Best Venoms Poems
EVENING
Evening slipped out of the cave
Crossed the rock wall
And buried the city in soft kisses
Sun god‘s dripping soup
Gave her child a sunset glow
She went back to her cave
To sleep, to grow
NIGHT
Night birds on the prowl
Growl of dark panther
Unsteady footfalls of ghosts
Silhouetted trees
Cacophony of fledglings
Snakes ripe with venoms
Green eyed owl preening feathers
Deep in jungles fairies play
Near a lake moon sneaks in
Embers of childhood
Smoldering in deep.
Categories:
venoms, animal, bird, dark,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Sky weeps, I was collecting clouds
from stillness of the sea.
A snake again wants to kiss,
I am learning to die
in arms of spiral mirrors.
Cannot forgot the cheating of umbrellas.
The stings, the twists, the hollow breads.
Foams are submitting the venoms
on golden plates.
I grieve for the dignity of a hangman.
The retreat leaves the blood
on the stones. My house was burning.
Will you marry me ? I ask the dew
sitting on the grass. Don’t go
back to the sun.
A relentless bucket fills up, again
I am watching at the moon.
The icy sand, the fire, the heat.
Flowers will hunt the thorns
at rooftops of sleep.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
venoms, life, love, peace, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
Love is an infinite definition of how the mind, body, and soul work collectively for the greater good of the heart. Love is not an emotion; nor a feeling. It's justification that in this crazy world of ours life has a meaning. A reason to coexist in this universe. An answer for why we count the ways. Does she love me? or Does she love me not? Love is a compromise between what your eyes witness and what your thoughts perceive. You see; you can stare down beauty and at the same time think it will not fulfill your soul or grant you pleasure. Likewise, you may be disgusted by the sight of; but know it is the right kind. In the vagueness of its broad definition it is unpredictable. Yet it is the only power whom alone can cleanse the seven deadly venoms that sin our anatomy. Love is a decision. Shall I, wont I, may I, can't I. Its concept is understood, but in its usefulness is a paradigm you may never understand. Love is an action. You can say it but will you do it. The fire of turmoil; to fight for it will you go through it? Love is a continuous cycle of make ups and break ups. I love him, I hate her.
It's an infinite definition of how the mind, body and soul work for the greater good of the heart. Therefore, I feel sorry for the broken hearted because they're broken in their minds and shattered in their spirits. I feel joy for the kind hearted. Because, they have experienced what many have never
felt...A sure thing in an unsure universe, something true in a house of lies. And I admit, it's sad if they're the ones you know. Their happiness is murderous with your jealousy killing you slow...
Categories:
venoms, lost love, love, universe,
Form:
Narrative
I never knew those supple eyes
had a maelstrom of unkind desires
hidden in their peeps and tweets
I never knew your embraces
have such cruelest spites
the most unkind in the divinely design
The lips are no source of life either,
They birthed venoms spit death threats
conceived in the darkest shadow
In our search for pleasure
I never knew it will be a consort of pain
that erupts agonies even in my slumber
they say living fire can beget cold impotent ashes
you’ve become yesterday's hot fire
that begot today's cold ashes
and I wish we never met
Categories:
venoms, angst, betrayal, caregiving, conflict,
Form:
Blank verse
The Arsenic Sunset
Eden now knows what it meant
When corruption took flesh as a
Serpent—
For all things alien
Narrow to a tendril
A twist of black sap
A rune of bloody syrup against tissue-paper tides
Winking crudely among the starved sluggish currents
Of emerald and sapphire
Like a clay-red foaming artery.
A root seeking an oasis not yet tainted
Among jeweled whitecaps and glassy heat.
Eden now knows what it meant
When the urge to ruin something
Stole form as an apple
That could be devoured into
A constellation of seeds withered on your palm;
For the ruin of anything has a stiff-grained pleasure to it—
Not much separates a grimace and a smile.
The brackish wave
And black-slick shore
Ache—
With want, with memory
For the reign of a firmament not yet singed with sulfur breath
And a sky yet unbound by the rainbow venoms
That richen the arsenic sunset.
