Best Wicked Poems

(1A.)
Doomed To Feel That Bite And Hear Serpent's Wicked Hiss

Beyond mingling of Light, Matter, Human thought
reams of coils within darkest abyss are there caught
denied rays emitted by our reddish flame sun
wherein single feather may weigh a billion tons
lay boiling cauldrons of spittle and greedy lust
built...

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“Wicked Web of Woes” 

Is there a reason
to rhyme when 
lifeless fingers
breathe toxic agony,
whilst disgraced 
quill suffocates
from wildering 
riddles swerving to
the stillness 
of calcified air? 
As today, my heart 
keeps pacing,
searching for a 
symphony of serenity-
amid wayward clemency,
and when the first star 
of the evening...

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This poison paint colors my canvas
Indelible, it will not depart
Painted this masterwork is on my surface
Loathsome canvas!
Wicked art!
A masterpiece you work
Varnished transgressions that can not be washed free
Free, from my oil-receptive canvas

For this reason, now 
I must hide this artistic blot
This poison paint
With oils of...

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We sisters three are scary as scary can be.
 Evil is tormented, haunted by choices of her past.
Wicked is hollow, and the most bitter of the three.
 Demented is angry, and so cold that her blood turns icy fast.

All paranoid and suspicious in everything they...

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Her love is a tenacious hurricane
A vicious tide knocking me down
A heavy, steady, angry rain
blanket of water consuming the ground

   Her touch is poison, penetrating my flesh
An addictive venom inside my veins
   Lethal toxins that weren't meant to mesh
Taking my life...

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She was lost and cried all night, heart broken and sad
Old wounds ached from countless jagged scars and flaws
It was an evil monster, abusive and powerfully bad
From its sadistic, tormenting ways, never did it pause

How had she become completely blinded by its charm
Raspy whispers in...

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The following limericks are a continuation of: https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/wicked_marys_been_a_bad_girl_1381428


Mary was simply horrid, as a wee girl
She was naughty and selfish, a school yard churl
She picked on one lil kid
Oh, yes indeed she did
Took out her scissors and cut off the girl's curls

One day she sat all...

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buried here beneath
       
          this veritable verdant sod
           
           ...

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Some Of Them Even Came With Wicked Scars

As I count my blessings among bright stars
hope and love echo to me like loud blasts.
Gave up wild life, living in the bars,
were nothing that's good or bad ever lasts!

Sad morns waking, a stranger in my bed
nights enjoyed,...

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Goodness me, fiddle dee dee and la de dah
Mary turned into a black sheep, baa baa baa
That naughty little lamb
Has contrived a big scam
She's gone too far astray and has lost her way

Mary's been tinkering on an old fiddle 
But she can't play worth a...

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pitch black ...
like ink ... or drowning in oil
only she could breathe
barely ...
heart thrumming in her ears like tympani
it was all she could hear
thankfully ...
she had awakened from dreaming
a good dream, too
(though it was now gone from memory)
laying on her left side
she had first felt...

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On Wicked Kings And Time Destroyed Dragons

O foolish king, sitting on hollow throne
thy lost kingdom so dark, thee sits alone.
Embrace thy greed, measured in stolen gold
destroying people with your lies so bold.

O foul villain, in false pride laboring
greater evil thy own destruction brings.
Thy henchman, voices...

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Once upon a time
Present became past
Engaging in your rhyme
You forgot, it wouldn’t last

You abruptly awoke
From an afternoon slumber
Equivalent abode
Different postal number

You couldn’t hear the sizzle
Of a simmering, dinner pot
Nor was there a whistle
To say the tea was hot

Mother wasn’t dancing
She wasn’t there at all
The silence...

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On our bed she sits
Laced, bare to her skin
Pouting lips excite me
Teasing begins

Her tongue tastes the air
In a lusting roll
Through the lace I see ripe
My heart extols

Each moment she moves
I capture a pertness so firm
My eyes in delight
As my body affirms

She bows her head
Turns and...

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I'm telling you

Invest in super glue...

Glue super dudes's balls to his shoe,

Then what kind of running around can he do?...

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