Punishments Poems | Examples

Echo and Narcissus retelling Ovid's the Greek poets account

    Oh Echo why, did she beguile.
    Queen Hera with loquacity.
    Thou mountain nymph whose winsome smile
    Did mask Zeus from complicity
    With sylvan nymphs, his sole desire.
    Those dalliances once revealed
    Set jealous Hera's heart on fire.
    Echo was blamed, her fate now sealed
    To never speak, till others spoke.
    And only then, those last words said.
    Then bite her tongue, or she would choke.
    This punishments inside her head.
    A woodland hiding place she found
    In solitude and loneliness.
    One day she heard a youthful sound.
    His voice her lips, it did caress.
    Then " do not hide " Echo replied.
    This paragon of many charms,
    Bemused he said " please do no hide " 
    When Echo ran towards his arms,
    Narcissus cast her to the ground,
    Extolling death, to her embrace
    As from her lips, his words resound.
    She disappeared without a trace.
    To wander evermore alone.
    Those mountain caves were her domain.
    Soon blessed death, turned bones to stone.
    Her voice was all that did remain.

    8 / 16 / 2025

No One Understands

How in a twinkle of an eye,
Your life so make a lot of sense.
Now, the world heave a nasty sigh... 
What an atmosphere with such tense!

Insane to ever imagine...
The plain sky once sunny turn loosed,
How wealth to death has no bargain!
Life would have got hade's gut seduced.

The sunny sky soon faded out,
While love just become a true fan
Beyond every possible doubt 
It's better he got 'serve a ban'

Diogo Jota bids farewell soon,
A gentle goodnight to fans ears.
Though he had a very bright June,
But July disguise awful cheers... 

Rest well in the blossoms of God,
We hope you find real happiness...
Though no one understands the odd;
Death defines not your readiness.

Condolences to Portugal...
Above earthly accomplishments;
Find eternal rest off struggle,
Mercy placed above punishments.

Wems Henry Temmy 
2025

R I P Diogo Jota
#DiogoJota

M The Resurrection and Life Everlasting

By the “resurrection of the body” is meant that at the end of the world

And the bodies of all men will rise from the earth

And be united again to their souls nevermore to be separated

By the special favor of the Assumption

The body of the Blessed Virgin Mother Mary was raised from the dead

And taken into Heaven

The judgement which will be passed on all men immediately after the general 

resurrection is called the general judgment

The judgment will be passed on each one of us immediately after death is 

called the particular judgment

The rewards or punishments appointed for men after the particular judgment are Heaven

Purgatory

Or Hell

The word “Amen” with which we end the Apostles’ Creed is meant

So it is

Or So be it

10 Act of Contrition

O MY (ETERNAL) GOD
I am heartily sorry for having offended You
And I detest all my sins
Because of Your just punishments
But most of all because they offend You, my (Eternal) God
Who are all good
And deserving of all my love
I firmly resolved with the help of Your grace
To sin no more
And to avoid the near occasions of sin

Poetry Form: Free Verse
Date Written: May 18, 2025
Time Written: 9:43pm

Global order'

Glibly goes; the globalists line deprivation is freedom
And eternal war is so fine' repression of the west that
Had afflulence and health.' That might spill over? to the
Third world..Kept upon its own shelf.' By empowered
Populations un-predated by war, in appreciation of advances, from the decades gone before..As thought
Pharoah Tutmoses; the second to none? The folk in
General are most numerous, of my riches whats is to 
become? So he made 'interventions and punishments'
Hard.! to deplete them in number..To kill young males
His trump card.' And yet there was plentitude, innovation
All was well.' Now his agressive intention unto evil actions
Would sound the death knell.'

Criminal in the room

If became a criminal the room would you tie me down to the bed, and show me how to be the good little girl you wish me to be. I'll get on my knees begging daddy to forgive me. Show the criminal side of me daddy is the one in charge here. What you say is the only way and I shall not disobey. Grab me by the throat hold me against the wall anything you need to do to show me right from wrong,but even then maybe being a criminal in the room isn't so bad when all the punishments I seem too love.

MORE AWAKENING LIBERATING THOUGHTS

It has been said that
“Wicked is as wicked does;”
And somewhere, I heard/read
“Death can be an award or a punishment;
The Creator both gives and takes away 
All life that is lived and passed on:-

Is it not conceivable that it’s possible
To destroy wickedness, rather than
The source from which it is conceived?
In no way can we eliminate death itself,
But we can destroy murdering causes—
It’s a matter of choice: God or Satan?

