Best Reign Of Terror Poems
Let’s take this outside
Your turn to be objectified
Necktied offside and brutified
Come step outside
Where you can no longer hide
Now you and me can collide
You’re worse than godzilla’s bride
Torpefied and vilified
Uglified, mean and evil-eyed
Always snide and undignified
Ringside, in your false pride
the eyes of Hitler recognized
Executing his genocide
Feeling justified nationwide
Lately I’ve been preoccupied
With thoughts of homicide
Accident by countryside
broadside you flip side
See you land in the fireside
For all the misery aside
you put me through - testified
Is your meanness really classified
I’m no longer taking it - qualified
I‘m no longer hiding it - quantified
No more excuses - are you satisfied?
Germicide and pesticide
Have you ever tried
To drink a ton of formaldehyde
To soften up your cowhide
Now we can go back inside
Your reign of terror on override
You’re toast and you’re fried
You’re been hogtied and humanified
Stupefied and rectified
Just as prophesized
Submitted on May 16, 2018 for contest 8-MILE STYLE POETRY CONTEST sponsored by NICK TRIM - RANKED 4TH
Dear penguin bearers,
Your fears are my letters.
Your attacks are my words.
Your choking is my ink.
Your voice is my language.
Your trembling is the content of my story.
Your agony is the magnitude of my magnum opus.
I read your feelings
I feel your shivers
I write your soliloquies
I sing your monologues
We all are trying to survive
in the same reign of terror
We are not alone in this terrific strive
All we reflect is a powerful personality in the mirror.
It's tough to lead a normal life
as our wings are cut with a sharp knife
But we don't cease to fly
For, we know our spirits are high
We are God's favorite children
He wants us to shine like one in a million
He is always there to pat our back and soothe our spines
He is constantly teaching us to read between the lines
So, let's make our shoulders strong
Let's not bend for anything wrong
Realise that there is an army of palpitating souls around us
Let's spread the rosiness of the inspiring story hidden in each one of us.
With love and reverence,
A fellow penguin bearer.
Note : The poem addresses the "Penguin bearers". The phrase "Penguin bearers" refers to the victims of mental illnesses like Panic and anxiety disorders,depression etc.
Bogdan Chmielnicki sits astride a horse
A magnificent statue in Central Kiev
To a monumental Ukrainian figure
A George Washtington-style liberator
He took it to the Poles in the 1600's
A lone Jew glances at Bogdan on his horse
Forgive him his disgust, of course, for
That Cossack and his army murdered
Nearly every Jew in Kiev -- on their way
To killing 600,000 Jews, one-third
Of the Jews then in Europe, during an
Unprecedented Reign of Terror...*
Leave Chmielnicki astride his horse
Let Ukraine celebrate Bogdan
~ without one ounce of remorse
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*Chmielnicki's Reign of Terror is known
by the abbreviation 'Tach v'Tat,' which is
short form for the Hebrew calendar year
corresponding to 1648-49. The Cossacks'
genocidal campaign lasted through 1660.
Figures of immense reputation and popularity they were
Attracting public attention and admiration in the pursuit of their great works
Leaving behind them a legacy of some kind
But going with them their unique characters.
Wasn’t the explosion of Christianity the work of Jesus of Nazareth?
And the burst of Islam not the work of Muhammed of Mecca?
Neither will the admirable leadership of Julius Caesar;
Nor the conquests of the unlearned Charlemane,
And the military successes of Alexander the great,
Be forgotten in History.
If the British can forget Napoleon’s continental system
Jews then, would forget Hitler’s concentration camps
And history would entirely cease recalling his mentor Mussolini.
What if Carl Marx did not propound radical socialism?
Lenin then, would not have smashed the bourgeoisie and ruled Russia
Neither would the principles of Marxism-Leninism be sustained by Stalin
Nor would Churchill seal the border between the East and the West with an iron curtain.
