Short Tyrants Poems
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Tyrants make a lasting name,
They ruin life and lure fame.
Their name incurs all sorts of shame.
They think alike, and die the same.
Tyrants, Despots and Dictators
remember it never ends well for tyrants, despots and dictators
4-13-22
Contest: Bite Size Poem No. 42
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
We ought never give in to our unbridled desires
for
soon they would turn into our merciless tyrants
© Demetrios Trifiatis
17 APRIL 2020
I desire my lost bark power
The oak heart I used to possess
My joy hidden in the rain’s mess
The veiled light for leaves to flower
To mute tyrants now I cower.
The tragic tyrants in power deny the truth
Bigotry and cruelty lie deep in their roots
Their souls will always be tainted with soot
He is too loud; we've already pressed mute
Creativity…
undemocratic
Tyrants of insight,
breaking new ground
Vision on fire,
effigy’s burning
Painting’s unframed
—all muses set free
(The New Room: November, 2020)
every day i live
in this capitalist society
is an act of rebellion
to live
to eat
to breathe
being alive where
system doesnt want you
defying orders and threats of tyrants
i say $^^^ you
and live.
Justice has no borders
liberty no walls
Freedom lives beyond the realm
of tyrants big and small
Blood once spilled in battle
generations to enthrall
Sealing hope in memories deep
—to those who heed the call
(Dreamsleep: August, 2022)
Cheap self now
Afford self-doing
Vulgar to so after-
Mass-ive tumor
That is eating,
And beating this needing
Eyes cries for the lies
Stained in youth drains
These young veins
Falsehood tyrants rule
Over peons passed
Loveliness lives like loneliness
Form:
A flawed democracy exists
When laws are mere words on paper.
When tyrants use an iron fist
A flawed democracy exists.
When we all can be on death's list
Then evil reigns, drunk with power.
A flawed democracy exists
When laws are mere words on paper.
Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~09.22.17
In sentient shades of silence
The heart endures from tyrants
Love lives lachrymosely long
My heart shows its prong.
June.22.2016
PART 2, FULLY BOOKED - Poetry Contest
By nette onclaud
~compose ONE dodoitsu: 7, 7, 7,5 syl count: 4 lines
*The Heart Is A Lonely Hunter ( Carson Mc Culler)
Defense of freedom
takes a courage
rare and dearly won
Through wars endured
with tyrants scourged
and despots on the run
The words in place
by Founders Ink
on parchment
closely held
As children roam
the halls of light
with precepts
— deeply felt
(The New Room: February, 2025)
The Way of Tyrants (Tanka)
Red nosed circus clowns
Behind mad grins… hate the laugher
As with dictators
In absurd fantasy uniforms
We hoot only when they fall.
Tyrant in his cave
Resentfully reflects on life
Western big shots came
Ate roasted lambs in his tent
How could he be so gullible?
The Life Quixotic is still Chaotic,
Still despotic while Tyrants rule.
Joy, it seems, a thing of dreams
When I wander like a Fool.
Eternally internally profoundly confused-
Searching for Time far better spent
In a Mind I find unfit- MISUSED!
A wish to be Omnipotent...
*Favorite Poem Old/New Contest Entry
~JustThatArchaicPoet
You have named me
The king of beasts
Where crown and sceptre
Hold no tyrants court.
Only balanced nature
Where evolution thrives
Knows I have my place.
I break the chain
Which signifies no title,
Only by weaker link
So life may forge a
New bond to become.
Who shall be called beast
When you are regicide
And life is no more.
Baby born off of the bay
Inspiration is into the imagination
Right there ranting like red rovers
Tyrants topple from their towers
He hustles to have his hands hammering homes
Day when daisies drown in detergent; disgusting
And anyone able to achieve amazing accomplishments,
Yields the yellow yaks yammering about the yams.
Happy Birthday!
The land and the home of the free and brave see the waste see the need see the face
see the sea see the burden freedom isn't bought with peace freedom waits freedom breathes freedom says what freedom means Politically speaking it's easy to say You saved me from tyrants and freed me from them Evidently allah and Jesus ain't on the same page
Since a thousand Sumerians I have been searching for my blood.. about you.. for the one who looks like me I found you nothing but a guillotine and it is my testimony..
And the land is yours sanctify freedom so that the tyrants of the land will not rule you..
It is the tears of eternity or its jokes People have a freedom whose opponent is not free..
I reach down, my hand brushing the soil,
The dead earth now charred and barren, decayed -
All that we have touched is now grains in my palm,
A madness that stems from a despotic rule.
Our own fervour about almighty justice nailed.
Is a fierce rush of revenge and power.
Is this how we are meant to be?
Tyrants of the world, embittered in lunacy.
The Tyrant
How cruel is love:
That it might entice a statue ,
Then forsake it when it move.
That it might crown a man Emperor,
Then banish him from his kingdom.
That it might deliver a man from the gallows,
Only to have him murdered by its own hand.
Oy vey, Of all the tyrants known to man,
There is none crueller then unrequited love.
Long ago in days of Glory
there was a Man who lived a Story
Our nation strong he did make
a True Patriot- not like the Fake
Father of our Nation was good old George
Man of Character he waged a good War
From Country's Foes he secured the Land
our Freedom won from Tyrants Hand
the Contrast is Stark - his deeds well known
He sold our Country for his Crown.
Tithing untested talents to tyrants;
Heaving hearts and minds in Humpty dumpsters
With vibrant energy and emotional overload,
As sensible as armadillos playing on a road,
To forge a Nirvana from breathless life.
Maunder not over permanent silence:
So, what are a few children, more or less?
Let not debate impede virtue’s progress:
Free speech is Utopia's enema!
The honest lips no lies do tell,
Nor independent ones deceive,
But tyrants' smiles conceal Hell,
Their words are fakeries.
The honest hands no taxes lay,
No properties defile,
But tyrants' hands take all away
While lips play out a smile.
The honest mind to life is true,
Depends on self alone;
But tyrants' have men's health in view---
To stone and stone and stone.
Rustling pages welcome me
Into a world of fantasy
Magic Rings
and Sleeping Kings
Dwell within enchantedly
Dragon Hoards and a Wishing Star
Are open doors to Near and Far
Friendly Giants
Evil Tyrants
And giant pits of Steaming Tar
I say goodbye with a Dancing Elf
Its time I go back on the Shelf
Remember Me
And Here I'll be
Sitting here by myself
BULLIES
have big problems
understanding others
feeling so inferior themselves
they feed their ego by stealing other’s
self-esteem in damaging ways
no one respects tyrants
so, thumbs down on
BULLIES!
THIRD PLACE WINNER
Written July 16, 2022
for “Radical Rictameter” Poetry Contest
sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
[syllables checked by HMS]