Best Villain Poems
Villain Unmasked
In odd places the Villain appears,
In the right places he disappears-
On merry moments then re-appears.
For, such is the habit of a Villain
Who enjoys to inflict carnal pain
Yet, scarce and elusive to be slain.
He contorts in a fearsome grimace
Ogling timid children on the face
Their infantile courage to displace.
Crawling like a famished beast,
Beating and flexing scaled breast;
He mulls on how to enjoy the 'feast'.
Where children are happy at play,
Ugly features at once are on display
To throw everyone into disarray;
Face clad on an fearsome hood,
Picks and chases them in the wood
To eat the abandoned Picnic food.
He cast to innocent people a spell
By urinating in the clean water well
Sickness to ring the death knell.
No wonder, he flies on black garb
Wielding the sword or his barb-
Voice, tearing the air with rhubarb!
His throaty laugh is deep, not mild
He groans and growls loud and wild
To shudder man, woman and child.
Between two lovers having sex
Suddenly, he re-appears to perplex
By disturbing, disrupting the reflex!
To the crafty potter kneading hard
He disrupts Industry and its reward
By breaking everything to shard.
Villain and his cruel art of stealth,
Art of disrupting another's wealth
Peace, Happiness and his health;
Art of appearing in places so rare
Schism, fear and confusion to flare
Peace, harmony, stability to scare;
One day he will know that his art
And foible of scare is not so smart-
He will be impaled by a holy heart!
blocked mid-
voicemail. last words
self-care
You never meant anything to me anyway.
If I twist my wrist and thrust it down,
I flick my hips and slip away.
If I smash my forearm into your grill,
this is how I get my thrill.
You never meant anything to me anyway.
I am just a player, playing for fun.
But when I begin to play for money,
I flick my hips and slip away.
Sometimes, brutality and reality collide.
Brothers and players stand side by side.
You never meant anything to me anyway.
Well-off fans and super-rich owners,
to the players, are nothing but donors.
I flick my hips and slip away.
The players always give their all,
but always are expendable.
You never meant anything to me anyway.
I flick my hips and slip away.
I’ve listened to stories of every kind,
Of heroes and villains, of friends left behind.
I’ve read all the books and watched all the shows,
Where the heroes are good, and the villains oppose.
But what if the hero isn’t always good?
What if the villain is just misunderstood?
The stories are told by the people that won.
What if they just want the losers undone?
The winner always tells the tale of the fight,
But this doesn’t mean that the facts are all right.
The loser is given a bad reputation
because we aren’t told the whole situation.
I’ve always pitied those deemed the “bad guy”.
Some are just victims whose patience's run dry.
Others are just trying to protect those they love.
Does this mean we should put everyone else above?
If we could only see the entire story,
It might not be the winner that goes down in glory.
So before you judge a villain like the cover of a book,
You should try to dig deeper and get a closer look.
The past worst distraction for the future
No remedy to stop the yearn for an adventure
Here once again so heavily breathing
In my mind so deeply I'm dreaming
So far away is excitement from my feelings
No longer do I listen to these teachings
Another hero has died once again
As the villain grand rise starts to begin
A endless story without an end
High on your horse with hypocrisy in mind
Searching for any probable cause of some kind
No meaning to any lives lost or saved
Personal gratification we all so craved
Now is gone from everywhere but our memories
Once were our closest friends now only enemies
Stuck between heaven and hell such a thin line
That has become much weaker over passed time
Now the time rang to change who I remain
Now I'm forced to go farther truly insane
Guilty one
Capable of gross wickedness
A vile wretch
A scoundrel
A rascal
Unprincipled character
4/30/17
Underneath what they consider lunar
Don't care if your name is super
So much for your future
And all of the rumors
There is nowhere you can go to outmaneuver
When I turn into Krueger
Take you out before the sound of the rooster
Whether or not on the computer
Or a scooter
Oh well that just makes one fewer
I don't care if you can't appreciate my humor
I come from the sewer
Not much of a snoozer
But a heavy duty boozer
Warning
Night and morning
The rage accumulating and forming
Before, during and after storming
In and out of areas with bugs that continue swarming
Feeling like Rick and not so much Morty
The temperature below, above or at the forties
In and out of different territories
Near and far from quarries
Coming in like Vorhees
It doesn't matter if you heard all the stories
