Curse Poems

The Writer’s Curse

This is a warning 
A condition all of us have
One that every writer fears
It will come to you someday 
And there is nothing you can do
Try sitting down at your keyboard
Type in just one or two words
Your mind will shut down
Your fingers will freeze where they are
And you may start to cry a bit
But do

Curse

Everything you touch rots. Not because of me—but because you became a f*cken white supremacist when you raped a Black woman and expected silence.

Goodluck.

A Directional Curse

A Directional Curse

The first time I heard
“Go to hell.”
where it seemed
not just an aimless curse
but a direction.

The empty soul
in bright orange;
couldn’t miss him,
but they aim to.

No emotions,
just a fly on the wall
on sticky tape.

He can’t escape
the familys’ words -
they will be heard.

One father moved
the lectern
to face the beast,
to chastise him
to his face.

One mother preached
with scripture

Enough For Now, Enough Forever

Enough, he said with voice pitched low
Enough for now, he whispered slow
And curled in upon himself
Having nothing left to show

Knowing no one and nonself

Enough, he cried though no one heeded
Enough for now, as he retreated
And left another piece behind
Having no faith to be intreated

Perceiving his own broken mind

Enough, he proclaimed with a tremor 
Enough for

poesy curse of hanging fruit strings

poesy curse of hanging fruit strings

a pool topped up to the brim
will spill over 
to
endless 
drips 
of 
drivel 
slops

Empath

It can hurt to be around people 
Especially those somber and sad
You can feel it the heart is a steeple
Welcome to the life of an empath 

The news can be overwhelming 
Yet I enjoy being in the know
The contents is often telling
If my mood will swing high or low 

Low for a firefighter died only

Revenge

Never wish death upon your enemy,
wish that they beg for death.
Drink from silver cups of silence,
haunted by ghosts of breath.
Let their triumphs rot in shadow,
gold turn to sand.
Every crown one of thorns.
every touch a reprimand.
Let mirrors show them what they buried,
let time refuse to heal,
not with fire, but with memory,
may they learn what it means

Earth

I wondered to watch the eccentric earth,                             Are you a green globe of the universe,            

Hypnotic verse

There's no horizon left,
I was awake and slept.—
Moon was aligned with 
Stars and my own myth.

Night reveals the intense love,
Which were kept hidden in light.—
Dreams felt like a curse,
Turns to a hypnotic verse:

"Flow of flowers from fay,
Pink red leaves and a rose,
Brown iris like branches,
Cry and rare crystal flow.—

Die while picturing the dreams,
Early mornings are

A poisonous curse or a wish come true?

Love is something few alive know. it isn't something you do nor is it something you can catch. It is the outcome of a life lived for another in agreement with each other. Those who are shackled by its roots are blinded in their hearts & can only view each other whilst gazing forward towards

I Am Alive

Why am I so different? Why does the world look at me as if I am broken and lost? Tragedy does not define me touched as a child now forced to wear the scars of my generational curse.Due to one man’s uncontrollable lust the world treats me as if though I am better off dead.

cool, cruel curse

moon …

beams that burn -
that turn my surgings to slag
my teeth to serrations,
hungering …
can those silly sentients not see the
verity in my veneration, you?
do they truly think it’s only art, 
only … verse?
that my blood runs in
these inky scratchings alone?
‘why pen these dark tales with such legitimacy -
such … clear scope?’
oh … why, indeed!
for were

The Curse of the Hopeless

You hold someone down, do what they don't ask, fulfill their wildest dream, to not feel reciprocated, to feel you are being used, while your needs drift down stream.
You endure the pain; you accept your fate every time, ignoring every warning, hoping this one is the last rhymes.
We do this always; we do this cause

Generational Curse

It will be there in the morning
It will be there at night
Pull on your boxing gloves
And swing with all your might

You hit hard
Though it’s never enough
Be on your guard 
Things are about to get rough

A never ending battle
With that unseen enemy
In your head words rattle 
Words like addiction, abuse, poverty

You will attempt to run and

Generational Curse

It will be there in the morning
It will be there at night
Don your boxing gloves
And swing with all your might

You hit hard
Though it’s never enough
Be on your guard 
Things are about to get rough

A never ending battle
With that unseen enemy
In your head words rattle 
Words like addiction, abuse, poverty

You will attempt to run and hide
Yet

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