Best Vengeful Poems
Here lies the Count of Monte Cristo
Who got to settle a few scores
With stevedores and commodores
Before stretching out below
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on February 20, 2020 for contest POE-ETIC VERSE POETRY sponsored by CHARLES MESSINA - RANKED 2ND
The world is beautiful but vengeful,
The world consists of the living and nonliving,
The world consists of the good and the bad,
The world creates and destroys,
The world is beautiful,
The world is beautiful,
Because of the nature, the countries and the people,
But one wrong move,
One big mistake,
Like,
Massive deforestation, soil pollution and littering
Will make the world angry,
That it will turn on self destruction mode,
Creating tsunamis, tornadoes, and earthquakes,
It's not the world's fault,
As it gives back what it gets,
If we give the world love,
Flowers will bloom, raindrops will dance,
Arroyos will feel satiety , people will live in peace,
The world is full of kindness,
People with compassion and love,
The world is full of guidance,
Even in the darkest nights, The brightest moonlight will guide us,
The world is full of energy,
As we get most of the food from sunlight,
The world is full of beauty,
Breathtaking mountains , magnificent waterfalls and amazing jungles,
Albeit,
don't let the beauty fool you,
As the world is beautiful but vengeful.
- Sri Danya
sieve sifting slight blight
fickle fact lung flung gargon ~
choking chipotle
05.24.2020
The beast has been unleashed
no longer willing to be supressed
and hidden in gloomy chambers
no longer willing to hold onto the anger
which has been a long suffering burden
Constantly beholding fake smiles
on the visage of pretenders, lovers of illusion
master-creaters of volcanic-like pressures
seeking to behold a stupefying explosion
People and things testing how far they can take me
cause me to wonder they're watching and plotting
to see if they can break me..
Well, now the beast is hungry
stalking his prey
ready to pounce on whatever's in his way
So go ahead, waltz your presence by my lair
I'll show you about playing fair
Just remember you asked for this!
It was never my intention to unleash this beast
but now it's time for him to feast!
And, when he is done there won't be much left
just a whirlwing of destruction
hanging on his last breath..
And thus Prince Hamlet
In suicidal reflect,
Makes his own gauntlet
And by distrust and suspect
Must a murderer detect.
My best friend once
Told me that she
Had my back,
But then, I found out
What the problem was
It was that she really
Had my back
-And-
Yes, my best friend
Did have my back
And it sticks', pricks'
And it hurt's
All over, and over
And over again!
GF
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Some people feel the need to be unhappy.
They roam the real world dissatisfied and angry and hateful and vengeful.
Raven visits her fantasy world every evening when death rattles her windows
And she suffocates inside.
She does not want to die, but she is dead inside. Nothing is working, but her gun.
She carries her gun for protection from the horrors of her childhood.
Hatred is her only reality.
There is never a way to recover what has been lost.
So little time to make this unbearable life whole again.
Walking among the dead gives her a sense of power and justice. The underground can smell
It and do not like it.
The air is filled with misery, yet she can breathe better her than in her real world.
She gets so alone sometimes that it just makes sense to her.
Raven is a soldier. Her body is her temple, her bunker where she can run for cover.
She gets mean at the obscene. Takes risks and lashes out.
The darkness is her friend. Her solitude.
Her time to take back what has been stolen from her. Her soul.
She decides if death is so scary then life can't be that bad.
Among the Dead Contest by Kristen Bruni
Oh, there are some hurts that nobody reckons
when a rush of rage, pain and revenge beckons
about a wanton act of mayhem and spiteful action,
In the silent nights it beckons, oh how it beckons
belying my irenic ideals, beliefs and just conviction.
Hesitant and much fretful I stood at the threshold
of a cordoned off bloodstained room, dolefully cold,
at this time a most dismal of moments and piteous
to wrap my head around this grim spectacle I behold,
My beloved and I lay bleeding—murders most vicious.
To find the one who committed this dastardly act
I vowed to exact vengeance, unravel one sole fact—
Towards my wife’s unfaithfulness was my hostility
It’s I who staged this scene of murder-suicide pact,
my suspicion was not without merit of her infidelity.
~5/12/18
~Premiere II contest by rob carmack
Transcended down from an established mind. A brainwashed thought is all there is to find. Trapped from all of societal bliss. He has commiserated to dethrone and enter the abyss. Horrid memories bank off his mind when he enters. This place fills up quickly with violent drug offenders. As a sheep in wolves clothing he enters the den undetected. If he gets caught he will be crucified, carted off and blooded. Innocence will have revenge.
