Short Malediction Poems

Short Malediction Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Malediction by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Malediction by length and keyword.


Thy Lord Forgive Me (Backwards Nonet)

Shame 
On me
For sinful
Wrongdoings,  I
Commited to thee.
Please, thy lord, forgive me
Forgive me, for i have sinned
For i have thought Malevolence 
O' rid me of this Malediction!
Form: Nonet


Faux Pulchritude Idol

*nocturne eye flicker*
*bite lip*
*rip asunder*

Malediction of a tragedy fused elegy,
mirror of red rum and visage of chaos.

The truth is a labyrinth of mirrors,
I am the reflection that stares back,
real you tryst behind quicksilver.

A Toddler's Malediction(Backwards Nonet)

Oh
Box of 
Cookies, way
Up on the shelf
All I can do is
Stare at you, it saddens
me, for i am too small to
Reach you, For I am a toddler 
Who has yet to learn to walk and talk.

I think its pretty funny.....
it is what we all think of toddlers
Form: Nonet

Future State

Incursion,moribundant
Iniquity,a malediction
Too late for reflection
No use for apologies
The harm has been done
Animus emotions
No war is ever won
Abjective adversity
Asperity of atrophy
Aberration then infamy
A molevolent society
A dictators sick dream
Future state,our reality!!!
© Pat Mccoy  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Lyric

The Way I Felt That One Time

Amdist the chaos of our lives, 
My confusion becomes your affliction.
Despite your manipulations,
Waiting is now your malediction.
So the truth hits close to home,
And my realizations become deeper.
You want me to believe my ideals are naive:
Don't bother.
If loose lips sink ships,
Then your quick wit is nuclear.
Form: Bio


Premium Member Revenge

Never wish death upon your enemy,
wish that they beg for death.
Drink from silver cups of silence,
haunted by ghosts of breath.
Let their triumphs rot in shadow,
gold turn to sand.
Every crown one of thorns.
every touch a reprimand.
Let mirrors show them what they buried,
let time refuse to heal,
not with fire, but with memory,
may they learn what it means to kneel.
Form: Lyric

Only Then Will I Know

When the noise makes sense
and the malediction feels like a blessing;
the hunger turns into a fullness
as the defloration becomes efflorescence.

Only then will I know...

That relinquishment is just another offering,
that falling is just going upward;
the opposite is the way ahead to the straightforward.

Only then will I know,
by the true learning of loving you,
who I am.
© Diana Bosa  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Rosemary Malediction

MY pulse falters when her shadow drags across the floor. LOVE rots slow in places sunlight never reaches. GROWS the hunger in the walls each time I speak her name. WHERE she once walked, the air bends, listening for blood. MY ROSEMARY GOES where the dead wait for me to follow. Decoded message: My love grows where my rosemary goes
Form: Acrostic

Haywire Ghetto

Haywire ghetto, lingering corpses, malingering sunshine,
Malignant malediction, staccato with disseminating stench,
Portending: ichor, insipid blood and wenches.

Juxtaposition of aphotic with aphotic; incognizant iniquity.

Noxious oxygen, attenuated jasper, jejune jardiniere:
Zion.

Smoke: implicative cornice,
Sherry or vitriol?
Ours, a world, that feigns polo in alcohol!!

-Pin Dew (30/04/2017)
© Pin Dew  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Both Sides

Saddness helps, and joy distracts
It is not depression
From the both sides of each act
You get mixed impression
That’s how sun confronts the rain
With complementation
It goes over and again
Kind of syncopation 
I have lost my tail of dues
Due to my conviction
If its needed, I will lose
To your malediction
I don’t mind, if you agree
Or in case you won’t 
That’s how things I tend to see
From both sides they’ve got.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Creaking Swing

The moon hardly pierces the winter clouds. Afar, a solitary wolf howls. The girl sits on the Glum-Glade swing. The pain of her claws growing and the frost made her wince. Still one rocking and she will become the raven ready to fly and spread the seeds of malediction. Cursed are those who have discovered her secret. It is dangerous to spy on a sorceress in the woods. Afar, a solitary wolf dies. And the moon weeps behind the frigid fog.
Form: Etheree

Reveler

Mischievous thoughts? 
She does not bulge,
Lip marks in red, 
On the white shirt;
Accusations?

True she could be?
A red herring,
Takes me now,
For a wild ride;
Disillusioned?

Naughty betrayal?
Loose collar free,
In  the playful,
Night aroma;
Melodrama?

Indulgent miss?
Slaughters desire,
"Touch me not" streak,
Spells disaster; 
Conspirator?

Pumpkin eater?
"My foot" to boot,
You are the true,
Swindler, cheater;
Malediction?

I enjoy life;
Night reveler?
© Jai Garg  Create an image from this poem.

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