Best Sanguinary Poems
At 13, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed
Brimming with youth and flamboyance.
With a myriad of of vying admirers,
A family to love and to be loved back.
Her life was a blend of love,laughter and rebellion.
Then,all of a sudden,
Dragged out of the felicity of her childhood.
Stripped off her citizenship and freedom
For Anne was born a Jew--an outcast.
Suffered owing to the sanguinary Fuhrer.
The Devil, he surpassed.
To escape the bloody clutches of Hitler
Into hiding ,they went
But never did Anne let her hope perish
In the two years of lonely confinement.
Two years of struggle to cope with adults.
Two years of struggle with food and supplies
With the thrills of love and pangs of goodbyes
Hope was her strongest weapon
To combat severe isolation and oppression.
Eternal hope kept her alive.
Courageous Anne continued to strive.
Her eyes could penetrate into the deeper meanings of life.
The pulchritude of relationships
The sublimity of nature
The plenitude of being
Life's purpose and importance
Demystified.
Alas! Betrayed by a close friend
Resulted in Anne Frank's tragic end.
The blood red hue of autumnal leaves
Stained the Earth , as the nature grieved.
- Angom Amy (15)
Categories:
sanguinary, bereavement, betrayal, death, political,
Form:
Bio
In twilight,
the noose tightens-
and shadows start walking
towards you; to reclaim
your anonymity-
and declare in deadpan manner:
the author is dead.
Your smallness goes
on sale. You are subjected
to scrutiny by the small print, but
the truth escapes from lidless eyes.
A private punishment.
There was blood on the knife.
Why did you write a
sanguinary poem for your savior today ?
Satish Verma
Categories:
sanguinary, art,
Form:
Free verse
Jeremiah Clay
1831 – 1897
To my friends in the faith:
In life, I often observed the ants.
Great profound lessons can be learned
Within the microcosm
Of their silent movements
And relentless deliberations.
I have seen the sanguinary Argentines
Invade the nests of the weaker ones
Have watched them trespass and kidnap and enslave
The lowly ones,
The vulnerable ones,
The perceived inferior ones.
I have witnessed the regal queen
Taken and murdered by her captors.
I have been appalled and dumbfounded
By their muted acts of savagery and cruelty.
And I have been utterly devastated
By the enforced bondage of the black ones,
The nether ones,
The rejected ones.
Great God in heaven!
Where be thy justice?
Great Jehovah, my Lord!
Let the last now,
Be the first!
Categories:
sanguinary, slavery,
Form:
Epitaph
Ability to face his fears, gone!
Bewitched by a demon for so long.
Could not conceive a positive thought.
Doom and dread was all he sought.
Echoing hallucinating voices in his mind.
Friendships meaningful, he could not find.
‘Go ahead, end it now!’….
He’d hear them say.
Interdict he should live to see another day.
Just then, he concluded what to do.
‘Kill myself undoubtedly, then I’ll stop feeling blue’.
Longing though to change his mind.
Moods flared up, of every kind.
Never had he felt this low.
Only solution is to merely let it go.
Pick a course; blade, gun or poison?
Quickest approach, without a reason!
Reflecting nothing, he simply acted.
Sanguinary wound, self-inflicted!
Thoughts of despair as he laid there bleeding.
Utter commotion, so very misleading.
Veils of black line the chapel floor.
Weeping eyes, dry no more.
Xylophonic gizmos the performers played.
Yawning a soft sweet serenade.
Zany acts could not be predicted, resulting in death, ‘self-inflicted!’
Categories:
sanguinary, confusion, death, sad, suicide,
Form:
Abecedarian
Anubis waits before the gates of hell,
To mummify your morbid love entombed…
With sustenance a sanguinary smell,
Despondent demonic desires consumed…
An enslaved eternal epitaph lies,
Love captured in a pernicious prison…
A cancerous confined in its chastise,
Within a duality sanctioned schism…
A passage in gold as now Osiris waits,
To search for your love in the hells below…
And thus they slowly glide the gilded gates,
Piously proclaiming my lover's woe…
For only love shall conquer great and small,
Even if you dine in hell's banquet hall.
In Ancient Egypt is the Greek name of the god of death...
Anubis is the protector of the gates to the Underworld,
Osiris replaced him as the god of the dead.
Only the SONNET form is acceptable...
