Cannibalistic Poems | Examples

One of the Herd is Missing!

Oh my, she's cooking one of her own kind!
Has she gone completely out of her mind?
Sauteing that cut of beef is all too altruistic
even worse, her behavior is cannibalistic!

I don't know who she's trying to impress
but her folly will put her diner under duress.
After one look at Molly May cooking a steak,
whoever it is will want to make a fast break.

No amount of garlic will hide the beefy taste
Not even if with wine she should decide to baste.
It's disgraceful for a bovine to do such things
Couldn't she have fried up some chicken wings?

Maybe she has that disease that mad cows get
But her smile says Molly does not have one regret
I wonder who's gone missing from the cattle herd
I should tell the rancher. What she's doing is absurd!

Above The Rubble

Structures crumbling under the weight of
the decisions made in haste
Beneath the rubble lies all the reasons it was
all laid to waste
The signs were seen but disregarded as mere
means to an end
The golden mean would've sufficed but extremes
prevailed once again
Lack of faith in what is seen lead to harder lessons
learned
Some fight hard for their destruction so their path
is truly earned
You can preach until the cows come home but many
won't give a second listen
I guess the slaughter is more enticing to their 
inhumane animalism
We're cannibalistic in a sense with the way we come
for each other
We've been deceived to come against & to fight
one another
Everyone loses at the end of days if we're overcome
by the night
We're in the midst of the battle of all battles with
those that wish to force a fight
They say that all is fair in love & war and that 
purple hearts are a blessing
All I see are the wounds that decorate us while we
endure convalescence
Open your eyes unto the message before you take
further steps
I implore you to be righteous in your ways so that
you avoid oversteps

Cannibalistic Love

I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you,
And I love you.
I love your hair, your eyes, your smile, your shoulders,
Your hands, your ears, your nose, 
And your heart.
I love all of you.
It’s almost pathetic…
But, I’ll always forever, unconditionally, and irrevocably love you.
I don’t know much about you.
But, I love your smell, your voice, your touch,
And your taste.
I love everything all over me.
Consuming me in big and small bites.
Eating my thoughts, tears, and dreams.
Take all of me.
Don't hold back.
Your teeth digging into me.
My bones cracking.
It’s the cannibalistic type of love
That I need,
That I want.
I crave the validation,
The attention,
That you bring to the table.
A full four-course meal,
Consisting of 
My mouth,
My brain,
My heart, 
And my hands.
Eat all of me.
Don’t hold back.
It’s the type of love that eats away at you,
That I crave.
Leaving no crumbs.
An empty plate.
It’s the cannibalistic love,
That I starve for.

A Nocturnal Adventure

The sun descended slowly
Behind the purple hills, sending
Long shadows behind her.
Night enveloped the vista.
I walked barefoot on the beach.
Did I hear sirens singing?
Their alluring song invited.
Come to us, paradise was there.
But I know of their tricks.
Ulysses tied himself fast to a mast
To escape their cannibalistic taste.

I moved on and walked on the sand.
Leaving deep footprints behind me.
Only one pair.  Where were the others?  
The haggard moon barely showed
What lay ahead.  Did I see a small cabin?
The smell of pancakes and coffee
Filled the breezeless air.
I entered and felt elated. For there she was
Ready to meet me and greet me.
Happiness at seeing her so lovely
My love now was filled to the brim.


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I am sure everyone knows the story from ancient Greece about Ulysses and his wanderings.

Words Will Flood

Words will flood like torrents raging, 
Deep immersed in waters wild;
Languishing in languages 
Of liquid pools of prose,

Each time a laughing mannequin 
Would somehow dare suppose.

They walk along with voice on leash, 
Leading the park with cannibalistic eyes, 
Bending over benches waiting, 
For the next remark.

Together sharing repartee 
For all they may experience 
Between their cups of tea.

And when the tea is gone 
And day is done 
They read each other's tea leaves 
Just for fun.

And words will flood like torrents raging 
Deep immersed in waters wild,

Bragging their experience; 
Their late night, early morning laughter 
Left uncaging.

