Evilly Poems | Examples

What happened to the place

I resided there once
I returned to find it derelict 
Looks like a horror scene
Spiders spun webs
Doors locks blown off
Leaves placed as if arranged evilly
When I was there
I remember it serene 
Well cared for secure place to live
Warm and tranquil
What have you done to the place

THE ABSURDITY OF WARRING FOR PEACE

Evilly absurd,
Bombing lives doesn’t win peace;
Just wishful power:-
War and peace are antonyms.
You can’t make them synonyms:-

War can not bring peace,
Just collateral damage,
And high death rates:-
Peace comes with labors of love,
Nourished by God’s healing grace:-

War only knows hate,
Bombing homes, schools, and churches,
Filled with peaceful lives:-
When will this world ever be
A world rooted in love’s peace?!

Killer Instinct

   I trapped a fly
    between a screen
   and window today

    ~ grinning evilly

We Never Talked About It

My mom asked if I wanted to go in.

He knows, and he’s waiting to tell us.

He tells us that I’m a weirdo.

He tells us that I’m quiet, and shy, and going to be like that forever.

And there’s nothing we can do about that.

He smiles, evilly.

He smiles, in pity.

I’ll never see him again.

I’ll have to go home right after. 

To do homework.

I’m in my room, and it’s silent.

I know she’s downstairs,

I know she’s mad that I’m like this.

We never talk anymore.

Like we did when I was a kid.

I learned it’s better that way.

Now I know I was right.

Unknown, the Remnant Strands

It befalls on me the intensity,
Catapulted with dire immensity,
Within which lives the sensitivity,
Of them emotions built, the lightest. 

Then befell on me, the beknownst,
Whistled in hymnes and in absence,
The peculiarities in offsetting balances,
Them unknown like the remnant strands,
And today rejoicing to the kinds of sounds,
Evilly tracked and maximum on commands, 

Nursed the grievances forthwith,
Right so denied the chances to doeth,
Fight for agreances to heal and find worth,
Midst the punches on all ends and broken.

Face To Face With Hangmen

First, a phone that insistently rang,
Soon, a voice that croakily sang,
Then, a door that did as insistently bang
And a steely chain that knew how to clang…

Next, a calmly approaching unsmiling gang,
Face to face with him, they should hang
And relaxed the bastard watch against the pangs
From their boa-constrictor-mimicking ropes with cobra’s fangs…

And it was to be a torture fully intended;
Its former arranged duration evilly extended,
Victim’s final lifeless body made to lie supine,
As just that to any onlooker should be fine!

Cool Cats

Tiny little cat soul
Loyal as can be,
If I did not feed her
I know that she’d feed me.

Though dogs are mans best friend
If food will go astray,
They’d take the food from anyone
Hence they would run away.

Cat killers hate cats
They’ve hunted evilly- 
The tiny little fur ball friends
Behaving treacherously.

Every night she guards me
Sleeping on my bed,
A friend for life throughout all strife
She’s worthy to be fed.

Makes me laugh and brings me joy
With much personality,
It’s only fair to give them care
For cats identity.

Domestic pets, expensive vets
A hole in ladies purse,
No price to high for loyalty and
Simply loving worth.

Though we never own the animals
We know we can’t mistrust,
The respect they reflect
Whilst ownership of us.

The Last War

The last war
I accidentally saw
Was an eyesore…
In a crazy film that lowered my lower Jaw
And had me dazedly regarding the scenes from bare-floor;
Its further show casing of a hyperactive chainsaw
With all its evilly quartering powers and evil awe
That man’s bestiality once again brought to the fore
Making peace talks a thing to humanity core 
And much blood shed at best an exciting bore…
The last wars
I saw in a friend’s store
Was worse than a shaming whore
Towards you advancing and you’re fast to an exit door

Alzheimer's

Alzheimer’s is the devil incarnate secretly waiting in the wings to violate
Lovely people who are unaware this evil disease is in hiding somewhere
Zigzagging silently through their brain ~ never to be the same again
Hell on earth it steals their mind with total confusion left behind
Evilly worming ~ silently destroying ~ sucking your loved one’s life away
Injecting poison into family and friends, breaking hearts their pain never ends
Making sure they know you are there, to laugh and sing helps quell their fear
Enjoy time together, each minute of each day, before life slowly fades away 
Remembering what they did has gone; but how they felt stays with them long
So hug and kiss, talk and sing, look into their eyes, they are still there within

Written 14th October 2019
For my dearest sister-in- law who will be 64 tomorrow

24th December 2019
Contest: STRAND SPECIAL 9,
Sponsor: Brian Strand
HONORABLE  MENTION

A Halo Goodbye

An alm-timed good deed
got evilly rewarded
The saintly gesture, labor of love
was given a
perfidious payment

Death by dissimulation
uttered a bullet cry
Good Samaritan intentions
was given a
hot metal, cold evil eye

A warm welcoming, kind-hearted try
was given a
glowing halo goodbye

Pumpkin Juice

Pureed pumpkin with water
Add cinnamon and
Ginger, honey and a dash,
Vanilla flavor;
Mix and serve real warm
Evilly…
Sweet!

