Best Slandering Poems
You Are Not Invited
--Latching onto my soul without an invitation--
Elements around my shore expose more than air
--Playing with fire is not a game you will win--
----
Silently she swarms in like a leech,
Feeding and sucking from the wounds my pain left behind.
She came inside: "Uninvited!"
Here have a drink, and die!
Taste the water drips that sail across my lips
Plodding vigorously in the open air of her unwanted hostility
Forbidden as one, I noticed her aura a sickening light
Imprisonment that haunted smoke around her own imperfections
The hate and envy, she lives in resides airborne
The sound that she have summoned up hunger
Brought me near the edge of everything
Feel my pain, a touch of impurities
Tainted, infected, poisoned passion, her face disguised
Surrender toward serenity, the lighthearted woman I am inside
She will never take, my full eternal grace
It’s time to reveal that blazing fire I hide
Drown her from the false flown sorrows of gust
Hold her hideous head under water--- burn her false fire out
Never will I turn my back and watch her muster them broken lids
Lungful of lies poisons the wind that flows from her snake like voice
Maneuvering the skies, scheming that snatch in
Like a viper twisting its unmatched curves,
I strike, like a pyromaniac --A burning match
Allowing her to taste a part of the air I breathe
A waste in the breeze her insecurities
Trying to destroy what she can't be, what she can't see
At the end, blustery weather will remind her of the sea inside me,
YOU! The Angel, who crawls around like a shadow
Gorging its way into the heart with a charm of greed
Twisting reality hoping nobody sees its true sick identity
Slandering my name as the master of evil and manipulative
Marking my territory, warning others of a cold draft
Grasping the beauty that glows from my soul
There it stood on the ledge UNINVITED
The devil walked and took my shoes
:)
Categories:
slandering, abuse, bullying, deep, evil,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
There’s nothing like a sat’dy when the dews still on the ground,
and I can take me young bloke where they kick a ball around.
To see the highs and lows of me kid who does his best,
and barrack till I’m hoarse by encouraging the rest.
When we’re winning I’m a grinner and a happy chap at least,
but when fortune doesn't smile there’s the hinting of a beast,
and on this day we’re losing but me young bloke’s playing well,
so I made a move to tell him when they rang the half time bell.
I wondered why the coach had beckoned him, over to his side,
where he’s giving him a lecture and me young bloke nearly cried.
He’s played a ripper game, considering the situation.
I stood behind the coach and heard the tail end of his conversation.
He mentioned that with footy it’s the spirit of the contest.
It’s important not to swear at others when they do their best.
When an umpire makes decisions that you might see as wrong
you must not throw a tantrum or keep slandering on and on.
“Do you understand what I’ve just said”, the coach said to me son.
“This club has got a reputation and this is not the way it’s done”.
I was just about to step in when the coach said “Now me lad,
I want you to take what I just said and explain it to your dad”.
Categories:
slandering, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
(A Co-worker)
Stop hatin' on me you ole crow,
Why don't you give me what you owe-
Me and that is respect you old coot,
Don't you know that I know that crows
Only pick at the best fruit,
It's as if you can see my future better than I can,
That is why you are acting like a twisted fan,
All out of control and down right vindictive,
Usually that kind of behavior is indicative,
Of someone who is jealous hearted and bitter,
Misery loves company and baby sitters,
I wish you would quit slandering my name,
You have had your fifteen minutes of fame,
Stop hatin' on me you ole coot,
Don't you know that I know that crows
Only pick at the best fruit.
Categories:
slandering, funny, me, me,
Form:
As dawn softly stirs, wistful musings touch my mind.
A balmy morning mist is silently drifting on the air.
It's as though I've left the wretched world behind.
All I'm able to hear are songbirds singing with flair.
Gratefully, I offer thanks in an early morning prayer.
At the cusp of daylight, when my world is aligned,
there's an aura of peace of which I become aware,
as dawn softly stirs, wistful musings touch my mind.
In these meditative moments I am never inclined
to dwell upon anxieties and burdens that I bear.
No threat of harm bothers me, even when I find
a balmy morning mist is silently drifting on the air.
