Best Tare Poems
INSIDIOUS
My mINd iS DaRk bUt I'm sO gREaT
RelaX and nEveR hear me spiN
My twisted ways into your world
Sit back as I take your soul away
Falling even farther
Even farther than the colors
That lay behind in my wake
My glAm0Ured sTyle
Watch me smile
As I tare your life away
Defined you
I defiled you
Inside you're world I'll play
Laughing as your screaming
You can't see
I'm so fUqqINg faKe
And the closer I get to you
Is the closer I am to killing you
Your pain is my GreAt fAntaSy
Bleed you of all honesty
My greATest work
When I penetrate
LiKe mE y0u'll stArt t0 hate
Soon, feel me slither
Feel me take what's in your veins
Feel me cumming
I am loving
All the sadness that's your fate
Feel me cumming
I am loVing
All the sadness that's your fate
Insidious
Categories:
tare, betrayal, dark, evil,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Spread, your wings and soar on high, stretch forth beyond the particle's in
the sky. Rest on a large branch, look down at the creature's of blacks and
white's. Blackbird ain't its enough to make you cry. Crime soaring high, WHY-
why Blackbird why? No one knows, no-one dare steps forth his best. NOoooo
Black bird they're to busy pointing finger's, they rather listen to the voice of
the confused "stranger". A voice that tells them, take prayers away from school's,
take away their happiness, now the grave yards are full of young one's, some
in jail, to never see success. Soar on Blackbird, fly high and don't dare sit to long.
You see blackbird, the black's doesn't know the song and the whites want's to be
left along.
Spread your wings-my fowls of the air we all must share, as you fly blackbird, as
you are trying to accept the lost and the found, spread your wings Blackbird, we're
not all bad people's. Its just that we're too busy trying to tare each other down.
Categories:
tare, confusionvoice, voice,
Form:
Quatern
The whole world seems to have gone mad
For the foundations are being destroyed
Evil is called right and good is called bad
Drunken orgies the rage and godliness devoid
Surely His coming must be very near
And this message proclaim every seer
Shootings stabbings killings hearts in fear
Yet many live for the slot machine and beer
Evil is getting more evil still
Entertainment fun and every thrill
Laid aside is Gods purposes and will
The devil frantic and going for the kill
But all is not lost the victory already won
Son of God died on the cross for everyone
Though by the builders the cornerstone shun
He cried it is finished as victory was done
He defeated evil and hells on the run
The keys firmly with God's Son
He arose the third day and brightly shone
The devil defeated and his plans undone
These final days are birthing pains
The angels are fighting and daily territory gains
The devil pretends but his kingdom wanes
He had already lost but still he feigns
Soon to be secured by his final chains
So watch and pray and prepare
Soon the wheat will be separated from the tare
The Son will reign on earth the rightful heir
As God's will in heaven so will it be everywhere
Categories:
tare, earth, military, time,
Form:
Rhyme
Sisters, by far, are the closest of friends.
Though, at times, their bond may need mends,
they have been together from the start.
Nothing will ever tare them apart!
Whether it be death or life,
gladness or strife,
or war or peace,
their love for one another will never cease.
The memories, the memories, endlessly they flow!
Of times good, bad, or just for them to know.
Sharing struggles, partnering in pain,
laughing, encouraging, singing in the rain.
Constantly, to each other, love they send,
for sisters, truly, are the best of friends.
Categories:
tare, best friend, love, sister,
Form:
Rhyme
Funny the things that stick with you
like gum beneath the table
as the years go by.
My brains goes as far back as three solar circuits;
big bro put the Wonder bread in the microwave
(package and all) --- sparks went a'flying.
And poor Mother, what would she say,
when the whole house burnt away?
(corner time for sure)
And back then, turning the big "one oh"
was a big deal --- it's all the kids talked about.
Mother would make me PB&Js
(crust ON --- she weren't no fool)
And that little pat on the head used to make me giddy:
a reward for my maturity,
eating all the greens --- every bit.
But by thirteen I was quite done with it.
I'll make my own lunch, thank you very much
(sure you know that's a lie,
teens are notorious for their laziness)
But putting Dijon and turkey
between two slices of Dave's Killer Good Seed,
you think you got it made
with all of life figured out.
And speaking of "seed" ... what the hell?
Shouldn't I have my own runts by now,
running baby cheetah-like between my legs,
with a wifie to burn the toast on my way to work
(or is that just stereotypical nonsense?)
Perhaps by the time I'm thirty
being a spiritual loner like Paul won't be so bad;
spreading the good news when I can,
but I lack the humility:
a wheat by words,
a tare by actions.
