Best Wrath Poems
Emotions flare
While hope whispers
Do not give in to anger
Fight the need
To say things you will regret
Words you can’t take back
Pain fashioned by fury
Somehow leave a lasting scar
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Among the cries of lonesome gull
A crude cross-slash, grinning skull
Below the tattered crimson sail
Those that did weather the fiercest gale
Noblemen fearfully bow
Seamen kneel before its prow
Quiver before the pirate`s might
A vision of ivory, dark as night
We slowly conquer waves of teal
All eyes follow the steady keel
The ebony ship, its purpose grim
The treasure hoard hidden within
Like a glittering blade, swift and sure
Cursed to never dock at shore
Remembered in forgotten lore
Not even the bravest Mortal knave
Shall escape the wrath of the grave
So we sail forever-more
The ‘net’ is closing in, revealing a ‘web of lies’ Those who use AI and those who plagerise poems fool no one but themselves! Quote by poet!
A gossamer shroud drapes the old lych-gate
I’d hopes it would vanish, alas it’s too late
A ghostly poet rises from her earthly grave
I’m grief-stricken, why can’t people behave?
Posting copied works seeking notoriety
A playground for Dead Poets Society
Stealing poems leaves me groaning
Write your own words, it'll stop me moaning!
I loathe seeing work that has been taken
Why do folk do it, it’s just Godforsaken!
I'm fed up of reading lots of work by AI
Yet poets post it, then vehemently deny
Please pick up your pen, use your brain to write
Pretending that it's your work just isn’t right!
poseidon's wrath-crashing rebellion against man-forever clashing
"The thunder of your heart's outburst is enough to break a thousand glasses"
Contest name: Quote this.(2nd Place)
Sponsor: Rick Parise.
Date:17.01.2023
The modern man ceases to accept God exists
for he constantly runs away from this thought
not only that God is but we must answer Him
for this God is angry and is really red hot
We all know we're not perfect but not too bad
but does the Bible teach this? certainly not
Jesus spoke more on hell than on heaven
if this is true then why is it not more taught?
The subject of God's wrath is somewhat rejected
today's preachers don't like to offend
because the hearer doesn't welcome this
so no one tells it then the soul can't mend
In the modern church, there's little seriousness
so then no godly repentance to bear fruit
in years of old where sin convicted men shed tears
knowing their real depravity sin was at its root
The modern preacher seeks to comfort people
but God says yes only after the heartfelt cry
what must I do to be saved? when truly broke
they feel divine wrath so seek peace before they die
Scripture presents God in His holy character
His wrath and His love which is equally joined
this love is never valued till His wrath's understood
by the sinner deserving wrath knows I'm no good
(A look at today's superficial church as preachers seek not to offend his listeners but by neglecting the subject of God's wrath on sin instead end up dishonouring God)
I heard the hollowness that this heart hithers ~
but to tame my tears, must I trust the twilight
that ripped me in tremors and toxic tales,
the titanium lightning that traded me thirsty,
like the thunder that cuts across the ribbed sky?
these tantalizing trembles of Thor have left me,
wilting in memories, where moon rests in malice
and the monsoon maiden murmurs in wrath,
unspoken within roars of wallflower leopards ~
who ink me, laced with tiger-lilies and lethal lies.
I ache for you, stretched across sun sighs,
a bereaved goddess of thunderstorms,
vows to sear within silver streaks of solace
stripped of silk and sacrifice,in rust-skin revolt,
seething a smile across slaughtered stars,
and be the Bronté light in brooding blindness,
that cunning cyans cease to code and conceal,
I am the feminine glitch of golden gloom ~
perfumed with mercuric petals that echo rain,
in the restless release of reverent renaissance...
The fireplace kindle in the moonlight.
I am along deciphering the mind’s eye.
God is here with me tonight.
The popping flame was a yellow reddish fire.
The wood burned and the smell was a delight.
My thoughts were ablaze to set the Devil afire.
Of course, I will let Lucifer exist.
He is confrontational to my holiness.
In that God is the omnipotent, Satan is the Devil defeated.
Insofar as the world is perilous, many (as I) must conquer their demons by
rostrum of our crusade as a battle won.
In India, primitive to the philosophy of religion, the reality is profound.
Deities are of one and of all.
There is such a thing as the Christian Satan.
They are enemies to Brahmans, god-giants.
Demons are devils crackling vigor.
This campaign is of war not of battle.
The action plan is to deploy Christian powers.
Revelation statuses such.
The plague of our time is trinity.
Spheral by one Godhead organizes the consecrated force.
The mercenaries are on the battlefield of and for the Lord.
With giants and demons how the monkey king detonates causing the wrath of
God.
Demons are decapitated and bodies are slanged from here to yonder.
God bellowed, “We must behead the monkey king.
He is the demon of all entities.”
The lashes influence the giants lambastes.
The Monkey King’s demons had formed their attacks.
God’s giants’ impact condemns.
They beheaded the Monkey King.
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Penned January 17, 2015!
Tempest of God's rumbling clouds
By lightning and floods, storm shrouds
Contrition saves hawns and bounds
A husband's mistake in the sack
His marriage might seem to attack
Maria got hurt
By one little squirt
And Arnold can't say "I'll be back"
In the sun you dictate the pace,
confining me to thick night;
still you are trampling on my tail.
Cruel man i kiss your heel.
Coyote strolls not in the day,
just man wanders not at night.
Name:Kayod5
Contest title: Night Creatures
Date: 15th Jan,2015
No 2-Rattlesnake.
Wrath of a Sociopath
Wish Trump would take a bath
To wash away wrath of a sociopath
He loves living in his tower
Also even us over power
Did worst on speech and math.
Nothing ever adds up with Trump.
He also is bipolar if you haven't
noticed lately.
Jim Horn
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With prudence I stepped
in the candle lit room
yes
with the utmost discretion
and yes
there she was
without the layer to cover
her pink flesh
How prudent could I have been
with knowledge of her whim
a soul did ask
“Oh"
says i
unclad before him
“an entry with facts supersedes
an entry of chance”
That bullet stung
Tornadoes revolving
spinning in circles
helter skelter
Flying through the air
forceful gale
trapeze artist
Whirlwind whips
rotating spiral
tumbleweeds roll
Scattered debris
broken pieces
nature's images
The howling of the beast Sends a chill through all in its wake It is that time again
Not a soul can be seen Under the full moons shining light Behind locked doors
Quivering Wide eyed Praying to their God May the beast pass me by Let
me live to see Another full moons shining light