Long Torturing Poems
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My brain is pounding
My head is aching
Thoughts exploding
Pulse beating
Heart racing
Anger steering
Jesus are you hearing.
Tears are flowing
Pain growing
No one's listening
Fear calling
Death knocking
Salvation are you waiting.
Satan's laughing
No one's watching
War approaching
Hatered escalating
Jesus are you whispering.
I am listening
Faith deteriorating
Eyes wondering
Soul depleting
Jesus are you descending.
I am anticipating
Nothing changing
Bitterness consuming
Love dying
Greed and lust rising
Children suffering
Jesus are you crying.
Parties assembling
Crowds observing
Respect disappearing
Judge concluding
Jesus are you surrendering.
Why aern't you fighting
Covenants broken
Separation dividing
Nation disbelieving
People dying
Jesus are you observing.
I have been sighing
My hearts hurting
I am praying
Have you been listening
Why aernt you helping.
I have been calling
Enemies gathering
Vows changing
Spirit empty
Feet weary
Heart faint
Jesus why aernt you comforting.
Broken words
Tearful voice
Gatekeeper stirring
Darkness approaching
Disbelief setting in
Emotion got her hands on me.
Jesus send mercy to deliver me
Pride got a hold on me
Self is controlling me
Lord forgive me
I believe Satan's after me
Jesus you got to save me.
These thoughts are torturing me
Self depart from me
Hell is not my home
Satan is not my friend
Jesus come sit with me.
I am in need
Sin nibbles at my bones
Shame tries to control me
Jesus come take a walk with me
Guide me, embrace me.
Abba release me
Let not my soul wither on this wasteful land
Use me
Take my feet unto greener pastures
Teach my spirit to serve thee
Jesus do not desert me.
Mould me, advise me
Teach me how to start afresh
Make me whole again
Let peace consume me
Jesus put my pass behind me.
January 24 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Exodus 20-22
Key Verse – Exodus 20:2 I am the LORD thy God, which have brought thee out of the land of Egypt, out of the house of bondage.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY BONDAGE BREAKER
Lord God, You are my bondage Breaker,
showing me Your mercy
Thank You for upholding me in Your spiritual work's fervency
Keeping me triumphant in Your compassion’s consistency
For my refreshment in Your hallowed blessedness-persistency.
Lord God, You are my bondage Breaker,
supporting me by Your loving kindness
Thank You for accepting me and my offerings of earnestness
Keeping me near You, forgiving my confessed sinfulness
For my restoration from pollution’s wickedness.
Lord God, You are my bondage Breaker,
settling me upon Your holy judgments
Thank You for leading me along Your pardon-compliments
Keeping me serving You with Your encouragements
For my revival against guile’s defilements.
Lord God, You are my bondage Breaker,
smiting me of my mischief
Thank You for rescuing me from snares of soul’s thief
Keeping me persevering along tempting false belief
For my reproof as Your ransomed child from carnality’s grief.
Lord God, You are my bondage Breaker,
sealing me within Your salvation-cover
Thank You for guarding me against the hurts of selfish maneuver
Keeping me secured from the pit of beastly deceiver
For my refinement by faith as Your grace-receiver.
Lord God, You are my bondage Breaker,
shedding for me Your blood for my regeneration
Thank You for feeding me with Your bountiful provision
Keeping me strong in fulfilling Your assigned occupation
For my replenishment along Your deliverance-protection.
Lord God, You are my bondage Breaker,
sacrificing to free me from hell-suffering
Thank You for nourishing me with Your gracious nurturing
Keeping me sealed in Your care from affliction’s torturing
For my rejuvenation through Your granted fruit-bearing.
January 24, 2023
Parents beating their own children
Husbands beating their wives
Mother-in-law and sister-in-law torturing daughter-in-law
Where have our emotions gone?
Rich hoarding lot of money
Not ready to give even a penny to hungry
Watching others suffering still not feeling sad
Where have our emotions gone?
