Best Sadistic Poems
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Contest: Traditional Haiku
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
29th June, 2015
You Can’t Put Thanks in Your Pocket
Call yourself a friend?
Call yourself a pal?
It’s not what I call you
Ungrateful, selfish
Good adjectives for you
They’re free by the way
We know how much money
Means to you
Can’t put ‘thank you’
In your pocket, that’s
What you live by
Yet, I never got a
Thank you did I?
I was the butt of
The joke, wasn’t I
You assumed I won’t mind
You can roll over me
I tell you now
Earn as much as you can
But you’ll never buy
Dignity or honour
You’ll never have
Enough to give you
That.
You can put honour
And decency in your
Soul, even with empty
Pockets. Think on!
David Cox 27/02/23
This sh** makes me f*******g insane,
I'm gonna cut somebodies throat,
Or wrap a belt around it until they f*****g choke,
Maybe, tie them up somewhere,
setting them on fire,
Hanging the mtha fcker from a tree,
using rusted barbed wire,
Beating in their f***g face,
to the point of un recognition,
Or draining them of all their blood,
inside their moms kitchen,
Sadistic thoughts of the family,
sitting all around,
Just to ensure their screams and cries,
are the bastards last f***g sound,
I wanna tape their eyes open,
and stitch their filthy mouth shut,
I know by now everyone is running,
thinking this b**** is f****d up,
Not near as bad as this thought of,
making their loved one do the deed,
and if they don't wanna cooperate,
they can just watch each other bleed,
Maybe I will leave it in my memory,
or should it be recorded?
I'll send a copy, 1st class to their mom's
b***** should have had them aborted!
Permafrost for dead hearts,
Waiting for someone to take one swing and shatter it to pieces,
No blood drops just black shattered parts.
Broken from the dark unchanging creases.
Mockingly I smile and wait for signs of pain,
You stare at my snare watching in disdain.
The sensors then start to work in your brain..and now your in trouble,
You Do not fall, I'm surprised, but over.. you double.
The walls start to close in which seems to make it worse,
I love to watch people plummet and i laugh when they free fall,
Smile, as they hit rock bottom and cannot scream nor curse.
Remember that hate is constant, while love seems to seesaw.
DON'T mess with me,
I'm unpredictable and verbally violent,
But I'm actually learning to be nice for you, luckily.
All the while i still have trouble keeping silent.
But i do enjoy this, I want to see the pain you mill through
And when I'm through, I'm done, and I hope the pain kills you.
Sadistic
Sadically gleeful
She watches , by and by
As the shredded form
Convulses , bleeds , nearly dying
Humour arises
Cheerfulness gleaming
As the blood spurts like a stream
It flows freely from every wound
Gathered round the victim
In a vicious pool
Far more deep the shades of red
Than the river Nile
Wen it once bled
Radiantly, She gathers her wits
Graceful steps
With malicious stealth
To prove her conviction She leaps
once more
Blade in hand
To cut deeper
To the depth of the soul
Her head, raised beneath a hooded
cape
Her eyes fixated
Her quest completed
Satisfactory , to her wims
She floats away
One last glance , however , for
She twirls, subtlety ,itself
For her last words
They must be spent
Be not mistaken
Do not believe
That my actions are of selfish need
For my soul you've filled with
hateful intent
Only revenge i seek
And revenge has been delt
Her lips they curve
In a smile so wicked
They dying man
Circums
grievously
No longer breathing
by
Amanda Miller
An empty cigarette box is smiling at me with sadistic condemnation,
His snarled yellow teeth rattle inside the open box.
"You're out," he announces victoriousely,
"Replace me once more, child."
The cardboard container commands what I must follow,
To succomb to masochistic tendencies towards vice,
Hollowed out by emptied purchased cases,
I am but a shell filled with predilections for addictions.
My teeth are sweetend by savory treats:
Pills licked and popped liked lollipops
Falling from an unknown neighbor's hand into a child's plastic jack-o-lantern;
An orange fiendish grin of the pumpkin receptacle chomps whatever in it goes.
Mead and ales and emptied alto wines spill from uncorked nozzles,
Whose spitting splash sprays into me like a breath-freshening bottle,
Pocketed and summoned to satisfy the stirring and recurring stench
Arisen from the airs tumbling in the grumbles of an alcoholic's bowels.
What once was empty must now be filled,
With what now shackles my lack of will.
I'm cuffed in this sado-masochistic thrill,
An addicted slave craving pours, puffs and pills.
Global warming,
Not a reality,
Then why is the rays of the sun so painful these days,.
Form:
I derive no pleasure in hurting a fly,
Preferring to let spiders do that for me,
Or just to shoo them away.
Bug spray is only used as a last resort,
And sticky fly papers are banned at our house.
But when it comes to weeds,
I show no mercy,
Not even for the little ones,
And derive great satisfaction,
From laying waste to their domain,
Letting all that pleases the eye,
And my taste buds have free reign in their place.
My day is not complete unless I have undone the hard work of creepers,
That come out after dark,
Intent on strangling anything they can get to grips with.
With weeds I have no empathy,
With weeds I show no mercy,
With weeds I show no restraint,
And my pleasure in their demise,
Only increases when I see a daffodil,
Where once there was only weeds,
Or watch my grandson pick a strawberry,
Instead of a weed.
What I heard about love,
It’s so sadistic and pathetic to the core.
They claim, “It’s the judge, jury and executioner”
The rumors sounded surreal and so real
It’s a mutual tolerance,
Of an agreement signed by fools.
Ink, that slowly fades into the blue
Leaving the hue of the unforgiving cue.
At least, that’s what I heard about love!
So much pretense,
From our “Judge, jury and executioner”
Claiming to be the cure
That brings deliverance,
Like that priest on the podium, at a Sunday service
At least, that’s what I heard about love!
Bitter, sweeter?
Too much clutter in the chatter,
Like it was raised in the gutter.
Don’t believe in it,
It only makes you weaker.
At least, that’s what I heard about love!
You wait for it, patiently
You give it your all, unconditionally.
It comes, and leaves painful wounds
You patch yourself, eagerly
But the scars will still bleed, profusely.
At least, that’s what I heard about love!
Love lies, my son
Love entails betrayal
Love feeds off of the believer’s heart
Love isn’t innocent
Love is just another illusion
In the magician's bag of tricks.
At least, that’s what I heard about love!
Love is death,
By a thousand knives
With instant reincarnation
Just to experience your death,
All over again!
At least, that’s how they expressed themselves,
When we talked about this creature,
Called “Love”.
Love is for the weak,Hatred is for the meek.
That’s why we have murderers,
Because, love is unconditional pain
Which does not deserve to be given!
At least, that’s what I heard about love!