Evil poems explore deliberate harm, cruelty, temptation, and the questions raised by destructive choices. A work may portray a threatening figure, confront an act of wrongdoing, or examine how indifference allows harm to spread.
Browse the examples below with attention to how the poem defines its moral conflict. Is evil presented as a force, a person's action, or a pattern within a community? Imagery and perspective can reveal the difference between naming something evil and showing the consequences that give the word weight.
Beneath a bruised and suffocating sky,
The horror creeps on pale, joint-socketed legs,
A towering wreck with one wet, milky eye
That feeds on human tears and broken begging.
Its flesh is stitched with silver, rotting thread,
And from its palms sprout mouths with double jaws:
It swallows whispers spoken by the dead,
And unweaves flesh through ancient, bloody laws.
It bends the shadows, folding space like thread,
To step inside the ribcage of its prey,
And replaces every memory of the dead
With screams that never melt into the day.
It drinks the light and leaves a freezing breath,
Then coils in minds to breed an endless death.
Ughh...
YOU're threatened by me,
Those who wish to distract us with victimization, coercion and blackmail
You claim to be for freedom,
Yet you despise free speech when it does not agree with yours
You are a the black hole that increases depression
You are the stage for terroristic notion
You are the killers of free thought.
Forget about MYTHS of our own blood
Thousands are now in despised LEAFS of handheld malls
Celebrated by well-known bureaucratic weapon SAYING it has more pleasure
In this dilemma of ACCEPTING unconscious behaviors
Even floods condemn this abomination era
Whitewash black history with DEMEANING theatre
Swimming in this landscape of JUSTIFYING lust
SMILING with no cultural ease
It is already here. Dark times SINGING
Like a hypocrite PREPARED to die for his illusion beliefs
This is unpassionate WORLD
Where is one human life worth more than another
Protest a killing, even consequences of the killer
You shout freedom those rape your babies
Who murdered, love one you bury six deep
Are we not free to do or told only one child
Thief cost you fingers, a bullet to well deserve
Our own pockets lined, looking easy way
While elderly robbed and anyone gullible weak
Socialist young, running free belt you spare
Don't believe guns, how you going defend
Walking out door, capped in ass
While evil rule dead, cowards fall begging knees
Look countries, refugee to war torn hunger
Beat like slaves control regime children lost
Parents die, hearts young harden hatred harvest
Is so much believe in a God of good sake humanity
Only choice your actions idiotic without concept
You thought before you did makes premeditated
Socialism, you no longer own what you earn
But deep pockets live extravagant life you dream
Fact in reality, Israel is Isra-evil clear to all.
Men shouldn't argue with Gray and men of his nature ~ argumentative sophist!
Give a cow enough grass,
never exceed it no matter what,
or it will shamelessly ask for more.
Once the fat keeps them away from the cold,
Grinding further, their teeth become boulders,
until the verdant is nowhere to be seen.
A mere flower evades from the sight of gardeners,
too afraid to smell its own scent.
A heel crushing the soil,
stepping a life in thought it was never created
On the hill He created
The ill hill that is fated
He was crucified
For His people He died
Of all and all of His creation
It was only on Earth He was displayed
To assume otherwise is waylaid
To the composition fallacy
Of the whole and pieces we see
Aliens are not salient
Evolution says maybe, maybe maybe
Married a theory, and aborted each baby
Know the truth and it shall set you free
And break you out of slavery
From apes to posterity
And rocks to complexity
The fantastic gymnastic
Implored an A.I. scholastic
And the plastic of a prophylactic
promise in the back seat of a car
Evil you are, you with all your lack, lack of love, lack of truth, lack of forgiveness.
Evil you are that sit in lies, sits in hate, sit with the ones that are fake.
You pretend to love us, pretend to care, pretend that all is as it appears.
Like a cloud that is in the sky, you change, you move, you cause storms to pour out of the sky.
Evil was the day that you were needed to speak the truth, but you hide under the lies and neglected the truth, you feared loosing money, loosing a worldly position, loosing a person that was not even a friend.
