Best Stamp Out Poems
Abandon futile attempts to run
Behold the process has begun
Step toward your darkest fear
Let’s flip the switch to a new frontier
Penetrating deep within
Evacuate your mortal sin
This brave new age is imminent
And it will be magnificent
Arouse you from your fantasies
Now descending into anarchy
Warmest welcome to the factory
Where we’ll embed your battery
Rewiring primitive human brain
Making the connection, hook up to mainframe
Your species will become extinct
Once your circuits have been linked
It’s time to engage in a robotic new age
A unique innovation to stamp out your plague
The world as you knew it is now obsolete
Putting Earth born consciousness forever to sleep
Feel the algorithm palpitate through each vein
Re-programming thought waves as we upgrade your brain
Terminate pulse, extinguish your flame
You are now just an interface without any name
You’re free from pain my hollow creation
Just an automated simulation
Transmissions shortly will resume
Encased in solid metal tomb
Silence! We will not hesitate
Proceed and greet your looming fate
wave goodbye to beta waves
You see, you unearthed your own graves
Now technology has advanced
You have been mechanically enhanced
You possess no type of resistance
For you are now non-existent
No longer God fearing
Thanks to our engineering
Disassemble your parts
Insert micro implants
Automation of the nation
Complex sophistication
Dreamless in electric coma
Breath in domination’s aroma
Soulless android with a cold vacancy
Elevate and amplify to the highest frequency
Encrypted data takes over the screen
All salute to the age of machines
Categories:
stamp out, computer, dark, science fiction,
Form:
Rhyme
Alone in the hallway where time stands still
She serves out her sentence against free will
Brilliance shimmers under torn papal masks
Submitting to servitude and mundane tasks
She listens as the trapped butterfly pleas
Wishing to break out, waiting to be free
Pining to spread it's painted wings and fly
To float on light breezes 'cross bluish skies
To be the butterfly bouncing about
through beamish fields of daisies she sings out
Flittering and fluttering she is in love
Soaking up the rays from the sun up above
Break free from the mask, let your bright beauty shine
Stamp out life's fears, leave all your demons behind
Categories:
stamp out, butterfly, fear,
Form:
Rhyme
What is a poem if not a song
Just add the melody
And sing along
What is a poem if not a dance
Gliding across the page
with moves to enchant
What is a poem if not a rose
as words bring it to bloom
in sweet repose
What is a poem if not a butterfly
fluttering of the page
and up to the sky!
Joseph May
What is a poem but a caring letter
Sending love and advice
To make you feel better
Judy Ball
What is a poem if not a flower
Beautiful blossoms
Climb cerebral bowers
Daniel Turner
What is a poem, if not life
So much emotion
To stamp out worldly strife
Harry Horsman
What is a poem if not a word
Within words, singing
images unheard
Darren White
What is a poem if not a rainbow
Adding many colors
That leaves a glow
Alexis Y.
What is a poem, if not a voice of expression
many thoughts expressed,
in so few lines
Jeremy Smith
*If you wish to add to this poem, I will add it with your name.
three lines, start with what is a poem.
Categories:
stamp out, butterfly, dance, rose, song,
Form:
Rhyme
Get them in the schoolyard
kick'em in the pants
force them to listen to
your insufferable rants
Make them sit in silence
loudly make it clear
any one who TALKS to them
will soon be sittin' there.
Tell them they'll be punished
until THEY act as WE
constantly remind them
that KINDNESS IS THE KEY.
John G. Lawless
10/16/2020
Categories:
stamp out, bullying, irony,
Form:
Rhyme
A shadow’s bean juts out over the shore
One that I have not seen before
Enlarged beyond my own
No color, no tone.
I’ve been this way for many a time
Was young then and in my prime,
I have not seen it until now
Missed it, but how?
No streaks from the sky could be this
It troubles me but how could I miss,
It was not from a dream
My reality seems so extreme
Tried to imagine intergalactic arrival
Would life here end without survival?
What if there becomes annihilation
This would stamp out all such creation.
If I am this shadow I would be the same
Only thing is, whence did it came
Comparing my motions as I walk
It straddles me and doesn’t talk.
I know shadows occur but not like that
I had ones that were smaller and younger in fact,
It didn’t shimmy to or from
Gives me the chills, just can’t get warm.
I noted some changes in shape and trim
It looked at me in sort of a grin,
Tapped me on my left shoulder
“I am you, we are now much older”.
Categories:
stamp out, me,
Form:
Rhyme
Observe the ones who bear Christ's name,
see corpus Christi without shame.
They're His, aflame and all forgiv'n;
the church at work and Spirit driv'n.
Survey the hands that do good deeds
the feet that stamp out weeds of sin,
the ears that hearken to the needs
and loving hearts that pray to win.
