Long Violence Poems
Long Violence Poems. Below are the most popular long Violence by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Violence poems by poem length and keyword.
It was a reflection
on the possibility of deception,
cloudy skies of threatened grays
allow my thoughts to rise and pray,
tell me America by midnight stars
is this who you really are?
Believing in rumor, innuendo, and lie
have you come to yourself despised?
What you see, what you believe
is tragically ill-conceived
if there lay only lie and truth denied,
reflect a moment, take two, review the lies
comprehend the facts, the reality that exists
is this really you and how America persists?
Open your mind, your ears, and your eyes
perceive the deception in the lies.
These citizens who voted
made their choices quoted
Share your desire for a better nation
but violence, ignorance lay within anticipation
the hopes, the dreams, the promises once made
in a history of lessons on parade.
The future waits for generations to come
be careful, deceptions let you believe conspiracy has won.
...Jack went down in a heap,
the shot biting his thigh.
The rider drew near, gun in hand,
said,”You do not need to die.
“Though you’ll not believe it,
I will still to you explain:
You’re brother was a rapist,
and with young girls he did play.
“And when a daughter of a friend
fell to his twisted appetites,
I did what I had to do,
and sent him to that dark night.
“I know you will believe think this,
to you he was family,
but that monster is worth no revenge.
His death, in fact, was a duty.
“But sin belongs to those who sin,
and not to any other.
And I see not the ravenous beast
in the eyes of his young brother.
“And though I’m a forgiving man,
I’ll warn you this one time,
don’t ever come for me again,
‘cause I'm not always so kind.”
He tossed Ed’s pistol aside,
then mounted up on his horse.
He rode off, resigning himself
to a night sleeping outdoors.
It had been such every night,
since his own loss, long ago,
when he’d crossed that bloody line,
when he’d lost his own.
No more smiles, or boyish laughs,
no warm nights by the fire,
his woman gone, and his boy too…
nothing remained by the ire.
Sometimes he did like to think
that he could go on back,
return to what he once was,
give up these duty tracks…
But deep down he’d always know
that inside he had grown cold,
since he’d walked from their gravesides,
against evil now he rode.
Forever on, he rode.
YESTERDAY
Tears dripping down as I watch my baby suffer in silence,
for this afflicted disease has no understood known cure-
I can handle family disputes, madness and worldly violence,
but losing my precious baby girl I just cannot endure.
Without my sweet Lily I’d lose everything secure.
TODAY
Tears shedding without control as I lay one pink carnation.
I see her tired eyes closed laying in a casket made of gold-
Why would God allow me to live through this situation?
My only wish was to watch her sweet little life grow old...
Say one last goodbye and let go of her hand that I hold.
TOMORROW
Tears will still be needing tissues as I remember her bitty hands,
how will I ever forget that beauty mark on her right cheekbone?
I had dreams of raising a baby with new and exciting plans,
maybe I would have done something different, if only I’d known-
Now her father and I are in the dry wilderness lost and alone.
*Dedicated to my sweet niece*
Date Written: July 25, 2016
HANSEL AND GRETHEL*—A FRACTURED FAIRY TALE
Poem written for and submitted to “The Seed of Fear Poetry Contest,” Jami Patterson, sponsor, August 5, 2025.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
In the great city where towers scraped the sky,
lived an accountant with taxes too high.
His fingers trembled over empty ledgers,
scary times calling for drastic measures.
No longer in democracy did his country embrace
personal freedoms left without a trace.
The economy did falter
most everyone, including him, lived in squaller.
His wife sighed, "Oh, what shall we do?
Our cupboards are bare, our dreams bid adieu.
No bread to share and not enough food
for Hansel, Grethel, you, and me. We’re screwed!”
“There's a camp on city’s outskirts,” he did say,
"where the broken, lost, and weary can stay.
There we can live free on government aid.
So, dear wife, not to worry, for everything will be paid!"
“We can’t go there!” she said, her voice filled with dread.
"We shall not seek where the lost souls are led,
in a camp where the government with us its taxes has bled
offering breadcrumbs to our children instead."
Hansel, with his innocence, clutched his mother’s skirt.
Grethel, with wide eyes and a sweet voice, filled the air with mirth.
But with heavy hearts, they packed up their toys and possessions~
no more yearnings, no more hunger or worries, only depression.
The night was beastly cold, hope worn thin.
The stars watched Hansel and Grethel’s struggles begin.
The camp, a frightening place, was filled with sorrow,
no more dreams of a bright, better tomorrow.
Personal freedom was bartered for fear;
drugs and violence were always near.
