Short Deadly Nightshade Poems

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Weeds

Call me deadly nightshade
Poison in my blood
Anger sparks cruel words
Inspired desperate actions
That cannot be undone
The weapon my tongue
Bloodsports for the soul


Premium Member Vegicide

Suggesting a new plant based diet
She’d leave me if I didn’t try it

In that quarrel she was the winner
So that evening I cooked the dinner

The table was laid and the soup that I’d made
Was Hemlock and Deadly Nightshade
Form: Couplet

Premium Member Fireflies and Stuff

glow bugs in eerie 
summer marshes add twilight 
sparkle to ink blot
welkin, fireflies red heart flash
deadly nightshade clicks scare bats

Posted and created  : 11th March 2022

Contest Name ; FIREFLY TANKA

       Sponsor ;   JCBBRUL
Form: Tanka

Premium Member OBSESSION

Orion in the heaven with your belt of stars
Bedazzling fair young ones after setting of the sun,
Senses becoming feldspars of obsession 
Emerging from dream-threads finespun,
Secreted away from light of day, 
Shadowed by the vines of deadly nightshade
Inside the mind of precocious, provoked youth-
Onward sauntering into life as if it’s an arcade,
Not comprehending reality has no reset booth.
Form: Acrostic

Deadly Nightshade

D  on't do it 
E  ven the Gods will cry 
A  rt is only illusion 
D  espite your pain 
L  oneliness is human 
Y  ears melt to one 

N  o need to sip that cup 
I  nternal storms 
G  row into calmer seas 
H  earts that bleed 
T  ake time to heal 
S  hadows forever lurking 
H  oping to conquer 
A  nnihilation the only cure 
D  eath the final solution 
E  radicate their cruelty in the cool breeze of the dawning  sun
Form: Acrostic


X-Mas List

Even Devils couldn’t tempt or soothe as sex and wealth they offer me.
These things are meager swings of mood – its witches' tools I want for me!
Henbane, hemlock, liverwort,
the left foot of a crow,
Saturn’s fumes and sulfur dust,
an image of my foe.

The withered pose of petal rose and Vervain’s vile tea,
the spider’s leg and lizard’s tail with deadly nightshade seed;
such salts and stones and baby’s bones, 
bloodroot, bat, and bee.
These little things the Devil brings 
are all I want for me!
Form: Rhyme

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