Malign Poems | Examples

Bound by belief

Some still say repentant combatants can’t change,
Though thought to be tamed, they tread a thin track.
When many men mock them, madden, and malign,
They charge with chained choler, yet sworn they stay still.

Fighting foes find few among people preaching peace,
Before battles, they brood, bound by belief.
For futures frame fates none should tether with tears,
While miscreant multitudes menace, unmoved.

Yet years yield younger youths yearning for clear change,
While some soldiers still battle before bold chiefs,
Who wait with well-wrought wisdom, woven in their hearts,
And teach these truths to teenagers in tents.

They need no news anew to nourish their truths;
They tell them to teachers teaching timeless tales.
Some still see storms of sorrow shaking them,
While we wait, they torture their truths with tears—
Torments that mar mortal minds with mournful wails.

CANINE KING

CANINE KING
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He was a dachshund extraordinaire,
     a canine king with a luxurious coat most fair.
He ruled our neighborhood with nary a care,
     his tail wagging wildly, his ears flapping in the air. 
His little legs moved swiftly,
     patrolling the streets quite deftly. 
He sniffed and snuffled with a curious mind,
     chasing the squirrels with harmless malign.
He barked at strangers with a fearless din,
     growling and showing his teeth like a sharp mandolin.
He ruled the streets with an iron paw,
     protecting and serving with his loving, doxie law. 
He licked the faces of those he knew, 
     reigning gently while enjoying his doggie chews.
He was a master of mischief with his charming ways,
     nudging with his nose, his way of begging you to stay.
His barks were music to my ears, his wags a delight,
     dancing and prancing with a carefree spirit, light.
He was a dachshund extraordinaire,
     a neighborhood hero and loving arbiter.

Prior To Intent

Line of inquiry:

"hearts set up a vibration 
echoing as wordless intent
mind translates in symbols
flight of our soul’s ascent
is intent then a stirring
of soul with God conferring"



My one heart as a part of humanity's great heart,
spiritually holds the indwelling God presence as sought.
A human hold shiftily slants and grows knots tied fraught
with false-held, gloomy feels that egos and fears impart.

Divine truths dawn in our souls thru imagination,
not from human workings but graces gifts in-working.
Imagination can stop fears from falsely out-working
and foil mankind's believed limits of false accreditation.

In still solitude, spiritual truths as held in our being
meet our consciousness, our divinity's hidden place
in which our indwelling Christ gives ALL with God's grace
and intellect joins intuition too seek a soul's true freeing.

Through spiritually held faith one is belief aligned
in God's power, greater than any fear episode
man may encounter or engineer to earth upload.
No one or thing can malign what our Father designed.

My faith would never crumble feeble as styrofoam 
when the worst that could happen is I'd get to go home.

Free speech U K'

This very year..And today' begins a leaching away ' 
Malign intent has began; a framing' quyeer karma
Will soon be naming.' A raft of dis-reason assembled
Most vainly' for we all saw him plainly.' He claimed to
Humanity.' Free speech was not a novelty.' We have
Had it for many years.' So now it apoears really *****'
That such un-truth was mouthed.' And right in mr Trumps
Right ear.' And right to his face in fact.' I find it most hard to hack!
That there exists an audacity.! To spew such an illitracy?
How much aversion to reality.? Can be tolerable? I fail to see!
That such a man? Should have world status.' Or be? Leader
Of Brittania the scepterd isles, we see..' origin deep; the very
Cauldron of world judicarys.' The seat of much stability.' Allowed to wrap 
Chains of false values and claims based in banal iniquity.' To drag
Such a nation down, and almost to its knees.!

My Bloody Valentine

The night I met you, I was deeply afraid, 
terrified, my nerves were badly frayed.
I pulled you from the party crowd.
My confidence, you allowed.  
I cried to you.  I wasn't proud.
We both had too much wine,
my bloody valentine.