Curfews, rampant theft, socialism, and criminal infestation
took hold in our once great nation-now the land of desperation
*Note: "Hansel and Grethel is a German fairy tale collected by the Brothers Grimm and published in 1812. It tells the story of two siblings who are abandoned in a forest by their stepmother and encounter a witch who lives in a house of candy." (Wikipedia.com)
The world was built on lies and corruption,
Africa was the target of colonial destruction,
They targeted not because of genuinity,
But for the sole purpose of selfishness -
And greed bred from jealousy that it was never theirs to begin with
Secrets of brutality,
Hidden in the purgatory of the past,
theft the real cause of a power that is false,
Stolen from the people who deserve it the most -
It’s true owners - the black race,
Us, the beginners of everything -
The true leaders, those that invented power,
Turned into greatness
The fruits of our labour stolen by greedy hands,
Then profited off of our blood that built empires,
And improved economies
The savagery of the white man knows no bounds,
Tearing apart our ancestors families,
Stripping them from loved ones,
Murdering parents in front of children,
And enslaving generations
The only time they cared to touch -
Was when they stole, autonomy and spirit,
Using black women as breeding farms -
And a body to feed our children, despite
Their constant need to criticise them
Using black men to make examples of others,
By use of ‘buck-breaking’,
Not only stealing their manhood, but dignity too,
Replacing it with shame and humiliation
A history of brutal atrocities,
Mass genocides -
Irreversible traumas,
Under the guise of the stereotypes enforced upon us
The lies that were told, were the truths of the oppressors,
A history of deceit made for black to be criminalised,
And white victimised,
The truth of the white man's history of brutality,
Runs deeper than any government conspiracy
The truth no one wants to hear,
Becomes reparations for my people
The truth no one wants to hear,
Will be the sentencing of white people
Mysterious world with full of confusion,
Every body follows their own intuition,
Where truth faces hard confrontation,
The lie has got established authorisation,
A race to achieve everlasting position,
But it is a script of short duration.,
Never question the truth and its incarnation,
Oppose lies with all possible coordination,
Avoid every form of violence and its immitation,
Direct all your abilities for a purification,
Never go against this amazing creation,
Nonviolence must be a universal religion,
Send violence to a permanent vacation,
Do the necessities in blank situation,
Then you acheive a glory of no attenuation,
And soul becomes eligible for salvation.
Please don't ever think I will
Lose my faith, its here until
I see this world finally changing
Start to notice re-arranging
Of the hate and bullying
Into love--I know we can bring
Joy and happiness, one time more
Putting a lock on the door
Not letting the violence out
I have hope we can sprout
A garden of love flowers'
Bringing us the super powers'
Of all the kindness and caring
We once knew as we were sharing
Ourselves to others with no reason
Just to see the happy pleasin'
Smile on the face of those
Neighbors who became so close
Considered family-- not just friends
It can be brought back again
There is still time to bring back
The love in our hearts we lack
Come on, I know there's a chance
Lets undo this ping pong dance
Back and forth from love to hate
Wouldn't it be really great
To be just one caring nation
Bringing everyone elation
Israel, In your name
millions
have died.
Today,
you have become
worse than
a serial killer.
Many
see you
as a thorn
in the flesh
of humanity.
You have become
the Adolf Hitler
of the
twenty-first century.
The world
keeps asking,
how many
more
will die
in your name?
Through
your pride,
the world
is in pain.
You have become
a professional
murderer
upon
the world stage.
But everyone
knows,
your victories
are short-lived.
Your days
are numbered.
Those
who sponsor
your crimes
today,
may become
your prosecutors
tomorrow.
Your ego
has grown
so great,
you believe
yourself
a small god
upon
the Earth.
History
thought
Hitler
had vanished.
Yet tyranny
returns,
wearing
a different
face.
One day,
the world
will remember,
how easily
evil
claimed
to be
the victim.
Jesus has the power to break every chain
Giving us freedom and peace of mind of again
Nothing can hold us back
From nothing we have to hide
For Jesus is with us
He is on our side
The enemy tries to attack us
He is roaming all around we find
But we can stand firm
For thé Lord gives us a spirit of Love strength
And a sound mind
Nothing can try to bind us again
For Jesus has the power to break every chain. Amen
Psalm 116: 16
O Lord i am your servant, yes i am your servant born into your household you have freed me from my chains
Psalm 72:14
He will redeem them from oppression and violence
For they are precious to him.
2 corinthians 3:16
Where thé spirit of thé Lord is there is freedom.
2timothy 1
God has not given us a spirit of fear
But of Love and of a sound mind.
Isiah 9:4
For you will break the yoke of their slavery
And lift the heavy burden from their shoulders
You will break the oppressors rod. Amen
There is snow in my wounds—
Soft, crystalline lies
Melting slow into the bruises you painted
Like frost on raw skin.
Your words,
Those lovely razors,
Cut so elegantly
I mistook the sting for silk.
You never shouted.
Not once.
You whispered ruin
Like a lullaby sung into marrow,
And I listened—
A child reaching
For warmth from a flame
That only ever wanted to burn.
You call it love—
When your silence screams into my ribs,
And I bled petals
Into the white sheet of your indifference.
A rose, you said,
Must be crushed to release its perfume.
So you crushed,
And I exhaled sweet suffering
As if it were devotion.
Your voice,
A red river on my mouth—
Syrup-thick with venom,
Yet I drink.
I drink because your cruelty tastes
Like the only warmth I've known
In this winter of aching hearts.
Some nights,
You read me love poems between insults.
I cried, and you said
I was beautiful like that—
Ruined,
Wet-cheeked and obedient.
A canvas primed
For your next masterpiece.
And so I sleep—
Not peaceful, but numb—
On snow-stained sheets,
My lips painted
In the soft blood
Of everything I ever said.
Let them call this madness.
Let them call this tragic.
But art,
True art,
Wears pain like velvet,
And I—
I wear you.