Long Wrath Poems
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Falling like lightening
he who was cast forth
from the greatest heights
behold a pale horse
and the name of him who sat on it was death
Hades followed him
killing with the sword of hunger and famine
inflicting such pain the beasts of this earth
understand this he's a fallen angel
Let them with knowledge and wisdom
understand the truth reveals our end
Drinking from the wrath of the anti Christ
waiting in the wings an agent of unimaginable evil
possessed by Satan himself
I believe the board is set in the return of Christ
as pieces are about to move
A sign of modern times
he promises peace and persecutes those left behind
destroying to an unlimited degree our planet
prospering through greed his legacy
The end game has begun
once he appears a seven year reign will begin
Our Holy Master has spoken his name in Hebrew
he beheld Lucifer as lightening falling from the Heavens
I will ascend from the heights above the clouds
I will be like the most high sacred place
one quarter of the planet will bow and worship him
I feel as though I'm between the devil and the deep sea.
Helplessness, like a gale, culls me away from existence.
From all clutches of stresses and strains, I want to be free
Moments move as though streams with no sense of deliverance.
With sloth, wrath, envy, and pride, my plates and cups are full
I thirst for mercy, compassion, forgiveness, and healing.
I wash and wash my linen, which soon turns again soiled wool.
Why do my jars of hemlock provoke in me a proud feeling?
Like a child fallen into a marshy pit, I raise my hands.
Tears secrete from the wells of my heart and flow through my eyes.
My life has often been like a dream of desert lands.
Will it be quenched with drops of grace and reach the divine highs?
Lone I sail on deep seas at black nights in my broken boat.
Far from feeling of finesse, farther from fullness, I float.
Ingratitude for Mother Nature's gifts
and our desire to live with greatest ease
have caused strange outcomes; now our planet shifts
climatically by frightening degrees.
With dwindling faith, I've watched as humankind
continues recklessly upon Time's path,
careening or half-stumbling as if blind
to what's to come when we receive Earth's wrath.
We're led by fools and thieves who do not lead
with vision. All around, inequity
abounds as love is killed by war and greed.
This planet's final hours I think I see. . .
Our fate's foretold. An unforgiving earth
by burning will be purged for its rebirth.
“Please Try to Go Beyond Earth Hour”
Here is my tip in poetry form:
When out and about, take the shortest route.
Run your errands all on the same day.
A tip - move those hips! Cut down on your trips
in your car, and save gas that way!
Outside, the wind blows
anxious, fidgety, restless howls,
on a journey, a pilgrimage escaping here
to cross the earthen sphere.
High above the tree tops
it glides, then swirls, coasting, stops,
rustling, rippling, resting,
with the branches wrestling.
It tugs and pulls at sleeves
tearing away the loosened leaves
to float and ease quickly down,
birds on wing, the fly, hovering above ground.
Within its path
it draws a chilled breath wrath
to fall and cool then observe as it slows
the sunlit world shivering below.
Strewn leaves blanket all,
the bush and brush plant shawls
then pile high and deep layered
an early snowfall designed by the creator
Musky scents waft then abate
along the earthen laminate
riding the breeze with ease
whispering aloud, slips away the breeze.
War prowls not in nations ,
but along threads we cannot see,
stirred by men afraid of being small.
They hide behind heavy drapes…
Blind to the dust they leave behind.
Egos puff up and snap with each word,
sparks falling into fields,
that never asked for fire.
Voices puff themselves up like proud birds,
words flicker over dry tinder--
pauses yawning wide for disaster.
Ego, restless as a fidgeting child,
tugs at the world until it tips and leans, laughing,
chuckling as cities lose their balance,
holding on tighter
until Hope folds in on itself and retreats into shadow.
And still they feed it,
men who drape themselves in wrath like armor,
bowing to Force as if it held a crown.
Victory casts a faint , weary smile
while the World leans aside,
guarding its secrets in silence.
The Selfish Egos of War
Sponsored by: Craig Cornish
Contest Judged: 1/11/2026 6:54:00 AM
( 1st Place )
Written: 11/29/2025 (Don Mueang)
LEADING VIOLIN
The maiden's euphoric fugue
The arrogant stretched notes of the violin plague
Lightening and softening rough edges mark
Blues and browns duet with the sways
of thick auburn hair and round voluptuous behind. . .
What message she wants to rain?
What joy she wants to fire?
Or is it wrath she wants to spill?
Her libretto casts a paint of dullness around
yet, it resurrects her curves to swing...
Bareback moans a prudent chaste appeal
Vibrato runs along the brush of Sotskova
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Inspired by: "LEADING VIOLIN" painting of Lena Sotskova
8:07pm, January 16,2015
We
Didn't hear God's whispers
We
Chose to ignore God's cries
We
Even disregarded God's roar of
His wrath
For all wrongs we were doing:
To nature
To life
To each-other.
Then
Silence fell...
An eerie silence
Carrying with it an invisible virus
That brought:
Fear
Terror and
Death.
Suddenly
We woke up from apathy's slumber
And rush forward to repel the invading
Enemy!
Doctors and nurses,
Police and the army,
Volunteers and priests,
All took up arms against a common foe,
All ready to give their lives for their
Fellow man.
What a glorious manifestation of goodness
What a magnificent display of brotherhood
What an apotheosis of divine love!
" No greater love hath man than laying down his life
for his friends." (John 15:13)
It is certain
That this is the dawn of a new era
The birth of a novel world that would be:
Kinder
Nobler
Braver
Juster and
More loving!
God, my friends,
Works in mysterious ways
For
To lead us onto the path of righteousness,
The path from which humanity, unfortunately, has
Been led astray!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
28 March 2020
The ‘net’ is closing in, revealing a ‘web of lies’ Those who use AI and those who plagerise poems fool no one but themselves! Quote by poet!
A gossamer shroud drapes the old lych-gate
I’d hopes it would vanish, alas it’s too late
A ghostly poet rises from her earthly grave
I’m grief-stricken, why can’t people behave?
Posting copied works seeking notoriety
A playground for Dead Poets Society
Stealing poems leaves me groaning
Write your own words, it'll stop me moaning!
I loathe seeing work that has been taken
Why do folk do it, it’s just Godforsaken!
I'm fed up of reading lots of work by AI
Yet poets post it, then vehemently deny
Please pick up your pen, use your brain to write
Pretending that it's your work just isn’t right!
Written on 1 September 2023 For:
Bite Size No. 70 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier
The Light of Faith*
Let our faith in the supreme Lord
Shine like a clear and dazzling light,
Lead us to the path ever bright,
Trim away our wrath and our pride
And goad us to the virtuous tide
For us on His vessel to board.
* “We walk by faith, not by sight”
Bible, King James Version,
Corinthians 5.7
Good of the morning darling.
The wrath of Can has come.
Turning eyes right back to One.
I see focus burning the bush
Small scars on the planet
Creating boils in the blood.
Outrage to create pressure
Buy heaven’s gate to measure
Are you ready to stand?
Life giving water comes to sand.
it buries your well…understand?
Oceans reclaim their right to land
What spoils the earth, so spoils the hand.
....
Targeting senses are on….
Brane waves on the horizon
”...you better come out…
we know where you are…”
They’re not far…
Stretch of the mind is around
gods great pleasure of sound.
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