Curse Poems - Poems about 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....

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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...

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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...

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poesy curse of hanging fruit strings a pool topped up to the brim will spill over to endless drips of drivel slops ...

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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...

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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...

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

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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...

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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...

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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....

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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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You cursed a girl to die at the age of sixteen, Yet you also gave Life to a girl suffering in her teens, You cursed a girl to die at her own home, Yet you blessed the other who could now stay permanently- -In the Prince's home. You are both Good and Evil, And become both Mother and a Devil, On one...

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