I knew that your feelings were sincere.
Soon, you would always be near.
Your gentle understanding showed.
To your charms, you gave the code. 
Your love, to me, bestowed, 
I gobbled it like a swine,
my bloody valentine.

Thinking too much of myself, I was. 
What I could offer you wasn't love. 
It was a deplorable crime,
I can't wash off this guilty grime. 
I should be doing time, 
burning in a hellish brine,
my bloody valentine.

I'm haunted every Valentine's Day,
a lifetime sentence I have to pay. 
There is every reason for your hate.
It's less than forgiveness I await.
Take my conscience off your dinner plate,
as your ghost does me, malign, 
my bloody valentine.

Real Rebel Woman

The meaning of real rebel woman,
I pray you slow down you’re doing fine;
You’re the pin in Miss Muffet’s cushion;

Keep sticking it with that broad vision;
A trending phrase on the latest sign,
‘The Meaning Of Real Rebel Woman.’

There’s a rumor that you’re a villain,
but I see the iron in your spine;
You’re the pin in Miss Muffet’s cushion; 

Fighting against a growing doctrine
there will always be those who malign
the meaning of real rebel woman;

Each time you strike it’s with precision,
brave wildflower handles the frontline;
You’re the pin in Miss Muffet’s cushion;

No need to rush what you envision,
charismatic lips drip words that shine;
The meaning of real rebel woman,
you’re the pin in Miss Muffet’s cushion.

Raw Obsessions

The penchant of a national leader. 
can show malignancy in things he says;
things for which his mind needs a proof-reader.
Some tempers malign as rivals start to quiz
Views have drawn the cancer,  cacoethes.

A writer’s mania – cacoethes scribendi -
appears when terrorists write a manifesto.
Do over-engaged minds stage what’s trendy?
obsessive was the groove of the fluent Victor Hugo 
and fictional,  compulsive liar – Pinocchio.

Take Hugo’s masterpiece, Les Miserables.
With surplus words, intense cravings we find
yield lawless acts, theft, prostitution which rob
disadvantaged folk of their conventional mind.
Poverty's victims are prone to spell-bind.

With a ruthless hand

In shadows cold, you made your stand, 
With all the nerve yet none of the spine
You broke my heart with a ruthless hand

The bed you chose, I wish lies unmanned, 
A ghostly hollow of your design 
In shadows cold, you made your stand

True friends arise, they understand, 
But your treachery wears a warmer sign
You broke my heart with a ruthless hand

You left me here to face the sand
Your whispered promises malign;
In shadows cold, you made your stand

Each tear I shed is carved; but you planned,
Yet still, I rise from this decline; 
You broke my heart with a ruthless hand

Oh, taste the bitterness claimed, unplanned;
The price of trust—now pain entwined;
In shadows cold, you made your stand;
You broke my heart with a ruthless hand

If

If it be lunatics rule half this world
And power mad despots tread where they please 
If tyrant’s fists raised, leave no toe uncurled
And civilised nations fail to appease

If Reds share handshakes to serve malign ends
And kooks with nukes make many spines shiver
If despots trade ICBMs with friends
And NATO’s one voice betrays a quiver

If hospitals shield a terror downstairs
And each side seeks resolution in war
If one hostage freed, frees twenty of theirs
And war will be war like no war before

If all this be so then are we not done
And should we concede; the countdown’s begun

Stay a little longer

Let me stay a little longer,
In this utopia that lies yonder.
Where my worrisome mind decides to sleep,
Where my soul finds the tranquility it seeks.

Amongst earthy mist and hypnotic haze,
Where symphony of rain plays.
That’s where my soul is bound to reside,
Where an articulated poem aurora recites.

I walk bare foot,
On the velvety grass.
And then slowly slump,
And watch the moments slowly pass.

Umber eyes closed as tears stain.
And the pitter patter on my face,
 An aid to my malign pain.

