother, Wor Kid.
Sleep well and raise Hell my brother. Sleep well!!!
(This is a fictional poem)
My father-in-law is so old that his first friend was Barney Rubble.
When he comes to my house, he causes nothing but trouble.
I can hear him coming when I hear his old bones creak.
He pees all over himself every time he tries to take a leak.
He tries to get my wife to leave me every time he comes.
He eats all of our food and then he gets drunk on my rum.
When he visits, he gets mad and raves and rants.
I want to see the look on his face when I put a lobster down his pants.
He's coming over tonight and I'm going to break a lot of his bones.
I'm going to raise hell until he leaves me alone.
You walk on me like a sidewalk
And write on me like chalk
I go blind just seeing you talk
My teeth are numb from hearing you walk
I’m caught in your vision
In the crosshairs of your indecision
Like a shadow I’ll lead you when it’s chilly
You’re a snow tiger, a white lily
Letting your lips light up this city
Ready to fly away like a kite when it’s windy
I’m trapped well within your throwing range
Surrounded by landmines and incoming grenades
Your aroma ignites scented candles
This fire is more than I can handle
Empty beach, bare feet, and no sandals
Run over me like bulls ready to trample
I’m a target and you’re so insightful
So let’s see how good you’re really are with that sniper rifle
Plane from the beach to the lake
Like a priceless vase about to break
Your style is too good to be fake
6.a.m, like stolen pearls you’ve gone to sleep and I lie in your wake
I’m stuck in a rut of indecision to give or take
40 million ways to die and I get bit by a charming snake
In a fit of happiness we have but one life to live
And you’ve given him the most precious thing you could give
Angelic wings, a devilish grin, and a story with more holes than a sieve
Lie to someone else who can’t tell when you fib about your sins
Shut up listen, let me finish, I’ve come back again ready to win
In a losing a battle to a stabbed back, busted lip, and broken chin
Is this your way to raise hell when the heavens fell yesterday?
And with nothing left to lose, axed back, you ask “why not wish it all away?”
I didn’t think I would come back, blue and black, to a see another day where I lay
betrayed
Have something amazing erase my face, spit out the taste where waste remains
But before you speak, and think I’m weak, let me show you something unique
I never fell but stayed on my feet, having you beat by keeping the promise I made
weeks ago in my speech
So now you’re dead to me and I’m dead to you
Do you remember what I said to you?
No matter how far you are… I’m one step ahead of you
"The Wordsmith"
by: Eric L. Boddie
You only Live once, so do what you choose
He Gave us Free Will....so it's your Life to lose
How is your relationship with God?
And I may not be a Saint, but God Knows I Try
Because He Always Knows The Truth whereas man will tempt you with a lie
How is your relationship with God?
To those of you whose task
Is to promote negativity, I ask
How is your relationship with God?
To those of you who will smile in my face
And talk about me in another place
How is your relationship with God?
To those of you who go to church on Sunday
And raise hell way before Monday
How is your relationship with God?
To those of you who never have a good word to say
Who don't realize that the devil is having his way
How is your relationship with God?
To those of you who try to point out my flaws
Who act as if they have never broken His Laws
How is your relationship with God?
To those of you who think they are better
Than any other because it was God Who Put us all together
How is your relationship with God?
To those of you who think they can Judge
When That Is Reserved For The One Who Saves Souls With His Blood
How is your relationship with God?
He's Coming Back people....it might just be tonight
How much time is left......right!
How....is your relationship with God?
Please....Pray for me....as I Pray for you....
"One Bad Apple"
Soft cool-aid breezed in
wielding her sharp peeler
skinning the first apple
Boss girl
begins.
Stewed apples
slowly eaten
swallowed, taken in
One way out.
Boss girl
begins.
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
gvlm
"Raise Hell", Dorothy
https://youtu.be/cfKPobjPZSE
“She does not want the world
to tell her how to live her life.
She does not want the world
to put her into a category.
She will smile even when
not all is good with her.
She will believe
what should not be.
And she will dream wild!
She is a bird.
She just wants to fly
in the wide blue sky!”