And maybe I won't make it to my winter years.
But if that happens I won't waste one slice of forever
moping about time lost.
Rather I'll indulge in the True Wonder Bread
with the Man Upstairs -
without the fluff - but add the glow
and guaranteed to last eternity.
Literally.
PS: Not actually a new one, but something I wrote six-ish years ago.
Categories:
tare, analogy, angst, childhood, confusion,
Form:
Free verse
It was the melody of being outside and being alien
A floor, four walls and roof
A box to small to hide in
The pulse that runs though everything
Thunder storms with no could covering
Forcing you to see just how strange you are
In a world of clean and cut
Nothing new
Nothing old
Strangers with strange ways don't pass though
Yet it seems half of us are stuck
Strangers in strange places
Left to be loners
Alienated
With sticks and stones and hate full words
To brake are bones and tare holes in are souls
So we rome on circle rodes
Waiting for humanity to see
The alien that lives with in us all
Categories:
tare, hope,
Form:
Free verse
I sometimes sit and wonder why my life is so crazy
And other times I try not to let it even phase me
But its hard to forget about it when things happen in my life that only god can
change
He can only change the things in my life that have me feeling so strange
Feeling like I need her just to ease my pain
Dang! I lost my train of thought see things will never be the same
My crazy life
This messed up world.
Confusion, depression
I just need her , the girl
I need her to hide me from all the pain that wants me
The pain that feeds on my flesh and tare my insides apart
The pain that took the hope I had in my heart
One life to live but no reason to go on
Six feet under the ground is where I think I belong
Dead.
Gone to a better place
Had to leave this world with her in my face
The girl
Now there is no more of me, I got away
My crazy life is history
Categories:
tare, black african american, confusion,
Form:
esplosione de energia
rapida curve volu-
ttuose di
la tua innocenza flir-
tare angeli into=
ssicati dal
patroni di amre
di marca
ballare in bocca
di una tempe-
sta occulta
testimonionza
del passato
alta voce
de un vento che
circola
noi stiamo prepa-
rando nostro le-
tto d'amore
Categories:
tare, allusion,
Form:
the way ill treat my girl is like royalty,
and she wont have to worry about any other girl over me because ill never be
disloyalty,
i'll be your king you be my queen,
are relationship would be different something that no one has ever seen,
because im the type of guy thats rare,
i'll surround you with all my loving in the air,
i'll hold your hand in front of my friends and family better yet the whole universe,
i'll pick you over a party or game anyday because my baby would always come
first,
i'll give you all my loving as if i was cupid,
and unlike other guys i wont play with your mind or act stupid,
i'll give her my world and never try to lose her,
and if she ever gets cold ill put her in my jacket so she wont go burr,
i'll do some chessy things to keep that smile on your face,
i'll take your breath away and i promise are memorys will never be erase,
im that shooting star that you'll wish for in the sky,
if your looking for someone to treat you right pick me because ill be that guy,
i'll keep that glow of happiness in your eyes,
and trust me im not the type of guy that would just try to get through your thighs,
i'll keep you away from harm,
and to keep that promise ill forever keep you in my arms,
if you ever woke up from a bad nightmare,
call me ill show up to be your teddy bear,
i'll be the guy to bring you back up when you are down,
i'll never do anything to give you a sad frown,
but if i ever did anything to make you upset,
i'll do everything i can to fix the problem because i never wanna make your eyes
wet,
anything you want i'll give it to you just because i want to satisfy you,
i'll forever stay true,
and never make you feel blue,
whatever you do for me i'll give you my loving back one hundred times more,
and if another girl tryed talking to me i would simply ignore,
because you would be the only one i would adore,
i would give you space anytime,
and you can talk to other guys i dont care because i know your already mine,
i'll forever keep the butterflies flying in your heart,
and trust me i would never do anything to tare that all apart,
i'll give you all my loving thats inside of me,
and if your searching for someone to unlock your heart then look this way cuz im
the one that holds the key.
Categories:
tare, love, girl, me, girl,
Form:
Put a bullet in my brain
as the rain sweeps her out of my arms
and places her into another's.
Put a bullet in my brain
for I don't want to see love slip away
please end my suffering,
for I don't want to dare see her in the arms of another man.
I fear the tear that slips away from my soul
and touches the ground with a splash
as she is washed away by the lashed memories of the rain,
please, someone put a bullet in my brain.
I can't bear to see her with another man
laying in his arms
as he charishes her beauty
just like I did to her.