As I flare and exhale,
Who knew I slowly heal,
My heart and soul so frail.

Enough with the facades. 
Enough with personas so hoax,
Let this mind be independent,
From all the falsas and coax.

Let me stay a little longer,
Let me be me a little longer.
Leave me alone where
Beneath canopy rain seeps.
Where my lost inner child,
Finds a window to peep.

Let me stay a little longer,
In this imaginative dream that lies yonder.
Where away from troubles, I decide to sleep.
A place which longs for me,
And all my troubles, its willing to keep. 
Let me stay a little longer,
In this imaginative dream that lies yonder.

Woman in White

The moon, a pale eye, watched the lake below, 
Where White Rock shimmered, cold and slow. 
A shroud of mist clung to the water's face, 
And whispers rose, a chilling, spectral grace.

They say a woman, dressed in purest white, 
Walks these shores, a haunting, mournful sight. 
Her screams echo through the silent night, 
A chilling cry, lost in the pale moonlight.

The wind, a phantom hand, sweeps through the trees, 
Rustling leaves, like ghostly, whispered pleas. 
A chilling moan, a sudden, sharp despair, 
A woman's grief, heavy in the air.

They say she fell, a lover's cruel design, 
Her blood spilled red, on waters now malign. 
She sought her peace, but found a watery grave, 
Now doomed to wander, a restless, ghostly slave.

So, keep your distance, when the moon is high, 
And shadows dance across the glassy sky. 
For if you hear a whisper, soft and low, 
It's just a ghost, a tale of ages ago.

The woman in white, forever tied to shore, 
Her mournful cries, forevermore. 
A chilling reminder, etched in the night, 
Of a love lost, and a soul lost in the white.

Defamation

Don't speak ill; don't
Mock; don't malign to a
Person you don't know.

Freedom Fighter

Jailed for the will to be jailed 
Kids shouldn’t play with fire
But they do, and of course they fail
In full conscious of mad desire
What now, will you write a sequel
To Servantes’s Don Quixote
Lots of tyres around every mill
A borsch with pampushka you’ve got 
There’ll be Ursula of Brussels
The lady you wish to know better
There’ll be most malign old fossils
You must kill them, then go to get her 
Or maybe you’ll call it a day
And give it all up, my brave kid
You’ve said what you needed to say
No one wanted, but you did
Like a moth to the flame you flew
To explain the obvious – why?
Suicidal truth suits a rare few
For the rest the price is too high.

Feeling Sorry

Feeling Sorry

Lie after lie after lie,
Looking and swearing right into your eye, 
It’s always the same though I try,
I bleed and you cry,
You die and I’m high,
I’m low and your high,
You ask why and I’m lost in my mind,
You can search for it but it’s something you won’t find,
You’re right in front of me but I’m blind,
We seek answers but maybe it’s just my design,
You’re a perfect shape in every way but I’m undefined,
I’m angry at myself but you remain caring and kind, 
I’m always in your mind and it’s unfair because I’m a cancer that’s malign,
I’m situated just behind your eyes,
So cut me out before I take your life.

self harm

The self-harm

Sometimes, I think I live inside the head of an ogre
whatever happens, none of us are in control, but
of a malign monster with brain cancer
Millenniums ago, when the brain was vigorous
it caught a microorganism of the type that can hide
a long time before branching out powerfully trying
 to take over by altering the brain's chemistry.
Over time, the foreign body has tried to destroy it.
The cohesion that makes a brain function almost
to perfection; alas, as is with Beau's ideal, one time or another fails but can be repaired, and peace ensues.
There was a time when the monster cell was nearly 
defeated but was saved by lesser pests 
thinking its
cunning could be useful so it could grow alongside 
The bacterium grew immensely strong and has begun threatening and altering the normal function 
of the mental capacity of an encephalitic existence
the world might collapse, and a dead planet will circle the galaxy because we now know 
the monster cell's purpose was to destroy god's 
failures.

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