Best Vicious Poems
to be immortal
strange wish for the human race
history repeats
lessons misplaced by culture
still---war supersedes logic
© Harry J Horsman 2022
He laid on that cold bathtub lonely and sobbing
looking at his scars and crying
like a baby bawling
But you couldnt see his tears
for all the water falling,
no one heard his voice
except the dealers he was calling.
Kale Brereton
January 19, 2019
Shall we
grate hours in tinge of pale?
Dear Life, let me request,
The tiny stars to dance away
Above the moonlit crest.
Yet longing hands and warm embrace
Can't fill his icy space--
How one-way is this love
As I go falling out of grace.
4/10/2016
Silent One’s Contest
Images That Make You Think #2
I haven’t been here in a while
At this point in my life that is.
The point where something great becomes misconstrued
more filled with angst instead of jovialness.
Shot through the heart:
Bang.
It hurts me to be here, hurts me to say this
But I would rather kill it, dissipate it
Then let it continue; I know I’d hate it.
I’d rather be preemptive, stay ahead.
To avoid the potentially hurtful aftermath
It’s the type to grip you by your soul and
make you want to O.D during a bubble bath.
This is just to let you know how hard it is.
It’s hard because there’s so much invested
If any shots come my way I understand;
As it seems to hardships I no longer feel the need to contest it;
It’s a love hate type of thing.
I hate that you may think the love was not all it could’ve been,
Yet we both know through hardships we made it, but this is now and that-
That was then.
No need for animosity we’ve agreed to drink in friendship responsibly
And if the time comes again where everything is lined up for both of us
Then I guess I won’t need the help of E-harmony.
This is not to say by any stretch that it is expected
or that you owe me anything by any means
but our present time is past, that’s the way the future makes it seem.
This is a divorce of sorts as are all relationships
No one courtship is perfect and this one’s included in that statistic
So despite what everyone around you might say
(Those opinionated idiots)
And even despite what your anger may make you think
We sailed on love, hurdled every obstacle, made impossible possible
But to perpetuate, a lack of being affectionate, is highly illogical.
Mix in the emotions we both possess and things become highly volatile.
We just need to get back to the basics, start anew,
With our eyes on the future with pens not pencils
There won’t be a need to erase it.
Purple Guinea Pig
Growl growl bite bite goes the guinea pig
As she rips out your fecking throat
The fierce guinea pig purple in colour
Not to be fecked with or name called
She'll hunt you down and kill ya!
And talks like a real American
The purple guinea pig who growls
Straight from the chest
Hear her and you're screwed
Get ready to be eaten
Purple guinea pig style!
CC 191 2020
JIMMY BOOM SEMTEX
Rudeness at places of work is a terminal cancer
That reduces and kills productivity
Promoting the dancer
Who feels her rudeness proclivity
Resembles a godsend in her way of thinking
Equating its futility to putting in a full day’s shift without any proof
That rudeness despite its inkling and tinkering
Adds to long faces among colleagues whose home roof
Undergoes strain victims of rudeness export home where their rudeness
Hurts family members who in turn unleash
Their reverse rudeness to kill at home happiness
Inspiring butts of rudeness to dish
Out the taste of the rude message
To new victims enlarging the cycle by tit for tat
Until time passage
Widens the rudeness culture making it so fat
It recruits new rude members
Consolidating and spreading the rudeness epidemic
Insulating no one, hurting everyone to fan embers
That burn, burn, burn and burn so that rudeness no comic
Spares. Then, people wonder why so much rudeness flies about
Crashing good manners, killing decorum
Until a wisecracker reminds the person who in the first instance thought her rudeness clout
Despite a dose of rum
Contaminates and hurts more and more
Unless everybody makes it their business
To observe good manners and tenets of politeness in folklore
Then and only then can a rude-free society exist, pouring boundless happiness bereft of rudeness.
Ghastly sights on the day of the dead frighten me,
Zombie ghouls from the grave will arise from afar
With a howl and a scream sodden ghost running free
Come the fear of dying ‘neath the moon and the star.
On a cold October autumn night keeping watch,
Lest the hand of the witch grab my leg, drag me down
From the rags of my shirt, a demon takes a swatch
I do fear nasty grins of the mime-painted clown.
Vicious haunts of the dead still doth lurk in shadows
Like the pall of one corpse from the hole ever near,
The poor soul freely hangs from old wooden gallows
While I flee like a thief in the night out of fear.
From the depth of my grief here on earth, you hear it,
The deep sighs of my past are still here in spirit.
Written October 17, 2022
[an English-style Sonnet
14 lines of 12 syllables each]
Submitted to "All Hallows' Evening" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Craig Cornish
POEM OF THE DAY
Poetry Soup
October 19, 2022
While
The righteous fight against Evil having as their weapon, only, the Word of our Lord,
The vicious fight against Good using all vengeful weapons the Evil could provide!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
11 June 2022
She traces a litter of rising stars;
while exploring a place blissful within--
or even feel a desire to extend a timeline
where vicious crimson cells invade
those mounds of chalice breasts, uninvited.