As she smiles and laughs at his jokes
my heart would not bare the sorrow and pain
that would tare my heart apart into pieces of tainted love.
Please tell the rain to stop,
as the pain grows when rain comes down,
please someone end my suffering,
put a bullet in my brain
and stop the rain
that washes away every memory of her.
Stop saying you miss me
and just kiss me
for I can't take the pain
of the rain that takes you away.
Kiss me and stop saying you miss me
for those are useless words to me.
Love is where it's at, so show me.
Don't go with him, he'll treat you wrong.
Love and laugh with me till the break of dawn
as we yawn the long night away.
Kiss me and don't say you miss me.
For if you go away from me,
I couldn't bare to take a tear and waste it away.
Tears, sweet tears crying for you,
doesn't that mean anything to you?
I ask you, stop the rain,
stop the pain and put that bullet in my brain.
Let the red blood flow from my temples.
Let the plow dig my grave,
for I can't bare to see you with another
in his arms, him kissing you, where I kissed you.
I can't take it, I have to make it,
make that pain go away.
Prayer didn't help, God turned a blind eye
when I came up and said why!
Put that bullet in my dome
and when I lay in the coffin, looking at the roof of the church
you come and kiss me, and then you can really say
that you'll miss me.
Categories:
tare, betrayal, blue, color, confusion,
Form:
Rhyme
She was taken, dragged from the holy fathers
House of holy purity, against the free wills spirit!
The maiden weeps in the lunar night, a lone predator
Howling for redemption's reclamation, unable to slow
The pace of her running, for the hunter of daylight
Steps within her cursed foot path.
Sleek mistress of the disdain, fleeing from
Thy own kindred pack, without salvation's mercy,
The she-wolf bays at the elliptical moon,
Defying the wolfen curse, its lightning thunder
Flash, rebelling against her inner desire
For hungers blood satisfaction to feed!
A sizzling fire burns within the belly of the beast,
An unquenchable flame eating at its own kindling
Fuel, the vowed promised unto God himself,
Yet bitten by the hound of Hell, she’s the
Righteous satanic offering, to a darker lords
Altar of demonic evil!
A white sister of the blessed cross, kneeling
Within the fur coat of a she-werewolf’s redden cloak,
Behold a creature tortured between the forces
Of light and dark, crying unto her invisible god,
Yet hearing the voice of seduction from beneath!
Tender the rose of innocence, trampled underneath the
Crimson red paw, let the tears of the angels sustaining
In faith’s mighty shield, but she already enveloped
Within the blackened embrace of the emperor of
Darkness and is unable to tare herself free!
In the echoing of the children of the night,
The wild hearted call unto she, this creature
Of a holier light, come run beside us, thy kindred
Of the blood!
Those untamed beckon, but she heeds them not,
At the temple of the faith’s religion does she so climb?
This she-wolf of the fallen, seeking deliverance step,
By step, praying in the barking demonic tongue, of her
Kind, she pleads for the divine to set her free!
But the lord God see his child, wrapped within wolves
The furs huskin trappings, and blesses
As if a snake shedding its outer skins of shame,
The she-wolf discards the furry garments of the
Beast layer by layer, reveling the white angel of mercy,
Hidden beneath, and praising the heavenly father,
In rapturous gratitude!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Categories:
tare, beauty, devotion, fantasy, fear,
Form:
Free verse
What a misbegotten soul am I, to be lost upon isolation’s paradise,
Marooned on desolation’s tropical island of plenty, except for
Human championship, humanities driftwood a captured cast
Away, from civilization’s socialization, thus I’m alone survivor
Of life’s shipwreck!
Collisions hardship volunteer trapped, upon the coral reef
Beyond stresses everyday reality, rocked by the sounding
Stormy seas here I’ve lain anchor, as the swift currents
Undertow heaved at my chains of living cutting at them,
Biting at them, until the metal broke apart, leaving me here
Stranded, naked and afraid!
Hail winds torrent clouds tare at my towering sails, breaching
The structure of my humble world of complacency, until nothing
Remained solvable, but a small piece of mine own dignities
Silvery pine beam, at the break waters merciful edge of
Existence I’m so dashed against the rocks of mine own
Oblivion!
In these dangerous waters treading I swim without
Life preserves protection, amongst me others are
Screaming, drowning beneath the crushing waves
Thrashing, I reach outwardly for these lost souls,
Yet they seamlessly slip away, on the tidal rips
Slanted curve!
Awakening from this living portrayed of a nightmare,
I cling to the dream of an off shore utopia, yet in
Poverty’s deficiency’s my iron clad shackles remain
As retrains locking bars, and left in tarots armaments
I know this is my only lot in life to bare alone!
