Betrayal Dramatic Monologue Poems | Examples
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Oh death
The fear of countless souls
I adore your kiss
I need you close
When will we meet?
When shall you come?
It's too long a wait
Please come tonight
I don't know you
I know life is a tsunami
Perhaps you can rescue me
Where shall we meet?
Oh life
The lover of the lifeless
I've honored your presence
I gave you my all
Why you misled me, lover?
Why toss me into lava?
It's too long a wait
Get out of my sight
It's as if I know you
I heard that death is a fortune
You ruthlessly fried my liver
No time for reversal
Better the joy from dying
Worse the misery from living
Free my feet from tight shoes
My toes from hammering heat
I can hear the darkness sing
Better the joy! Worse the misery!
Oh life and death
You're all my friends
Like the sheep sharing a shepherd
Fighting firmly on the loose land —
Dear earth, why you betrayed me?
Dear hell, how will you come?
With a billion eyes, I've tasted
The two colors yearning for balance
The lovely world into balance
I need no life
I need no death
I need a midpoint!
Why won’t poets write about us?
Is rhyming with orange that troubling?
Don’t we, like other fruits need thus:
To be showered with praises all bubbling?
We have stunning looks and great taste
But where are the poems and sonnets?
We are saddened that no one makes haste
To promote us on shirts or bonnets.
We hate to complain about this,
But it’s awful and gone on too long!
It has come to a state of injustice
And us oranges can’t “move on.”
Will someone pen us a platitude,
Or wax about orange’s great name?
Or will cowards offer no gratitude
And we linger on, having no fame.
The next time you savor our juice
Or peel our remarkable skins,
We will pardon the years of abuse,
If poets will pick up their pens!
The Journey
Standing at this crossroads, I finally see
How life shaped us through misunderstanding.
What I once called betrayal was merely growth—
Two saplings reaching toward different light.
I trace the map of our journey together,
Each weathered line telling its own story.
In forgiving our mutual imperfections,
I've found that love transforms alongside us.
This is the wisdom life whispers:
To hold each other loosely, yet with care,
As we bloom into our truest selves.????????????????
She wove a tapestry of tender grace,
A silken thread of affection's embrace.
He, a tempest, a tempestuous soul,
Cast shadows deep, beyond control.
She, a beacon, radiant and bright,
Bathed him in the aureate light
Of her devotion, pure and true,
But he, oblivious, sailed through.
He, an incubus, a fleeting guise,
Lured her with illusory skies.
She, with an albatross of adoration,
Yearned for a flight, a love above.
But he, a maelstrom, dark and deep,
Dragged her down to the ocean's keep,
Where hope, a fragile, opalescent gleam,
Drowned in the abyss of his cold, cruel dream.
Normaly ?
Normaly I want to kill myself
Not today,
Today I want to kill you
Take a chance
The chance that I am lying
That really
I really still want to die for your sins
Because?
This because there is no one to betray me three times before the cock crows
No crowd to take me to pilate to be sentenced
and no hill to carry my cross when she wipes my face full of blood
Just you
It is Just you who betrays me for three cocks
The only one to test and distract me
And I really don't want to die on your hills while you wipe my thoughts from doubt
So Take a chance
Take a chance that it is the rope over you.
Clueless Boy
When I met her, I was a clueless boy
But she didn't wait for me to mature
She saw my innocence for weakness
And my lack of money , a curse
She never thought this boy will grow
She ran away with other lovers
Because in her eyes I was a clueless boy
She didn't mind what it did to my heart
I stood there, wondering if only she could see me.
Love became a mystery .
She was blind to my pain and deaf to my cries
I was a clueless boy to her
Until one day she found out, she had HIV and pregnant
She looked for that , clueless boy ,
And he was long gone.
Written by Tawona M Ranganawa
8/12/23
For far too long,
you just went on your way
skipping to their song.
Down the road, you went,
smiling and giving love.
Later, you discovered nearly all your gas was spent.
Nobody chipping in on gas,
but they're still looking for a ride,
got you wondering how long you could last.
Now you need to refuel.
gas is low, moving slowly,
time for renewal.
So, go on and pull over and park it.
No more smiling while they're beguiling.
Just sit, think, but don't soak in it.
It's okay.
Get and stay on the shoulder.
Divine gas is coming your way.
It's okay.
For too long, you gassed them up for the ride.
Now you have new gas, so no need to stay.
It's okay.
But be sure to keep this divine gas in your tank.
Now drive, drive far away.
"Baffling Ole sawol
immortal principle in man
my pneuma spirit connects,
and communicates with God
My soul betrayal is myself
My choice process mostly wrong
This is my sin, calling
Mine mind betrayal trust not myself
Lies to you, my soul, my breath
My soul betrayal is myself
Nephesh O' soul betrayer of my life
Nephesh soul betrayer of my mind
Nephesh soul betrayer of mine eyes
Lying to my living, breathing conscious body
My soul betrayal is myself
Denying myself, lying heart, lying self
So mine soul betrayal alive my heart is dead
Betrayal of my soul, mind and heart
Depart, deceitful tongue, deceitful heart
Betrayed by my soul and breath
the last of it?
