Short Retribution Poems
Short Retribution Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Retribution by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Retribution by length and keyword.
You asked forgivenesses,
She didn't reply to it.
Ironic isn't it?
You only realize that,
Whom you've known died already.
Puppets
Philosophies
Of fear
And divine
Retribution
In deaths
Promises
Of never ending
Tortures
Will never
Let you
Enter
heaven
The poisoning of Mother Earth, untold suffering upon the children of Man will cast!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
04 February 2015
Her sneezes didn't prevent her and John Deere from seeking vengeance...
leaving a carnage of dead grass and strewn tissues in her wake
6-2-18
The comfort resides in my spirit today,
Releasing me from past pain,
Bathed in light of Gods' retribution,
He pulls me in the sun out of the rain.
In shadows lurk
The whispers dire
Retribution
Fuels the fire
With echoes
Of his past in tow
A storm approaches
Winds will blow
© daniel miltz
Lord, tell me it isn't so.
Today's the day I've been laid low -
dreaming I was a potato.
I found out it was real,
when a man like me said, "time to peel".
Mike Pence bravely upheld the Constitution
Now Mr. T. wants to exact retribution
If the Presidency is in Mike's future
Let Mr. T. bleed to death without sutures
In life, revenge most of the time
Doesnt come quickly
Or the next day
Or the next month
Or next year
But when it comes
It comes and live with you
In your entire life.
Life slowly rises out of the ashes,
Only to be greeted by darkness.
A darkness being consumed by woe,
Woe being consumed by sins.
In a never ending motion,
Of just retribution.
Listen to poem:
Forgiving while waiting for karma's revenge
sows a seed for your own retribution.
For intent is your responsibilty.
Your aura is your own karma
rendered alone in isolation.
Former Attorney General Pam Bondi
will never be confused with Mahatma Gandhi!
She was head of the Dictator Tot's retribution campaign
but, thankfully, her efforts were mostly in vain.
There’s more than one coward here
Lashing myself in silent retribution half my life
The days are hazy in my mind
The words erased
But the feeling is sticky and deep and boundless
You never reached out either
Retribution lies upon
The unredressed,
What lies beyond
Ourselves,
We abscond,
We finalize, yet we
Never correspond,
We analyze, yet we
Never respond…
Comprehend yourself hence
Transcend comprehension-
Aggressive, befitting candor,
defies empathetic fervor.
Grave honesty is just,
kindness literally must not.
Omen partakes ***** retribution,
savoring tantamount usurpation.
Vulgar words expound,
yields to zero
Violence under anarchy
Anarchy under my screams
Screams under a mental breakdown
Breakdown under chronic daydreams
Dreams under an uprising
Uprising under retribution
Retribution under pain
Pain under God
God under Me.
You shall always think of me.
You shall soon see
How you went about it all wrongly,
As well as how you wronged me.
You shall always think of me.
You shall soon see
How I much rather things be,
And how it will benefit both you and me.
Boomerang returns to doer
Karmic retribution
Allow God to be the mover
Optimal solution
Let not ego decoy
Relax, have fun, enjoy
Embrace and imbibe joy
Desire sprang
Boomerang
14-April-2022
Quietus
Time warped, perception bleak. Clay bodies falling apart.
The shift of stance in reality motions the notion, that inherits a vast chasm of possible retribution.
Cracked mood shifts met with insomniacs last choice, lies wake with the dread of falling asleep.
Spotting desire, in as an urge
Mirroring aversion
Manifesting energy surge
Karma retribution
Reborn time and again
Heart carrying lust stain
Ego borne bondage chain
Raging fire
Spotting desire
29-September-2021
Quietus
protuberance hot
the sting of summersault sun
beet red swarm of bees
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6/18/2019
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Tania Kitchin’s Poetry Contest - Birds or Bees Haiku
*summersault is an alternate spelling
So as a sequel to my last poem,
I gave the unsloved child murders in my childhood a thought,
And oven coven,
I had dinner and talked to the three hecate,
'What does the wise man want?'
We agreed retribution for him,
They suggested I requested but I said,
Leave it to you.
Form:
Scar my intention
Weaken my voice of doubt.
Like a lion caught
In a mousetrap -
Ducking and Diving
And finding
No end
To this dark tunnel
Of retribution.
And for a fleeting moment,
I accept.
I accept me.
Without modification
Or criticism.
I am me
For all
Eternity.
Form:
Metamorphous; Trickling on the violet rose, decaying into a crimson thorn.
As sinners vibrant words branch and become dusk, in the fog.
Their cadaver the canvas
Will truly know the swift, and elegant touch of my,
Retribution.
For I am, the dull - revitalized soul of your sufferer.
Always a thought bothers me.
How the winner should behave
with stuffed ego?
A cipher this side,
or that side, makes a huge difference
in life.
Some solar retribution
of Yohimbi ?
A victim could wait.
Two severed arms
lay on road, still spurting blood !
SATISH VERMA
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