A grave mistake it would be to forget Martin Luther King Jr.
For if he be forgotten, Mahatma Ghandi then would also be
And the entire movement of nonviolence
Will stop covering many pages of modern history books.
Had it not for Kwame Nkruma and Hastings Banda to cut the rope of colonialism
The ambitious Cecil Rhodes then,
Would have drained the whole continent of all its economic wealth.
The ascendancy of Nelson Mandela from the horizon of apartheid
Was not the beginning of Maximillien Robespierre’s reign of terror;
Characterized by avenges and reprisals
But the emergence of Abraham Lincoln’s true democracy.
What if Caesar were not butchered?
William Shakespeare then, would not have been the greatest playwright
Causing Charles Dickens and Chinua Achebe not to appear.
For the existence of a Jewish state, David Ben Gulion fought
But for the reemergence of a Palestinian state, Yasser Arafat strives.
The first time I met Madame La Laurie, was in 1832 When she and her third husband (Dr. Louis La Laurie) purchased me. My first impression of Madame La Laurie was that she was soft spoken, of fine breeding, and very beautiful.
Upon her arrival, she wasted no time filling every nook and cranny at 1140 Royal Street with the finest furniture and china that money could buy. No one looking at the plain exterior of this house, would ever expect such opulence within it walls.
She wore the latest fashions from Paris with a flare beyond rival, even by the most inducted social lights of the hour, which did not go unnoticed. Both men and women, would stop in their tracks to gaze upon this regal beauty as she strolled down the main streets of New Orleans.
Soon, with the aide of her husbands connections through his practise, she, gained acceptance into the higher circles of the community and began hosting what would become, the most sought after dinner invitations in all of New Orleans.
This was the one side of Madame La Laurie that the world saw, but it was I, who bore witness to the other side. NEVER could anyone have ever imagined the atrocities this women committed in her chamber of horrors on the 3rd floor as she maimed, tortured and murdered any slave that displeased her.
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I was burned badly, when one slave, wanting to end his misery, set a fire in the kitchen, finally bringing her reign of terror to and end, where upon she fled in her hell driven carriage, into the night, never to be seen again.
Today, I stand here at 1140 Royal street, completely unrecognizable. I have a different face now. The only thing left one would recognize from that day, would be the old path that runs between me and the adjacent house.
Lush green foliage now grows along its edge, in what I like to think, a remembrance to the tortured souls who died here.
Between these brick walls
Bright light filters from above
Old seeds bloom again
BUT...IF YOU DARE to walk between these walls, you...like me, THAT OLD HOUSE IN NEW ORLEANS, might see the apparitions of the tortured souls still residing there.
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Poetry form: Haibun
For the contest, A House In New Orleans, sponsor, Lin Lane
PLACED SECOND
De'ron " The Cron" Issacs,
In the best shape of his career,
ripped, the world champion,
through adversity he'd persevere.
Never tasting defeat,
king of the streets,
beating the opposition,
by the swiftness in his feet.
Contorted facial meat, bruising
body blow after body blow.
Weak knees ensue,
Darkness looms,
"Cron" chants boom
as he stands reputed.
A reign of terror,
De'Ron the undisputed
Some notable victories:
** Christain "The Holocaust" Frost:
K.O., 1:54 into the second round:
Out matched, a bloody mess.
Confused by DeRon's finesse.
** Kriss "The Kiss of Death" Seth:
K.O., .58 seconds into the first round.
Caught with a flying knee, surprised
by the move of his former ally.
** Reese "Satans Seed" Reed:
Submission, 3.24 into the fouth round.
Brutal ground and pound, a monster!!
Gave his back to be choked out.
** Byron "Iron Fisticuffs" Gruff
K.O., 2:10 into the second round.
Two broken ribs, he was revered.
Disappeared, now lives recluse.
