Best Wickedness Poems
Bitter Harvest Of Thy Wickedness
Thou hast slain thousands for that golden throne
Sleep in peace upon a silk laden bed.
Why now in old age, do thy dare to moan
In deep fear of ghosts of those murdered dead?
Are not thy treasure vaults filled to the brim
With stolen wealth from lambs of this dark world?
Yet thy black heart, feels the murder of him
And that Heaven bolt that may soon be hurled!
Triumph in destruction tis' bitter fruit
And thy wicked soul now sees the true light
Yet thou sprang from dark tree's most evil root
To try to bring forth never ending night!
Thou hast slain thousands for that golden throne.
Why now in old age, do thou dare to moan?
R. J. Lindley,
Jan. 11th, 1980
Written: by Miracle Man
11-11-2019
In a nefarious world such as we are now living,
We vote for wicked things making them lawful.
More are now takers than are those giving,
And the end result, is apt to be something awful.
We’re being deceived by all this Socialist thinking,
Making things legal isn’t synonymous with right.
Professing fallacies, they stand before us, unblinking,
It’s time for believers to stand in the gap, and fight.
Then when all has been destroyed, both good and bad,
And facing God’s judgment many will beg and plead.
God the father, Jesus, and Holy Spirit are the triad,
And God, from the books, will their odious works read.
Poem of the day 11-18-2019
There once was a fellow called Nicolas
Was famous for his extreme wickedness
He push down old ladies
Made faces at babies
And committed these acts with much cheerfulness
© Jack Ellison 2015
The Wickedness That Abounds!
As it was in Noah's day, so shall
it be at Christ' coming.
Just look at our nation!
And how wicked it's becoming!
Many families are falling apart...
and here's the reason why...
Many have exchanged God's truth
for a corruptible lie.
Professing to be wise, we have become fools.
By exchanging God's word for
our own “set of rules.”
Doing “whatever feels right” according
to one’s interpretation.
Sinful “pleasures” have brought
God's wrath on our nation.
Promoting sexual sins
and perversions of every kind…
We have violated the conscience
God placed in our mind.
Becoming very arrogant, boastful
and filled with pride.
This “mountain of garbage” has washed
ashore with an ungodly tide.
Our only hope in this stink and filth
we find ourselves in.
Is coming to Jesus Christ...and repent of every sin!
Heaven or hell? Which place would you rather be?
Living in bondage, or to have your
chains removed and be set free!
Jesus is our only hope in the midst
of uncertainty and fear.
Remember his coming draws ever so close!
It's almost here!
By Jim Pemberton 04/24/15
There once was a fellow called Nicolas
Was famous for his extreme wickedness
He push down old ladies
Made faces at babies
And committed these acts with much cheerfulness
A Measure In Time - Conclusion
I fault with mistakes;
For we as humans were born this way.
But, unfortunately, I turned it into an illusion;
In this state of confusion, that wanted to stay.
The wickedness that came:
As it broke in my door;
It ruined our design;
That isn't shared anymore.
My love, though, deep a wound it is.
The wickedness that stolen my children's purity;
Only we have given to them.
Yes, to do what I must:
I need to survive; this is true.
I need to escape my mind of illusions:
So deep in seclusion, I presumed.
To seek out from this haven:
I know where I have lived, blinded.
I don't know how to live anymore:
But I know that I still exist, reminded.
This forgiven bond of forgiveness:
That I could not forgive me.
A conclusion to this illusion;
It has to the end of this ending;
So I can be set free.
I, self-convicted by this evil:
That brought shame to me,
I'll be sending it to its ceases.
A time now passed that did;
Haunt and taunt me has now come to a halt.
That the time was gone, I had to live:
I only to forgive myself from this jaded past.
On this day, I took down this shield;
Where I lived behind.
I gave the likelihood of finding forgiveness;
Should it be found?
I smell a "Victor" to this end, which I found.
This illusion of this "Hell" became real to me;
Though it not be allowed!
That set me free of this "Hell" I once had to live.
Now perdition had no choice but to:
Select me free from my confidences of the guilt;
And the shame that grew strong within.
It's over now, so I will continue to rest renewed.
