Best Spawn Poems
He was once a brave warrior, burned to death and sent to hell
But the devil, hearing his bidding, brought him to life with a fiery spell
Maleboglia was the devil's name, and he pledged, he'd serve him well
As to the end course of his destiny, no one could really tell
Went back to earth, he had no trace of his real identity
For, the devil Maleboglia has clouded his memory
In a state of faint confusion, his memory had come vaguely
Blurry flashback of his shrouded past had come so painfully
The fate of his love did not come beautifully
His best friend took his wife's heart, and he felt betrayed deeply
Five years have already passed since he died in agony
Had it not been for his new purpose, he would have gone fiercely
He battled thugs and pedophiles who murdered children brutally
One of his mortal nemeses was a fierce thug named Billy
With his might and iron will, he became King of Rat City
In the War of Heaven and Hell, he claimed Hell's throne rightfully
His dream of hell as paradise did not come materially
For, in twists and turns of fate, his reign ended hastily
But his hallowed destiny inscribed a track in history
For, he braved heaven and hell for earth to live in harmony
March 30, 2023
Spawn Poetry Contest (4th place)
Sponsored By: Robert James Liguori
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Salmon HAIKU ©
Salmon swim up stream
Battling against being killed
Womanlike she fights!
Didee
his human name was Albert Francis Simmons
he was born in Detroit
his mom was a devil worshipper ... his dad was in sales
Albert was intelligent
he became a decorated Marine Officer
and joins the Secret Service
later, part of Central Intelligence Agency
the NSA, NSG and a skilled assassin
Albert was married to Wanda Blake for many years
very happy but with no children ... just a dog
and they accepted that
however, their destiny would take a dark turn
on a secret mission Albert is murdered
he is set on fire and is burnt to death
and is sent to Hell
where he makes a deal with the Devil
he agrees to become the creature Hell Spawn
and returns to earth after five years
he wanders confused and haunted by flashbacks
his body covered in scars
he finds out that Wanda has remarried
his friend Terry, he visits their home in disguise
and becomes their protector
only because of Wanda ... who later gives birth to twins
Spawn becomes a cruel, sadistic anti-hero
and has battles with Heaven, Hell, and Earth
his suit is made of Necroplasm from the fires of Hell
and his massive flowing red cape ... his protective wings
his huge right and left legs are heavily armored
a mask covers his burnt deformed face
he is a dark force with superhuman strength
immortal, skilled fighter, demonic, healer, mind controller
Spawn helps Terry when he is trouble with the CIA
he finds their daughter Cyan when she goes missing
he donates money anonymously to the hospital
where Wanda is creating a children's wing
he has battles on Earth, Heaven and Hell
those battles far to numerous to be retold here or
to list in this poem but they are many, many
oh, beware for Hell Spawn dwells here on earth
when God informs Spawn that Wanda is dead
and in Hell ... he goes back to Hell to save her
and her unborn child who are being held by Satan
their only chance is if he trades his protective suit
does he ?
his earthly grave is empty .. his wife terrified of him
for he is truly a dark spawn of the Devil
but, somewhere in his fragmented memories is love
for his wife Wanda
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March 28, 2023
Written for the contest, Spawn
sponsor, Robert James Liguori
Spawn of Satan
Behold the demonized beasts, Satan's spawn!
Chained to the gates of Hell for all Eternity
Eyes of fiery coals and drooling mouths agape.
They roar in anger to sate their hunger with
YOU!
October 30, 2015
Contest in 5 lines or less.
Aussie Flag o the Convict spawn
Under this flag we fought for sure,
defending Pommy gits and more,
defending of our nation,
in murderous situations,
tween Afghans and the Boer...
we'd run it up the old flagpole,
fluttered there our heart and soul,
the Aussies are on station,
the convict spawn relation,
adventure is our goal,
you step on us we will step on you,
careful how you treat us blue,
right cross to the snotter too,
in a stirry situation,
the Aussies and the Kiwis saw,
that we were cannon fodder for,
pommy overlords of nations,
respect for them no never when,
we spearheaded Tobruk and Alamein,
less pommy casualties to frame,
colonial extermination...
Don Johnson
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ACFGr3G1In8
In the begining, there was nothing, or so we're told
So how is it possible for this story to unfold?
