Short Punishes Poems
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Dear God, hear me out
I know I do things wrongly
I just want her back
Her smooth skin, I never touch
Her silk black hair, punishes
April 1, 2015
. She punishes you,
With her electric fingers,
Defending herself.
I am in the cold, you looked me out here.
frostbite hits me, the cold air punishes me.
why did i talk, why did i try to make things better.
when i never can. it is my mouth that gets me in to trouble.
Mother punishes her child
Child stops crying when pain is gone
After that tear begins to flow on
Silently from mother's eyes
Form:
Why do I worry so?
Is it my mind that punishes me as soul?
Why can’t I realize and simply live
Do I have to be a do-gooder and forever give?
I want the whole world to grasp the simple truth
That everyone is soul
But they need proof
God is good, God is great.
God is the master of your fate.
If you are kind to people, God will be good to you.
Faith can move mountains, this is true.
God rewards those who do good and punishes those who do bad.
When he answers our prayers, we are thankful and glad.
My body is testament
to the endless war
with life we wage--
from surreal puzzles
of purple veins on
my feet to a little lump
of fat dangling sadly,
lonely, 'neath my chin.
Life punishes us--not by
stealing our youth but
in letting us remember,
remember its sweetness.
Satan wasn’t a wicked bloke; he was once an angel.
But the fellow fell because of his pride & desire.
And the Lord sent him to the torturous realm called hell.
So here’s where the devil punishes the sinful souls in darkness & fire,
Here’s where this brute's chained blood-curdling creatures dwell.
She who waltzes in the glicering stars of dawn,
She who observes the raging light called love,
She who gazes above all that is life,
She whose eyes glare, lustful and fierce, yet hopeful and longing,
She whose declaration of karma, punishes the wasps of humanity,
She whose loving embrace warms thou's icy heart,
The watcher.
Once I didn’t think of writing a poem one day,
But a poem called me, in its own way.
If I capture the essence of simple speech,
Poetry punishes me, just within reach.
Let my poem be smooth and round like a bead,
Pure and clear like an autumn day’s seed.
If I flaw a poem with even a single stain,
It’s better to remain silent then.
Equal and Opposite
In stone, fruit, thought,
breaking free like fugitive drops,
from arrest to arrest,
gravity punishes inclination.
Mechanic, escarpment-teethed
it grinds the inconstant glass
of orbital fall, mental elipse,
until the motive light again
leaps up, and on, out,
over, in, and through
trailing like a spray
the bright scarf
of un-Newtonian surprise.
Eyes that simply…
Are etched with oblivion.
They attempted to revive me.
Without making contact.
They would hand their medicine through a window.
Then shutter me out.
Allowing me to stand and stutter all alone.
Until someone punishes me with a sleepless night.
What made it bearable.
Was my dedication.
To escape the void.
That is for now my forever-home.
To dream…..
Of how I can put a smile on another
human’s face.
And not be one groveling in media
and it’s sad disgrace!
To make a genuine difference in this
violent world.
Not a lost soul,caught in hideous
political,lies and swirls!
The world knows not,that this is Holy
Saturday.
It honors dishonest men,and punishes
the good~vanquish them with your
blessings in every way.
4/8/2023
Thy never punishes but nourishes
Wisdom out of boredom
It's the outbreak of fellows
With merely civilized mellows
Who brought Corona to verona
And made coward with Covid
Nature freaks survival to revival
From vicious to virtuous
Choice of voice on good over bad
To raise against or praise...
Break it or else u fake
Pray for not to be prey
Are the sufferers the doers...?
It's an ALARM, not a charm!!
Destroying, devastating, and demanding,
However we forget to cherish
What we take for granted.
The earth can feel the pain.
The forest can feel the apathy of human beings.
The ocean is almost choked by our waste.
The Australian fire
Punishes the world,
Admonishes the people
To care
To protect
The continent we live on
We breathe in and out.
Preserving, appreciating, and protecting.
We should recycle garbage,
And conserve water.
Juxtaposed along the way, another voice declares
“Time exists for recompense not finding fault with heirs”
Time remains a fleeting whyle, all hopelessly bombarding
Time so swiftly punishes, all happy disregarding
Time proceeds invisible, the master sure and humble
Against the clock the living swear, in darkness forward tumble
The rising sun reminding all that time is ever true
Make time your greatest friend of all, get on reviving you
The sun eats away at the hills aloft.
My thoughts with ease drift off.
I allow to be carried to ventures and dreams a drift
Fangled places diamond oaks a rift
What would the world be like
if i would release these visions a might?
On a world of many limits
that punishes change's herd and those in it
Maybe i flatter myself to great
Maybe i should answer conformity's berate
Maybe i should see myself on a different plain
and believe myself to be insane
Phlegm slithers down the sink
its slow descent towards the stink
Hands of mucus and hair reach
out like Hell's hellions to ensnare
the whimpering shade, pathetic
adorned with bloodied fists, raised
beating their faces in rhythms anthemic
A mirror is their sole spectator
A reflection is an unreliable narrator
that sees a God that punishes fear,
the pen that writes infinite narratives
Pain, the transformative element
is the absence of language
Its primeval elegance
Some people believe that it's karma when we're rewarded for doing good and
punished for doing bad but it's not.
It's God blessing and punishing us and sadly it's what many people have forgot.
God blesses us when we do good things and punishes us when we do bad
things.
If you do good, you will be rewarded, but If you do bad, your butt will be in a sling.
As I've lived my life, I've tried to do the best that I can.
When you see me, you'll say that God has blessed this man.
Mother
A person who gives life to an individual.
A person who gives her unconditional love.
A person who cares and nurtures with her soft heart.
A person who sings lullabies for her child.
A person who holds hand to make the child walk every step
A person who plays like a child when there is no one to play.
A person who corrects and punishes to inculcate values in life.
A person who always stands in sorrow and happiness.
A gift that God has send as a prized possession.
Keep us or you not curtain,
do not you kill us.
If not our concern then
do not call us again.
Keep us or you not curtain,
do not you kill us.
Which we are now bad,
so tell us our mistake.
But play not you from heart.
No matter whoever punishes us now.
Keep in heart do not you things.
You also get them from heart.
Do teach us what to do.
But do not remove us
from the heart like this.
Take my life,do not kill us like this.
Keep us or you not curtain,
do not you kill us.
Form:
Come find me in solitude
wheels in both hands
confined to smooth movement
legs in motion
carefully studied years before
in colored tights
On dry bed
Small rustles in the dark
swift touch of silken hair
nervous bristles
That cutting sharpness
fragile green
disappears in dusk
in corners and
leaves
Grass seductively winks
when too close
punishes a tender caress
opens a spine
bares
and severs
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July 21, 2017
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