Because nothing can prepare you for me
Considering that we all fall in different categories
And carry our own inventories
Mine can make it gory
Yours are empty normally
For you it just may end up horribly
Drawn out or ending shortly
I don't care about the glory
Or so called purgatory
A simple and friendly reminder
Don't have on your blinders
Think wiser
At elevations lower and higher
On foot or tires
Looking like Myers
In and out of areas devastated by fires
Above and below telephone wires
With a pair of pliers
Ready to eliminate any liars
Leaving behind no traces or fibers
Tried to go after me, but instead
He was caught, and pissed the bed
As it was off with his head
When I was Pinhead
Could be worse or better
More or lesser
Something that would do you some good to remember
Before I lose control of my temper
And become Lecter
Against whomever
Thinks their clever
Whenever
During any weather
The surrounding suddenly became redder
Not concerned about opinions
A one man army on a mission
They wanted to give me a million
Endless medical prescriptions
And to persuade me with religion
But I wouldn't give in or listen
Because I am a villain
By: Dalton Ogletree
"Fly"
Enigma
Out of nowhere
his voices arrived
He thought he’d
write a poem
Senryu
get the In to the Outside
Simple magic
3 lines
Mind erect
his smalls itched
freeze
dried
His mind CPTSD
crying lied
Laughing outside
he watched his inside
Hanging unwanted questions
out on the literary clothes line
snapped tight then closed
by all the wooden clothes pegs
crying
no colour in their lines
bingo
POTD delivered
applied
He’s dressed in
Gold Lamé
Sacrificial
bright
But they spit him out
he’s too Blue dyed
Easy
release
he came for a while
he cried
They nodded knowingly
they smiled
He was an Anomaly
Not part of their mouse-clicking pride
They all wanted
a pretty reliable Relatable
just like them
Tie-Dyed
He was an annoying
buzzing fly
Less than equal
they ignored his
Soul
Sigh
He was a treasure box of pearls
spilling before swine
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
"Joker"
https://youtu.be/uzWv8m-it3Q
"Vision & Fury", humanising the Villain
https://youtu.be/cKpjCJlZViQ
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Shame has no fancy stroking
I write this tale with a bleeding pen and choking heart
For the character is a braggadocio person
A villain who wore his blinders like flamboyant apparel
Wouldn’t see the truth
It hurt his jaundiced eye he would say
And so he pretended the masses loved him
And if his deaf ear could open
He would hear the whispers of their acrimony
The sizzling embers of their rage
The ones he bruised and would not care
Clothed in rags and derided like his marionettes
But they saw his strutting nudity
A villain; a rascal; a buccaneer
Donned in suits of the white men he abhorred
Drunk in power that gave him his blindness
Bob the plunderer would not see or hear
That his end was nigh
And like the grime he was
To grime he would forever lie
And the nation he once raped
Shall piss on his rotting grave.
No one knows his name…
He is a villain though his back looks pitiful
because he walks with a limp; nevertheless, to hide his complex—one leg is shorter than the other, he bathes with innocent blood and quenches his thirst with the breath a malignant spirit exhaled.
He dethroned his father to gain power.
He devoured his own offspring to satisfy his insatiable appetite.
He chopped ‘Present’ off with an axe sharpened with a stone
named ‘Past,’ and stamped on it with his limping leg, to make sure
that uncertain ‘Future’ would never be able to germinate.
You who survived today somehow,
should go to bed with the prayer for tomorrow as the sun goes down.
People step out from their homes with hope because the sun rises.
They get to their work place to earn a day’s living. They step into the manmade order, the gears, and after all the day’s skidding and crushing in the gears with missing teeth
they stop by a tavern, on the way home to relieve the day’s stresses,
where the glasses of booze are filled with drifting ripples.
It may be a blessed moment.
For ‘Present’ is granted in a light-headed haziness
from a few shots of whiskey; they see distorted yesterdays
and twisted tomorrows, and as the happy mood deepens
the comets with long tails crossing the skies fall into the little universe;
the glasses they hold in their hand.
As stars fall,
the limping Cronus hurriedly enters the tavern
and brandishes the axe to chop the happy drunkards’ heads off,
because he was left out in cold by the drunkards, who were in a happy mood.
Note: 1. Titan Cronus and personified chronos-time, are used as synonym 2. Cf: Goya. Saturn [Cronus] devouring one of his children
In her ivory tower, she was raised,
A sheltered child, a life of ease,
But Alice's tale, Lorina's heart had seized,
Her mind now set on a different phase.
