Punishment Poems - Poems about Punishment

She barks, "Turn your cheek!" She leaves her handprint on it. "And now the other!"...

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My dogs have been running lose Now that they weigh a hundred pounds each, I am trying to control them Our digger has dug his way out of one of our fenced areas We are sitting in the other one – both dogs and I If he had not dug under the neighbor’s fence This would not be happening...

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On the sport’s field we started to set up To play cricket but the ground was hard And the stumps would not go in. So my mate Used the cricket bat to hammer them home. The game’s master was soon upon the scene, Shouting. “That’s no way to treat the willow, You cretin.” Sir then...

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An orison to hope Shattered into smithereens Its keened tongues and teeth gnash and lament A despairful cry of a cutthroat womb. Cacophonies cry out Cellos and violins bow, inexorable and unforgiving Until then, of their finale the southern bells will ring; A testimony that God has returned. Savior of humanity, Entwine us with arms that bleed For those arms' warmth and nurture Extricates us...

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She offered him a single rose to stay the night inside, But he a prince, and she a hag, the Prince her rose denied. He thus began to close the door, retreating to his space, But the old hag’s repulsiveness then melted from her face. The Prince tried to apologize, for with his eyes he saw A beauty unsurpassed that...

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I feel like Sisyphus most ev’ryday. A constant struggle carrying my load. A punishment that never goes away To push my rock down here in Death’s abode How well I know just how Tantalus feels: To grasp at dreams forever out of reach. And knowing that admitting this reveals I’ll never learn the lessons life will teach. And Ixion, the least known of...

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A father Once a son. A son Will become a father, Time makes the difference. A mother Once a daughter. A daughter Will become a mother Time makes the difference. Father's ignite The pathway. Courage and belief Their messages. Fearlessly facing Adversity until they die, Leaving a legacy for us to follow. Mother's teaching Love and patience. Always showing Compassion, Amidst disorder. Paving paths For us to thrive...

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Wooden spoons and switches are all that's needed!...

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A coat was laid upon the shoulders potential threats firmly at bay arms that held the precious mould are protecting those who chose to pray a bridge to cross a sea of secrets as towers leaned towards their fate cross the heart and aim to keep it and swallow what will fill the space a canopy arched over wisdom confidence came in its...

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Through shadowed trails beneath the moon’s cold stare. Its Amber gaze: a burden hard to bear. This feathered prize found peace in my gut No slumber dreamt; no answer could I get. Eurasian owl with orbs of liquid flame My every stride a prideful, haunting...

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the aquatorium’s legends speak of a Captain Punishment who takes with him every recruit his ship breaks waters uncharted but familiar to all the stars turn innavigable yet constellations make image we never see again yet never forget and his harbours and ports? oh dear to his ports I've been to his ports I've been and you, young punk may fret and yell all you want but you'll too disembark you'll...

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The jury sits stoic and pensive with unwavering eyes Set upon me like a lock on prey Persecution for the crime of being small Groundless accusation I have yet to discern Though it seems the world has already done so I am by fault a timid being Created, it seems, by a mind set on juxtaposition I am neither here nor there Neither...

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You will made them cry And believe to have roseses of bed, You want them to eat less And you believe to have dessert. Never they asked for much, Just they want is your happiness, They made there life miserable, To make your life luxurious. They never showed there hunger But made you to eat full of stomach. The...

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Our enemies the Philistines As we were taught in Sunday school Are extras in the battle lines To die, as we were born to rule What lovely racists we’ve become Programmed to hate our nation’s foes Eurasians and Mohammedans Can meet the fate our masters chose The monstrous industry of war Directs the western heads of state To where the high explosives roar To maim,...

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