Short Sweet Revenge Poems

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
What the h***
Happened to you?...

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A mother's fury
Unleashing her punishment ----
Sweet revenge is dealt...

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Sweet Revenge
On a rival
In the night
Never to be seen again

Sweetest revenge of all
...

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I was so angry
His betrayal screamed through me
Deafening my heart
I yearned for revenge, but then
Sweetest forgiveness soothed me





September 26, 2019...

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Sweet revenge derived from the ways she was becoming mad.
Even so while plotting my own sweet vengeance, I still remain mad
Especially about all the moments she herself made me sad....

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Rejoice my heart,

the sweet moment of revenge you were waiting for
 
is finally here.

Now is the time to avenge your enemies' hate with

empathy and love!








© Demetrios Trifiatis
      20 APRIL 2020...

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A while back,
I wished that I could take back
The time I'd wasted.
..Until sweet revenge I'd tasted.

The words linger
As I announce
The lucky person
On whom I'll pounce.


~Written in 2001, when I was twelve~

*The original copy had no title....

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Curse him, the French man
that resides inside my head
screams for sweet revenge

Curse her, the lewd woman
that resides inside my head
so scared to lose him

Curse me, curse myself
can't reconcile the spirit
that is divided

Curse me, curse myself
I reside inside my head
split up, messed up head...

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From one scorned woman to another,
no need to ponder, here's an idea.
When he comes back home by 'noon,
prepare his favourite scrumptious food.
Mix the laxatives with sleeping pills boo,
and sip that wine from across the room. 

27 July 2022
'Bite Size Poem no.50' Poetry Contest 
Sponsored by Line Gauthier...

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after the many times,
you shot my dreams down
after telling me I wont accomplish,
nothing I set out to do.
My Sweet Revenge,
toward you is not violence!
My Sweet Revenge,
is to achieved in everything,
you said I couldn't!
the looks on your faces,
after I've done what you said I couldn't,
is My Sweet Revenge!...

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It is,
what do you not say
I read the dusk
on your eyes.
Unspoken words
hammering!

A timer,
quartz clock,
ball bearings, pellets
croissant of terror.

Suspicious of the lady
riding on crest
responsible,
for the happenings.

Fear,
hair raising,
turns back the centuries.
We lose,
ourselves!


SATISH VERMA...

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Frozen enchantress
Of beauty untold
Sought for 
The glacial summer.

Soul withdrawn 
By painful slumber.
Eyes of silence,
Cold lips of fury.

Auspice of death
Cast
The twisted tongue 
Of water.

The vile plunging
Of raging sleep
Left dreams
Of sweet revenge.

So ends 
The immortal with life
As it closed its eyes 
For eternity....

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I appear with a smile at your call
I'm your faithful servant
At least that's what you think
But my cheerful smile is just a ploy
That hides my true thoughts
The ones of a sweet revenge
You think that I worship you
You think that I love you 
That's what will make it so sweet
When I stand over you
With a knife in my hand
And a smirk on my face...

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Greatest revenge
perhaps to become even.

Becoming even
to love what and whom Earth has given
and taken,
will give and take,
until we are each even.

Only wonder and no worries
about which gender you are and are not
or prefer to verge and submerge with and without
or even if you prefer them all
evenly
eventually.

Warmest wise investment
perhaps love within and between such events....

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BETRAYER of worlds, EVIL mongrel, you 
REEK of the poison which delivers one 
Final BLOW to my buzzing brain. 
Alone, I shall survive, as I always do.
Hell hath no FURY like the sweet revenge
I shall set upon you. 
I will not lie or wander in this 
Purgatory any longer, questioning and 
Writhing in PAIN. 
Gaslight me again and I shall set you
AFLAME. 
Not a threat, not a threat, but a 
Promise....

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Flaunting a brand
Succinctly,
holding the horizon between his teeth
he was not taking a bite.

Nobody can open the vault
under the gaze
of black cobras
extending the crumple zone.

Sweet revenge,
he was stepping out of the bright skin
in deep shadows. 
A grey sky was going to melt.

Pouring out the innocence 
which was not so subtle between the words.
Something falls out from your lips
beyond a reasonable sound.



Satish Verma...

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Darkness to Darkness we may pass
Never knowing that was our last--
And who should know--
Not I--
A sweet revenge for living a life so long

8/4/'15


In summary, the first line hits on the point when we close our eyes we die...the second line states that we never know when that will happen...the third asks who does know...the fourth states the narrator does not...and the fifth line simply says it is better to live a long time not to......

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My Favorite Chair

If My favorite chair could talk,
I think that it would share, 
All the hardship it does endure,
being my favorite chair.

its soft wide lips would openly speak, 
of all i would share with it every week, 
the biscuit crumbs, the news paper,
the letters ive tossed aside..

And if you listened hard enough, 
it would take the chance to tell, 
its sweet revenge,
for them dints and bends,
is hiding all my coins and pens....

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Habitual hugs,
addiction of serenity,
frames flying off the wall
and land at your door.
Shut out-
like the lines you'd curse
sweet revenge is asked for 
and while habit succumbs fate
targets are acquired,
lost 
and forgotten.
It never will work out,
it never has,
so save the good if it can't be there
cause the bad is what ruined it
I don't want it
I never have
so if that's the case then let it all be
remain in the moments after us
because you were more whole then you were in it...

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Beating my roof with rhythm-less cacophony
Slapping my windows with sweet revenge
Splashing my room with lightning 
Drawing down the hands of thunder
It is the rain again...

Now i will wait, and dance with the rain
let me welcome it while it intrudes...
With its strength, it billowed my curtain
making it dance to its beat

My sleep long since gone under my pillow...
now am listening,
beat on
drum on
serenade me with your loud voice
while i beckon on my sleep again...

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Is it easier in life, for those who cannot consciously close their hearts, to hurts small and large, even after seemingly been run over by a barge. The flipside of this coin, is they can forgive automatically, because their hearts didn’t close all the way, never allowing them to make or want , The wrongful party to actually pay. Anger yes, a flash of sweet revenge, but it all dissipates in their end.Slates clean, peace of mind, able to once again be who they really are, gentle and kind....

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