Oh, if the Heavens were to gash open,
And the angels therein fall out trumpeting,
And if the hells were to exude out to the earth
Its foul breathe and evil sneeze,
And if Man were to be exposed to the very heart of Heavens
And to the iniquity of hell-
And if it was trumpeted Judgment Day,
Man will then defect and by his wit
That heart of the former will he pluck
And fortify the latter with the lock.
wicked is how i feel about now.
wanna go to sleep but i have no clue how.
it's 3:42 and sleep is long away.
tomorrow WILL be wicked workin zoomin will i stay.
i'm up then down wanna sleep then wanna play.
thing's r blue then they're grey.
my mind just keep's seemin to stray.
when will it be tomorrow day.
wicked is me.
i can but can u see.
i feel peaceful swayin like a tree.
n my mind a FLOWER i could be.
n the cloud's with the bird's how peaceful n free.
i'm shakin like the limb's when it storms.
i wanna rewind the clock 4hours n be n they're dorms.
i sleep so well when the rain just pours.
wicked has opened alot uh door's.
wicked is what i took at 12:30
now i'm alone n flirty.
my mind is like blurty.
i know that's not a word but right now it is to i.
on my face is a smile n my ALL i do is cry.
i ask n wonder 2myself why?
wipe the tears now they're dry.
the tissue's just wickedly fly.
wicked is what my mind is like about now.
take this pain some1 i wish u knew how.
to YOU i would bow.
because i want peace like the earth n the tree's.
i wanna be the BEE's knee's.
SOME1 HELP ME PLEASE.
i'm feelin wicked what m i talkin about GEEZE.
then i freeze.
come back to reality n all the pain.
wish i could wash it away like the rain goin down the drain.
on my heart's uh stain.
can't get my grammy off my mind it's such pain.
wicked would have been my dad every knowing his baby.
but drugs were all that was on his mind lately.
n lately i mean the past 20 years of my life.
never met the guy but wouldn't think twice.
to let him c the wicked ME his daughter but know's nothing of me.
i had my gram n mom all my life they made ME ME.
without them nothing i would be.
GOD please just set me free.
like the peaceful tree.
or just let me escape n fly like a bee.
any1 readin this mayb 1 day u'll see.
KEELEY.
Form:
He’s paid with a coin that boils
for the seeds in his soils
… the thorns of his toils.
wickedness? under the sun
is obvious that one man's meat
is another man's poison
have you been in a gold mine
before
it is a horror what is happening
in a mining field
you could see clearly what
the greed of men could do
is a shame that humans
can turn vampire
for the sake of money
is a big disgrace to see
men women even kids
working so hard
Searching relentlessly
sweating under a hot sun
just to dig a gold out
just for a greedy man
to make a fortune
wickedness? under the sun
have you been to a cocoa? farm
before
i know you will not be blind
to see how hard the people
are suffering just to help
a greedy man rich
is painful when majority
of the victims work so hard
under the hot sun are
young teenage African youth
whose parents are a victim of
poverty under the rules of
African great corrupt leaders
who don't care about the prosperity
of his people
is too ugly down there in this
farm of greedy cocoa export
so when you sit and enjoy
your sweet chocolate and
coffee
remember it was made out
from the grife of another man
Wickedness? under the sun
have you ever visit a diamond mine
i bet you
you will shade tears if you really
got a soul
in this mine you can see clearly
what animals humans can be
in a quest to get wealthy?
in this mine everyday under
the hot sun in Africa
my people are turn to mining slaves
right in their country
they are been enslave
they are been striped naked
they are used just like ordinary
materials
where no pity or mercy
lies not in the eyes of the
cheap minds officials that works
for the western world benefits
to exploit Africa resources
just for money sake
Wickedness? under the sun
have you ever been out there
in the streets of the third world countries
have you noticed how much
this people strive just to live
have you noticed the look
in their faces? don't look
so happy
have you been there in the zone
called ghetto
have you noticed how
this peoples life's are
not important to their leaders
is obvious they are the rejected
stone
despite the factories can't do
with out the Labour of this
poor people
despite under the sun
this people works so hard
just to earn a coin
yet they feeds the greedy mans
needs all the time
As more perverse lifestyles are glamorized on t.v.
I wonder what kind of country this is going to be?
You’ll often find on the news interviews of various kinds…
Entertaining more garbage to
“dump” into our minds!
