Best Sweet Revenge Poems
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
What the h***
Happened to you?
A vengeful eye for an eye
but mind you, to avenge yourself
ain't easy as apple pie
Indeed a punch for a punch
or invite your foe
for a delicious
malicious lunch
to dish out nasty retribution,
yet revenge is a dish
best served cold!
But a tooth for a tooth
will it actually soothe?
A horrid scowl for an irate pout
you scream coz she did shout!
Ah, that biting desire for sweet revenge
On the mind it can bitterly scavenge!
Sweet it might seem, sweet at first feel
but it's really more sour than an orange peel.
Then there's the danger of meting out in excess
There's a need to don self-control's harness.
One may try to spread retaliation evenly
on the slice of his arch enemy
Rat-a-tat tat on his door
for some payback tit for tat?
To chuck out all plots and thoughts of seething revenge
poses for man at times the greatest challenge.
Is it then so natural for this human brat
to cherish and relish a tit for tat?
But if so many of your chores complain of your negligence
you might as well put off too, all desire for vengeance.
Any wish for poetic justice, spit it out in poetry
Harbor no yearnings for getting even
except maybe in virtual reality.
Ah, alas as Jesus's humble way to offer the other cheek
is for ordinary man perhaps a task too docile and meek.
Sweet Revenge
On a rival
In the night
Never to be seen again
Sweetest revenge of all
You left me standing there all alone,
a little bit of compassion you could have shone.
Your words peirced through me like a knife in my chest,
I should have known you were just like all the rest.
You bragged to your friends when the deed was done,
in your mind you think you've actually won.
I know I'm not the only one you've treated like this,
someday you'll look at me and I'll say, "oh you wish.
You had me fooled you said you care,
Now I know to you it was all just a dare.
I can't belive I was blind you really were a jerk,
I hope your proud of all of your works.
I stand here broken hearted as I cry bitter tears,
while you and your friends toast and have a few beers.
Someday I'll find a guy who will want me for me,
then you'll realize you should'nt have set me free.
To you and your friends I was just another bet,
revenge I'll seek but not just yet.
You won't get by with what you've done,
someday you'll see I'll have all the fun.
Someday you'll wish you had all of this,
It's your heart that will break and you I will dis.
Daddy locked the car doors and really let one rip
He did this half a dozen time on an Arizona trip
He’d smile as we all suffered from that bean-based lethal shot
Not in silence did I suffer, but in silence I did plot
Many years have come and gone with my daddy unaware
That I’d be saving something deep inside that I would someday share
Then just the other evening over drinks and dining out
While visiting the restroom, I knew without a doubt
Tonight would be the night that daddy got his due
When once again he locked the doors, I’d say “this one’s for you”
So I whispered to my mother, tonight I saved a fart
That I’ll be giving to my daddy before the car can start
Before he can engage the key and roll the window down
I’ll unleash a deadly one that will knock him to the ground
So daddy, unsuspecting, got in and locked the door
And silently I smiled, relaxed; and let one roar
Daddy started gagging, clasped his hand upon his heart
And me, I sat there laughing and said “I saved that fart”
It’s been bottled up inside me from that Arizona trip
And thinking back upon those days, I let another rip
Then gagging, laughing, crying, sweet revenge was had
The day I finally got the chance to save a fart for Dad!
Of course this was based on an actual series of events – some of the details may
have been enhanced for your reading pleasure.
after the many times,
you shot my dreams down
after telling me I wont accomplish,
nothing I set out to do.
My Sweet Revenge,
toward you is not violence!
My Sweet Revenge,
is to achieved in everything,
you said I couldn't!
the looks on your faces,
after I've done what you said I couldn't,
is My Sweet Revenge!
From one scorned woman to another,
no need to ponder, here's an idea.
When he comes back home by 'noon,
prepare his favourite scrumptious food.
Mix the laxatives with sleeping pills boo,
and sip that wine from across the room.
27 July 2022
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Everything was fine
everything was gravy
and before now I would never
lye to my baby
but sh!t happens
and now I'm lookin at this man
thinkin bout if I would change it if can
He doesn't treat me right
hell he don't even want me no nore
so now I don't even care if he walks through the door
I look in his eyes
and I don't even see what I used to see
His love for me has faded; and he emotionally abuses me
I need to get over him
get him out of my system
get him out of my head; and that's why I need him......