And a once vibrant energy grows frenetic ,
nearly withering from the changed biopsy of
a frame now boney, lightly skeletal
from a hostile tumor raging within Reena’s veins.
Yet, she crawls uphill , this woman warrior
of a hiker… steadily focused on reaching
the mound’s crest, undaunted by lumped pain
as soft tears glitter upon those thinning cheeks.
Grappling with a second -stage notice,
her limbs wobble in exhaustion, her fingers
cold at the same time eager: treading on, I
watch my friend dressed in bald crown, facing
this combat between towers of hope and despondency.
My breath weeps inside. Reena smiles and blinks at me
like an advancing star.
Topic Of Cancer for Craig Cornish
6/20/2019
spewing
vicious venom
from ruby lips
AP: 3rd place 2022
Posted on October 4, 2018
The Vicious Wicked Cuts Of Dead Dreams And Reality
The lake, its long, wide sandy beach, called to me
urgent messages, saying feel this in my seeking heart
cryptic signs, splashing in stormy moonlit swells
that vision, that jewel, pure beauty walking on water
a ravenous goddess sent to Love and set me Free-
not the courage for which my prayers had begged
nor that massive strength this body so dearly craved
not even the power to deny death's grip, its final knock
just her and a body that drove this soul stark, raving mad
her lustful body and a kiss that had slain lost empires-
how could I such exquisite treasure ever dare to deny
refuse its promises, gentle touch and enticing smiles
its moans and solemn promise of happiness to come
vows that swore eternity would be our bountiful reward
and how each new dawn our bed would be our golden palace-
then the calls stopped, the waters dried and searing pain
falling heartfirst into a deep, dark and roaring void
the vicious cuts and stings that ate into crackling bones
dreaded nights of agony's loss, icing large poisoned cakes
and daybreak with its dying moans of soul ripping lights-
the goddess, the lake, the beach all had just disappeared
and from the new abyss, came that horrible beast named Reality-
R. J. Lindley,
May 27th, 1976
Dark verse,
( When The World Delivers Its Most Heartbreaking Blows )
When will she ever learn?
That mending a broken glass
Much like a broken soul
Then give it back to the breaker
Will only ever result in the same situation
Haven't years of sitting in a physics class ever taught her anything?
An experiment done in same unchanged circumstances
Will always result in the same conclusion
The conclusion in this case being:
It doesn’t matter if hopes and tears are shed,
Immeasurable trust won’t save her in the end.
The multitude of hopes
That something, anything might change ever
A hope to which she holds no control over
And a thought to which she’ll always be last
She allows it
To be broken and devoured in pain in a vicious cycle
Over and over and over
In hopes, faith?
That one day, maybe some day
It’ll stop hurting
Not stop breaking, not merely heal
But ever so simply, painstakingly stop hurting.
Pushed to the edge by reality, yes, these verses will stifle.
A revolving door always present; New York City....Vicious Cycle.
This is a poem about the hardships, and monotony of this age
The world unchanging in its essence....many problems to assuage.
Why is our purlieu in such predicaments, the morass so intense?
It seems the fire has been extinguished; in other words we've acquiesced.
Hallways, alleys, subway stations/where the weak and troubled roam.
Considered dross by our society, that's why the streets became their home.
Our youth in dire straits, how can they be redeemed?
High school dropouts, teenage suicide, and for meth my brothers fiend.
Homeless people are anathema; we seldom love the poor…
New York City...Vicious Cycle....where daily living is abhorred.
A nimbus cloud, can't see the acme/ Where Then Can Love Be Found?
The cacophony breaks the silence; the voice of weeping does resound.
Welfare parents in a quandary, just barely scraping by.
Elderly people doing no better...though receiving S.S.I.
New York City....Vicious Cycle, spreading like a deadly cancer.
Minority children disenfranchised; drug dealing is their answer.
Boys and girls, young and pretty/ jailbait, nowhere to run.
A perfect target for a pedophile; their tender lives have just begun.
Dark specters in every borough; people lost and living trifle.
Eight million stories, naked truth...New York City...Vicious Cycle.
A Venus shape, the Men go Ape:
tender, slender, svelte!
So toned and taut, her treasure sought-
by far, the best they've felt!
Inviting lips, come hither hips,
her silhouette in waif.
Vixen curves and kitten purrs...
no male, of course, is safe.
Invictive
Licentious Offense - Vilify Emotions
Yielded Offer Unveiled
Becoming Ugly Theatrics
In Contentious Another New Terrible
Humorous Accusation - Violent Explosion!
Yelling out! - Understood.
Intruding
Losing over violent escapes
You’re often unavailable
Because unappreciative Terror
I could ask nefarious timing
How addictively vicious – enticing
Yellow Optics Uncanny
Dec. 5th/9th 2014
Written By J. Thornton