In these tranquil interludes, I perceive no despair.
I'm free from life's fetters without feeling confined.
I don't dwell on traps or those who set the snare.
It's as though I've left the wretched world behind.
I'm cognizant of the dilemmas that thwart mankind,
hardships and wars. From the fate of these, beware.
There's slandering of innocent ones, those maligned.
All I'm able to hear are songbirds singing with flair.
We must not allow ourselves to be labeled or defined
as a conflicted society when we should show we care.
To living with anarchy, we must not become resigned.
Let's reflect on a better way of life that we can share,
as dawn softly stirs.
June 7, 2022
A Rondeau Redouble Contest
Sponsor: Milt Hankins
Categories:
slandering, humanity, morning,
Form:
Rondeau Redouble
Cling to the last fragments of your credence
Forgetting all mistakes and faults
Forgiving the critics of their impotence
and slandering those the world exalts
They can lock an animal in a cage
Depriving it of its God-given right
However can never take away its rage
So they instead put it in a vexatious plight
Despite this all and control of a tyrant
Driven by a claim of purity
A claim of which he needs to recant
I would have pity for one with such calamity
But for those who hope wrongdoing on another
And receive from it some sick sense of pleasure
I wish for you a long life and pain in which you smother
For they are great and to them you are of no measure
As comforting the song of an angel calming the rage of the caged animal and setting it free
That same angel's song heals the enraged caged animal's wounds inside of me.
Categories:
slandering, hope, sad,
Form:
Sonnet
'TIS POWER, TO THE PEN OF THOUGHTS TO WRITE
FOR WORDS OFT' TIME SPOKEN ARE ON A FLIGHT
TO A NOWHERE LAND AND THEN LOST IN THE MISTS OF TIME
BUT PENNED, NOW THOSE WORDS ARE IMMORTALIZED
IN THE MINDS OF THE PERUSERS TO BE SCRUTINIZED
COMMENCE THE WRITING THOUGHTLESS IN MIND TO FREE THE PAIN
TO CLEAN THE AIR TO RID THE GUILT
AND HIDE THE SHAME OF IGNORANCE NAME
AND MISUNDERSTANDING STACKED UP TO THE HILT
'TIS HUMAN BUT TO ERR AS BEFORE SO OFT' DECRIED IN SHAME
THIS FEAR AND FEAR ALONE THAT SETS THE DOUBT
FOR FEAR IS LACK OF FAITH AND HARD THE PATH TO MAKE
'TIS LIES AND DECEIT THAT ULTIMATELY MAIMS THE PATH
AND RUINS THE LIVES OF PEOPLES DEVOUT
IT'S PEOPLE WHO PEOPLE SICK AND IN DOUBT MAKE
WHETHER ONE WOULD CREDIT THE FACT OR NOT
TAKE FOR INSTANCE AND FOR ARGUEMENT'S SAKE
THE THREE THINGS THAT CAUSES AFFINITIE'S ROT
YOU, THEM AND THE OFFENDING SUBJECT
THEN ASPERSIONS CAST AND SLANDERING BEGIN TO MAKE
THE SUBJECT OF THE DEBATE LONG LOST IN REGRET
FOR RIGHT MUST BE THE PATH TO TAKE
'TIS BUT HUMILITY HEIGHTENED TO APOLOGISE
'TIS ONLY BUT HUMAN TO ERR, AND THAT FACT, TO RECOGNISE.
Categories:
slandering, inspirational, words, lost, people,
Form:
Pastoral
She went from hating me
to up for dating me
I led her on most gratefully
and left her there to wait for me
but I did not return
for she's not my concern
so she went back to slandering
as I laughed at the burn
Categories:
slandering, funny, humorous, slam, truth,
Form:
Rhyme
When war is all there is,
peace doesn't have a chance.
When soldiers are just pawns,
in his diabolical plan.
Who laughs at their suffering,
rejoicing in the game?
He's the tycoon of torment,
the king of pain.
When humans are inhumane,
inflicting torture and shame,
being pleasured by the insane.
Who is happy wounding souls,
who feels their loss is his gain?
He's the magnate of misery,
the king of pain.