14 lines x 10 syllables, 140 words
Sept.18.2019
Because It's A Tuesday 140
Sponsored by: William Kekaula
N/A for contest
Categories:
sanguinary, devotion, lost love, true
Form:
Sonnet
War
atrocious, sanguinary
destructing ,frightening , excruciating
battlefield , troupers ,rosary~beads ,mediator
forgiving , loving ,uniting
harmonic,pristine
Peace
Charmaine Chircop
For Dr. Ram Mehta's contest (Diamante)
Categories:
sanguinary, analogy,
Form:
Diamante
Paradoxes perceived....
Alas, afore perditions peremptory paroxysms passing
Recompense, aneath this incantations au revoirs pier?!
Intensity wrought forth amid the speculums mist
Surging slicing waves rolling in; brevitations acme ~
This cresendos apsis, imploding both place and time; time
Sending forth a zephyrs horizontal vortex greeting unto, these assimilations....
Subsistences sumbliminal portals now weighing forlorns images; moribunds
Sanguinary lineage, ill-poised at the gates of reapings; centuries they have sown!?
Turpitudes brazen vizard standing tall and holding fast unto these
Still, sacrilegious hexagons misconceiving beliefs; charmless fruits upon their vines
Kwashiorkors bitter continuums in this state of morass', mummering morbid ways....
Alas, afore perditions peremptory paroxsyms passing
Recompense, aneath this incantations au revoirs pier?!
Cresendos apsis horizontal zephyrs vortex; assimilations twilight
Greeting, augars ziggurat surging slicing waves, now rolling in ~
Brevitations ominous acme soon to forever pass this; Zodiacs....
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....Day of The Dead!?
Categories:
sanguinary, faith, love, sympathy, time
Form:
Titbit scars to feed emotions crimson;
In Her gloomy heart by her wet season.
As Her solstice endorses a greasing red,
She revels off a goad instead...
To each bliss cusp she gladly deflowers,
I cavort rue to each rose's hour;
As fingertips writhe in snow-white flesh
the sate of Love's cappella caress...
My emotions ascend to a God with black wings,
And soon this soul taken from pentacle rings.
But first I am descending before Her throne,
Her chest still racks that abyssal stone!
Prurient crucifixion of an annulled witch hunt.
Nascent Shangri to Her mire c*nt.
Her emotions strong enough to splendour fires,
This libertine forges Her foreplay desires.
Taken of the pulpit by a tyrant crevasse,
Splay out on an Oratory's cerise glass.
As she leers like the silver Moon...
I sprawl to Her with greatest tempt,
Only for me to feel contempt!
I scream ''You are my salvator'' as,
Blood pours where my sanguinary blade caress...
Categories:
sanguinary, death, depression, emo, how
Form:
Personification
by Michaelw1two
inspired by word works of Void Opus
all for you, superannuated, desiccated erudition,
this propagation scribed, this apotheosis odium;
under eructate flames, under the epitome of,
euphonious, promulgated magniloquent inception;
of the Maker’s exuberant false belief, in each of you,
this written punctilious event, come full circle;
rising to the very cusp, from titubate cathedra,
wherein the last of pure worshipers, in chants;
celebrate the edification cleared, to your last days,
by those, with their own amphigouris conjunct;
this of your quintessence, to show tutelar beings,
nothing, but exemplification of pride and dominance;
arise, you opprobrious center jestee, then look up,
to the center of infinite, lonesome screams;
this day’s iniquity is all you will fight for;
these last importunes, are all for you, one last time,
histrionically, making way, to move forward;
to the vertiginousness, of sand, sweat and ground,
denunciatory yells and screams, are all for you;
bow your head lower and cross this palisade,
to the center, until you hear a rise of yells;
the pitch perfect roar, cannot stop the gods,
until you are circled, in yourself, by all of us;
this last chance, for you to soutenu forward,
until you ululate for the dust from the dead;
this all for you, your torrid tomentum, this tined fork,
made to transfix all that has become perpetually you;
accompanied incessantly by these sanguinary tridents,
all for you, aimed at you, the fountainhead raising;
these enduring entry points, standing at your fundament,
in themselves, distinct in that you be one all for you;
one more is all, one more to extirpate, for this is all,
this wright’s sword your will needs, even if this ends;
all from you, the all for you, is all you will ever need,
are you ready for the all of these acuminate moira?
May 2013
Categories:
sanguinary, words,
Form:
Free verse
the good
The doors to my mind and heart
circle as revolving doors.