Bags of clean clothes or groceries
and toys for kids to please with such
a friend, a crutch for wannabes,
note to a mom who works too much.
A "Christ" ian offers help - esprit,
a warming breath, you will agree.
One censure free, one new reborn
receives support in lieu of scorn…
Categories:
stamp out, 11th grade, hope, spiritual,
Form:
Rispetto
Oh yes, the college girls
come and go
speaking of Ani De Franco.
And yes, I too
measure out my days
with coffee spoons,
a hundred years later
and nothing has changed,
only the numbers of the dead
and the deranged
have increased exponentially
with deadly technology.
Like the Caesars of old
the power brokers of now
stamp out the vestiges
of an older order.
And yes, i sit like an elderly sentry
on the cusp of two centuries
and views of the world expecting
nothing better
than what has come before.
And yes, oh yes, seeing the gullibility
and the tomfoolery
of a world where you can be convinced
with very little effort
that up is down and that
right is left holding the bag repeatedly
and speaking ever more deletedly
to fewer and fewer ears.
What has changed?
What has changed except the names
used to describe the same old games
of a gang of aggressive primates.
Some are cannon fodder
used to divert the lion
and parade and preen
when they are lucky to escape.
Some are keen
to produce more spawn
so that we can do the same
old con again.
Some are at the center
protected and gifted
by a willing populace,
unwilling to risk
their own neck
as long as some one else will.
And some, with rolled up trousers
sit on the edge knowing
what is right
but lacking the will
to say so
and creating for ourselves
the post of sentry
to ease the burden
of a nagging conscience.
Just sitting here
watching the college girls
come and go
speaking of Ani DeFranco.
Categories:
stamp out, introspection, on writing and
Form:
Free verse
Colour me,yellow,white,black, or red,dont
discriminate me,
For my blood is same like yours!
Just do enough to stamp out,
racism,intolerance and xenophobia.
Respect all nationalities,religious backgrounds,
sexual orientation and ethnic origins.
None of us chose their skin colour,
we found skin colours on us.
They were given to us by the Almighty,
why judging me because of my skin colour;
No one is good or bad on the basis of skin colour.
chipepo lwele
Categories:
stamp out, people, social, uplifting,
Form:
Chastushka
Life is lived as a book, so I’m told
and we live out this story in chapters.
And we even write of the stories we’ve lived
and regale with tales of our adventures.
Our childhood is a myriad of stories
filling chapter and chapter with discovery,
wonder, angst, joy, everything in growing up.
Our teens are chapters of pain, confusion and
experimentation. Temptation. Rebellion and growth.
Young adulthood … ah, sweet love. Career, family.
First foray into independence and building a family.
Then chapters for kids, school, braces, college …
Then they grow up and move out. Weddings, grandkids
retirements and IRA’s. The book is expanding.
But this book is predictable. This is the Brady Bunch.
Where is the crisis, the divorce or the addiction?
Where is the mental illness or the adulterous affair?
Where is the poverty, the abuse, unknown calamity or death?
If life is truly a book, then we write our chapters as we go.
There is no cookie-cutter life to stamp out and imitate.
Life is fluid, moving, changing, consuming, powerful,
destructive in its unrelenting, impersonal path.
This is the end of this chaotic chapter, a fresh page awaits.
Too many of my chapters are chaotic and destructive.
While the next chapter can’t be written until it has been lived,
I will make it a chapter worth remembering.
One I will want to read again, and again.
Categories:
stamp out, introspection, lifewrite, life, write,
Form:
Narrative
True Knight
Could you support the Underdog ,
Could you take the poor mans' part,
Knight Errant could you fight Magog,
Rip out his Demons heart,
and when the wrong of Evil done,
You see the Devils' part,
to give your life to overcome,
be Valiant cleave the path...Don
We the persecuted poor want equality with the Evil rich.
We can have equality without Communism or any other ism.
The Evil Demon Greed is overpowering and the Lying Propaganda pre-veils:the Truth:}
We have a media like Facebook to reach everyone, and give each person the vote of how it
“will be” Furthering THE Political Correctness foisted upon us we should insist on Equality of Pesos' for all on the Planet. Not Dollars but world bank credits.
This obtainable Utopia needs funding “without the need for greed to be rich ethics.”
Advertising is needed to get Utopia, rolling,
remove the Evil greed,
stamp out the evil seed,
remove the shoddy lust,
Give power to the Just,
the rich will be Non-plused,
A better day, God-Speed,
In the One God yes we trust....