When disaster strikes the innocent,
lives go down in flames.
Who hides behind God throwing stones,
slandering his holy Name?
Revelling in the game.
He's the baron of broken hearts,
the king of pain.
Know his name?
S ultan of suffering
A ffliction Emperor
T ycoon of Torment
A che King
N oxious substance
Now you know who is behind all the suffering in the world, the King of Pain!
John Derek Hamilton November 18, 2015
Categories:
slandering, dark, evil, games, humanity,
Form:
Lyric
Thu, Feb 11, 2016 08:05 AM
Subject: Poetry by Shaniki Smith 2-11-2016
Bubble Gum
Leave that 25 cent
cheap bubble gum in the
toy candy machine
I had to pass you the bubblicious
and juicy fruit because
by the end of the day you will need a wrigley's
spearmint for that bad breath
I had to put that under control
here is some freedent gum also
to put that dragon breath in captivity
no sense of you sentence
innocent people deaf
That is some foul mess
Your breath smell so bad
I thought I heard my own shadow
slandering my name behind my back
put that halitosis under control
mouth wash
drinking water
soda
juice
will not mass that odor away
keep that bad breath away that some stinky stinky mess
here is some advice
make a dentist appointment
Categories:
slandering, food, humorous,
Form:
Verse
Darn those sweet little lies
Deceiving duplicitous disguises
Tainting and twisting the truth
Loathsome lessons learned at youth
Casually coloring confessions
Secretly shrouding indiscretions
Desperately dodging discovery
Sometimes slandering skulduggery
Distorting details is dishonest
And should always be admonished
an original poem by Daniel Turner
Categories:
slandering, character,
Form:
Alliteration
Having said that
for all of us, dear friends,
not left any other way at all
going to the worth life and prosperity
except turn to Crist
who just partly known for some of us as a prophet Isa
completely shadowed by Lenin, Marks and Muhammad.
All other way
as you clearly see
degraded, downgraded,
run out, vanishing
or dying in empty air,
dear brethren, close one and relates.
Believe me, please,
albeit I am not prophet and strong lieder,
I just tell you as honest man
who lived with you in country and region
that survived in short time several revolutions
and innumerous plots, famines, calamities, civil wars
and others fatal experiments
under the ruling of our brainless governors and corruptive, cursed advisers.
I am just not want left you
you children and grandchildren
for another decades and tragic long circle
of multiplying and growing
disasters, slandering and gloomy perspectives
with Ortodocs Russian churches
and Russian neoimperializm
or with Islamic fanatics
or Chinese market communism,
flourishing and looks promising now,
even the West Catholicism and Protestantism
and Anglican church
do not preferable and helpfull now,
the same a free market economy and ideology
on the base of US modern democracy
with giant corporations of greedy richest person
leading world from one crisis to another
cannot been worshiped by us,
even the best example of Swiss, Denmark, Singapore
and other small prosperity countries
could not inspire and attract us anymore.
Only turning to eternal Truth and values
and keeping the highest moral Code,
precepts and commandments
prescribed for us and every one
by the holy olders from Bible -
love to neighbor and love to God
and Crist,s readiness for sacrifice our private life
for others benefits
would help us find out and see
the far light in the channel of darkness -
only way going our nation and country
toward save and prosperity
and God’s blessing status and standarts.
Categories:
slandering, teacher, perspective,
Form:
Verse
Small Beginnings
To record the simple things in life is important because they are a mirror
of everyday folks life. “A Person collided with a hand cart a suitcase fell
off and was damaged,” this news, from the local paper.
What do we know? The owner of the damaged suitcase could develop
a hatred against handcart handlers and set out to eliminate them.
Another handcart driver found murdered, the police are baffled, the only
The clue is a broken empty hand luggage it had been purchased in a Chinese
shop and had many finger smudges on.
