Best Torture Poems
How proud they put them on display
Two thousand of the first of fortyk
There President Bukele did say
They’ll live in the jailhouse for decades
he went on boasting, in jail it’s judgement day,
as he held his glass of brandy toasting
inmates, suspected violent gang members
moved to a new mega-prison in El Salvador
Transferred to the Center of Confinement of Terrorism
Mixed up, unable to do any more harm
to the population, it was said
So why do I care about these souls,
tears flowed as I read the article
about thousands of prisoners, and Bukele in particular
Central American country’s notorious pandillas
And right then I understood why I cried
Hundreds never made it to round two, que pesadillas
There are the innocent ones who are denied
a fair trial, it's sad to think that nothing can be done
for a mother's innocent son
For you who fund
our pain and grief
Zzzzz is sleep
For us
Zzzzzz is certain death
we are bombed because you sleep
The silence
a massacre unfolding
Zionists rejoicing
Well im thinkin that ive always been a romantic
Ive just always been concerned with all girls
To live in a world without them would be tragic
They love to run their fingers through my curls
And just when i think im in love with all
I find myself fallen for one in particular
As we hold hands walking down the hall
I try to catch a glimpse of her sexy figure
I just hope we dont end up like our parents
Well maybe yours wouldnt be so bad
Just know that i live only for your prescence
And without you id be beyond sad
But i dont even want to think of that
I dont even know where my mind will take me
Only with you do i like to chat
I would be a wandering fish if your were the sea
Now as i come to this close
I wonder about the future
I chose not to write this in prose
Because for you to read is torture (hahaha)
What is the torture of the torcher
Destined to carry light inside, blinded by the darkness outside
Can the two exist in a world of infinite color … Where neither is as clear as the light that shines and the darkness it consumes.
Can one exist without the other
Or is it in fairness that both ignite reflection through a prism of a kaleidoscope of loose bits of colored fractions between flat worlds mirroring changes of position of reflected and endless variety of thought and inspiration of hope and dispare.
None is full in its expression
None holds the fulness of truth
And both appearing as a simply burning of mid night darkness that only uncovers a particle to weak to be a reflector of what lies beyond the streams of consciousness
What is their purpose
To what degree of infinity is there cast?
I see the darkness in the light and the light knows that its existence in the darkness is paramount to its persistence
For it can not shine without the darkness
I see the darkness and its fear of the light and it knows that it will never dim its force of illumination
I see they must exist side by side
And that their commitment to each other is eternal
So What of the torture of the torcher but to except the burden of its witness and to live centered between the two, catching particles of color, reflector of reflector, free to be burned or extinguished ….
in the rapture of eternity in their persistence of the subtle sparks where color is born.
At times we tend to feel nothing but pain,
feeling like we have nothing to gain,
our hearts once again a wrecking ball and a chain,
on our sleeves an obvious worn out blood stain,
Our thoughts slowly driving us insane,
in our hearts an obvious torture chamber,
broken hearts not amounting to much,
hearts on the mend fending off life's saber,
Our hearts laboring to do something we savor,
tasting happiness again we do someone a favor,
as little by little we remove our hearts road blocks,
our hearts beating merrier to the ticking of the clock.
11-14-16
There’s torture of the body
And the torture of the mind
But the torture of the heart
Is the most horrendous kind.
To know you must not express
The wealth of emotions felt
To have to suppress the dream
Is to burn until you melt.
You are careful of each word
And you laugh despite the pain...
It’s torture to be in doubt
If his love can keep you sane
To know it can never be
For you’re lost inside love’s maze,
To accept it’s a lost cause
Is to set the heart ablaze
Torture is a painful thorn
That your little heart impales
It won’t stop till you’ve bled dry
You don’t dare to voice its tales
He is near enough to touch
But his heart is worlds away
Can torture be worse than this?
No, the rest is just child’s play
Whispers in my head I hear it all so clearly
Negativity in my brain bordering on weary
Enemy caught me when I was very weak
Tortured me for the treasure that they sought to seek
Vigil I remained though I admit that they were close
To destroying what I had that was saving me the most
Then I remember in that moment that I am stronger than I think
So I started focusing on the other side of the chain link
It keeps me strong it keeps me sane
It keeps me going it keeps me trained
And so the enemy caught me but I got out of their trap
Now I know where they're hiding I got them marked on my map
You'd think that I'd call out the troops and take them by seige
Arrest them detain them and make them my liege
Treat them like dirt torture and maim
Paybacks a and all for my pain
But thats not how I roll for if I did I'd be them
Blood on my hands brazen in sin.