The thrum of myriad hearts
Sounds the confusion
And the agonal forward trudge
Of a world unfertile
Bathed in alien minerals, and haunted by
The loss of its oceans’ poetry.
Categories:
venoms, natural disasters, nature,
Form:
Free verse
the blinds die and end of story,
There is no story...What to talk about?
when there is nothing to talk !!
Keep the silence for the flowers.
and "The smell of lilies and Fridays
And as a target ...
the world among others and acts,
And did not hesitate and did not hesitate
Or low and does not get up ..
Or up as not to break...
And ... simulated and Kali, distressed
Or in the strange world,
of many twists or excursions
And the naked climbers,
unbelieving and amazed
Or sauces and visceras,Or ovens, volcano fumes
frozen diarrhea dung, or pride and pedals
The impossible or routes and fear?????
imprisoned more than the chains
? or fear is the prison. Yes. Fear paralyzes
Prison maybe ,small or maybe large
The Ethereal and Ephemeral game
and the castration ..give hollow of the actions and eruptions born ..
Why are they returning to the scene?
To the dry valey of tears ... where have feeling hurts?
And destinations ... unfortunate project ...
Burned in communion and the pipettes and the breezes
and anus in rockets and silos ...and not the sky or ceiling;
the Mare Eva, gave birth on ,rats and unclean from floods and sewers
Creating facebooks ... sample of the small muzzles
and kills them in eternity ..those chimpanzés from hollywood movies
Those revenge stories,stupid milks and veneric vessels,
... the end-of-the-century poisons,
By pissing on the millets...those invertebrates venoms,
and ruthless of mud and mire of an unnamed planet
Categories:
venoms, age, allegory, allusion, art,
Form:
Free verse
Anarchy is witnessed,
Strategy is called for,
Youthfulness is called upon,
Execution is on the roll.
Motivated by materialism,
The conscience is sold out
Indiscipline rules willfully, and
Fear is the air to breathe.
Scenes of violence all over
Generated by the “gods”
Yes, the "gods"and barbarians of the “science of power”
Leaving nothing but an eyesore
Venoms of influence are pryingly invited and spat out
Igniting a scene of social unrest, and
They sit in the comfort of their abode. Whilst,
Observation becomes the ally of their misdeed.
Horror is witnessed
Sorrow is the bitter taste.
Terrorism yet to be invited and
Saboteurs, oh yes, Political Saboteurs pry in their abode
Rationality conflated with conviction is consulted
Options are laid nakedly on the table
Complex is the choice to be made
Yet, a decision must be made.
Let them be combatant of their own combat.
By,
Augustine A. Harun Jnr.
AJ Harun
Categories:
venoms, political
Form:
Personification
Your eyes that foretells danger,
soulful charisma that boils my blood stream.
your walk on the valley of darkness.
way you are talked about, but unaware.
your really bad lip kiss, that's perfect for my life.
it mesmerising and captivating simultaneously.
it hazardous but prodigious spontaneously.
I shall die upon your set boundaries.
those you set when you gaze with that stare.
exposing my flesh to venoms,
my eyes to pythons,
and soul to evil,
all nothing compare to your beautiful terror.
I have wonder why it feels good to fall for error.
exploring this love feels like the grass beneath our bare feet.
like blood circulating through veins,
whilst tasteful bitterness designing our pains.
and a blind directing our ways.
I rather fall sleep on the back seat of the moving car.
than hit the wheel to direction that will lead to burning scar.
she's soul mate, if I betray her I die.
my soul mate, I lose her if I lie.
Categories:
venoms, angel,
Form:
Free verse
On our globe of life
Animal and plant
Protection for them
To us they grant
Venom's and poisons
To defend and deter
Whether scaled
Leafed or fur
Reactions can be
Ultimate and pain
As each delivers
To protect their name
The slow loris
Amazes us all
Poison and venom
In something so small
Bee's, nettles
Stingrays tail
Deterrents to us
Only humans assail
Incredible weapons
Gifted to them
Imagine if they
Were in the hands of men
Would we use them
For the human race
Or against each other
Once again lose face
On the leaf of the nettle
And the body of the bee
To the tail on the stingray
Is where they'll always be
Categories:
venoms, animals, nature, people
Form:
Rhyme
Shall I say I have known the arms already—known all
I don’t need the eternal note of sadness before I believe you...
