Long Revengeful Poems
Long Revengeful Poems. Below are the most popular long Revengeful by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Revengeful poems by poem length and keyword.
Love is the one-time experience that cannot be measured,
described or forgotten
while lust needs innovation to be boasted about and the other is dumped...
Love is the sensation for lifetime
while lust leaves room for others...
Love is hugged and to be lived with ever after consummation
but lust leaves you wanting for more...
Love fills you with a sweet sensation to be complete
while lust leaves you empty and drained with a hollow
in your heart and soul...
Love gives you a reason to live
while lust leads to self-destruction...
Love gives you something to cherish throughout life
while lust makes you bitter and revengeful...
Love makes you beautiful while lust makes you ugly...
And, Love makes you human while lust makes you inhuman!
1/07/17
Look into my revengeful eyes and stare at my heartless soul. My words I speak kill like acid and my touch will leave you in flames. Don't cross the path I made you will get devoured in one bite. Walking on black water and residing by the blood waterfall. I'm so toxic that poison is my champagne.
I dance with crows under the midnight blood moon, with the veil on my dress made of screaming souls. My head rest upon a pillow made of skulls and bones with a quilt stitch of bare flesh. I bathe in tears of sorrow of the weak and con confused while my enemies rest in my dungeon of pain. I send you to the deep end where you sink while your dreams crumble into my web of melancholy and no rest.
Form:
I am not a crook
just close your eyes, don't look,
these others that surround me make all the mistakes
that's why I don't give, I only secretly take
and if you give me time
there is a leader here to find.
Fake news to the left of me
the base to the right praise me on their bended knees,
and all those in between are democratic lie machines
those deceitful liars are ghoulish revengeful fiends
each tries relentless as they may
but I will never ever slip away, hear what I say.
That one there, he's a crook and a fraud
I speak plain and loud my lack of flaws applaud,
some call me a braggart, a Buffon,
a president to impeach at noon;
check out these others or that one over there
lock him up, lock her up, lock them all, let no one be spared.
Forget the FBI, the CIA, they haven't got a clue
our foreign friends' investigations alone can reveal what's true,
and my republican senate friends who do not speak,
strive in their diligence to keep me out of reach;
I'm above it all, just wait and see, I'm the President untouched
standing above the multitudes who give me their blind trust.
Seeing
a
jackal
beat
on
a
novel
drum
A
tiger,
with
eagerness
at
its
peak,
Wished
to
do
the
very
same
-
And
struck
on
the
drum
with
a
stick!
The
drum
was
really
a
nest
of
wasps,
Suddenly
they
attacked
the
foolish
tiger
Who
flew
fast
and
fell
into
a
deep
pit
Where
he
died
in
groaning
pain
severe!
The
jackal's
pretending
to
play
on
the
drum,
For
he
was
in
a
revengeful
mood
To
take
the
tiger's
life
who
killed
The
she-
jackal,
his
love,
sweet
and
good!
When too happy or too sad, give your self few days to react.
The emotions will settle down and you will witness what is correct.
Difference of opinion is a part of life.
Our perceptions ignite,
But differences fade because emotions are forever entwined.
The spoken words and actions done can't be wiped.
Let's polish our selves to appear more elegant and dignified.
Today what appears a casual mistake might simply change the course of life.
So just think, what's wise!
We all are intelligent, capable enough of taking our own decisions.
Yet we go wrong because we have boundaries in form of experience, maturity, short sight.
We lose, we feel insulted, humiliated, depressed, revengeful just because we wait to react.
If we keep aside our ego and remain focused, such distractions will automatically vanish and set aside.
And not every body should have equal importance in one's life.
Just be the purest form of gold which never loses its shine.
Disbelief was the scorn of the unbelievers
who once derided and judged others;
they didn't love whoever disagreed,
never forgave and showed kindness...
unless they became similar in kind!
That wonderful thing about us
is that we don't hesitate or avoid to express
love and be kind in words and deeds;
does anyone regret being honest,
clearing the water after a horrible tempest
that brought redemption to their revengeful act?
We don't expect a string of miracles,
often times conceited egos make us err,
separate good intentions from the bad ones,
estranging us from reality, listening to the roar
of destructive winds and not take cover;
why is wisdom not heeded when one in danger?
That wonderful thing about us
make us humble and more human, not feeling
alone under a night sky without moonlight or stars;
if darkness frightens, there's little hope for light:
pluck up the courage and gladly look forward morning,
it will come unexpectedly and will make you sing
restoring faith in yourself and other things that bring delight!
The air splits as jets rip the sky
as death pilots every flight tonight.
And fearing that everyone may die,
panicking people scatter in fright.
Harboring hate, oft levies steep tolls
in the struggle of east versus west.
For martyrs possess revengeful souls,
to that, human bombs can attest.
The sting of a bullet takes a life,
unleashing reality's nightmare.
But, severing a head with a knife,
makes killing a personal affair.
Standing on arrogance, we feel tall
till a mine strikes with its shrapnel bite.
And sold on right, we think we can't fall,
but a boy lies dead, lost to this fight.
Innocent blood spills upon the sands,
among the casualties of war.
And God-fearing souls wash crimson hands,
never knowing what their child died for.
(Quatrain)
2/19/2015
DARK STYLE
Words ‘destructive’ and ‘drastic’ have dark style
Terms ‘dark’ and ‘black’ sometimes
act as if they are synonyms
Also, the term ’Gloomy’ has a dark profile.
Morose mind, aching heart or sorrowful soul
Horrified event or revengeful anger
Calamity or unpredictable danger
In drama of life, each plays dark role.
Too dark is deceit, so is betrayal
Darker goes shock, to swallow or to digest
Darkness in ingratitude is the ugliest
Scene is darkest if love faces refusal.
Dark nightmare fades away in the morning
Never get frightened of your shadow.
Throughout your life it will follow,
so long as bright light of life is accompanying.
Black environment can be granted
Even, if single life has to bear
May have you none, close to share
It seems darkest if you feel unwanted.
Dark Poetry Contest 11/13/15
Second Place
' A Brian Strand Rime'
Contest by Brian Strand
Exhausted
I once loved a man so much, that I yearned for his touch.
His complex issues, were so confusing.
Bruising our emotions.
Where we once joyfully danced to, Pachelbel Canon In D.
The pain he carried from the past I did not know; as he was not aware of mine.
Laughing by the beach.
Playing baby Einstein for our little ones.
In the blink of an eye it all came undone.
Like a broken hearted song.
I tried to understand, he pushed me away.
Causing a couple of greys.
He is now quite revengeful, this man I once knew.
His love grew to hate, in a voice that berates.
If only time could have put our love on pause so we could mature as a team.
Then I could build a defense from his high self esteem.
That only demeans.
Yet fails to redeem.
This generational pain, and abuse beat me down.
Now I wear a permanent frown.
Exhausted from your put downs.
Shrinking planet changing place
barbaric acts shame mankind.
Human species in disgrace
fortune driven future blind.
Corrupt hearts exploiting hate
modern madness ancient brew.
Inner anger molding fate
flawed logic displaces true.
Children starving babies die
begging food poverty grinds.
Hungry bellies anguished cry
twisted bodies crippled minds.
Exciting times untamed fun
holy war justifies thrill.
Early grave revengeful gun
God's blessing sanctifies kill.
Pushing limits people bare
cunning minds always agree.
Burnt forests polluted air
life’s priceless apathy's free.