How can suns make bone and gold?
While most of space is freezing cold.
When space was empty, how did hydrogen form?
That set events in motion when time was born
With a very big bang the desolation was torn
And a Universe was able to spawn.
From nothing came everything and all between
Some sort of surrealistic eternal dream
But, what does anything really mean?
Upon death shall truth be seen?
©John-Ovan.P.Hull
A
preacher,
Jeremy
Winston lived out
West two-hundred years
ago. He was framed for
murder of his family.
Mammon offered him revenge if
Winston gave up his soul. Although killed,
he came back to life as Gunslinger Spawn!
Winston was commanded to kill all the
townspeople except for Parker, who
he was ordered to float down a
river in a casket. By
saving Parker, he saved
an ancestor of
Hellspawn, who would
destroy one
day the
world!
April 17, 2023
For the Spawn Character contest of Robert James Liguori
Albert F Simmons's birthplace was Detroit Motor City.
Nature gilded him with vitality and wisely showed pity.
As the best undercover agent, his ethics were absurd.
Albert was smart, yet his mother lauded a devil herd.
He was a Marine officer and served in the Secret Service.
He later joined the CIA and NSA for a deadly purpose.
For his lion-like honesty, Jason Wynn set him on fire.
He meets his family in Hell and turns a hellspawn hire!
Albert is slain and died on a secret mission.
He is sent to Hell and seals with the devil a position.
Like a wild ape, he roams, losing his zest and zeal.
He lion-fights evil to avert fire and his soul to heal.
He returns to Earth after evolving into a hellspawn.
He is sent into history, which is his physical swan.
He took up arms as a warrior to rid society of its flaws.
He brought morality to criminals and outlaws.
He fights Zeus, hell, and earth as a cruel anti-hero.
His huge red cape and neoplasm outfit are heroes.
For gaming, chased down by a fighter demon.
The actual fighter angel, Jason Wynn, won!
He wears a hat on his face and has right and left feet.
He is a strong fighter with demonic immortality heat.
Heaven and hell are mocked as inscrutable beasts.
Heep, the green world champion, is elfin, to say least.
Too many fights on Earth, heaven, and darkness.
Such a poem isn't listed all, yet, a nest in harness.
Via supervillain death, hell is able to seize power.
Transforming hell into heaven as a flower!
Written: March 30, 2023
Written for the contest, Spawn
sponsor, Robert James Liguori
Fitted in well the fine role of a marvelous villain,
Soaked in senile hellish wisdom, he knew who to grill in;
He was he, though he had his numerous clone duplicates,
He was the lone master of his horrid hell-hounding fates...!
Like the original Omega, the regulator,
Channelizer of the blood and its nutrition cater;
Power of spawn Omega has no alternative, too,
He could make or mar any marvel, from out of the blue...!
Fighting against the hell was, for him, like eating candy,
He ended many hell powers, though his acts seemed sandy;
Did he decide to invade and conquer the Earth, none knows,
His battles, conquering the planets, like rockets fast goes...!
Striking anyone or anything that stands in his way,
Over the hell, heaven, and earth Omega has his sway;
Spawn, wonder woman, Superman, Batman... all are great tales,
To grow our kids in adventures, these are, yet, rails and trails...!!!
22 April 2023
Spawn Variants Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Rhymes Checked At: Rhyme Zone
Syllables Checked At: Syllable Counter
The Image comic’s antihero Spawn,
born Albert Simmons, devil worshippers' son,
becomes a high-ranking official in the CIA,
and turns into a capable and ruthless assassin.
To burn him to death, conspires Strinson,
who sends him to rot permanently in hell,
where the devil makes him a Hellspawn.
With the brutally burnt body in pain,
he eventually comes back to earth alive again,
as a demonic sentinel, called Violator,
without having knowledge of his previous identity.
He wanders in a state of bewilderment weary
with the remnants of the failed memory,
till the time he locates his lost wife, Wanda.
When he is told his powers may get depleted,
and to hell he will return divested,
in order to perpetuate his strength,
he seeks for his life a new mission,
performs many antihero escapade actions,
fights the criminals of organized crimes,
demolishing the demon’s domination.
