Best Villains Poems
I remember the days I was like Dracula
Lonely, and sucking peoples blood!
The life force of my victims,
Now that I've realized my true purpose!
Im kinda like Batman saving society at the darkest times,
No jokers just the riddler!
Solving complex codes
Messages from the unknown,
Mr strange- Mr. weirdo just saved
Gotham from its strange outcomes.
Alien invasion:
The intrusion of friends In my work,
Hard work no pay; just more will
More fire: I go supernova,
Writing for justice
The path of righteousness,
Superman and wonder woman's,
The Flash: the lightning of the heart
The light rod of the right hand,
Knowledge so bright:
It bursts through my eyes,
So I wear sun glasses like Cyclopes,
A freak show,
Welcome to Charles Xavier academy for the special,
A mutant fighting for humanity!
The irony behind the talented and the wicked,
So I never stop practicing even though this comes naturally,
Attracting medals and propelling bullets
I'm Magneto: casting magnetic force fields and blocking all hate speech!
I'm the shine: blasting across the Pleiades
Like Silver Surfer- travelling the cosmos,
Conquering planets like Galactus
Searching for more dreams: those gems!
I'm Thanos I wield the universe,
My imagination: altering reality
From the norm to the impossible
Call me Dr Strange-healing
life through metaphysics and alchemy,
learned sorcery from ancient tablets
Humming runes and invoking shadows,
My many bodies of armor: The Iron Man
A nerd to the folks who don't
understand my study of science;
and a humongous ego
To the people who see my dreams-
I go hulk and I smash the abominations,
Haters and enemies be big in numbers
But I have my friends:
The Avengers cheering me on,
more love and more will power-
kinda like Green Lantern fighting Sinestro
Man the envy! But I'll save the world,
My dreams in this battle of self.
A barrister tottering through alleys of London,
Alcohol-shamed when espied;
Slinking home at four in the morning,
To a pillow of tears never dried.
Sidney Carton's the wretch whom others denounce,
He groans at his puffy, ruined face in the mirror;
Daring not to yearn for dreams long abandoned,
Departed down whiskey-dulled rivers.
Still from eye's corner notes he the resemblance
To erstwhile hero, Charles Darnay:
That dashing Frenchman who's captured the heart
Of the woman for whom Carton secretly prays.
So, milking that resemblance for all it is worth,
Carton offers up his life, brutish and mean,
Inserting his own head, instead of Darnay's,
'Neath the knife of 'Madame Guillotine.'
When sure of morality down here on Earth,
We suddenly uncover confusion,
Villains prove heroes and heroes mere villains:
Is Certainty but an Illusion?
I'm hut.
In Ancient,
I was the perfect
Breeded by palms cut.
In my belly everyone liveth
When the villains wants to hurt
But now unlike then, I'm left with folks
Wisdom came to my people to make a difference
Little of their sweet talk I was belittled,so helpless
I am your HOME, your SHIELD, everyone care less.
Though I could lost the best but know i'm the first
What am I to you? That's the only question I'd left
Is it just a drawn triangle on a square box length?
Let the world know I am this!! written in concrete
Yea, I am the Hut, I was left alone, I am well hurt.
So let me get this straight
(if I can use that word
in a totally non-offensive way)
Jack and Jill now get bottled water
Delivered.
Little Bo Peep
Keeps her sheep on leash
And cleans up after them.
The Three Billy Goats Gruff
And the troll
Play Bridge
The Ugly Duckling
Can no longer identify
As a Swan
Hansel and Gretel
Take the “witch”
To the spa
For a steam and sauna
Little Miss Muffet
Moved her tuffet
To a “spider free” zone
The “Big Bad Wolf”
Is now with “IT”
Trouble shooting
Grandma’s laptop
After installing 5G
Internet access
For the Three Little Pigs.
And the Three bears
Take Goldilocks
To IKEA.