You all pray
for yourselves
ah now it matters
who, pray tell cares
about the children in camps
you empty prisons
yet fear the little children
more than any virus
moral decay
Tis torture and not mercy. Heaven is here!
Painfully in reach and yet no power is apt to attain thee.
What shall then quell passions pursuit?
Oh heart that yearns for thee alas, such arduous love aroused.
Thou oh love alone, can satisfy mine soul’s longing.
Mine heart's own song could not yet free itself from the depths of mine desire for thee.
Every hope is but vain indeed.
I muse at thy enchantments and with bated breath whisper thy name.
Tis torture true not to hold thee,or caress thy tender cheek with withered hand
False hearted thou wert and yet still thou whispered promised pleasure’s untrue
In silence and tears mine days spent with the bitter-sweet taste of heaven on mine lips
and arms that shall never forget.
Tis torture and not mercy, Heaven was here!
written by Lori McClure
Nobody moves...nobody talks,
And who dares...gets sharp folks,
Stuff his mouth...stuff her rear,
Terror reigns and tearing fear,
Disfigured being a pierced face,
To whomsoever present my case?
They are all backing his daily deed,
This new species...inhuman breed,
Countless kids they're all slain
Like Abel by Brother Cain,
Ali does not need his bath,
Because he had it already red,
Nor Omar needs to eat,
He had the entire menu and a treat,
Can't you see his swollen tummy,
Wrapped like an Egyptian mummy?
Torture is still on,
Celebrating one million and a half at down,
With a French bleach,
And an Italian stitch,
With a Spanish applause,
And an Anglo-Saxon pose.
Does anyone else's mind torture them like mine does every single moment of living. It whips me with terrible thoughts that leaves gashes that never heal. They get infected overthinking is the infection. It burns, it makes me cry so much. I need medicine, she is my medicine but she has her own wounds so I don't take you. So the wound stays infected and ends up killing me slowly and painfully every single moment.
It's December 21st and the days are getting longer
Won't be long before this damn winter is conquered
Had one too many
That's more than plenty
At my ripe old age each one's absolute torture
© Jack Ellison 2016
Bookworm, loser, geek and nerd
Words that I have always heard
Young years turning into old
Hurtfulness that leaves me cold
Getting picked on-- always beaten
My happiness was lost and fleeting
Kicked and laughed at
Pushed and shoved
No one cared or showed me love
Never being picked on teams
Crushing all my precious dreams
I heard daily teachers pet
Never letting me forget
I was an outcast from day one
Since my school days have begun
Harassed in every single way
Tears of pain fell every day
Nobody would let me be
They thought this kind of cruelty
Wasn't rude or ignorant
But it was significant
Making me believe this image
Was something that I had to live with
Years have gone and now I'm grown
And I see adults have shown
Traits I thought I would not see
By people who should never be
Just as cruel and mean to me
All because I do not think
Doing drugs and having drinks
Is a way of having fun
So again I'm being shunned
Hoping I could look and find
Someone with morals like me
Who knows what I'm going through
Cause they were living that life too
to cherish
your body
like a cake with a cherry
on top
to lick it
to try it
to love not deny it
but stop
to lick it once more
to kiss and adore
to give you a f.uck
but just once
to bite
just a piece
to touch you and tease
and then dance
to squeeze
your breasts tight
to make you feel right
and f.uck like a whore
to tell how I love you
and beg you a pardon
for torture of waiting before.
The rage that screams against the sky
A battle ground of angry hate
Death's anger looms; threat reaches high
The rage that screams against the sky
A voice it struggles to deny
The venom 'fore it spews too late
The rage that screams against the sky
A battle ground of angry hate.
What made bit** think she could deceive
A fam'ly grown so sick of hurt
I'm one she thought that would believe
What made bit** think she could deceive?
Fed up with lies, we're so naive
Her many victims her desserts
What made bit** think she could deceive
A fam'ly grown so sick of hurt.
I want to choke her scrawny neck
And make cruel vengeance mine to give
To make her bleed, knife's wounds inflict
I want to choke her scrawny neck
And twist until I'm held in check
But not 'fore I know she'll ne'er live
I want to choke her scrawny neck
And make cruel vengeance mine to give.
I lay my head on Satan's bed
The price was worth my deadly fate
She's cold and lives with devil's dead
I lay my head on Satan's bed
No tear I shed, no more to dread
It's over now, there's no more wait
I lay my head on Satan's bed
The price was worth my deadly fate.
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