Incitement Poems | Examples

Holocaust remembrance day

27 January is known as holocaust Liberation day
The liberation of the Auschwitz concentration camp 
Systematic extermination  of jews what can i say
The NAZI regime laying down its stamp

These awful acts carried out around Europe
People being murdered because of religion
No proper food starved of syrup
Living in camps like hells kitchen

6 million Jews exterminated
Two thirds of Europe's Jewish population
The smell of death permeated
It needs to remain in education

Why were the Jewish persecuted
It dates back as far as roman times
The warped idea of man concluded
The Jewish were alleged to commit crimes

The main instigator for this despicable act
The Final solution  incitement off genocide
Was Adolf Hitler this is a fact 
With his tiny mustache and eyes opened wide

The evil within him was totally absorbed
He compared the Jews to being germs
He wrote main kamph  for the record
Antisemitism he took by the horns

Although illegal and somewhat outrageous
Hitler didn't invent antisemitism
Jewish persecution was around in the middle ages
This would now been known as racism

Not a poem

Oooh life yerrr is killing me ooh so softly 
Ooh marshall 
you  seducer  mad user 
your legacy 
And 
Past history 
Ooh yer your crazy crazy 
You find my love and What do you say 
You hurt me 
Why do you 
You hurt me this way 
What do you say 
Not a poem 
It's purgatory 

Oooh life yer is killing me oooh yer so softly
Angels you used to know 
Oooh lost in tbe spirt of a bottle 
Oooh life yer is killjng me 
Oooh so softly
And you blame it all on me 
Not a poem 
It's purgatory 

Your shadow of fear 
Its all in your head 
Deadline Feds 
Dragging me from my bed 
Your chains and walls closing In
Init
In 
Guns and Gangs Street posing 
Deadline Feds in my head 
You get it 
Init
I'm not the only one 
Caught on a bonnet 
Brand
Merch 
Your on it 

Brummm brummmm 

 Oooh life yer is killjng me 
Oooh so softly
And you blame it all on me

Your Guns and Gangs 
They frighten me
 incitement 
Locked in a cell 
The one who took you away 
the one who dragged me to hell
Oooh life yerrr is killing me ooh so softly
Not a poem 
It's purgatory.

Pink

Love and romance
Embrace the trance. 
Caring and compassion radiate
Kindness and softness are compatriot
Playfulness and serenity thrive.
Pink brings warmth and healing to revive
Tranquility reaches its pinnacle.
It's a fallacy that pink makes one infantile.
With much fervour and excitement
Pink has a joyous incitement.
Do you now know why I give these pink outfits?
All these pink qualities are my gifts.

Infancy - Potd

Inception of true life,
  Incitement of new birth,
Immaturity pure,
  Instruction to follow,
Information from books,
  Inexperience but
It leads to deep learning.

Excitement Enticement and Incitement

Separate I can all excitements,
Quick to sense the ones from Enticement;
Never misconstrued The incitements:
Their confirmed bonding cord 'Inducement'.

Sometimes, Enticement through adducement,
At times, incitement through traducement
And what we do is problems augment:
Between cleaving groups spoil their cement.

Then, we should face man's sure chatisement
For fanned excitements through adducement,
The stirred ones through plain traducement;

For unchecked interest in Incitement.

There Is No Personalism

Definitive,
a dry phrase, dripping with meaning,
which dissolves
the pallour of revolution.
Incitement,
barking message,
cuts through discontent
with rotating blades,
it awards morals and sense
of living, watching
the sun of the ancestors.
Do not use personalism,
not because the self does not exist
with the fronds of dishonour,
it exists, but it is pathetic.
Not I, one wants to be impersonal
peering into the dark,
intuition of dried herbs
and served cold.
Mothers swearing
the latest jacquerie of troublesome children.
Fathers sipping wine
whitened by the many waits for dialogue.
Sons savouring cold metal,
without regard or understanding
for hunched shoulders,
heroes for a day, piecework fools.
There is no personalism,
only clumsy attempts

Best Wishes For the Rest

The bettor I set forth, the less you appear to care. 
Hence, the best I attempt, the farther I prosper. 
It looks that you cannot complete this assignment. 
For every solo blink, sheerer gets incitement.

The time has shown up for you to be conscious. 
To branch out into the world for karma purposes. 
The shortcoming lies with me for wrecking you.
At that point, I whimsy it was the right track to do.

The bettor I serve, the best I can observe. 
On account of you, I retained the option to improve. 
Flying is the best trail for ascertaining your way.
There are a variety of events present today.

The issue is resolved, and the site is likely.
Launch your destiny without uncertainty.
It's useless whether you admire me.  
Either you involve me or won't be your plea.

I'm hesitant; however, one object is clear. 
I'll wait by there till the silver star appears. 
You needn't bother with my increased support. 
It's fit beyond due that I discharge you in short.


Written: November 21, 2021

Win the War

In the tough war field action crawls the soldier
across the hostile ground riddled with mine,
charges with the loaded gun on his shoulder,
revenge and rage in fighter mind sorely combine.