Jared Pickett
3/2/2010
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Night time ends it’s reign of terror
animals come out to play
the bite is taken off the winters chill
the song birds greet the day
sleep is rubbed from morning eyes
hot coffee fills the air
a stillness almost holy
a quiet soft and rare
as the morning glows to red
the song bird really sings
to welcome the sun as it crests the horizon
on it’s golden wings.
Leg over leg
I watch
Oh once great majestic man
Stuffed with life and vigor
Stood atop the world
Champion
Once conqueror of mountains
Now crushed by pleasure
Turned animal of desire
Now the running re-claimer
Of past honors
Leg over leg
I watch
One step at a time
His lungs smashing against his insides,
As they fight for air,
Against a nicotine choke hold
Leg over leg
I watch
His feet
They burn,
Sprinting through a Savannah of flames
The weight of his past gluttony slows him down
And chains of sweets
Bind him to a mountain of food;
An animal
Hungry for progress
Leg over leg
I watch
A hurricane of alcoholic despair swells above him
As a downpour of liquor whips his beast of a body
And all that he has drank
Tries to wash him away
Leg over leg
I watch
His vision blurs,
The distant mountains and clouds begin to swirl,
The road ahead bends and buckles,
His legs vanish beneath him
And he greets the floor with open arms
I watch
His heart rages
Trapped in a cage
The animal pushes and pulls aggressively
Painfully biting against his chest
Until it finally becomes quiet
Still
Strangled by the smoke, grease and alcohol
Silencing all who witnessed their reign of terror
His body unmoving
Just inches from the finish line
Still
I watch
Escobar
Columbia was a team full of promise, on the rise
Their relationship with El Padrino they could not disguise
Drug money accepted under threat of demise
No choice take the Gold or your family dies
You’d think choosing money and life would be wise
Yet the result is an entire country that cries
Two very different men with the same last name
One shot dead because his team lost a game
The other a drug dealer who loved money and fame
Many thought Pablo was the one we should blame
No matter who for Andreas the result was the same
The end result brought the beautiful game great shame.
Both men were shot dead but will be long remembered
One for the own goal his unfortunate foot tendered
One for the agony his reign of terror once rendered
Columbia’s soccer teams soul has now been mended
For the whole country I hope their showing is splendid
World Cup soccer contest
17/06/2018
You came so suddenly,
Bringing great terror in your arrival like many before you,
Who are you that you should be crowned king that all men bow before you,
Depriving us the right to demonstrate affection to those we meet by not permitting touch,
You have chosen to conquer territories in different continents and because of such,
We closed up our borders and set travel boundaries,
To prevent you from entering our lands, yet you forced your way into our countries,
What was the reason for that if not but to destabilise our economies.
No rest, no rest, no rest
We will not rest till victory is assured, we will not rest till your crown is dispossessed.
Panic-gripped and fear stricken, we closed up factories and delayed production,
Yet you thrived and rejoiced in the wake of our destruction.
Leaving parents without children, leaving children without parents,
This seems to be, your very special talent.
Prolific mass murderer, but like all your predecessors,
You will be defeated because you undermine our warriors.
Coronavirus we defy you, and approach you with strong condemnation,
You proclaimed yourself a monarch and requested an audience for your coronation,
We will attend it just to plot your assassination.
You crowned yourself king even though you don’t wear a crown,
Your reign of terror will soon come to an end to this we have vowed.
No rest, no rest, no rest
We will not rest till victory is assured, we will not rest till your crown is dispossessed.
We charge you for the murder of our loved ones and pronounce judgement upon you
Death will be your sentence and for all who come after you.
For those you’ve placed in quarantine,
We’ll have your head in the guillotine.
We’ll not endure your tyranny
You will be defeated inevitably
No rest, no rest, no rest
We will not rest till victory is assured, we will not rest till your crown is dispossessed.