Yes, choices—all—have consequences;
And may result in rewards or punishments—
Whichever it is to be, requires consciousness:-
In deciding how to deal with wickedness and its source,
Choose to seek ever-present, divine wisdom and guidance;
Ever ensuring blessed rewards rather than abject punishment:-

May we soon be awarded the ways and means 
Of ridding ourselves of the Oppressor Syndrome:
“Murdering ourselves for the sake of our oppressors:-”
Likewise, may we be rewarded with redirecting our kids,
Guiding them towards controlling AI, rather than the opposite;
Future leaders, aware that it takes liberated NI…to liberate bodies:-

the taste of forever

The taste of forever

Wild oats and thistles covered the track
stinging my legs for punishments
for since forgotten
The misty Dale that makes war look
like a romantic adventure 
that separated men from boys until
a wolf howled
Trespasses, are buried under flowers
keep a soldier's last secret,
his name blew away in the wind
The cottage was still there, trees around
had grown, could no longer be seen
from the main road.
the door was rotten but still locked
the window curtain
 was made
of spiders web
the room was shady in the noon heat
intense silence came thundering
demanding to be heard
so many graves not visited and tears
of the betrayed ran into a lake where
trout waked 
He hits his knuckles on a stone wall and
savored the pain, blood dripped onto
the floor and ants came
He threw a rope over a beam and climbed 
on a table, his dog outside barked 
it sensed utter peril
At ease, by now, he walked back to 
the main road, and behind him in
a cabin, a noose gently swayed

You Will Not Live Forever

You will not live forever
And you do not have a soul
There are no hells or heavens
No charged punishments to scroll

We do not keep on going
When our ashes riddle urns
There are no gods or saviors
No exchanges or returns

You will not live forever
And you cannot sway the Fates
There are no master captains
Out beyond the crooked gates

Teacher

Dear Teachers,

You are very very special

Your character is really inexplicable
 You've taught us millions of lessons which is a billion dollar thing 
We still remember that amazing school sessions that has given us wings 
Punishments and scoldings all are just part. 
But all these memories connect us even when we miles apart.
School has fun feelings and care Study and morality we find everything was there,
 That era has been golden and teachers are gem
Friends are companion can't forget them Lots of gratitude and respect for you.
Thanks for everything because you all are gem that are rare and few

Rimjhim

Wrong Punishment of Staff

Who’d go ahead to smack a cheek,
Because owner had sounded Greek:
Pounce on his salary thought sleek,
To delay it week after week?

Such actions of iron hand reek,
Later, boss’ corpse for vulture’s beak.
Some captains take tortures to peak,
At their victims content to peek…

Their just fixed doors of office creak:
New oaken ones shipped through the creek
And they’re amazed, knowledge seek;
They themselves can the answer leak…

For all wrong punishments of staff
Heads are getting them back full not half.

S Bahn

(the overhead railway in Berlin with a stop either side the Wall, one in the East, one the West, to be ridden with caution.)

I never took the S Bahn
you could end up on the other side 
if you missed your stop and
unintentionally extended your ride.
There were so many stories
about the treatment you could get
when the train was searched 
and you and the comrades met.

Every coach was checked 
as they did their security round
with very little chance to sit quietly
and hope you wouldn’t be found.
The Stasi were the bogey men 
the true inspirers of fear
always aware of the lure 
of the west so enticingly near.

Escapees tried so many ways
lured by the call of democracy
ready to risk everything
for the chance of living free.
They said the beatings were severe
with not least the threatened hell
of unlimited hours confinement
in a dank and cheerless Stasi cell

and then the double jeopardy of
posted absent without leave
with the additions punishments
erring squaddies could receive.
No I never rode the S Bahn
that potential magnet to all
to try and sneak on board and
get to the Western side of the wall.

Banishing Elders

Like a mage fight they pray,
Using different spells watch closely to what they say,
Some using pictures to chant at your achievements,
Some saying I wish you to fail can you believe this,
The children said truce but the men were too far along,
Just like the Bible said too much evil they be gone,
I know I asked for hell and requested the punishments too,
When I return to heaven I expect nothing from you,
It was research I took no advantage to my stay,
Who's at war I see societies of peace please watch what you say,
Because some look at evil just like it's me,
That's the realist devil pay close enough attention,
To the story of Jesus repentance is key.

To the Bitter End

With the Darkness from within your own heart's a wry,
You're going to die without anyone to love you and no one to cry.
Just alone by yourself on the bed of your death,
With the stench of regret emanating from your last dying breath,

For you have chosen the path of a bitterly selfish man,
With the blood of your wife and children on your hands.
For the penance you'll pay for the way you've behaved,
Will be written in plain as the name of your grave.

In the fiery pits of hell will your soul perish in agony and horror,
For the consequences of murder is harsh punishments with fervor.
No amount of pleading will cease your unending suffering,
For the aftermath of those deaths is misery and agony unrelenting and neverending.

For the shadows of ghosts of the happenings that will be,
Or maybe those happenings are by made by you for you only.
For you can't buy your way to repent on the deaths you've erased,
The ever-so-clear punishment of infinite torment in death will serve those souls well repaid.

Lawke

-Lawke-

Disillusioned by a moral compass. Pointing every way, besides the right direction. Separate the wheat from the chaff. Is there merit in being cursed?

Our nature, certainty of blatant hypocrisy. 

Test upon test. 

Never knowing when the cast of shadows lurking. Forever is a long time, when existence goes on and on. 

Shown wrong when rewarded as willful treachery.
 
Albeit seeing progress, granted no mercy. Sought out for belonging. The craving of divine love. 

The balance unforgiving. Born with the best of both worlds, follow suit with the worst punishments.
 
The heir, heavy with black clouds at hand. 

Temptations of kin smoldering, laughing at every torment bled dry.

The chains of Olympus withering away. 

Open the heart, plead for understanding.

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