Best Vices Poems
Powder dreams and acid queens
Snow white bliss and razor
blades
Rails so thick your heart will
bleed
Find your fix so you’ll succeed
Uppers, downers, sweet cocaine
Every demon has a name
All that matters is the fight
To stay alive and in the light
It hurts so bad right through the
core
You fear two words and that’s
coke whore
Cut so deep to feel alive
With every shot you build your
pride
The fiery rush and burning lust
Nothing else matters f*** their
trust
A slip, a fall is all it takes
To see you land back on your
face
The heart that breaks can’t take
no more
Your soul is gone thrown on the
floor
The pills you pop the smack you
shoot
The crack you cook the lines
you toot
The midnight toke that liquid
courage
That blissful coke won’t be
discouraged
Rapping, tapping on your door
Claiming your body take some
more
A stressful day a slip from grace
A couple more makes my heart
race
The walls cave in two worlds
collide
I wait in horror as my heart dies
A crash of sound a rush of red
Crimson tears are filled with
dread
The sirens fade and fall away
Too late for fate this ends today
Rainbows painted in the sky
White daffodils singing in the rain
Drops of dew glistening in the morning sun
Clear desert pools of cold spring water
Red plump strawberries nestled in green beds
Summer mountain meadows of grasses and blooming flowers
Golden stands of Aspen glowing in the setting sun
Scented pines and carpets of needles baring naked warmth
Autumn leaves of red yellow and brown fluttering in the waning sun
Thunder and lightening flashing banners across the sky
Flooding rains and hurricanes calling an end to summer
Silent snowflakes underneath dark fluffy clouds
Winters brown weeds standing tall and lean
Black mud oozing through naked feet
Dirty snow melting in the city streets
Dead stumps rotting in the ground
Marsh gas wafting up between your toes
Mosquitoes swarming after your eyes and nose
Clouds of flies feasting on earthly remains
I have a few vices for sure that I really love,
For example, I do adore a chocolate bar daily;
And well, of course there is coffee, a steaming cup,
Oh, then there are the cats, oh I love the cats.
The bar has to be dark and velvety chocolate,
And the coffee has to be with cream and sugar;
Well, the cats I must always have one or two of them,
And did I mention the shopping which is my hobby.
Oh yes, I do have a thing about shopping often,
It has nothing to do with necessity but desire;
I do love to shop for girly things and I have a system,
Because I like a bargain, I frequent second hand.
But, I think my biggest vice if you want to know,
Is poetry soup, oh yes, hours, hours I do spend;
Writing, viewing, commenting, and just happily dwelling,
My vices are not so bad, I don't smoke or do the drugs.
Oh did I mention the television watching that I love . . .
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November 9, 2015
Poetry/Narrative/Vices "I Love"
Copyright Protected, ID 725-009-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym
For the contest, A Vice You Love,
sponsor, Rob Carmack
Eighth Place
Any vice is a good device
for reclaiming a man from vice.
Volodymyr Knyr
2014
Villanelle: Hoist not the flag of your hidden vices
Hoist not the flag of your hidden vices
Wonder not why enemies pick on entrails
No foe will salute nor sing your praises
You cannot make curry without spices
Worst not enemies with cat o' nine tails
Hoist not the flag of your hidden vices
Enemies crop up as you throw dices
They hide in pockets and wear long tails
No foe will salute nor sing your praises
They even sport horns to cuckold spouses
Call you names while you look for holy grails
Hoist not the flag of your hidden vices
Enemies revel not in open spaces
Splice them only in their hidden entrails
No foe will salute nor sing your praises
Best enemies wallow in pungent sauces
Flapping from naked flag-poles stuck in jails
Hoist not the flag of your hidden vices
No foe will salute nor sing your praises
© T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017
VICES
Various types, kinds of
vices are destructive,
very bad. The person’s
views are changed, distorted,
virtues warped, life becomes
vicious cycle and dreams
vanish in the thin air.
5/5/21 Pleiades V Poetry
Kim Merryman
Checked: How Many Syllables
Rights and wrongs
Too entangled
A war is fine
Kill for peace
Unable to judge
As virtue just died
Love and hatred
Wrongly blend
Hate to love
Or love to hate
Sums up in hate
Self confused.
Lies and truths
Inseparable pals
Lying to live
Or living to lie
life so absurd
As credibility lost
Logic and myth
Rationale rare
Religion reins men
God an excuse
To suppress men
As evils rule minds
Love of hypocrisy
Love of murder
That pushes you into everlasting regrets
Love of jealousy
Love of envy
That brings you down to grass
Love of hatred
Love of backbiting
That destroy man unto his grave
Love of laziness
Love of dishonesty
That makes you beg for crumbles under your mates table
Love of greediness
Love of vices
That will never get you what you want
Love of selfishness
Love of downfall
That will lead to your death
Money has functions four
Exchange, value, deffered costs and store
It adds to more power in life
For more wealth, luxury and pride
Gold and perfume are assured
And our family future is secured
Yet more is aimed with lotto tickets
Put debit and credit cards in pockets
As most gifts are given in cash
And shopping is never a rash
Friends multiply as riches are abounding
But some try wicked dealings
With no thinking, no self-esteem
They can’t do right it seems
Cluttered mind, few do illegal vices
And render life fully febrile
Some of them forget past struggles
As they venture in race for more money
Their family life bungles
Till bad eyesight and bones are creaky
For they feel “others are better than me”
What sin they are through
Why do they not choose virtue
Try to be fair with money and family
And keep themselves up lawfully
From the Heavens, our vices seen,
stainless, expressionless, push wrinkled coy
cadavers...