Facing the lurking danger of dying any instant,
sparkle of the smiling face of his little daughter
he sees flash on the screen of sense dormant,
he subsides awhile for his mission is to slaughter.

His assigned task now is to kill the enemy at sight
with the hands that fondly caressed his daughter,
fear of death is killed by the incitement to fight,
he must live for her, it’s not the time to falter.

Be a bold soldier, fight for a cause without fear,
you will live for the loved ones winning the war.


November 14, 2021
Contest : War
Sponsor :  Kai Michael Neumann

Beware the Shepherd

While jurisprudence illustrates through brief,
the bureaucrat stands verbal in reply.
To pillage righteous freedoms like a thief,
he fans malfeasance tethered to a lie.

  Incitement is the weaponry of choice 
for inspiration fanning despot flames,
autocracy inflects within the voice 
to emphasize the fabricated claims.

  When treachery lies hidden in pursuit 
of public trust or monetary gain,
a blind belief leaves reason in dispute
to dispossess such mutinous disdain.
    
  Beware the quisling, quick in repartee, 
with flouted oaths that lend to vagrant creed,
for in their wake, the demagogue will plea 
constituents were partners in the deed.

  Is not a vote the voice behind the lead, 
is not a gathered flock thy shepherd’s keep?
For voices served are culpable in deed,
and what they cultivate so shall they reap.

  Though, but a bit more goodness lights 
the night than evil bids to dim the human heart,
morality must lean into this fight 
if e’er to let benevolence impart.

Beware America's Democracy

When the erstwhile Tweeter-in-Chief vents
It is "Freedom of Speech," a First Amendment Right
When Democratic Party will "fight" tyrant-efforts
Defense rests on moral equivalence, yet last night
As many as seven Republican Senators got Party censures
For voting to convict Christian Trump of incitement (01/06/2021)

(c) Deo sheltering in place while US democracy blows over this planet.

Shout Me

Shout me
Your anger
In caps
If you like
Get it off
Your mind
And let it
All out

Shout me 
Your anger
What it is 
You hate
Is it
The world around
Or the walls
That bound

Shout me
An anger
In frustration
Yells
Pent up
Shut up
Incitement
Don’t
Excite them

Shout me 
An anger
Am sure
Subjects abound
Stewing in that pot
Don’t let it brown

Shout me 
An anger
Use me 
To punch it out
Let it go
Let it go
Let’s go out

Shout me
All your anger
PM me
If you will
View me
As all
That is wrong
I offer myself
Freely
So, you
Can move on

Shout me
Your anger
Just whisper me
Your love

-afflatus-

to lose a muse is none but sorrow,
no fuse can chase away the fear-
words shall appear and be near tomorrow

my inspiration is my revelation,
creativity with epiphanies of light-
found insight in a flight of meditation

divinity in security and laughter in purity,
freedom to choose what i wish to say-
the yellows and blues abay obscurity

incitement and excitement in each metaphor,
syllables that cope with hope and brilliance-
resilience towards hindrance i adore

my muse stimulated, sometimes complicated-
no quill can erase what i long to express-
for God does bless what talents he has created

i shall sing lyrics to my soul for all time,
as the ring mimics my life of loss and love-
for the lithe of blithe shall be sought in my rhyme


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2.18.20
I chose - 'AFFLATUS'
Sponsor - Edward Ibeh

Silhouetted

Silhouetted against a moon hung low, a lone wolf howls
   Unmusical laments Mused-ly well up from the bowels

Of anxiety, restlessness, loneliness, excitement 
   Theory upon theory why he bellows his incitement...

He is become one of us 
   We see ourselves in his reflection...

Some would have him an unquenchable romantic
   Others an emblem of devilish antics

Wildlife-righters say he's delineating territory
   Or thwarting enemies from darkest purgatory...

Seek out his truth: Is he become one of us?
   ~ Our way we have lost in reflections superfluous

A Girl Just Wants To Have Fun

Friday night and I am already high as a kite plus this is a girl’s night out.
I will take a nap to lower my high and awaken ready to party.
This is my night to enjoy me.

I am awoke and sober.
The clock ticks four p.m.
My arousal is provoking incitement.

Humor the soul
Ignite the spirit
This is my night out.

I move to my closet and chose my outfit.
My selection is a sky blue maxi.
I smile mentally and know this well get me attention.
I am single by the way; however, I have had prior engagements.

In the club now, loud and rowdy, my wit will not end.
I am drinking bourbon.
Shall I go straight tonight or am I a gay girl?
My sexual feeling is driving me wild.
Has my sex partner made it in the house?

Humor the soul
Ignite the spirit
This is my night out.

Boisterous I precede.
He enters via the east wing.
He is dressed to kill.
I sashay toward him.
Someone pulls me on the dance floor.
He takes a seat and waits for me with eyes glowing.

The dance ends.
He holds out his hand.
Together we leave.

Specters we are.
Spiritually alive!
This is my night out.
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Penned on May 07,2014!
For Kelly's Deschler Night Owl Contest!

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