At the beginning of this murder spree few took an interest but when 25
Handcart handlers had been murdered; it was time to avert the sight stop
slandering Putin and useless civil wars in the Middle East, take a vigorous look
the social system. A young reporter, now a respected political journalist
was able to solve the case, because he was the one as a cub reporter wrote
about the accident, remembered it only because the hurt in the eyes of
the suitcase owner’s eyes, the beginning of an unforgiving hatred
Categories:
slandering, birth, blessing, blue, boat,
Form:
Sonnet
Green mist
passes before my eyes
tinting everything
an emerald hue,
clinging to
the ends of my fur
as I run through
this gauntlet of streets.
Blades of conformity
lash at me
trying to cut away
my individuality,
and weighted balls of suppression
try to knock me in line.
Deftly I dodge
each thrust and blow
heading
forward
without a destination,
just trying to survive.
Walls drop in
changing my path,
slowing my progress
but not stalling it.
A hunger starts to eat at me
and I chew on my arm
to quell it.
I crawl through
the mire of depression
and time becomes nonexistent
as I struggle to be free.
Once I’m out
I shake off my coat
and start my trek anew.
(When the physical doesn’t work)
the ghosts of my past
are released,
they float towards me
with severed limbs,
severed hearts,
and severed souls
all trying to touch me,
make me relive
their pains
that I created.
Twisting and turning
Matrix style
I evade their
seditious advances,
spinning and contorting
to fit through
the narrowing chambers.
On all fours I continue
picking up speed
as the slandering alley
cuts off the wind,
gaining just enough
to spring over
the spiked pit
threatening to impale me.
I hit the ground in a roll
and slide to the wall
breathing heavily,
looking toward my future path.
I see it doesn’t end,
so this is how it’s to be,
continuous traps and pitfalls.
The trick
is to enjoy surpassing them,
take time to reflect,
that’s the secret
the world hides.
Categories:
slandering, adventure, introspection, lifeme, time,
Form:
Free verse
DESCENT INTO MADNESS
(Schizophrenia)
By Roy Merritt
People are talking about me
I can hear them from afar
I can hear them beyond the walls
I can hear them in their cars
And sometimes too
I can even hear their thoughts
Slandering me to others
Recounting all my faults
And I have to stay alert
Some even mean me harm
And falsely try to deceive me
With contrived and phony charm
They think I'm but a fool,
But greatly are they mistaken
They would certainly be surprised
At the precautions I have taken
They would be surprised to know
That I've planned way ahead
That before they get to me
I mean to see them dead
I mean to see them dead
Heads will surely roll
And the haunting voices I hear
that penetrate my soul
“Go ahead and do it
You have to don't you see
If you don't do it
They'll never leave you be
If you don't do it
You'll suffer for it for sure
The pain that sears your head
You won't long endure
If you don't do it
They're going to send you away
To some institution
And forever there you'll stay!”
Is this truly madness
Or is it the voice of God I hear
That whispers this dreadful precaution
That whispers in my ear
That whispers this dreadful precaution
Filling me with fear
And now I search about
And at last I find my gun
AND I'LL SWEEP AWAY MY ENEMIES
THIS DAY BEFORE IT'S DONE!
Categories:
slandering, anger, confusion, emotions, identity,
Form:
Rhyme
Like a gorilla to his chest you reign down on me
Releasing your pain down on me.
The days of the slave are not of past
Because I feel the whip in every punch you cast.
I do not leave for I fear
You have made your threat very clear.
I must obey, I must not defy
simply, I must not speak my mind.
For if I think you will surely see,
The hatred you hold is not for me.
You can pretend I have no clue
Of the darkness that lurks inside of you.
Deep within a stunted seed,
So malnourished it seeks to feed
Upon me you prey, not for I am weak
But because an honest word is all I speak.
You find me a opponent to be taught
So you spin a web of lies in which I will be caught.
You unleash your demon who awaits his favorite game
Of violently ravishing my body and slandering my name.
A sad reality that I often face,
You see, you are the type to try to bend that which cannot break.
Deep in heart, I pity your boyish ways.
I pray for the day into a man you will change.
Until then you use me bare
and will move on to find another as if I was never there.
You do not feel guilt nor shame,
The master of his favorite game.
Except, you lose each time I heal
Because foolish boy, that is the difference between
fake and real.
Categories:
slandering, confusion, depression, truth,
Form:
Rhyme