Best Slay Poems
Rise Up Warrior And Slay The Savage Beasts
Rise thyself up and fight the angry storm
Tomorrow will certainly be far too late
Stirring winds are flashing their usual norm
In conjunction with busy hands of Fate
Trees swaying, limbs breaking, man what a roar
The angry gods are gifting out their wrath
Dancing up the valley, vengeful they tore
Leaving an unholy ripped up path.
Rise as a young man full of piss and gin
Know how world hits hard as it operates
Kick the new dawn and race onward to win
Swing thy hammer to ruin and decimate
For the crowd rejoices in a winner
Hercules a hero, killed the beast
Have a feast, roast pig for your fine dinner
The slayers are vacationing back east.
Rise up a warrior, with heart and brass shield
Let thy sword arm cut and see running red
Refuse to beg and thee must never yield
Never give up unless you are stone-dead.
Robert J. Lindley, Dec 7th 1979
Rhyme
Note-
Last night we had a party.
The bar was full and truly a'hopping.
Wrote this poem when I got home, then went to sleep.
Written By: D. Collins 1/4/19
We are here for a reason. To shoot for the gold.
Showing Katrina survivors still have a soul.
They have to play us or slay us in our backyard.
Or, gain firsthand knowledge of “Goin’ Hard”.
We host this party with one intention in mind.
To be the last man standing at the finish line.
What ever team comes here, is rolling the dice.
“I guarantee you, yeah”. Our fans “ain’t nuthin nice”.
Backing our Saints, we are coming in force.
And, we “Refugees” ain’t taking no shorts.
With Tupac conviction, the hunger is there.
Bring the Lombardi Trophy into the lion’s lair.
Our only mission is to bring respect to the “Boot”.
And, that’s exactly what a Lombardi would do.
So, play us or slay us under the Superdome.
There’s nothing we’d like better carrying home.
Chinese whispers and the rumours,
do some brains have blisters and tumours,
spreading gossip forever continues,
slaying all logic to rest in tombs.
These lips leak lies like lethal fumes,
wear thick lipstick and bad perfumes,
they want a war of words I presume,
but wars with me will ensure their doom.
Be certain, that's a certainty,
for now you're no concern to me,
no urgent need for surgency,
your simple minds aren't hurting me.
I could strike or just leave you be,
as you create your own reality,
but I don't care 'cus in time they'll see
your bonkers mental insanity.
In Defeating You, I Slay The World You Live In
Stoning you, I slay you , cut into you
with hatred in my rapid surging heart
Such is very deserved and more is due
I try to break your body all apart
As you cry for sweet mercy try to think
you that lived and wallowed in darkest sin
Gleefully you drove me into the brink
as you grew the hate that I once lived in
Beg, graven coward for any relief
as I break another bone for sweet joy
Deriding my every moral belief
claimed power over me as a mere boy
You shame me so, my dark and evil twin
I defeat you, sink the world you live in
R. J. Lindley, 1973
Poetry Form: Sonnet
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Hungry minds grow
This is something we need to know
Everybody wants to be
Yet many don’t want to grow
The darkness paves a way
Believing in yourself is something you need to say
Life paints an adventure with different shades
The blade of truth
Should teach you that you must not forget to pray
So find a giant and slay it
Let the blazing sun of hope
Illuminate your mind because
Hungry minds grow
This is something we need to know
Mark Frank
Copyright 2023
Physical glow of a queen with the account of a peasant
maintaining the countenance that will make men arise
against a few disapprovals, she manages the crack
a self acclaimed socialite with an office built with nothing
smart phone, the converter of her fantasy to reality
with contracts making way through a chat or a dial
electrical and anatomical devices, her means of survival
a constant traveler in need of her own private boeing
events are graced, lashing out “let them say”
all the blessings of life are peaked when fake
then the few tasty meals must be exaggerated
snapshots top her chart of precious stones
God, sometimes dragged into the show to be a partner
an empire so large to the mind, but very small to the eyes
she manages for the interest of her curious fans.
I love the way I slay
every thing I encounter ..from this sexy outfit ,to my French tip manicure.I slay this green hair and this sexy makeup on my face.yes that's the way I slay
I slay this and I slay that but as a matter of fact I 'll slay this relationship too so I don't think I'll ever need you ..
That's how I slay ..
Pixie poet
Man down ,slay on.....
Is the anthem, as she churn louder
Fix, paint, tight and briefs...
So she presumed the loudest
Culture inborn but she doesn't Observe precepts
On some Instagram cos that's what's on
Flow so flowing when the followers turned on
But before on onset ,
Thoughts of these filled her mind
Now she's less upset
Cos she dwelleth
More on the facet
Rather than the content
Of humanity ......
She feels less concerned
Cos Her life is a major advert
Bringing more of perverts
Cos she would rather stay controversial
Than mind what ya say..
Now, Its a pity cos I'm 'pointing fingers
I first came unto earth, backed up by the universe
Adam my first name..
Mind grew and still growing
Inventions stay the meter
So everyone applauding
Smile so Real
But most for the gram
Say cheese !
Now brothers staying cheesed up
Some on the facet
Cos most on the gram.
Forth a friction, igniting
What our taken ribs do...