Women are plundered
Traded for money
Even young girls are not spared
Father rapes own daughter
Where have our values gone?
People looting each other
Frauds are a daily happening here
Murders happen over tiny puny things
Where have our values gone?
Massive killing over few pieces of land( in wars)
Terrorism fuelled world wide by many
Millions dying and suffering
Where have our emotions gone?
Nature is plundered
Air unbreathable and water dirty
Leaders are followed without thinking
Where have our brains gone?
Parents are working
Kids left alone at home or day care
Grandparents taking care of kids
Childhood spend on studies and tuitions
Where have our feelings gone?
Birds and animals killed and caged here
All for our happiness and money
Trees cut for flimsy reasons
Where have our feelings gone?
When it comes to us we have feelings
When it comes to others we become heartless
Was humanity always like this
Or has the mad rush for money change us
Humans are no longer human
or
Maybe they never were!
My War
Tick tick tick
My brain is always on
My thoughts never quick
Sometimes I wonder if I'm my own pawn
In a game that my very own brain has drawn
My brain has turned on my heart
That I know without a doubt
Every day it has thrown a killing dart
Blood has begun to leak out
I can feel my soul drying up like flowers during a drought
I was once a bright flower
But, like all flowers, I slowly wilt
Through the torturing hours
The body I built,
Started to gradually tilt
I don’t want to fall
I don’t want to stay on the floor
But, I can’t help answering the luring call
Of death singing at my door
He promised me that answering would end my internal war
Haunted by loss-angst that once gripped my heart
I couldn't defy my soul's crying shout:
"My coin... down the storm drain... gone forever!"
Acquainting me with treasure-loss despair.
Missing first slot for scholarship-honour
I felt that "gone forever" was my chance
Torturing my mind as a young learner
Jeopardizing my aim to be on the top.
Academic failure brought forth sorrow
I equated to grand award loss
There down the storm drain of good future jobs
Midst exertion of my dead-level best.
When confronted with my Mom's "sudden death"
I found myself losing a dearest love
There down into the storm drain of grief panic
Making me feel helplessly pitiful.
On my Dad's victorious celestial flight
My spirit rejoiced, yet dread attacked me
There down in the storm drain of burial grounds
Where departure does welcome loneliness.
With my special child's grim diagnosis
Of progressing toward retrogression
I seemed to be pushed into the storm drain
Patiently waiting for a future loss.
For all these painful loss-experiences...
God has upheld me with His grace and love
Teaching that "gone forever" means "not end"
Since in Him is reigning eternal triumph*.
*2Corinthians 2:14 Now thanks be unto God, which always causeth us to triumph in Christ.
March 19, 2019
1st place, "Down a Storm Drain Gone Forever" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper; judged on 3/22/2019.
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{There will be ‘nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.’ UN climate report warns of ‘code red for humanity.’}
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You, unfeeling creatures
Who call yourselves human,
You, fleeting bubbles of reason,
Accidental parasites of time,
You, filthy microbes of cancer,
Ephemera of invincible eternity,
You, who try to fill your vanity
With abominable crimes,
You, insensible butchers of animals,
Notorious destroyers of pastures,
You, contaminators of oceans,
Deleterious polluters of rivers,
You, menacing beings of harmony,
Transgressors of universal laws,
You,
Who deliberately have put me through
The tormenting agony of dying
By
Strewing your treacherous dark web of
Your unworthy ambitions, all over my face,
Shadowing my generous fertility and
Rendering me sterile,
Behold,
For the time has come for you
To feel my wrath and my fury
Boiling lava over you
To flow every day,
Kneel,
Your tiny mortal beings
In front of the immortal cosmos,
For the shiny heavy sword of
Universal justice,
Punisher of transgressions, guardians of
The eternal laws,
Over your thoughtless heads to fall
With vengeance and rage
Decapitating the most of you and
Those who would survive
Shall feel the torturing pain in
Their hearts
For
Uncountable years!*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
11 August 2021
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* This poem I wrote in 1985 in Montreal, Canada when, as a co-founder of a peace movement, was making efforts to raise conscientiousness to save mother earth. It was posted here on the 28th of November 2012 with the title:"The Rage of Mother Earth". Now, with minor editing, is re-posted with its original title of 1985: "THE MOURNING OF MOTHER EARTH." THIS IS A STERN WARNING TO ALL OF US WHO DESTROY HER: REMEMBER NOT MUCH TIME IS LEFT TO SAVE OUR PLANET AND OURSELVES!