Careful How We Love

CAREFUL HOW WE LOVE 

We must love so carefully,
though beautifully and spiritually,
Must ever love so prayerfully,
Making sure it’s truly love. 

Love should not be secretly, 
but publicly and accountably,
Not destructively, but constructively,
Take care for how we love.

Love should not be questionably,
but sacredly not untruthfully 
witch’craftily, or evilly, 
selfishly or deceivingly, 
oh it’s unbelievably, 
what’s passed off as true love. 

Love is not what you say, 
It’s more what you do,
Behind the back love, and to the face too,
Love doesn’t harm ...or ever lie to you,
If only you knew... what I know that you do,

You would be very careful,
So much more very careful,
We must all be careful 
Careful how we love.

Seeing Less and Less

More Les C. Moore musing ...


Les C. Moore is back people,
and he’s mad as can be
A shakedown is going on,
and he don’t like what he see
Somewhere in a dark place,
dirty deals are being conceived and hatched
Like an army of cockroaches crawling,
heading for your life savings cookie jar,
		they’ve been evilly dispatched
And as a result of this dastardliness,
a whole lot of people
are gonna be seeing less and less
When they need to be seeing more
          compassion than ever before
What’s going on in that dark room you ask:
a crafty shifting of the common wealth
That’s gonna leave a lot of people
without any insurance for their health
Looks like there’s a vote on the Hill coming in ... 
sorry y’all,
ain’t no more guaranteed medical help — 
			      so don’t get sick again
It’s all getting less and less,
and Les C. Moore done seen enough
He reckon there’ll be more cutting away,
things getting less and less and less
Soon that less is gonna go to nothing
Les C. says that’s his educated guess

Swords of Brothers

Swords clash and ignite the fire within 
Fighters draw and strike again.
Draw! Strike! Draw again! 
Strike him until he’s subdued! 
Broken, bloody, torn and bruised.
Strike again, angry words this time fall
Forget the brotherhood and ties, uniting them all.
Victory is within his grasp 
he can hear his enemy’s final gasp.
Menacingly he looks over the wounded, now walking dead
Grinning evilly, he picks up his sword to swing it over his head.
Victory is imminent;
He rushes on as he prepares to draw and strike the fatal blow.
Suddenly he notices the hilt with an ethereal glow. 
“free people are brothers” is the gilded message of the now silent sword.
Anguish, grief and remorse are now his just reward.
An enemy he was not, but a friend,
Struck down, fatal blow, a grisly end.
Bonded they were in a battle long ago,when they fought for the same cause side by side
to be enslaved no more, was their battle cry, now by his own sword, his brother has died.
Hollow victory, blood stained hilt;
Now filled with sadness, pain and guilt. 
A silenced mouth still with stories untold. 
Forgotten brotherhood, a kinship now extinguished and grown cold.

Dead Snake In the Middle of the Roadaf

DEAD SNAKE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE TRAIL

SNAKE!  I see you!  
I see you tightly curled around that rock
waiting, in your evilness
to attack a man, passing.  Why?

I walk this trail, daily, almost.
It is something I have to do.  I
did not see you yesterday. Were you here then,
 lurking evilly to get me?   

Or were you hunting, as God intended,
to secure your subsistence?  Perhaps you were
enjoying Nature's radiance on a sunkissed
asphalt trail, a creature's bliss, sustained by God?

now, here you are - - 
DEAD!  That rock killed you.  It
lay on your head, immorally thrown
by one who hates, or fears you.

It could be nothing less
that caused your death, oh snake. 
Primordial fears, shaking hate 
casts man into a reality of . . .  

Killing snakes.  Because . . .

The snake was feared,
The rock was there
and loathing man, 
knew no better.


REFRAIN:
(Who else would wantonly kill the creatures of God 
until the scent of their beauty,  the taste of their bounty,
has dissolved into a wistful dream of barrenness?
Man, the hating antipathy of Nature's burgeon.)

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