Long Torture Poems
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Green grass,
Blue skies
Sick people,
Sad goodbyes
Dark days,
Empty nights
People dying,
Violent fights
Frightened kids,
Scared moms
Divorced parents,
Lost bonds
Starving children,
Bloodthirsty thugs
Innocent victims,
Kid's with drug's
Devil worshippers,
Constant crime
Shot of a gun,
Nothing is fine
Confused youth,
Careless adults
Child abuse,
Countless faults
Selling drugs,
Peer pressure
Spreading aids,
Prostitute pleasure
Daily abduction,
Victims of rape
So much pain,
Few ever escape
Turning to suicide,
Ending a life
Psycho path killers,
Blade of a knife
Agony of loss,
A broken heart
Painful love,
Being ripped apart
Homeless people,
The joy of hurting
A love child,
So many uncertain
Pregnant teens,
Unstoppable s.t.d.'s.
Ashamed heritage,
Dangerous obsessions
Opinionated critics,
Unwanted suggestions
Killing family,
Betraying friends
As today begins,
Yesterday ends
Hopeless tomorrow,
Doubtful future
Destroying the mind,
Sickening humor
Never--ending sickness,
Too much disease
Does it ever stop?
Someone tell me please
Animal torture,
A newborns cry
Abandoned infents
Do we even try?
Sleeping around,
Simply for lust
Deceitful lovers,
Losing all trust
Breaking the law,
Getting away
Courtroom injustice,
It's the victims who pay
Who is wrong?
Who is right?
Criminals admired,
Have we lost sight?
Broken famileis,
Few who pray
The doubtful outlook,
Getting by each day
Forgotten morals,
Money hungry fools
Disgraceful greed,
Those who use
So many questions,
Yet so few answers
The wanting to know,
Happens much faster
When did it happen?
How did it start?
Who is to blame?
For letting our world fall apart?
I guess this is what you would call life.......
I just got dumped but unaware
She just left me hanging there
Not one phone call, text or tweet
Am I a ghost or is she unique
Yeah’ I was ghosted the other day
Feel so alone but what can I say
Not one call or Facebook nudge
Left here feeling a mighty grudge
This new craze it drives you mad
Just fade away don’t be scared
Call it ghosting it makes you swear
I think it’s ignorance it’s just not fair
Yeah’ I was ghosted the other day
Feel so alone but what can I say
Not one call or Facebook nudge
Left here feeling a mighty grudge
Yesterday I smashed my phone
She ignores my calls I’m all alone
How long can this heartless stuff go on
When I see her I’ll give her song
Yeah’ I was ghosted the other day
Feel so alone but what can I say
Not one call or Facebook nudge
Just left here feeling a mighty grudge
Don’t even know what I did wrong
Just want to know what’s going on
The torture of my emotions nagging
And it’s my head I keep on banging
Yeah’ I was ghosted the other day
Feel so alone but what can I say
Not one call or Facebook nudge
Just left here feeling a mighty grudge
© Copyright KC.Leake
2nd September 2015
All Rights Reserved
Hell is empty because all the devils are here on earth,
and he's happy because we never asked enough,
never saw enough, never heard enough.
Couldn't decide if he or his people were worse,
and it worked for him in the end it ing worked.
Was it the night the eagles fell to the dirt?
Nations falling apart, leave no stone unturned.
With the hundred thousand files the citizens searched,
with black long lines he rose from the dead,
others saying the things he left unsaid-
like the hundred thousand apologies,
and hundred thousand wasn't me[s]
with millions of tear filled eyes,
and billions of brainwashed minds.
While we never seek justice,
and one day this story dies,
until your children don't return from school,
until you realize your father is cruel.
Your voice will gain a voice,
Your steps will make a path,
make better political choice
and their crimes will burn to ash.
But they never will and long live the horror,
faced by the mute children in the corner,
their eyes blood red from the sadistic torture.
However focusing on what truly matters
while their tears fall and catch on fire ,
No Wait, we are all in this together ,
fighting battles for each other forever,
except you were never there in the mansion,
committing the evil sin of having hope and passion.
Oh God help us if you still have faith,
reverse and remove the root of our mistakes,
like giving us the idea of happiness and morality,
take it away the world or the tragedy.
For i don't want it if some get all,
and i don't wanna see my people fall,
and i don't want it at the cost of war,
and i don't want to see pictures of children on the floor,
and i don't know what else to ignore,
and i don't know who to trust anymore,
but when these demons reach the hell's door,
God will slam it and lock it down before,
escaping into a new world away from them,
probably because he has children better than humans to protect.
Written: May 9th 2024
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Opacity prevails in the chasm of my mind,
A subtle maze of torture and straps behind.
Hallucinations waltz within my sight flails,
Whispers of delusions—weave lying tales.
Lost in a world where truth fades away,
Bound by madness, if sanity might sway.
Creeping and crawling—archaic shards seep,
In a recess of gloom—where dreams sleep.
Smooth whispers reverberate, roles unseen,
Taunting, slandering —and sounding obscene.
I grasp onto the shards of an eroded soul,
Elusive, they dodge my grasp and bear control.
Is this an existence or just a heartless game?
Lost in an era of chaos—ingested by shame.
Aspects morph into masks of grief and despair,
I'm drowning in madness, desperate for air.
Paranoia icy grip tightens all around me,
A world of shadows, where danger plea.
I perished in a labyrinth of my proper creation,
Beset by life forms—by nefarious sedation.
A swirling vortex engulfs me in a thrilling haze,
Lost in the winding labyrinth embrace maze.
My plea for relief is ignored and hurled into air,
A whisper of madness—a prayer unheard there.
I'm struck with terror within the gloom,
Enticed by colors large and close, loom.