I’ve walked in the night-wind with its roar
carried dreams on the back on this darkling plain
yet, I never knew those supple eyes
had a maelstrom of unkind desires
hidden in their peeps and tweets
I never knew your embraces
had such cruelest spites,
the most unkind in the divinely design
The lips are no source of life either,
they birthed venoms spit death threats
conceived in the darkest shadow
In our search for pleasure
we never knew it will be a consort of pain
that erupts agonies even in my slumber.
Beneath the giant lady Liberty I stand confused
about the road to the land of dreams……
They say, living fire can beget cold impotent ashes
you’ve become yesterday's hot fire
that begot today's cold ashes…….
Hmmm, wish we never met
Categories:
venoms, africa, betrayal, black african
Form:
Ballad
A lot of praise and admiration,
Kisses
on my forehead
pecks
on my cheeks
I got when I was a wind-bud of innocence
one by one the drops of rain
blown away
by the bankrupt wind
the full pant
drew a lot of curiosity and criticism
: when
I was looking at the watch
it laughed ,
the tide lashed out ,
now I find myself thrown out
under crook and clumsy seductive adolescence.
Head down
Straight paths turn into snakes ,
inhale
venoms in the air
the taste of my senses turned sour
unknown pricks
the soul is heavy and restless ,
The world appears suffocated ruthless.
Now and then
, sentiments creep in ,
cool like hot wind blowing around
,I do not know how to warm my heart
and cool my mind,
easy life becomes hard, thinking gone absurd,
depth less burning, calm less itching titillation
insatiable desire, and unreal imagination,
fear-guilty-under morality-frozen blood
Reason-logic floats tumultuous overturn
vessels in the flood,
volcanic eruption crave quivering,
crazy emotions all are thrilling!
How to cope,
where to turn,
is easy life forever gone?
Categories:
venoms, childhood,
Form:
Free verse
Always on a razor’s edge
In the loony cage
Now opening this window
Now closing that
Now busy at this arrow
Now tackling the aching marrow
For the sweet bones moves the cat
The wolf seeks to shift
From old veins to a fresh rainbow
Comes up the superintendent
(As the psychoanalyst says)
The disguise is recognizable
The fruit of social venoms is terrible
Dusk or dawn
The train therefore pulls on
With the chores floors sores roars galore
Profound rubbish
Calling for the female cannabis
Kisses without kinesis
Daily travesty of compulsive synthesis
No beak and obviously no peaks
Same old debris and I can take it no more
It’s bloody hell
Better to regress to the cat
In an empty flat
__________________________________________________________
May 31, 2016
For Desperate Housewife – Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A
Categories:
venoms, animal, anxiety, conflict, confusion,
Form:
Free verse
Mother told a story yesterday
of how poets die in black penury
she said I won't be a pretty poet
as my dreams dance on my ink
"Poets are mirror of deceit and pain
craving beyond the debris of life
over my dead body will you be one!"
she pulled down the heaven on me!
a woman is a country of many colours
the hearts of men are far country
we are all students of life, learning
even the masquerade has a date,
a date to join their ancestors beyond
hold your tongue to your bosom
fate knows whose palm wealth will
be planted sooner or later by nature.
You will be raped by darned darkness
fed by junks of insanity lurking by...
a teary gland shall emerge, right in
the bosom of your myopic despair shall
you live by your sorrow like an oiled
orchestral stammerer down the street
father raged holding my LLB firmly
like pixels collection from a twisted
camera abandoned by a loner.
writers are mirrors connected to reflect
this world filled with broken stanzas
if my fears are not for my brothers and
my sisters and for Nigerians chains...
I will leave my hope dashed in the air
tilt this morning with the eyes of the night,
we will dice this moon for hand
on the paupers animated series of life.