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**'Worst is yet to come': Disastrous future ahead for millions worldwide due to climate change, report warns. So it came to pass. What I dreaded back in 1985 is here, according to the UN report. The question is this: What can we do? What should we do? What we would do? LET US DO THE BEST WE CAN TO SAVE OUR EARTHLY HOME!
***I wanted to include this poem in the PoertySoup upcoming Anthology but poetrySoup says it has too many lines!
The walls are sweating with the stench of the lie,
While the vultures in suits watch the innocent die.
You call them "leaders," you call them "the state,"
But they’re monsters fueled by a bottomless hate.
We thought we could trust the hand on the wheel,
But it’s satanic filth and a heart made of steel.
Blood-sucking leeches in a temple of sin,
Letting the child-torturing nightmare begin.
No more whispers, no more polite "reform,"
When pedophiles gather to shelter the storm.
They feast on the small, they prey on the weak,
While the truth is a language they refuse to speak.
The mask is ripped off, the rot is laid bare,
There’s a venomous smoke in the hollowed-out air.
They aren't just failing; they’re the beast at the door—
And the people won't bleed for the lies anymore.
A cascade of blood
flowed down the steps,
but the swish of the sword
hadn’t finished yet
Cutting through sinew
bones and veins,
torturing men
faceless no-names
Dripping in blood
and bellowing in lust,
a man with no fear
low sight for the just
Pillaging villages
putting heads on spikes,
raging with evil
with hatred he strikes
Riding through deserts
with bones all around,
these are his leavings
on the roadside are found
A warning to others
don’t knock on this door,
or your head may end up
rolling the floor
Mounting his hellion
he rides the wind,
a horrible form
eyes shine with sin
This evil does travel
and may gallop through town,
bolt your doors
and keep your head down
All through the ages
this evil floods,
gushing through streets
as rivers of blood
In the pub reading poetry,
marking pages with cigarette papers;
Wandering the voyeur through their dying thoughts.
A Jet sheen Crow perched upon a verse,
shining black stranger in dreams of ink;
They publish the soul’s dance.
Naked hearts beating in the baking solar eclipse,
darkness breathing ancient fire,
searing light from the eye’s glacial halo,
frozen land of a broken gaze;
Torturing those expectant.
He can’t always smile,
love drinks blood from the tap of mercy,
fooling the jester into ringing bells;
Herald of the coming treason.
Naked death breathing life into Winter,
the sap rises,
banishing imagined demons from the human condition.
All for the dawn of a sleeping phantom’s end,
where we worship with a smile,
that which we blindly condemn,
with eyes of frozen fire;
Eternally burning memory.
©David Nickle Read 2015
All Rights Reserved By The Author
Every time miserable fear grips my heart
torturing each chamber with woeful grief
afflicting harshly, leaving panic-dart
to sorrow, overwhelmed by unbelief…
In moments of crises tormenting my mind
distress-filled, losing assured hope
beleaguered, confused where truth to find
anxiously groping for wisdom’s scope…
Whenever my soul wallows in doubt
questioning God’s omnipotent light
murmuring against His gracious clout
after having proven provident might…
Here am I guilty of faithlessness and unbelief
making my God powerless...
I now repent, cleaving to Christ’s compassion
since He’s my Saviour*, worthy of trust-verity.
*2Samuel 22:3 The God of my rock; in him will I trust: he is my shield, and the horn of my salvation, my high tower, and my refuge, my saviour...
April 11, 2020
3rd place, "STRAND PICK D,any theme,any form" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 4/24/2020.