Culture and morals should re inculcate
The Old-folks pray on....
Yonder is how the world shifts though.
Status quo ....
Man’s intrinsic apathy's negligence-justified frown
Is the actual defining substance of a mortal clown;
Who with hollowed prejudgments fellow men slays,
And likens to hallowed duty his thoughtless decays.
He is evil's meekest martyr by doom's onus bound,
The cold-blooded outlaw donning dark's lucid veils;
His the bounden call to trim unwary lives that thrive,
His a sworn charge to hit to halt sea's merriest sails.
They're hell's happiest saints of true devoted cadre,
Obstinate desperados who without real reason hate;
Theirs rare glories for wanton vitriol by meanest fate
Met on innocent casualties of villainy's vicious adder.
What grand gratification fills world's cruelest hearts
That sting undeserving souls in most delicate parts?
Why do allegedly feeling minds grow numbest to cry,
Whilst their pleading victims in iron malevolence die?
How can life’s most cognitive kind find sweet preys,
In other creatures alike in mien and all visible ways?
Hungry minds grow
This is something we need to know
Everybody wants to be at the top
Yet many don’t want to grow while
On their way to the top
The darkness paves the way
Believing in yourself is something you need to say
Life paints an adventure with different shades
The blade of truth
Should remind you that you must not forget to pray
Find a giant and slay it
Let the blazing sun of hope
Illuminate your mind because
Hungry minds grow
This is something we need to know
Mark Frank
Copyright 2025
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"Every struggle in my life has been a lesson and made me stronger" - Constance La France
Sometimes I find myself at war
With obstacles that life unleash
And I enter the battlefield
To defeat them, or die trying.
I go deep into the trenches
To fight all of mine.
I meet the obstacles head-on...
I fight my way in
And out of them with faith and grit.
When life's dragons come
Breathing fire and baring their fangs
I unsheathe my sword
And face them.
I've stared down many mountains...
Imposing and towering some may be,
Yet I claw my way to the summit.
I refuse to let any obstacle
Standing in my way, giant
Or infinitesimally small,
Get an upper hand.
I've felt life's vicious hook on my chin...
Though knocked flat on the ground,
I did rise, and I'm still here
I don't retreat from the hardships
Nor surrender to them, neither should you.
Slay all of life's dragons
Standing tall.
Writing Challenge - "V" Forms Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Inspiration with a theme of - Introspection
Date written: 11/22/2022
Akuchi is a teacher,
She's a slay mama.
Bintu is a banker,
She's a slay mama.
Tolani is a trader,
She's a slay mama.
So is Preye,the young woman
who lives by the waterside.
She's a college student.
These mamas share similiar routines;
Inner linings,check.....
Hair,check....
Nails,check....
Clothes, check....
Shoes,check......
Reasoning,attitude, hard work,
Check,check,check.....
These are women ever on fleek.
Instagram knows them,no doubt.
They make the clock of twitter click.
In the society,
they are forces to be reckoned with.
Of a truth,the true slay mamas.
I confess through this hole in my chest
that I am less than I wish to be
bullet riddled with this insanity I so am suffering on this long dark path to
nowhere.
Had it all but lost it all
my pride that came before the fall
cant dig to get out of this hole
in which I'm drowning
I drink alone but I don't care
I know I'm in the dragon's lair
but I'm here to kill it.
When at night so late
I put up courage to say hello
And got stocked up waiting
Hoping you will pick up
But all ended in mistrials
When at night your shyness dictates
You think walls have ears without hole
Think of online chatting
A place our distance-difference perfectly hookup
Or you try out redials
When alone with my thought
All I think of is your how far
That do sound caring and true
For the share of light in heart
Travels at reach for its spark
When alone with your lot
The blind crush on your superstar
Which gets you detained in blue
Through lust by thrusting smart
In dark soul reigniting a mark
On you to slay for play
With love in laughter to live
For a course you won't curse
And steal the gold you hold
To run your own race of fate
Beware of your awareness
In check for possibLe wreck
Which gives freedom that blossom
To swallow your grace in shallow
And bless your beast with a dream feast
Be sick and do not say
Had I know, I wouldn't have contrived
The idea I duly stand to reinforce
With all strategies cajoled to unfold
For gain and pleasure skillfully collate
But in the end, you've learned how men display
And how to let better one survived
As the master of your mind; the one you endorse
That no other pranks get to remold
The s you've long gone castrated
WHOOF!
We are not all chasing our tails in the very same way
We are not all praying for the same thing every day
We are all just hopeful that he or she will come along
And we will find the embrace in which we belong
She’s chasing her tail with cockiness and guile
He’s using his witticisms and cogent smile
Other people use some subliminal style
While that one over there uses her tail to defile
There are people chasing their tails all around
And it’s discouraging not being aware to where you are bound
So we spin in circles getting to a place called “nowhere” with speed
All trying to get the satisfaction from someone else to fill our need
Our needs are invisible inside us but you can still see our tails
And some even resort to lies and deception when all else fails
As for me I’ve stopped chasing my tail and now simply chase peace
and if you ask me the cyber-deception should be sequestered and cease
(c) 2011....~free cee!~ Phrepoetree