The twisted remains
Of a broken life
The bloody stains
Speckle the killing knife
Cracked, broken, shattered bones
Crushed souls and weeping wails
Taken by bullets, blades, and stones
The wind carries the victory hails
But what victory of naught
That takes a life by force
Takes what cannot be bought
Free of guilt and all remorse
To justify your pturid lies
You convince yourself of this
When another soul dies
To sleep in eternal bliss
Your bloodsoaked soul inside
Withers, cracks, and fades
Your truths split open wide
Dragged from beneath the shades
No man can win this day
While bodies litter the streets
For all must change their way
To stem the flow of bloodstained sheets
The bloodied, broken, twisted remains
Of society crumbling to the earth
Brought to ash in the fiery flames
Rising up to a new birth
You can no longer justify
Your evil killing way
No more will they believe your lie
It is the beginning of a new day
Your hatred spewed from the bile within
Raining down like acid from the sky
Burning, scarring, deep into our skin
Your venom gave no reason why
Yet here today you stand
Judged guilty by one and all
Sentenced to leave this land
Your reign of terror now must fall
Nevermore you'll play your games
So turn and walk away from here
Racist is but one of many names
But the most hated one is fear
Agonizing darkness descends upon my hopelessness.
Crouching in a fetal position as terrifying pain infests.
Oh the slashing, bashing of the wielding belt.
Crying and scampering, knowing his rage, I felt.
Yearning for and welcoming the comfort of death as a release.
As the cloud of fear cries and begs for it to ease.
My body shaken and violently let go what it had.
It only increases this rage from my dad.
At her peril, mother suddenly steps in.
This nightmare of death and torture ends.
She helps me, as I stumble to bed, and I cried all night.
Still fear ravages and paralyzes me from my father’s sight.
No child should ever go through this reign of terror.
Dad begged and begged for forgiveness of his errors.
After a time for healing, I completely avoided him.
A final and difficult reconciliation between us began.
I and my siblings enjoyed and loved him until he died.
His children no longer feared him but honored him with his last rights.
Overrun, overcome, overthrow
Victory is living out the day
Ethnic cleansing the result as
Reign of terror is the product of
Terrorism that spawns within dictatorship
Human annihilation by rebel armies in control
Extreme measures employed to halt third-world
Regimes acquiring a foothold in democracies, the
Enemy is looking in from over there my fellow
Countrymen, the enemy is at our gates.
Blank Verse
DEATH OVERRULES ALL JUDGMENTS HERE ON EARTH
In reign of terror, split, with holes and pain,
the sentinel, distained his fingers black.
The pools of sticky-red descend, like mud,
and eyes despise the madman’s gaze, above.
Where flowers bloomed in glassy panes, sublime,
the heart of Vegas shatters - shards of fear.
Screams hail, uplift, the crazy bastard’s smile,
but, final drift of sand will drown this man.
His boat will capsize. Stench of spilt men’s blood
will fill his screaming lungs with death’s revenge.
White robes attend the march of martyr’s feet,
into the pearly gate, with smiling teeth.
10/20/2017
Craig Cornish’s Death Contest
In 1492 a beast named Columbus sailed the seas,
Arrived in America to spread Christianity and deadly disease.
Skilled sailor and a monstrous crusader,
Talented navigator but a heartless invader.
When he sailed the ocean blue with his crew he didn’t have a clue,
Claimed earth was pear shaped, yes that fact is true.
What about his bloody reign of terror, a legacy so unspeakably cruel,
They need to teach that to all the children in school.
History heavily edited, kids fed false information,
The truth is that gold was Chris’s motivation.
Learn real history about how slaves were taken back to Spain,
Hispanics are not Spanish, do I really need to explain?
His crimes are chilling, how can anybody admire this villain?
And celebrating Columbus Day mystifies me, it just glorifies killing.
Honouring the father of the transatlantic slave trade and his barbaric crusade,
Costing the tax payers millions of dollars each year for a silly parade.
The first American terrorist, a criminal racist, what more can I say?
Stop glorifying this monster, abolish Columbus Day.