John G. Lawless
©3/29/2023
Gargoyles of deepest night in an island strangest
Preys of mangled bodies they can't digest
Rounded, popping eyes craving with long nails
Caveats of animals eating their own flesh
Villains of Capeesh roaming as beasts
On tables and floors, scratched and feasts
Gobbling maudlin juices of live carmine
Spilling on throat and skins of grapevine
Brutes of cursed and mythical roots
Flutes of cold bodies tootling in boots
Carcasses of narcoleptic nerves in tears
Taunted and pierced by tusks and smears
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.
It's obvious, heroes are pretty easy to write
it's not hard to make a good guy that will fight for his rights
villains are the ones that take more consideration
they take more skill and wit to write malicious indignation
a hero is sturdy, just, good, demanding
a villain has to be broken but still standing
Sure heroes get the girl, decide the villain’s fate too
but let's be honest it’s the villains we relate to
The heir to Jotunheim
A prince orphaned to war,
He grew up a brother to Thor
In the divine halls of Asgard.
The God of Mischief, he is called
True to his cunning and charm
He keeps daggers up his arm
You never know what scheme he is on.
He was not fond of Odin
But he deeply loved his mother
He learned his wily tricks from her,
Frigga raised him as her son.
But, in spite of his malevolent plots,
He did things we should reward
Like when he helped in saving Asgard
And he died by the hands
of the Titanian warlord.
22nd March 2023
Contest: Marvel Superheroes Supervillains and Superanimals Contest
Sponsor: Robert James Ligouri
I am sorry for my mistake
Selfish I was to blindly embrace
The idea of running so far away
From dilemma troubles to escape.
I did not think of others at all
Was hoping to avoid all talk
Of dreams screams not standing tall
Forgive me for being so hopeless so lost.
That I tried to commit suicide
Running from the villains in my life
Was one two three times
But love threw me a life line.
No longer do I fear despair
For love is here and oh so rare
I no longer wish to dare
Waste my life for God does care.
A hero is a villain
to the side that just got beat.
Great futbol heroes score big goals,
most use their head or feet.
(anti-tribute to Diego Maradona)
Written 22 Dec 2020
Hunters so wary,
Rosco and Larry,
Killed them a kitten-like
Wendigo fairy.
Down went Leviathan
Small as a Guppy
Three-headed hellhound
As sweet as a puppy.
Out on safari
Rosco and Larry
Shotgunned each other
Twas narry so merry.
Pay Shylock his pound
of flesh, give Richard his horse,
let Juliet love anew.
Let go of the ghost -
Shakespeare’s doomed heroes
- pronounce them all dead.
Fight no more battles,
release strings so puppets
finish their dance.
Dismiss the actors,
set horses to pasture,
lower the curtains.
Ever-refreshed
villainy, once banished,
has taken new stage.
Human suffering,
in concert - you won't miss it
- it comes to you.
Shouldn’t you manacle villains?
For a villain should be in chains
You might be laboring in vain
With one often using his brain
And dreaming to derail a train
Or cause to fall untimely rain…
Needn’t you deal with that villain?
A mere glance at his eyes real pain!
Your losses transform into gain,
Waiting for your glory to wane…
He who laughs with villain insane:
Deep in his heart you are not sane
Anyone can be a villain
In the Bible was a Marked Cain
In the United States, a Shane
The villain would never be plain
He can have his own mother lain
And his maternal uncle slain!
We often our poor necks crane
For the Villains that's his cursed bane.
I steal,
I smoke,
I drink,
I gamble,
I punch,
I hurt,
I do all of the bad.
You see me as red,the ever colour fo anger ;
You see me as green,the hue of greed and disgust ;
You see me as black,the epitone of darkness ;
But I'm in every way just like you.
I cry,
I fall,
I get hurt,
I get sick,
I get scared,
I make mistakes.
I die!
You don't see me as blue, a sadness conformed into a hue;
You don't see me as purple,an embodiment of fear;
You don't see me as white,the ever innocent colour;
Because before I was this , I was just like you
and I guess you'll never see how the evil in me brought out the good in you.
Maybe before I go to heaven
I'll visit you in your hell
to see how you are doing
Haunt you during your torment
over the pain you brought onto others
and perhaps you will hear the wing giggle
Because I won't be-able to visit you in the afterlife
nor will I even remember who you are
so I'll leave it for you to hold the memories of this damned world