Evil comes in many forms, it lurks, it waits, it plots, to kill us all, like God explained to us, we are moving through this time that looks like life.
Life is time and space that each of us create with our love and hate, so choose love, choose forgiveness, choose the path that makes us all live in a place of happiness, choose a place that we can all live in a place that we can build happiness.
Lifting prayer to God, today and always.
The harvest is dead, and the orchard grows cold,
October has arrived in its crimson and gold.
They lit the great bonfires to burn out the chill,
And led you in velvet to the top of the hill.
The autumn wind sang for the darling, the blessed,
While I walked the shadows in a ash-covered dress.
They feast on the apple, they drink down the wine,
Ignorant of blood that runs thicker than brine.
You stood at the alter of dying fall light,
Reaping the glory I sowed in the night.
The frost on the iron, the rot in the thread—
I gathered the dark so your orchard stayed red.
You weep for the dying, you pray for the year,
While I am the butcher that conquered their fear.
When October's shard cold drives the winter down deep,
It isn't your mercy that let's the town sleep.
You call me a creature of malice and spite,
A shadow that haunts your mid-autumn night.
So blow out the lanterns and step to the glass,
Watch how the autumn leaves wither and pass.
We were twin branches of one dying oak,
You are the fire, but I am the smoke.
If I am a curse on the rust-colored earth,
Remember: I died so you'd have your rebirth.
give me peace, from matters.
I always answer: better than A wind from the pine-trees
And bright with the mountain moon.
ask about good and evil
Hark, there's a fisherman singing!
(Blackout of Answering Vice-Prefect Zhang by Wang Wei)
The stars nestle in the corner, beside the plump moon,
Disturbed by the sheet of inky blackness being pulled unhurriedly across the expansive sky.
The days are growing shorter, the temperature feels a little colder.
The trees are dancing amicably, a sea of red and gold leaves pirouetting towards the waiting floor.
In lively pockets throughout the globe, a festival is occurring.
One which encourages the unity of several religions;
Hinduism, Jainism, Sikhism and Buddhism too.
For five days, celebrations are rife, differing slightly, but following the same theme.
Dhanteras comes first; cleaning rituals commence, gold items must be bought,
Then comes Naraka Chaturdashi, pray for ancestral souls.
Third, is Lakshmi Puja, when the diyas are lit, clay lamps filled with oil
Allowed to burn brightly through the full moon,
Their presence an honour towards Lakshmi, bringing wealth.
Fourth is Govardhan Puja, religious ceremonies are performed.
Finally, Bhai Dooj celebrates the bond between siblings, unbreakable through strength.
Every Autumn, Diwali arrives, with colours so vibrant,
The peace and unity it creates, an inspiration to all.
Forces of good and evil, are all around, they work to dominate and take all.
All of our life, all that we love, forces of good and evil work to dominate our life.
Life forces we pray that all of our life is good and makes us be okay, we love life and love God, we lift prayers for protection in our life.
Forces of evil, are present in our lifes, we read about the evil that harms, that corrupts, that makes us live in a lowly and depressing life.
Forces of good, make us feel high with positive vibes, lifting us to a state of feeling good inside, like a sunny day, we feel warm and cozy in our good loving state.
Life forces we pray that all of our life is good and makes us be okay, we love life and love God, we lift prayers for protection in our life.
We recognize the forces that surround our life, we ask God and all of the angels to protect us from negative and evil in our life, may we walk in peace and love all the days of our life.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Old prune face..Geeze what a boat race.'
Talking (a piece?) It aint great ! In fact it
Shore grates. He kalidoscopes the living
Hell pontificating, on what should gel.?
He has a plan.' Well what is new.? Not this
G O A T of evil...I'd warrant that one thing is very true
The free press is free
Unless it says something wrong
Then it is not free
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He read the whole terms
He agreed to sell his soul
The font was too small
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War is on the news
The anchors all wear nice suits
We change the channel
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