Ancient goddesses sculpting, almost clinging;
diffident osseous perfection,
lest seeking lives,
each draping marble clothing,
don't mistake your depravity,
for a book or poem of your whole life,
-you scrawl yourself...
Steel sized love, pull hanging bodies;
to the grave, as mankind can only gaze,
at childish games...
Some gods,
cast in Melodrama's, on high sky castles,
not many know, a human will,-the architect:
can direct and compose, its Purpose...
i wash away the harmony
caught up in your grip
thirsty for a century
Freud told me id slip
house of empty bottles
mirrors obsolete
peers often meet
while Jekyll starts to sleep
cant bare to train my iris
a different strain of virus
a closer threat than isis
the under checked vices
hear me
im coming from a low point
tried to smoke an old joint
woke up saying oh boy
barefoot like tolstoy
recounting the many facets
opened up the faucet
morning time hospice
my body just an object
time lost thrown away
demon as a stowaway
nothing left for me to say
do i want a motorcade
bucked but i get back on
which way am i riding
sunsets only an hour
somewhere it has its rising
I writhe in ambiguity
Though the past would send their best
My will is lazily over-thrown
As I build my own gallows
I hit bedrock--
Yet still, frantically dig with more fervor
My mind is an empire on the brink of collapse
With Regret as my only ally
I threw my aspiration to the wolves
Dreaming is but a subtle luxury:
'My vivid hallucination of deceit'
Pawns have put my king in check
The side of life cries to me
I feverishly run to my grave
My heart is the product of my own dissent
Indeed, my own Intention mocks me
I am a puppet, sewn to these vices
Comfort escapes from me
My anxiety is the sum of a plethora of sins
So, when will I be written out of the story?...
glass to the lip,
then comes the tip,
the awful taste in your mouth,
burning all the way as it slowly tavels south,
keeping a straight face, i can't drink it to my health,
so since i'll never get it, i drink it to my future wealth,
shot after shot i just can't cut myself off,
gettin myself so belligerant i make stuck up ****ers scoff,
now don't get me wrong i'm not condeming this behavior,
all i wanna show is our habits can very easily replace our saviors,
because you never wake up happy after gulping feelings down,
you've just successfully numbed them with a night out on the town,
and as used to it as i am it takes a peice of me each time,
i was ready for a marathon, but it seems life's an uphill climb
glass to the lip,
then comes the tip,
the awful taste in your mouth,
burning all the way as it slowly tavels south,
keeping a straight face, i can't drink it to my health,
so since i'll never get it, i drink it to my future wealth,
keepin my head up has strengthened my shoulders,
thank god cause the weight on 'em, i'm carryin boulders,
so i find the ways to kill the pain, the easy way out,
but dealing with this game is just not what im about.
glass to the lip,
then comes the tip,
the awful taste in your mouth,
burning all the way as it slowly tavels south,
keeping a straight face, i can't drink it to my health,
so since i'll never get it, i drink it to my future wealth
Anger hurts the one whose angry,
More than you can know.
It grows and festers like a sore,
Till love no longer shows.
Hatred soon becomes the norm,
Because of hurts and slights,
Which took their place most often,
Just in our own sight.
Envy of your neighbors,
Envy of your friends,
Jealousy of others,
Where does it all end?
For many reasons why and how,
Our jealousy begins,
No matter what it hurts us all,
For envy is a sin.
Then there's Greed, another,
Which wounds us to the soul.
It keeps you from seeing,
All you already hold;
And Selfishness will rob you,
Of all that you hold dear.
You seek for satisfaction,
But grasp emptiness and fear.
These are just a few things,
For sure there's many more,
That will rule your mind and heart,
And burn you to the core.
Pride does go before a fall.
Deceit will bring you shame;
And lust for power, money, flesh,
Will tarnish your good name.
If you can't hold your head up,
Look your neighbor in the eye,
Your quality of life is gone,
And then your spirit dies.
You feel the quality of your life slowly slipping away
every moment of every hour of every day.
It has gotten to the point where it is way too late
to give up the vices which put you in this most unhealthy state.
Your liver is destroyed, your lungs barely work on their own,
and that annoying pain you once felt has grown and grown.
In this state, bed ridden for years you will lay
and it didn't at all have to ever play out that way,
but you surrendered to your vices, and now you must pay.