The hunt commences, as well his revenge. What a horror show, such terror fills the smoke filled room. This is deaths tomb. A nightmarish plan blinks as he awaits to pounce. He is struck with a sudden jounce. Houses of sin are built in places like this. Death defying symptoms and ideas gives him an honored date for vengeance that cannot miss.
Tortured limbo washes over his need to reminisce. A decision to take the path of and the unbelievable helps him do at this. His revolutionary fist strikes, bones shatter, blood splatter from lonely evil that men do. His wraith succeeds, yet no closer to finishing his deeds, and he on to the needed clue. Still lying to receive doomed fate. Fury will be felt as he releases all of his hate. Balancing powerful lawlessness, his own justice is dispensed for his suspect will confess. The devilish villain washed off past slain love. Attention for justice is spared, as evil nears, a slow death will rain from above. Like a deep toxic wound his infectious ways are being sealed for good.
Desire to peacefully live, and having rid his life of past misfortunes helps him see the light. His wife’s name will no longer die in vain because of his vengeful reasoning on this bleak night. For the titan is dead, his retaliation helped him stay sane. This has become his number one slain. Murderous intent is no longer to gain. He had took aim and dethroned the homicidal pusher. His death cards made him a once sought after life butcher. Now he is the one who feels the wraith of the avenging loather.
Retaliation-the action of harming someone because they have harmed oneself, revenge~ protectionism invites retaliation—def it is what it is
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The beast Alhambra
roared a violent psalm
Vile conversos
horrid moriscos,
the heretic herds
A spear thrust into
our sun’s martyred ribs
Held in hateful grips
the yellow warblers
dripped in crimson sheen
Flying like Michael
the vengeful vassal
of Aragon’s decree
“O Torquemada
Hark the righteous call
King of Suprema
Execute them all!”
Cold unfeeling wretch,
the flesh guillotine
Teeth clicking sparks
lit endless pyres
Three made Seville
weep at the sight of Friars
Danger, danger all around...
Worldly tears came to rest at a long
measured affronted mournful breast.
In our heart's God's promised freedom
of country were shed many unnumbered tears...
A deadly reckoning, awakened many hidden fears.
T'was over three thousand deaths, had left to us all,
an enlargened painful cross to bear...
The whole free world has outburdened to all, a woeful,
saddened care.
This saddened burden was brought to bare...
Planely smokey, flame emblazoned twin buildings once stood
real proud and tall.
This pain filled catastrophe, ignited in America,
a much vengeful-freedom's call.
Vengeful Warrior ready to kill
Ghostly persona eyes fixed still
Demonic nature full of blood lust
His sword of death an item of trust
Pleasure he feels from the innocent screams
The power he grasps his moment of dreams
No apparent fear or remorse
His weapon awaits its destined course
Cold steel penetrates its victim with ease
This killer spreads his deathly disease
He prepares to inhale the souls of the dead
This cold warriors ritual his way to be fed
Nobody is safe from his devils instinct
Not once will he appear to take pity and think
He is lost in his world of punishment and torture
The taste he has acquired for unjust slaughter
So beware the Vengeful Warrior he could be after you
In his eyes your cold blooded death is a lifetime overdue
We braved the wave
Surfed her ferocious tides
Hold together in one hand
Help those in need
sitting stranded on roof-tops
Waiting to be rescued
For hope to come and restore
Our city to former glory
Every resident is ready,willing,and able
to share a unique chapter in this continuous story
Drowning?
NO!We do not know that despicable meaning
Everyone is shelter
Even though the buildings have temporarily lost private comfort
Love continues to grow
As the water-logged streets begin to silently recede
Passing through a Moment in Time
Recording the Bravery and the Sorrow of many
A ruthless -ITCH when she is angry and hungry
We all peered directly in her Eye
and repeated in unison..
SORRY TO DISAPPOINT,MY LADY
THIS CONGREGATION IS NOT YET PREPARED TO DIE!!
The World should not stop her revolving motion
For her Children will stand firm against an Angry Ocean
One path forever clear
It is a Fact that our Road will never disappear
Fate decrees
There is Paradise beyond the Yawning Seas
Criticism from the cynical few
Cannot stop the Giving within you
Grandparents will recall Katrina's point of view
and the victories that made us TOO
Dreams are borne from Humble Orphans
Kisses are wet but it came from The Good Woman's mouth
Celebrate Life
Her sincere meaning
One year later
Many Smiles,wide and gleaming
For WE ARE AWAKE
NO LONGER SIMPLY DREAMING!