A peek inside and you see
happy memories and joyous events,
the loves, and lifelong friendships
A cul-de-sac, though a dead end,
has a circular finish, a merry-go-round
that accumulates happiness as it spins
into a cloud of beauty and nature,
compassion, gods, and faith.
The breathless moments in life,
birth, newness, novelty, exuberance
in being, living, experiencing
laughter, butterflies, and springtime
within my soul, my gratitude.
the bad
The doors to my mind and heart
circle as revolving doors.
A peek inside and you see
the pocks of the years that came
to leave their soured, sadistic truths.
So, like a cul-de-sac you may enter
but the exit is the same as you came.
A Ferris wheel, past the highs and lows
of lost hopes, of murky dreams that end
with more questions than I will answer…
A dead end with death as the prize
for endless dreary days and noxious nights
of sorrow, sadness, misery, and grief
with no hope, no desire, no ambition
faith gone and forgone, abortive.
the ugly
The doors to my mind and heart
circle as revolving doors.
A peek inside and you see
the sear of anger and revenge
spiraling apocalyptically.
The cul-de-sac where giant wind turbines
turn and churn and gnaw at my insides
generating incompressible turbulence
that amasses until it ruptures, spewing
rage and outrage that I will honor…
In and out, inescapable, dead
like my heart, my soul black as coal,
seeking retribution for perceived
wrongs against me, ill-timed and
sanguinary persecution.
Categories:
sanguinary, anger, dark, hate, life,
Form:
Free verse
Cash! Boom!
planes maneuver'd
by cruel terrorists
dove-crash'd into the twin towers,
and made them crumble with people inside--
thus thousands of gallons of blood
was pour'd upon all those
sanguinary
Vampires!
Categories:
sanguinary, death, history, loss, people
Form:
Rictameter
A severe façade of loving tolerance
Dipped in an argentine semblance
The Consuls of The Cross
Weaving a sweven of Welkin
Where the checkered ones
Are never allowed
Their souls cast into the flames
Of a greater decay
The never ending pit
Of eternal torment
You turn the other cheek
The one that wields the clandestine dagger
The dreams of being free grow lighter and light
The truth is shrouded by sister-Night
Clinging onto existence
Never eluding the resistance
I will never adhere
To your Sanguinary Lord
Bestowing The Crusader’s reign
Against the sand and the desert’s wane
Barraging him over the frame
In desperation to appease
Screaming and shouting
I will wash away your sins
Decadence of the ones to throw the stones
The ones to enforce the book
Has left your lies dry and ready to die
No more tears are left to cry
No more screams are left to scream
No More blood to be split
No more graves to be dug
Categories:
sanguinary, allegory, angst, death, devotion,
Form:
Free verse
hail Andramelech
ominous overseer ~
hefty cover charge
seductive sinning
alluring Asmodeus ~
raunchy romantic
black Beelzebub
infamous instigator ~
a fly incarnate
unholy Vetis
devious rhymer of speech ~
master manipulator
treacherous tempter
seditious sadist Satan ~
seducer of souls
wicked Abbadon
the angel of the abyss ~
annihilator
malevolent motives
sanguinary sacrifice ~
Moloch demands youth
vile vitriolic
conglomerate essences ~
demonic Legion
mythic Cerberus
guardian of the River ~
no soul survivor
demagoguery
tiptoeing on burnt brimstone ~
pandemonium
Categories:
sanguinary, bible, corruption, dark, death,
Form:
Haiku
With their Talons they Rip
And from your Blood they sip
With their poison Lip
In Pain you must Dip
They already know your Life's length Rate
invoking every Hate
This is what lies beyond the Glimmering Gate
This is your Sanguinary Fate
Categories:
sanguinary, allegory, angst, animals, confusion,
Form:
Rhyme
Duplicity seems
the eagles's keenness,
to impend and kill
the marabous that rest,
too insecure, into
the dusky and calm sunset...
Without vigilance
no prey is seized by claws,
the warm flesh must bleed
to make it painfully croak;
crudities aren't fit
for a bloody, raw palate...
Duplicity shapes
the hawks' narcissism by greed,
to fret the geese that
plan no imminent escape;
they may seem robust,
but they lack all required strength...
Sanguinary hawks,
which frail fowl can satiate
your brute appetite?
Hunters seek your hidden broods,
as you seek your preys
for a delicious buffet...
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Categories:
sanguinary, animals, food, nature
Form:
Haiku