Short Torture Poems
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The body fears as the bag empties
biological torture begins
as a plea for a re-fill disturbs.
I don't want the effort to be mutual.
I want it to be a battle...
a war....
a pleasant torture of who can out love who.
pains silent in your eyes
a road calling
don't go
listen to me
big fire is waiting
desires turn into torture
gently
How do
We survive this
Torture and
Imprisonment
Until these
Scares of
War confess,
We wear
These clothes
Of death
Walking in springs of sounds
Found our self in cage sing freedom
Forgiven impossible given torture
Asking my children free making future
Mental depression
Economic depression
torture produces
And so I come back
again and again
to revisit our love
and why I foolishly
let it slip away
Self torture? No
To feed my soul's
addiction
you say you wanna kill me
do it pull the trigger
stab my heart
beat me to death
crush my soul
torture my body
just don't find out
i love you
Form:
dry wells of summer
fill with borrowed
love
dark books of torture
torn flags of deceits
procession of
greeds
we are shivering in
the hot wind
Form:
Time can be a great friend,
some time feels like torture.
I wonder what time this is.
Hey brother, do you have the time?
** Perspective
What should we play today
Robot Laser War?
Digital Death?
Torture Chamber?
Let's do something different
Maybe go outside
We could play Tag
Richard Nixon could not tell the truth
George Washington could not tell a lie
Donald Trump can not tell the difference
He just wants to torture a spy!
Comfort comes in small doses
But pain gushes
Fills in those holes
That you thought you covered up
I’ll pat you dry
When the torture rains mercilessly
Form:
Time's tempo like torture is slow
Just part of a youth's ebb and flow
But later the pace
Of each year starts to race
As the old among us must know
Hear I sit
After the torrent
The raging
Calm but agast
Why the torture
My devotion
Split apart
No forseeing
Half of whole
Resigned
Alive
Bruised
Form:
rotten wooden stairs as life
sometimes you fall into the void
what many torture tool
the words and eyes burning
your boat put to a bay
see your damaged
Whispering heartache unfolds in torture
Incisions decorate the outside of you
See the river of lost hope unfold in a pond of red
How many will know you are dead
Dyslexia is our superpower;
And from know-it-alls we never cower.
They torture one's head with tortuous talks;
Dyslexics instead think outside the box.
No searching
no searching for me
I’ll not bother for you
do not torture yourself
wounds you inflicted
on my heart
passed death sentence
on our love
forever!
This Life
Soon a plague of unbearable insanity
Will wreak havoc upon humanity
Misery, murder, and endless strife
Famine and drought
Will torture this life
The needles
Of thousands
and of millions
pour on me,
Drenching me
with its
Arctic temperature.
Each drop is like
a frozen amber,
Smouldering
at absolute zero.
Form:
I do this phase for the physical pleasure I deserve.
Even if it is purely just torture, I will curb every curve.
I shall also embrace every encounter as a way to serve.
Hurt beyond compare
My heart cries tears of torture
Torment grows more here
Kills every positive thought
Living a life so painful
Russell Sivey
Front-line in depth of mortar
Whistling shells and screams of torture
Blood clot gurgles death bell tolls
Hell of pain in body enthrals
Danger rings apprehension stalls
Golden torture looms
Now the sun sets in the sky
It sets also in my heart
Oh how I miss you
For another day has passed
And you are not by my side
8/21/17