They will stop with you, 
Exchanging dreams, 
Amidst the clattering of the glasses;
Voice unpacked, and weakly fumbling, 
For their answers;

Never knowing that the question 
May go yet unasked, 
And they be left at shallows end, 
Naked and unmasked.

And words will flood like torrents raging 
Deep immersed in waters wild.

Nosferatu

I have been suffering for so long, I think I've been living forever. 
   So much pain I have seen, mostly inflicted by me.
I try to care, really I don't.
   Careless reckless emotionless villain. 
Black hearted, void of light, I dwell in darkness. 
   Neither dead or alive, a wraith and purveyor of rage. 
A monster enslaved, by his affliction. 
   To ravage pillage and plunder, creater of victims. 
The more the merrier, it arouses excitement. 
    To see suffering, and hear cries of torturous infliction. 
I am an infection, an indiscriminate plaque that devours happiness. 
   Baring teeth to open wide and clamp down deep into flesh.
To consume whatever makes you you, and whoever is close to you. 
   Entraced by the fire in my eyes, you are hypnotized, submissively.
   I shall feed, the curse the thirst, won't stop calling me. 
It builds, it hurts, i won't fight it, I will give in intentionally. 
   Feening, a cannibalistic need, ravenous heinous murderous. 
   Jeepers creepers, I smell it, it's in you, deep inside. 
Run, hide, for i will not subside, without my fill of blood.

Cannibalistic

I am a barbaric wench 
Like serpents that crawl on their bellies
And live in the dark abyss 
Many situations in this life 
Has drained the soul that once lived
That was sensitive to emotional jargon 
And the need to bargain 
For the love from another 
That only comes with turmoil of its own 
My god.....it feels great to be alone 
To be emancipated, footloose and fancy free 
From the bondage of a commitment 
Now I truly know redemption 
I will continue to satisfy 
My lascivious appetite 
Don’t be afraid.....
I promise I won’t bite

Qanon Poison

Panic mongers, hate mongers,
                  traffickers in groupthink. 
The key to the universe,
	you must never let facts interfere 
		 with all your  
 obsessive incessant fables.
 	You must never doubt the veracity of
		of the latest tale of terror.
A secret Satanic elite of cannibalistic pedophiles,
	All the liberals are in on it, don’t you know?
		          Soros and Gates in collusion.  
Evangelical contagion,
the deep state  under every bed,
	the boogeyman behind it all.
Any questioner is complicit.
Any true believer will be saved. 
Apophenia intoxication,
		Donald Trump is your savior.
Your mind is malleable to malignancy,
		 It metastasizes in your trance.
The putrid contamination percolates
		      everywhere  in deafening silence.    
Each taste of QAnon venom, 
	      Each flavor of terror,
seizes and imprisons the masses of minds
	   And  if you listen, you will hear
the percussive funeral dirge
	for the death of the civilized world.

Whose Normal

Whose normal – your normal or my normal I ask her.
She is shocked.
Believing we all have the same normal.

My children roller skated in the house, I tell her.
They had swings in the basement. We had pink goats.
My normal might not be your normal.

But that does not make sense! She argues. That is a lie.
I burned down my treehouse when I was smoking, I told her.
I was eight. A pyromaniac. I set fires in the neighborhood.

That’s not normal! She argues.
It is normal if you are me, I tell her.
I am a cannibalistic killer.

She left screaming.

Jungle Reality

The everyday project is to continue the extreme task of survival
waking up every morning to the bad reality that it may be the last
holding unto this hint, the greatest wisdom to acquire.
Community of birds and a den of serpents confined in one farm;
Cougars, deadly and voracious to the assembly of cayotes;
Cayotes hunting the raccoons and in turn the eels in same habitat.
This cruel side of nature has been instinctively adopted by humans
where virtues and feelings develop cannibalistic canines.
Evil then grows obese in the mind but yet not satisfied
bully and intimidation, openly infused into the town’s planning
for different illegal lords to gallivant with their cabinets,
when those at the top stop giving lawlessness a dime
and close the run way through which impunity cat-walks,
then orderliness will be restored for humanity to have a bath.

