Pain Corruption Poems

These Pain Corruption poems are examples of Corruption poems about Pain. These are the best examples of Corruption Pain poems written by international poets.

It was a misty morning in Moscow—
When fate and palm first softly crossed,
In gilded halls where secrets sleep,
I met a man both sharp and lost.

An

© Chanda Katonga   

As she twists within,
Consuming our minds with fear and loathing,
And when we lose a petal each day because of her,
We forget.

For every time I have

© Lina Alfahad  

You are a soligaster of the highest order, held in pristine favor by your court.  A wordsmith after Satan’s own heart. 

Champion of Doublespeak,

© Bill Marable  

You are a soligaster of the highest order, held in pristine favor by your court.  A wordsmith after Satan’s own heart. 

Champion of Doublespeak,

© Bill Marable  

O Ursula, crowned not by grace, but by shadows,
You wear the EU like a robe stitched with silence.
You spoke of democracy with polished lips,
Yet your

© Chanda Katonga   

In the spirals of our ancient code lie secrets
No pill boasts on its glossy label:
We are the cradle of the human genome,
Yet our maps remain

© Chanda Katonga   

I hear voices in my head,
I touch pain 
On every television
Except the typical symbols
Of hegemony
Except in a white building 
Miles and miles away,
I touch pain!

For

© Ankwasa Harlord  

What kind of system, what kind of light,
Where the poor stay in darkness despite the night.
A government servant burns a thousand bright,
Yet pays no bill,

© Kashaf Ul eman  

Trapped in layers of sin, ambiguity, and shame. 
The man walks the loud, but still, lonely streets of the city, searching for something that he

© Sierra Flowers  

The feeling of your mind loosing itself...
Victimized by the power of others ...
Thinking how you even aloud yourself to allow others to dictate your mind....

© Brandy Thomure   

American Psychosis
The sun, the Son,

ECLIPSED 
Overshadowed by
Dark clouds of 
Bloated EGO and ID
Me supersedes We
The people1
Will weep

 DEADLY SINS
 More than seven
In one
Narcissist ‘king’ of
WRATH,

© Mel Gill  

With the weight of the world
In your hands 
You quickly learn and understand
Dependency is something to be ashamed of

When you hand that weight to someone

© Abi Buck  

Love is desire
the name
the lust
the passion
the fire
the burning of the ashes as required

Sin is everyone
even when we were born, the mother's womb is the reason
why

© melissa Foulkes  

Hidden in the valleys
Towered by mighty peaks
Lies the church of rejects
The church of those called weak

Those the powerful sent home
Out of strong belief
That they were

© Luna Schwartz  

Falling into a dream apposed to their reality,
Living what seems to be the idea of their own personal fantasy,
The character they play is more than

© Cortney Bartholomew