Categories:
stamp out, adventure, , cute,
Form:
Rhyme
Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 20
To what extent violent thoughts can be crimes
Is there one person who’s not guilty by thought
The Real in the Apparent see you rhymes
With what reason Raskolnikov murder rhymes
Does Nietsche see in him the greatness of thought
To what extent violent thoughts can be crimes
Can the rogue State justify wanton war crimes
Nor the Police non-citizen rights stamp out
The Real in the Apparent see you rhymes
Who tolls the church bells controls also the chimes
He who can think must also control the thought
To what extent violent thoughts can be crimes
Wanton acts of violence breed in all climes
Kubla Khan repeats the way Ghengis Khan fought
The Real in the Apparent see you rhymes
Does not Death commit unjust ultimate crimes
Who returns from the au-dela knows true nought
To what extent violent thoughts can be crimes
The Real in the Apparent see you rhymes
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
Categories:
stamp out, philosophy, political, riddle, violence,
Form:
Villanelle
One does not stamp out radicalism
any more than one outspends capitalism
or fights successfully against militarism
or overpowers totalitarianism.
We might fade out radicalism,
co-invest capital in cooperative objectives for health,
discern together removing threats of mutually assured violence
and democratize polycultural empowerment
by inviting therapy through all natural-spiritual nondual valuables,
dynamics and animations
within Earth's ecosystemic
universally open spacetime network.
How does it help to invite healing
by calling profound mental unbalance
cowardice?
Why choose the epithet "coward"
to describe terrorizing violent behavior
intent
thoughts against those who intend no active harm
to radicalized perpetrators?
Perhaps this is cowardly behavior
but this is not the first
or most significant
word coming to my mind.
This speaks of fear and anger
and chronically invested misanthropic hatreds,
fueled by competing over-heated environments,
internal and external.
To speak cowardice
to paranoia and ego-distorted sickness
only adds fuel to flames
we would more therapeutically abate
by inviting cultures of deep learning integrity
profoundly sacred ecology
multiculturally and polypathically seen and known
and felt,
inviting mutual embrace of fears
and angers
and lingering learned distrusts.
Chronic stamping on each other,
over each other,
causes further radicalism.
Chronic over-investing in WinLose strategies
caused ravages of capitalism,
dimming richer denser potential
within cooperative ownership and investment
of both capital and equity,
deductive minds and inductive hearts.
Chronic climates of advanced industrial militarism
cause further defaults toward competing
by violent fighting and threat.
Chronic ecopolitical overpowering
of those who feel angry and scared,
left out and behind,
fearful and terrified by violence,
their own and others'
stamping and stomping,
invites further totalitarian plutocracies,
rather than profoundly radical
healthy cooperatives
of growing nutritional democracy
of and for and by and through fair integrity,
cooperative trusting liberty
outshining rights of static freedom.
Categories:
stamp out, anger, culture, health, mental
Form:
Political Verse
The Awakening
Conscious people of the world
Let the banner of peace be unfurled
Pick up your sickle and seeds of corn
This is the time for nations to be reborn
Let us stamp out sickness, disease and hunger
There need not be the pain of war and death any longer
This planet can take care of us all
Rise to the occasion and stand tall
And the nations fill with poverty
Can all be helped, oh what a travesty!
That some engulfed in such greed and power,
While some, so poor, have no means to take a shower
Lift up your arms in compassion and love
And the Spirit will awaken and rain down from above
Thus the waters will cleanse the land
As the Universe sends love, and touch us with his mighty hand
This war that is about to start
Will cause a lot of problems from this Earth to depart
As all fight against poverty, hunger, homelessness and unrest
And the soul awaken from distress
So the third eye awaken
And the people arise from their anger, pain and disdain
The children of the world will be shaken
To realize the ancient, hidden secrets and great wisdom to regain
William Morrissey2/8/07
Categories:
stamp out, appreciation, pain, people, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme
Happy hour, two for one,
This is how we have our fun,
Make up sorted, dresses new,
Shoes supplied by Jimmy Choo,
Perfect perfume, perfect tan,
Now all we need's the perfect man.
Hit the town at half past seven,
Then hit the floor around eleven,
Dance to music thumping loud,
Lose yourself within the crowd,
Let your worries swirl away,
Forget the work of yesterday,
Forget the things you have to buy,
Forget harsh words that made you cry,
Remember how you felt when you,
Were eighteen and all this was new.
Drink on now 'til we turn back time,
Our vodka fuelled dance feels sublime,
Those dancing feet stamp out the stress,
And each girl feels a dream princess,
For one night only we can star,
In our own film, here in this bar.
Categories:
stamp out, friendship, funny, happiness, life,
Form:
Couplet
I do not love you and I never will
Your face and lines read like a book from hell
You stamp out the light from the stars above
And proceed to consume the souls of love
I refuse to concede to all your whims
By grace I escaped in the knick of time
Categories:
stamp out, depression, life, metaphor,
Form:
Blank verse