Robber Fly

cannibalistic
   a robber fly stabs its prey...
          with its proboscis



Date written: 10/12/2019

Man In the Cave

Bellicose grunts
and flatulent echoes
heard around a skull-lined Neanderthal fire
Misogynist going ons;
newly upright walking wrong,
behaving like apes
Dragging their women by the hair,
putting them in the cattle line
Perfect breeders are the ones who look fair — 
on a hunting trek, 
female children always get left behind
The women teaches the girls 
to gather the food, and pour the wine
As the man on the raised stone throne,
sits observing the ordered chaos within
Gross darkness is his bottomless pit friend
He loves the darkness of the cave,
cannibalistic deeds 
not seen in the light is what he craves
Feeding on the flesh of the fallen enemies,
a feast fit for a necromancer king
The man in the dark cave
wears the coveted ruler blood ring
It glows ruby red in the night
by the skull circle of fire
As dreadful gender misdeeds
transpires all around the cavern keep,
his scowl of approval
encourages the men wolf beasts
to continue to rape the female sheep
Then someone put some fire on a wooden limb,
and ventures out into the wilderness night
This pleases the man in the cave ... 
now he carries forth his darkness by light

Rolling Rocker Ball

Watch out and wait. In fact stop listen and wait. Is that the wailing of a sail sailing by? Of course it is. The fact that an ironed breeze can touch a nautical knot is common knowledge amongst sailors and sailors are neither shaped sharpened sharpeners nor are they saying still shifts stillness. It is the opinion of the official orange kingdom that stalk the juice makers. Creators of squishing. Causing cannibalistic clothes cheating chatty climbers. It is neither within a dash nor a hash key that a full stop is found. And keys can be symbolic and symbolism of a metric metre can be taken to a few zoos to play with caged controlled boxed up animals who wish to run away. This they do with thuds akin to hooves. Strong fur and beaks can move and snap bars. And all are released. Good. Ha the ball is dancing to a top allegro tune in a sombrero and a tutu. Ha the tail of a car is chasing a cat around. Xxxxx multinational z z z z z. With a hypothetical hypothesis hearing harmonic hopping hippopotami z

The Path

Leaves shook themselves free from the branches that held them
And flew to where time has no beginning 
And no end!
There, they remained, rooted
Transfixed, unable to move
For the glory of it all was astounding!
There, they knew they could turn into whatever they wanted
From caterpillars to mighty butterflies
From cannibalistic plants to innocent graceful looking flowers
From beauteous beings to rogue giants
Why, there, where life is as is yet unknown to man
Leaves love it there for they feel comforted and safe!

Similarly, like those leaves stuck on branches, I strive to break free
To tear my chains apart
To float in the sea of mundane existence
To be submerged not with the pleasures of life

Why, if I could be a leaf
I would have strived not so much
I would have let myself be propelled by the winds
Winds being but caring angels shrouded in invisibility
Winds knowing where my destination does be!

But then, the human fate is different
The human fate is to act and to suffer of the consequences thereof
The human's path towards the same destination
Is somewhat different from that of the leaf's!

Wrong

Is it wrong to end a life?
Even if it meant saving another.

Is it wrong to hate so much?
That your sight gets clouded
By pure rage 'till you see nothing but your crimson hued reflection 
staring back at you

Is it wrong to plot someone's demise
So thoroughly, never flawed
That you may even wish to...
To play it out?

Anyone who's willing to make sacrifices
Should be honored for their heroic act of defending the weak.
But I am the weak...

Who will take the title of 
'Hero'
Who will use it to mask
The true intentions of satisfying a cannibalistic blood lust...

The facade won't be kept up for long, though.
It's all in the mind
That is now twisted, and bent
seeking for the good in these actions of this 'hero'.

It’s like what they say;
"There is good in everything"

Do I still have good in me?...

It's too dark to tell...

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