The garbage and filth they’re often promoting….
They think this same kind of life, I should be “enjoying?”
There’s something very wrong with this picture!
I don’t need the news to give me a “moral lecture!”
This may sound old fashioned and absurd…
It’s time we all come back and obey God’s word!
It’s the word of God! Not the news,
we need for instruction!
Without God’s truth in us,
we’re headed for destruction!
God still loves you very much! And he hasn’t forgot…
You’re always on his mind, and his thoughts!
He’s what you need to focus your attention and depend on!
He is someone who’s faithful,
and you can count on!
Won’t you walk away, and leave the filth behind you?
And allow God’s love and mercy
to reach out and find you?
He will never disappoint you!
With a brand new way of living!
An abundant life with peace and joy….
Is what he’s giving!
By Jim Pemberton UNSUPPORTED CODE
Nothing is quite as alarming as white.
It gives an illusion of purity
when it sinisterly scorched away sight.
Leaves existence lost in obscurity.
With so much light
We were drenched in darkness
Reaching out to grab
The bits and brittle
Of wasted zeal
and fallen quests
We cringe in awe
Slashed and diced
into a hollow being
We marvelled
and we winked
As the cloud
ravage the only light
With a blacken darkness
The Wickedness That Abounds!
Throughout this world, wickedness abounds!
Just about everywhere, it can be found!
God’s word says sin leaves a very dark stain.
We have no one else, but ourselves, to blame!
The heart of man is desperately wicked inside!
It causes many to be filled with much pride!
We often hear of tragedy shown on the t.v.
You may think, “this will never happen to me!”
A mind without God, gives the devil “fertile soil.”
It’s like water in a teapot that’s ready to BOIL!
Without God’s word, as our guide and rule…
We’re empty inside, and are easily fooled!
The goodness of God can calm the troubled heart!
On your knees in prayer,
is a good place to start!
The grace of Jesus is powerful! And can instantly change!
With Jesus, your life can be restored,
and “ re-arranged!”
All of the government spending cannot match HIS power!
With Christ… You can overcome anything!
This very hour!
Please Jesus, come and remove our burdens amongst us!
We need you here today! And to always be with us!
YOU ARE what we need all across this great nation!
By the power of your blood
and wondrous salvation!
By Jim Pemberton 05/09/13
(alternatively titled eldest daughter despises us)
Eden (beloved eldest daughter) icy
flat tone of voice spoke volumes,
when she talked with the missus and me
courtesy cellular telecommunications key
December twenty seventh
two thousand nineteen
unwavering listless dull verbalization see
I subsequently told spouse, she
thy super smart self reliant progeny
fending for herself approximately
last half dozen years exhibits je
ne sais quois profound loathing
predicated growing up dirt poor free
quint lee lamenting deprivations re:
guarding legal tender adequate specie
i.e. money - at least compared to every
MainLine millionaire flush with dee -
suppose able income, and oft times
lovingly, pleasantly, unexpectedly...
receiving largasse gift horse courtesy
zayda (my father), who art not yet
in heaven sprung monetary help, ye
this second born and only son did
profusely think him (papa) lee
ving voice messages on his landline,
and tracfone, plus wrote heartfelt poem,
similar acknowledgement modus operandi,
when said offspring
became twenty three
years old - five days ago, nonetheless thee
admirable, dependable, honorable... née
holds Matthew Scott (namely he),
who helped beget
darling feels angry,
and doth plainly exhibits contempt
(you) dear reader guessed correctly
towards sorrowful dada,
where inescapable thralldom
doth invisibly chain
(think ghost of Marley)
apologetic sir, whose
precious kinder, I
will unwaveringly cherish
forever love and Revere
despite up Paul ling
destitution, grinding linkedin penury,
and red hot poker faced
anger, yes... dismay
prevails how unforgiving
once (Benny sent) baby,
inside joke, I attest neigh
scent "star student,"
now grown young woman,
no longer - figuratively
wrapped around yours
truly her finger
father who fell short, natively cree
hated abhorrent within re
cent mammary, bosom (hers)
harboring scathing unmasked vee
hum mint, blistering, rancorous,
seething, volcanic withering...,
no matter disgusting revulsion
toward aging mommy
and repentant daddy,
I LOVE YE EDEN + SHANA!