Avijeet Das
“I am a strong girl
Someday I will win the world
Yes I will smile in the wrong time
I won't do what has to be done
Or what the world
supposes me to have done
I will just do what I want
Drop out from crowd
Pretend to fall where I don't
Smile even when not all is good
Believe what should not be
Dream wild
Look observe and not harm
Coz I just live
Let me live
Don't put me in a category
or a class
I am as light
as a glass
This world
this beautiful world
Oh how complex
has it been made by us
Just look at the bird
soaring in the blue sky
Does it even care
Does it even care?”
Suyasha Subedi
"My muse is my daughter
My strength is hers
My muse is my mother
Her strength is mine
My muse are my sisters
My strength is theirs
My muse is my soul
Our strength is eternal"
"I roared, I rampaged and I got bloody satisfaction".
Kill Bill
Excerpt, Script, Kill Bill 2
https://www.ivanachubbuck.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/Kill-Bill-2-Bill-Bride.pdf
artist/artwork: Rose Freymuth-Frazier
"One Bad Apple".
https://www.freymuth-frazier.com/
for that moment
in the rush and heat of the crowd
under the television cameras and brilliant lights
there was camaraderie and purpose
there was the beauty of belonging to something bigger than
something grand and bright with promise
stood shoulder to shoulder against the powers that be
made the man back down
comrades in arms shouted the chants
held the line
for that moment we were heroes
we were heroes
but now a swift year has flown by
and the struggle no longer makes the five o'clock news
the cameras and crowd is gone
but you linger
because you want it all back
want to hold the line shoulder to shoulder one more time
chant and raise hell for the cause one more time
we were heroes
heroes
but its all faded
down to loud rebels in quiet coffee shops
down to the faded glory of 'remember when's'
and old photographs
(november the fifth)
Dear President Joseph R Biden,
I know I’m about to raise hell~0h well
I can’t go on without celebrating you, as you can tell
If they didn’t know me then, they’ll know me now
I’ll stick to your plan—that we can all make it together somehow
I dig you when you stand up for yourself and say
C’mon man, go ahead make my day!
Is that your best Clint? Because I’m in like Flint!
Although your polls went down
And people paint you as a clown
They criticize you, The man of words—and your fitness
I am aware of all the good things you’ve done, I’m your witness
You avoid conflict; you are there to discuss
So, I too will keep my promise for all of us
To be the new and proud arbitrators
And to let go of the Anayalators
~ OF PEACE ~
I pray, I Implore thee
I depend on your sage diplomacy
To keep us away from—World War Three
Presidents' Day
2/18/22
Sophisticated, but mentally endangered, he's sharp as a razor
Intimidated by his own mind, until his pen forms a sword and defeats his paper,
Categorized by society, given the label of a thug,
Found guilty of innocence, cause he was born into the slums
He killed the beat with metaphors, and invisible rhymes,
the autopsy uncovered nothing, the alphabet was his genocide,
Take a look inside, and find nothing, cause I'm nothing, so in the beat is where I hide
So as long as I'm alive, I'll run into this notebook in broken times
He walked this trail of tears, and he's lost in broken rodes,
Stumbling over writers block, as his thoughts hide inside his dome
Main characteristic is that he refuses to be a statistic,
The possiblities are endless, because dreams are what's realistic
He was born to raise Hell, but he rose to drop bombs,
Material defenitions of the welfare he was on,
The knight in shining armor, he was undefeatable when he wrote,
So he defeated his enemies, beat by beat, and note by note
"Violent Acts of Rage"
Written by: Rodney Riggins
Power within to demolish what's
in front of you tearing away what's
been inside you for years. The beast is
alive because your soul has died
and your hatred takes control of you.
Killing is so easy America display
it for action and you wonder why
there's murder while others do it
for satisfaction.
Some may have been beaten on
molested or bullied some may
have wanted to be violent but
didn't understand it fully. What's to
understand when your pissed you
want others to feel your pain some
use drugs to go through with it
they use this as the blame.