My soul betrayal is myself"
4/18/22 2022©
For Soul Betrayal Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
(Sawol/Sawel=means Soul)
(Nephesh-Hebrew for Soul)
I should imagine it is the same everywhere,
With gangs free to turn up anywhere,
As the exception to the lock down rule over here,
With police giving them an escort to get there.
They were always going to be the fly in the ointment,
That would increase the need for an oxygen tent,
And encourage discontent,
From others who were once content,
To listen with intent,
When told not to go to an event
Where Covid is hell bent,
To havoc rent,
All because gangs are given freedom to its fullest extent,
While others are left to lament,
Inaction by those who should have taken the hint.
Something has hollowed her will for heart
She has swallowed a distant spark
Clothing despair she's breathing foul air
Let peace be still
Walking through barefoot on thorns and bristles
Standing in dominantly still in her sins past decisions
He wrote it in her mind set dawning past tense
Let peace be still
Transverse misgivings pass post wrong decisions
Some things crawling on your skin you're full of misgiving
Temperature rises Spirit full of surprises
Let peace be still
When you find it you're negative self you're dealing with
And you allow fake Satan's thoughts to have you distraught
When the world around you is in chaos
When your body's at war with you and your stomach in knots
Get off your high horse release you your truth
And let peace
Let peace be still
10/23/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Cheerio old chap!
O’ mighty Prometheus
Invited to this a tea party
Alas this ole social gathering
Frankenstein and his closest friends
There on the table
A vast variety of wolf cakes
Games to partake of
A tea cup treasure hunt
Tea leaf Pictionary
Sugar cube stack Pinko
Blood dripping on the floor?
Selected ate at the time invitations set
Planned menu brew and serve
English men tarts
Raw cut up hearts
In attendance at Frankenstein Tea Party
Shared cups of tea with light refreshments
Frankenstein Monster and his friend
Dracula and Mina Harken
Werewolf Peter Stuble
While at the table rotting
Dead host of days past
Drink up- Drink up
Those cottages protectors
Planned tea party gathering
Conversations of death, dark and demonic tales
Oh! Did I mention also in attendance Frankenstein wife
Eva
Holing werewolf
Cries pass the wolf bread
What a unholy gathering drinking tea (and blood) and the rest of the party dead
*5th place Placement in Contest*
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
8/26/21 2021©
Frankenstein Tea Party 2021 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joe Maverick
It is dark
Black
it's midnight
I am part of the arch
blackened skin
Black
And to the rainbow class
of my environment
how am I supposed to act
Black
Is it a color
is it a thing
is it a human being
Black
how can I fit in
when daylight parts
substance abuse is different colors of dirt
and there's also a man saying does it mix
Black
And I must insist of the mix God has created rainbow
I promise of his promise to never chastise us the same way again
and just how can I proceed
if I am to believe
that anything can grow with or without me I am on track
Am I black
Visual effects of glares paint deliberate scores of idleness-
Broken from silence
and broke in to pieces
I feel myself sinking
Slipping Away
Breathless I'm choking
In your blood I am soaking
Provoke in me loathing
Exploding
Corroding
I feel my soul shrinking
AS I GIVE IT AWAY!!!
Iniquity in me
All is crimson what I see
I bid you less mercy
As I beg of you "Holiday"
Standing on Ceremony
My Greed and my Pride
My Wrath gives me
Lust in Me
Want in me
Died
Placed Black Roses on my Grave
Contest-- My Significant 2021 Poem. BY Beata Agustin 1-25-2022
3rd Place
Can you smell the fear,
That is now everywhere,
Even where there is protective gear,
And media outlets of the year.
Extremists and opportunists the only ones to cheer,
As the grieving are tossed up in the air,
While others steal their gear,
It is just not fair,
That those who profess to care,
Are turning a blind ear,
While planning more ways to spread fear.
When the dust begins to clear,
Who will have power they don't want to share,
And who will have kindness to spare,
Who will have a list of people they want to scare,
And who will be worse off than before,
Who will be deciding what is fair,
And who will be counting money they have made from the fear in the air.
The only things that seem clear,
In this atmosphere,
Is that cosmetic surgery will not clear the air,
And extremism will only spread more fear,
Money cannot replace kindness or a listening ear,
And if we don't give back some dignity to those in despair,
Fear will always be in the air,
Extremists will always be there to cheer,
With media outlets reporting on all they care to share.
I never thought I needed to tell you,
Thought that was something you learned as you grew,
From listening to your parents talking about what to do,
Before they go,
And you did get a sneak peek at someone with eyes
no longer able to appreciate the view.
So, now is the time to stop pretending it is not true,
And accept that there is an end date, even for you.
If you want to prolong your stay,
And see more children play,
Leaving no debts for others to pay,
Knowing you had said all you needed to say,
Then in Isolation you should stay.
I hope you have not skipped class halfway through the session,
Before I ask this question,
If you are determined to continue your mission?
While in transmission,
Who else will no longer be in a position,
To man their station,
Because you gave them no consideration,
Due in part to multiple failures to right the misconception,
That you are an exception.