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Sadism Poems - Poems about Sadism


Another Damned Moon Poem
i am double rainbows. i am the streaks of silver in the old man's hair, i am spiny and bug-eyed. i am the rainbow around the moon on misty nights. i am cactus eyes with a center of molten gold, i am almond crafted ones that pierce. i am the smell after it rains. i am...

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Categories: sadism, beautiful, desire, hurt, i
Form: Free verse
Fallen
On the edge of paradise, woeful tears fall, cold as ice. On that edge where I stand still, ashen whips jut onto my will. On that edge you sear my helm! Kibble it like a spider; overwhelm! Steering through many an eve. Conceive, weave, cleave then grieve! Render and espouse; knight and serf. Guardian of your tear, gate, and turf. Enact then re-enact my astral...

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Categories: sadism, angst, anxiety, dance, dark,
Form: Rhyme



Premium Member Murder Entitlement
Cop core culture cultivates racist malevolence, The profiling pseudoscience. Cop core contempt, rogue roving terrorists in blue, Sadists through and through. Cop core combatants harass, torture, then kill, Another handcuffed man choked still. Cop core cruelty depraved indifference to the defenseless. ...

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Categories: sadism, anger, corruption, culture, death,
Form: Political Verse
Burdens of the Heart
The hate that uglifies a sweet face The betrayal that makes trust fade The enmity that isolates The sadism that inflicts hate The envy that breeds futile hostilities The grudges that darkens memories The jealousy that erodes satiety The ill-will rewarded with vanity The long distances, weights and heights Don't weigh us down like the burdens of the heart...

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Categories: sadism, anger, beauty, betrayal, evil,
Form: Rhyme
Past Lounder
While waiting for the end I noticed a flower. And waiting for the end I lowered in dower. When saying to myself there's water to loure. When draying to myself I watered the flower. When all of the life I chose to honor was what of the life I bent to donor. Then bowing to say I spent life flounder. Was all in my life I lent past lounder....

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Categories: sadism, 8th grade, 9th grade,
Form: Quatrain




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