Married at twenty to a man much too old,
Her life as a trophy wife grew stale,
And so she plotted, her heart gone cold,
Her husband's demise she'd avail.
With her inheritance, she set out to be,
The White Rabbit, a villainous spree,
Robbing fast-food joints, with hi-tech toys,
Spider-Man and Frog-Man, she'd often annoy.
But one day, a Kwikkee Burger spat,
Refusing to serve her breakfast repast,
She beat them up, two cops arrived,
And Judge Elkhart's son, poor Dan, he died
Elkhart sought revenge, in the courtroom,
He shot Dodson, a thundering boom,
A court reporter died, and in the hare came,
Her giant rabbit mech, saving her name.
The Terrible Two, with Walrus by their side,
They caused havoc in Brooklyn, no longer tied,
To clumsy matches with amphibians, they sought,
Vengeance, with the help of the ones they'd caught
But Spider-Man, Leapfrog, and Frog-Man too,
Defeated them, their victory in view,
White Rabbit resurfaced, with new help in tow,
But Mad Hatter and Dormouse were there just for show.
Grizzly and Gibbon stopped her bank heist,
She tried to ransom them, but they didn't bite,
Bombing the city, demanding five billion,
Spider-Man and his team stopped her, just winning.
She fell for Arcade, his deathtrap design,
Kidnapping Wolverine and Black Cat, he'd be fine,
But the heroes they won, leaving Arcade and her,
Abandoned in Savage Land, whining loudly as churr.
Joining Hood's Gang, she fought for more power,
Against Mister Negative, she never did cower,
But dealing in drugs, an effort foiled by M. Jane,
White Rabbit, was defeated once again.
March 22, 2023
Marvel Superheroes Supervillians and Superanimals Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
It happens most nights
When evil is near
Something takes over
And I’m not here
Everything goes dark
And I lose my human desire
I turn to bone
I’m engulfed in fire
With my steel chain
And my Penance stare
The demons I’m hunting
Had better beware
The Devil cursed me
With a blood sealed stain
To vanquish the demons
And cause me pain
I’m the peacemaker
The evil decider
I walk this Earth
As the Ghost Rider
If you cross my path
And have done wrong
I will send you to Hell
Where you belong
February 23, 2023
Marvel Superhero or Supervillain 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Robert James Liguori
There stood a witch stirring her cauldron, old and pocked, she was quite the gorgon;
And that malicious crone did her wicked work for the Devil:
Satan, that King of all vile sins, who smiles with his beastly grin.
In went bitter mugwart to kill the wastrel
In went her special ingredient, a pinch of fresh witch-hazel.
Then that witch cackled!
Ginger, Spider legs, Eye of Newt, Unicorn Blood, and Bat's Head Root.
A handfull of yarrow to make him tremble.
And finally three pickled slugs, to kill him via poisoned blood.
When she was done, he'd be nothing more than spectral,
And then she could finally win her battle!
And again she cackled!
As she gazed in her crystal ball, she saw the future that would befall.
How trilling was killing; the king dead in his castle.
The king who so wronged her! That crook! That pest! That rascal!
He would pay for breaking her heart, it was TRUE evil.
She cried not cackled.
This poem is based around the structure of Edgar Allen Poe's The Raven.
Low flying plane
Cloudless sky, bright blue
Steel clashing, burning orange
Cloudless no more, smoke fills the sky
Thick, gray, rolls through the city
Much more than a tragedy
3,000 deaths
Millions affected
Billions left with a dark memory seared in their minds
By the hands of one, and
A search begins
War, oil, money
What are we really fighting for?
A man, a coward, a villain
A decade of suffering mentally,
The pain lies in the gaping hole of our hearts
And is filled, with the demise of
America’s villain
I see you hurt
And there's nothing I can do
Oblivious and self involved
Yet aware of the pain i'm causing you
Because I am the villain
Because I am the bad guy
So wrapped up in my own agenda
Knowing i'm the one who makes you cry
I'm standing here numb and guarded
Preparing to walk away
While you lay there cold and wounded
Begging me to stay
And because i'm the murderer
I've killed your heart
I've left you the victim
Wondering if you will ever restart
Deep inside I feel regret
For hurting you so
But never will I look back
Always forward I will go
For I am your villain
I have ruined your hope
I choose to leave you empty
But secretly I pray you can cope
I must pursue my life
Villains have needs too
Even though I may be bad
I still deserve something true.
03-14-08