Aduke birthed venoms last year for you
Chioma made your tears red images
words are like Sunbeams, the more they
are condensed the deeper they burn!
demise of a poet, no one seem to notice
in your domain,you don't expect praises
if a kingdom falls,there are several others
to replace it while you rot calmly.
Poetry pays but its a business of the Elites,
a trade not meant for children!
Shakespeare name is still carved on the
body of the sky, his head still seen today.
what is penny without a route in life?
Poets are pauper to their testy tongue!
Father, leave me to my dreams to perish
alone, even if evil calls for good,
I will stand as one poet and always will.
let the traces of a saint be kept in peace
let the shining armor of a poet glitter
becoming another star is not a sacrilege
Poets are not broken and shattered dust
this musing muse is only our spirits;
a spiritual elixirs to the clay world
we are crops, the worldcover, ladders
let the ways of poets be kept, we are
not paupers on the street begging for meat.
Yours Poetically,
©John Chizoba Vincent
Categories:
venoms, art, career, depression, desire,
Form:
Ballad
It’s okay to be nervous
But there’s no need to fight
When colors flow inside of shapes
You have taken flight
Directions will be pointed
But you’re flying much too high
Caterpillars may inhale smoke
But eat plants to Butterfly
Put that in your pocket
It’s still too soon to see
Calm child, your only worry now
Is how to Drink More Tea
It is the glue that binds us all
Like a Milky Way of toads
Not all venoms taste so sweet
Not all Big Bangs explode
For this place holds a balance
Despite its ever scattering mess
The brightest stars super nova
Within their ego deaths
The implosion of undertow left
Is so dense that it is black
Inside of it light cannot escape
And that’s your beacon back
Now we’ve reached a point
And would you look at that
You’re looking more and more like me
And I a Cheshire Cat
You’re getting so much bigger
And the hang of this place
You’ve eaten the right mushroom pieces
And now you want to race
But before you venture off
And go be on your own
I must forewarn not all that live here
Want this fabric sewn
See while this place’s purpose
Remains to figure out one’s toll
There exist a house of cards
That aims to take control
And if they knew the things I’ve told you
Already I’d be dead
I can still hear the shriek of her voice
Screaming “Off with his head!”
They torture us inside the courtyard
For being who we are
For contemplating philosophy
And expanding minds too far
They’ve found a way to take our treats
And replace them with their tarts
They are boy and girl, but not like us...
The king and queen of hearts
The famous duo and powerful friends
Only want control
You’ll find them at the very bottom
Where demons infect your soul
See, the tarts they manufacture
Once you try you cannot stop
White coated hares recommend them
While their masters sit on top
Once you’ve tasted just a few
For an even smaller amount of time
You can no longer live without them
No matter how many times you try
And once you’re on their hooks
They take away your life
Drug to the courtyard to be judged
More pain, agony, and strife
But it’s at this point you should realize
Before you hear her shout
That I warned you of all this
And have told you the way out
Just reach deep in your pocket
If the situation becomes grotesque
And if you figure it out you’ll know
Why a raven is like a writing desk
Categories:
venoms, addiction, analogy, drug,
Form:
Rhyme Royal
I have played drums
I have played Premier England
Right here in our land
I have played Tamar Drums
I have played talking drums
I have played conga
Yes I have played drums
With every drums come different feelings
The feelings that can only be explained in the spiritual realm
Yes I have used drumsticks
And of course I have broken drum sticks
No matter how expensive
Tovaste, Nova, Premier England
Yes I have used and dump drumsticks
And of course I have torn venoms
But then, I still remain a drummer
A drummer with passion
Like wise I have fallen in love
I have aimlessly been to the city of love
But I have fallen every time for the wrong person
Until I fell for you
And your love seems sweeter
Sweeter and better
Much more better than even Bver
Not complicated like Alpha Beta
Or tiring like SOH CAH TOA
But unlike drums
I want to be with you
And only you
I don't want to use and dump you
I don't want to tear your venom
Maybe not yet
I don't want to loose you
I don't want to break your heart
All I want to do is to love you
Love you passionately
Till the end of times
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Categories:
venoms, boyfriend, girlfriend, love,
Form:
Free verse