I appear with a smile at your call
I'm your faithful servant
At least that's what you think
But my cheerful smile is just a ploy
That hides my true thoughts
The ones of a sweet revenge
You think that I worship you
You think that I love you
That's what will make it so sweet
When I stand over you
With a knife in my hand
And a smirk on my face
I was so angry
His betrayal screamed through me
Deafening my heart
I yearned for revenge, but then
Sweetest forgiveness soothed me
September 26, 2019
Daddy locked the car doors and really let one rip
He did this half a dozen time on an Arizona trip
He’d smile as we all suffered from that bean-based lethal shot
Not in silence did I suffer, but in silence I did plot
Many years have come and gone with my daddy unaware
That I’d be saving something deep inside that I would someday share
Then just the other evening over drinks and dining out
While visiting the restroom, I knew without a doubt
Tonight would be the night that daddy got his due
When once again he locked the doors, I’d say “this one’s for you”
So I whispered to my mother, tonight I saved a fart
That I’ll be giving to my daddy before the car can start
Before he can engage the key and roll the window down
I’ll unleash a deadly one that will knock him to the ground
So daddy, unsuspecting, got in and locked the door
And silently I smiled, relaxed; and let one roar
Daddy started gagging, clasped his hand upon his heart
And me, I sat there laughing and said “I saved that fart”
It’s been bottled up inside me from that Arizona trip
And thinking back upon those days, I let another rip
Then gagging, laughing, crying, sweet revenge was had
The day I finally got the chance to save a fart for Dad!
Revenge of sort
The old ship has four cranes for loading
Also, unlading has anchored in
the bay
For four days.
It must be hot all portholes are open and the cook
Sweats in the galley it drips onto the dough
Moreover, into the food, cooks transpire a lot and it
Has to go somewhere.
They call him a fool but eat his sweat a sweet
Revenge a secret he keeps to himself.
The crew pick rust and paint a little but most
Of the time they sit in the mess hall waiting for
Something to eat.
Dinner is served, the cook wash pots and pan
Goes into his cabin lays down on the couch the one
Under the porthole, and sleeps till it is time
To prepare the evening meal.
Greatest revenge
perhaps to become even.
Becoming even
to love what and whom Earth has given
and taken,
will give and take,
until we are each even.
Only wonder and no worries
about which gender you are and are not
or prefer to verge and submerge with and without
or even if you prefer them all
evenly
eventually.
Warmest wise investment
perhaps love within and between such events.
A sober revenge
there is on the plateau of Spain a town made of yellow bricks
the buildings are of the same size, seven floors and on top an artist studio.
The street bellow was narrow had many bars and shops selling socks
it can get cold in Spain too.
On the fourth floor, in one of the building, lived a couple. He had a drink
the problem and she scolded him for this but since he said sorry-looking contrite
she forgave him and made him a tortilla.
Then it so happened he stopped drinking altogether
and he took over the economic side of the household.
She took to placing bottles around the flat, but to a no awhile he the husband, A sober revenge.
There is on the plateau of Spain a town made of yellow bricks
the buildings are of the same size, seven floors and on top an artist studio.
The street bellow was narrow had many bars and shops selling socks
it can get cold in Spain too.
On the fourth floor, in one of the building, lived a couple. He had a drink
the problem and she scolded him for this but since he said sorry-looking contrite
she forgave him and made him a tortilla.
Then it so happened he stopped drinking altogether
and he took over the economic side of the household.
She took to placing bottles around the flat, but to a no awhile he the husband, stayed sober, and she felt relegated.
With little to do, she got hold of a small restaurant in the basement. Lovely though the man now I can come and get my lunch every day.
His wife resented this. He was taking up a table eating up the profit, so, he was refused a meal.
Undaunted he had his lunch at another cafe and when asked why he was eating
there and not at his wife´s place,
he said, my wife, is not a good cook!
Now there are many empty tables at her restaurant during lunch
It is,
what do you not say
I read the dusk
on your eyes.
Unspoken words
hammering!
A timer,
quartz clock,
ball bearings, pellets
croissant of terror.
Suspicious of the lady
riding on crest
responsible,
for the happenings.
Fear,
hair raising,
turns back the centuries.
We lose,
ourselves!
SATISH VERMA