Havoc Poems - Poems about Havoc

‘Cry “havoc!” and let slip the dogs of war‘ (Julius Caesar, Act 3, Scene 1) Let’s cry peace and not release the dogs! ...

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Tries to be ambitious At Least once in a lifetime to be called precious Society taught to be cautious Uncertainty was seemed Everyone thought that they were schemed Couldn’t fit in the field Plasted with a smile Thought to dry the nile Of her dreams to be fine Once in a lifetime shown a minute shine They was nil to call...

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Looking out the window of life what do I see It is a far different world from what it used to be We must all work together to make life a pleasure not just for a select few Everyone is entitled to have their dreams come true Negativity has swept the world creating havoc at every turn To change this...

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Chaos Into the maelstrom of blood flinging and flooded diarrhea Swirling amidst a vortex of needle and . There I stand at the middle of it all. The central point of this orbit of noxious madness. The nucleus at the heart of rotten insanity. A whirlpool of hot garbage circling around me, the core. An iris in fusion vomiting molten liquid metal upon...

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I am Havoc born in a Maelstrom of raging Chaos that forms perfect Pandemonium where Calamity breathes Mayhem birthing Devastation so my advice to you my dear give Billy Joel a call he may just be the lunatic you are looking for OKC 6/22...

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The sun now sheds tears, Making the sky, less fenced Inputting in me, strong hell Harvesting on earth, ill sense I was a snapping camera, Now I am the major general Making the problem my sitting throne Housing with me, odious loans I advise with great caption, Making you believe my fake action, And causing your heart to be well textured The pains now are...

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Blackie mounts my broomstick every Halloween With her silky coat and eyes of emerald green We’re silhouetted in the moonbeam's gleam Kitty meows so loudly if ever we are seen Children point at us and let out a scream Look at that black cat and the warty old witch Blackie’s hackles rise, her meow rises in pitch - I wish my black...

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An introduction to the I, not known through the eyes of the clouded. Our nature, strained by duality. Dedication of words hold hostage to expression. Our spirit, lingering in strife. The birth of strength, overrode by insecurity. The playful innocence, disowned. The core waits for forgiveness, from the self-absorbed. Waiting patiently, havoc surrenders to the unknown....

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From my blog on, Amoretti LXXV, by Edmund Spenser my tribute poem included below, Sailing Away From Dark That Wrecks Havoc On Earth Earth left cursing in raging anger and sad roars horrid spinning mess, its great darkness raining fear vast teeming multitudes, with evil shore to shore lies, wicked beasts, future never really clear. These new waters, horizon...

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'Tis like I walk knee deep in mud Where once though I was gliding, Had my heart misunderstood You now seem undeciding. Love I thought came to the fore My eager heart was flying, Yet now it lay upon the floor Were all my hopes now dying. I dared not guess, nor enquire, I was awash with dread, Oh how love, rife with desire Wrought havoc...

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the pitter patter little feet of rain unkempt needs to hibernate wicked still ~ harsh tornadic spin that upended Nashville 3/3/2020...

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Earth is fully lost as far and wide one can see water bodies seen!...

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Pandemonium packs a powerful punch, persisting pitifully in its path. Such a pretentious, pernicious prat, pilfering everything; Producing panic. I’ll make pandemonium pay; Penning a poem that puts Pratt pandemonium in it’s place, permanently. 10-23-2020 Alliteration 004 (I prefer old poems) Poetry Contest Poet Destroyer A...

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Please get something through your head When we're cut we all bleed red Our emotions are the same So there is no need to blame The differences you think we might Have on something wrong-- not right Beating hearts are in us all We all stumble-- we all fall The decisions we all make In our lives can sometimes break Us into people that are...

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Michael Myers is hiding because I'm holding my pen The horrific poet full of emotions and sins You talk like you've seen madness Well you're in for a shock when I create all of this Halloween havoc The psychotic poet is right here The only one who can cause Freddy Krueger to have nightmares Find me a spot to...

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