Me myself have Violent Acts of Rage
I'm no different than real killers
I just sympathize what they go through
to them it's easy to pull the trigger.
I blame no one for my thoughts
because they are mine I create many
obstacles before me it's just only
a matter of time.
Anger creates chaos murder is
death we all have thought of
violence but haven't reached
that step. It's easy to raise hell
and say what your going do action
speaks louder than words when it's
your turn what will you do?
Desire
Coursing through my veins
Infecting my brain
Drives me insane
I'm feindin' for those uppers
I'm feindin' to get down
I need to feel that ecstasy
That overwhelming sound
I'm cravin' me some instant death
I'm asking to raise hell
I hear my familiar shallow breath
That comfy, cushioned cell
I need to feel my insides out
I need to taste the pills
I feel the love and that's no doubt
That wretched, lovely taste that kills
We have mentally drained our emotions into the world around us
Causing our own commotions then get mad with what surrounds us.
We lack to feel for those that we see have less.
We slack and oppose for what we think is best.
We tend to take from a pot that is not rightfully ours.
We tread lightly with the truth, but listen to lies for hours.
We get bombarded with the ways of the world, yet we aren’t teaching boys how to treat girls.
We are leading the youth to the worst of ways; we take no responsibility for the paths we’ve paved.
We raise hell when our child is wrong, as we defend them.
We teach them that laws are in place, but there are ways to bend them.
We want our voices to be heard, but what we say is empty.
We are portraying a message that is disturbed--
we are killing ourselves, to put it simply.
We have too little knowledge and exceeding pride.
We feel so comfortable on this roller coaster ride.
We watch the turmoil that is of this world, constantly run its loop.
We don’t take enough time for ourselves to just sit--
and regroup.
We have troubles and pains and we are losing our loved ones.
We don’t see what we can gain if we would just become one.
We have fought off those that have offended us, but we haven’t confronted the evil thoughts that run deep within us.
We have come to some reality that we are just humans.
We don’t see the totality of what all the ‘just’ is ruining.
We cannot become one when we are constantly separating ourselves.
We cannot become whole when we ignore our inner self.
We keep following the trends of things that hold no value.
We sleep cowardly to no end and buy all the dreams that they are selling.
We don’t look in the mirror to see who we really are.
We look at some reflection as if we are too far--
to reach, to teach, to redirect or speak.
We have lost sight of what it is to love.
We don’t feel the connection, so it’s easier to run.
We get off-track; thinking we don’t need anyone.
We have blocked out what it is to have compassion, we take routes for our own personal satisfaction.
We keep thinking this way, we will never be united, but together we will fall.
We just need to become one and together we could have it all.
The ways of the world, seem so wicked
Overbearing thoughts--
self-inflicted.
2/1/2016
The suns shines,
Yet the rain pours mercilessly
The angels sing harmoniously,
While the demons raise hell
The moon proclaims peace,
As the meteor destroys the earth,
No one is safe, from the desolation
No one is safe from the devastation
For years we used you like a tool
For years you were dormant an quiet
There is no peace for the wicked
There is no peace on earth.
Why I Love Writing Poetry?
Did I mean why I love writing poems?
Nevertheless, I love writing poems or poetry:
To simply have fun, make others happy,
Inspire and defend others; to fan the flames
Of fairness, and to seek justice, fairness for the weak,
The innocents, the underprivileged, and the sick;
I can go on and on until I lose consciousness.
I love expressing myself with elegance and neatness.
Ordinary jerks always make fun of the Poets, that's not new;
And the Poets know darn well how to take care of them too.
Poets have thick skin; they are Heroes without fears.
They struggle, fight, write, raise hell and wipe their tears.
Sorry, if I am going astray, that's what I do best,
Sometimes, like any human being, I like to make a mess.
That's why I love writing essays, poems or poetry:
To simply have fun, and to make others happy.
At the same time, I want others to criticize, and castigate.
I make my own decisions, and can determine my own fate.
Poets have thick skin, and by nature have no fears.
Please swallow your frown, your smile, and wipe your tears.
Hebert Logerie Monday, January 26, 2015