A beach comber of yesterday’s remembrance, I drift,
Watching through my badly damage telescope,
Waving in retrospect motion, hoping for rescues
Leveling hand of salvation!
What misbegotten soul am I, to be lost upon isolation’s paradise,
Marooned on desolation’s tropical island of plenty, except for
Human championship, humanities driftwood a captured cast
Away, from civilization’s socialization, thus I’m alone survivor
Of life’s shipwreck!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Categories:
tare, adventure, conflict, emotions, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse
My thoughts wander as I wonder what I'm running for.
It's like I'm hunted cos I'm wanted for the chalk under juggernauts.
Now I ponder what I'm running from.
I took shelter against an atomic bomb.
I put distance between us like boggy swamps.
And worked resistance against urges when the horror taunts.
I grip the side of todays and tomorrows wants.
And let the world burn away when on fire watch.
I turn to gaze at the stars in the night sky and look away with desire in my bright eyes.
I stay aligned and balanced like earths globe.
With the moon and the planets with the sun burning slow
I come with passion for the past do I desert home
Do I deserve a future or do I turn rogue.
There's no sorrow for tomorrow when you watch it pass.
Forgot today in search of yesterday in the past.
My future looks like an image of a bleak scene.
I emerged from the sea still picturing a deep me.
My heart goes out to all the people that are never found.
Too much going on and feeling under pressure now.
It aint easy when surviving on this deadly ground either.
As we breath the air choking thank god we found sleepers.
Only demons there to keep us here keep us scared they're sincere.
Still considering my thoughts where I re compare.
Nightmares and dream scapes as I lie here this heat wave leaves me right here going crazy to see the change.
Trapped seeing these angles.
The tangled chap man of perception in chains where they dangle.
The manacled mans hands on pulse when he strangles throats.
Facing these battles I stand alone like a stranded ghost.
I move faster alone quick grab the rope slick catch an go.
All in the same boat now the ships mast broke.
No sails for gale winds that blow on the high seas tired trying hit that coast.
Thats my goal.
Deep in defiance when I fling that stone as reply to some social science you show signs that ya lean that low.
Ya best answer when I ring that phone. That's right man ya hear me bring that tone.
When I bring back soul ya knees flop like a bean bag dolls.
Man ya eave drop like a clique of crack hoes.
Like a dog tare the meat from the bone of bone idol spineless blokes if they fit that role.
Categories:
tare, rap,
Form:
Rhyme
Before dawn my thoughts roam,
As day breaks my heart sleeps,
Thoughts of you, thoughts of home,
Coincide with my heart beats,
The malady of my soul,
The woe of my heart,
Now half once whole,
Consumed by the dark,
As I walk with my demons,
Day after day my eyes grow cold,
My heart continues to freeze,
As I travel a darkened road,
I walk through a haunting breeze,
Overshadowed by the moonbeams,
Lost among the stars that I follow,
Faced with my hopeless dreams,
I feel myself become hollow,
As I walk with my demons,
Surrounded by my nightmares,
The echoes of the past haunting me,
Confronted by cold dark stares,
Sorrows chuckle keeps taunting me,
Giving into the death of light,
Falling into the abyss of despair,
My heart is conflicted by this plight,
For I feel my soul start to tare,
As I walk with my demons,
I become numb to my surroundings,
Oblivious of my shame,
This life is beyond confounding,
For it’s hard to live with the pain,
Of walking with my demons
Categories:
tare, confusion, dream, lonely, lost,
Form:
ABC
worn like a killer bite around the neck
It breathes in unison with a heaving chest
offers protection like having eyes on the back
of the head like an invisible shield in a clenched fist
it now lives on through the soul of a Masai
the only skeleton in the wild never approached by a vulture
it is at the heart of the pride of a Zulu warrior
there’s no greater, more fearless culture
it hangs as a symbol of courage next to the heart
sharp and ready still to tare flesh from bone like a spear
wielding its fury in spite of mouth and jaws, still a beast
it would be the last gasp its victim souls ever hear
a roar like the voice of the gods, the command of death
echoing tremors across the savannah
the thrill of the chase, of the hunt, of power and stealth
the eternal strife, of the nervous chuckle of a hyena
it remembers how it instilled fear, how the wind caressed its mane
how claw and tooth worked together to bring down wildebeest
there’s no middle ground in this life, in the world of man
only the insatiable desire to rise above the rest, to be the best
Categories:
tare, africa, courage,
Form:
Rhyme