Reality slips from my trembling grasp,
Fragmented ideas—perhaps the final clasp.
Thus, lost and alone—I drift in amiss,
Madness enslaves me dragging me into abyss.
To grasp of insanity, to gloom I am prone,
As I delve into insanity, I find an ethos to disown.
Hear my plea… consider truth’s earnestness
Bringing to your ear this factual soundness:
I’m Hell --- a prison of endless darkness
Where misery’s gloom prevails in blackness
Due to sufferings, despair, hopelessness
Leaving the guilty in their sins’ fierceness.
Listen to my voice from this dark juncture
Echoing warning midst urgent posture:
I’m Hell --- a place of eternal torture
With restlessness’ angst and despair-puncture
Sealing the faithless in their doomed future
Midst cruel hatred’s defiant gesture.
Acknowledge my vocal predicament
Loudly clear despite painful sentiment:
I’m Hell --- a cell of everlasting torment
Expressing death's wailing every moment
As sorrows, anguish, woe wildly lament
With constant gnashing of teeth engagement.
Consider my call from this space, unlit
Since radiance of Scriptures does not quit:
I’m Hell --- a dungeon where there’s no exit
And each one slides toward bottomless pit
Struggling to reach foot stool summit
Yet never to taste freedom’s air a bit.
Neglect not my admonition’s love-guides
Which one in his self-righteousness derides:
I’m Hell --- lake of fire* where God’s wrath abides
Unreached by His mercy, while His grace hides
There, worms die not, with pleas’ screams at all sides
Along unheard prayers … deserving chides.
I welcome you in my darkest manner
When you flee from the perfect Pardoner:
I’m Hell ---waiting each one who’s pride-winner
Bearing “You’re forever condemned” banner
Verdict to the claim, “I’m not a sinner”
Rejecting grace midst selfishness’ dinner.
Decide now… from my drowning blackness, flee
Choose life; against darkness’ grip and be free:
I’m Hell *--- with my gruesomeness you can see
Trust Christ the Saviour and you can miss me
Have faith in Him Who died at Calvary
Resurrected to bring you Heaven’s glory.
*Revelation 20:14 And death and hell were cast into the lake of fire. This is the second death.
January 24, 2022
This Christmas and other holidays’ fame
May Christ be exalted with His great name.
Hoisted by faith midst supplication zest
I trust God, the Source of gifts, indeed best.
Blissful peace and good success for us all
Shout my heart’s desires* against selfishness' pit fall.
Love-propped, my heart yearns to share with blest care
Reaching-out to help lift someone’s welfare.
Fellowship bonding of sweet partnership
Upholds ministry-service stewardship.
My soul pleads to exude virtues’ gesture
With body’s posture from ailment torture.
Daily, my spirit seeks for revival
Beyond routine of mundane survival.
Midst weariness is rest's delight-savor
Rejuvenating against works’ fervor.
Braced by prayer-plight, in the Lord I delight
Since He brings to light every motive's might.
Verily assured of priceless, precious divine grant
Grateful to my Saviour Jesus, I stay triumphant.
*Psalm 37:4 Delight thyself also in the LORD; and he shall give thee the desires of thine heart.
December 8, 2019
Edited on December 29, 2019
1st place, "STRAND SPECIAL 12..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 12/30/2019.
I was going really fast
Trying to outrun my past
That left me alone and broken
I wanted to be awoken
From this race that I can't win
My life was in a tail spin
In endless circles I would be
Only getting more dizzy
From the loops I have been turning
My heart hurt and really burning
For someone to stop this cycle
I've been twirling for a while
A hand to reach in and grab me
From a life of lunacy
A future brighter than I've known
No longer being alone
Feeling love for the first time
As I send it down the line
To children I'd like to show
My heartfelt love as they grow
So they do not have to suffer
Any of my pain and torture
She is lonely, scared and frail
Locked up in a dirty jail
Her babies taken far away
Just because she couldn't pay
For their diapers, clothes and food
So she thought of something shrewd
Steal everything she needed
Getting caught she begged and pleaded
For a chance to pay it back
But no one gave her any slack
The babies pulled from her care
All her dreams now disappear
Of bedtime stories every night
Watching them grow was delight
Now she sits alone to think
Why people pushed her to the brink
And not helping when she asked
It is such a simple task
If you start a family
Don't run the moment that you see
Things are getting way to tough
Because it just isn't enough
Saying you'll man up and provide
For the babies in your life
Then turn your back when they need
Money for rent and food to eat
Leaving a scared single mom
To do something that will harm
Her life and the babies future
She never planned to live this torture
MUSE has been with me since I was a child,
life has tried to squash, smash, shatter, stifle my spirit;
cut to pieces my words.
The ruin of my existence, the torment, pain- I take,
I give it all to MUSE to make words beautiful;
to deaden my deep sorrow.
Each day I look down into my soul for inspiration,
hoping to find the end of my forever, ever torture;
thus a poet was born.
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February 25, 2017
Poetry/Verse/The MUSE Will Not Be Subdued
Copyright Protected, ID 17- 880-057-0
For the contest, What Doesn't Kill Us (in 75 Words)
Sponsor, Laura Loo
First Place
I wear my suit while my house burns
I wear my suit while my wife dies
I wear my suit when my son’s body arrives
And I wear my suit for you Donald Trump
I wear my suit while Russians torture
I wear my suit as bombs explode
I wear my suit for my lost future
I don’t wear my suit because I am told
I wear my suit to greet the reaper
I wear my suit through the genocide
I wear my suit cos yours is cheaper
I wear my suit with my dead bride
I see your suit, it hides your crimes
I see your suits disguising your hate
I see your suits siding with murderers
I see your suits by Putin’s side.
David Cox 03/03/25