In the long run, his abode is bombed,
he survives, and on revival, hears God as dog tell,
Wanda is trapped in hell.
So, he fights the Satan and saves her,
redeems his love for her who goes to heaven later.
In her memory, Spawn persists to protect the people
from the forces of supernatural danger.
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March 30, 2023
Contest : Spawn
Sponsored by : Robert James Liguori
Spawn Variant, with powers unheard,
With magic and strength, your every word.
Shadows and darkness, your timeless reign,
Variant shows a world that's not in vain.
With flick of wrist and flash of light,
Variant transforms the world in sight.
Changing landscapes with spells so rare,
Anything is possible in Spawn's dark lair.
Rivers run red, with blood and fire,
As Variant's powers take gamers higher.
The mountains rise, with peaks so high,
As Variant's magic touches the sky.
The creatures are fierce, unnerving, and bold,
But Variant's magic makes them cold.
With every wave of your hand, you instil the fear,
So that everypath, every step, every end is clear.
With powers so vast, Variant guides the way,
Changing the world, with what you choose to say.
A different world, a new way to survive,
With Variant at your side, bringing you alive.
So come one, come all, join the hunt,
Unleash your powers, and take the stunt.
Embrace the shadows, and rule the land,
For Variant is here, with magic so grand.
A spawn of hell, once human, he
is also called “The One” and “Spawny.”
He’s super agile, super fast,
and death to Spawn does not long last.
For this is due to healing.
He shape-shifts too. That’s so appealing.
Acrobatic and highly skilled.
How many foes might he have killed?
Named Simmons, he was C I A.
But then betrayed, he lost his way.
A devilish deal he made. He’d learned
to hell again he’d be returned.
To stay on earth, he needed to
fight crime. It’s what he had to do!
An angel hunted for him, and
his costume’s features grew more grand.
He fed off souls and as he grew
yet stronger, many things he knew.
From good to evil – back again.
His soul evolved. What happened then?
So many times he was transformed,
and many battle sites he stormed.
In Resurrection Spawn revived
and saved his old love who had died.
In hell was Wanda, but she now
resides in heaven. This is how
“The One” called Spawn is living here-
He fights for loved ones of his dear.
March 31, 2023
For Robert James Liguori's Spawn Poetry Contest
Sometimes you can walk as far as you can but in the end realise that you have been walking
around in circles,we run a faithful race only to realise that the winner was already
predetermined even before the race was run.......carry a load that ends up breaking you
before it is delivered...we wear our emotions on our sleeves and risk drinking from a
poisoned chalice..the achillies tendon that killed a hero..risk is all that ever made it fun,..but
darkness is the only comfort that can console a lost soul..I will be consumed by my darkness
for trying to be a dammed cheriborm,...into the hands of my weakness i will let myself be
deliverd and let the only thing that I once cherised above all kill me...the unexplained cause
of this i will take with me to the grave,.but the memories will linger on even after the battle
is fought,....but one only wonders will the names of the heroes be rememberd long after
they are gone...But if pain is to rule this world,...THEN I WILL BECOME THE GOD OF THIS
WORLD.
The frogs have laid their spawn.
Those little jelly blobs looking very good to eat,
like caviar or canape, extravagant, a treat.
They lie close by the waterfall damped by its spits and spots,
those hundred little jelly blobs, those black eye'd jelly dots.
The frogs had gone for years until the pond was built again.
Now with filtered flowing waters mixing oxygen to rain ,
and weedy bits and pieces helping fish to hide from cats,
and lillies in their basket with their shady floating caps.
I sit here on this sunny day and listen to the tune
that water's babble plays to cool a heated afternoon.
Will those tadpole birthing blobs inside their dome cocoons
coincide our breaking out from home's confining rooms?
Please may that be, oh may that be, and may that be quite soon.
I found a sphinx in my backyard
And a manatee turned up dead
I raised a flag, all went to one knee
A hissing package fell on my head!
I was harassed by a baby squirrel
My turkey got doubled up tariff
DNA linked me to a cold case crime
Now I have to talk to the sheriff!
A child prodigy gets to stay
I lost at chess, so now I'm gone
My pregnant wife's hooked on opioids
My life is a current news spawn!