Short Venom Poems
Short Venom Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Venom by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Venom by length and keyword.
zealous
jealous
faceless
baseless
spite incites the zealous jealous breeds
vomiting from faceless baseless creeds.
1/24/2018
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poisonous gossip
rattles from coiled lips... venom
with no antidote
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10/26/2018
Everything gold
Venom offers Venus apple
Adam can't refuse.
(January 14, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved,
J-eopardy's
O-utbreak
L-ets
I-nfection
N-astily
A-ttacks
A-s
L-ethal
V-enom
A-pplies
R-abidness'
E-pidemic
Z-one
Topic: Birthday of Jolina T. Alvarez (April 17)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
intricate segments
elegant tiles arching to
wicked amber thorn
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A disastrous sunflower,
Poe is hour after hour
now studied the way a murder is
by Alfred Hitchcock or Sherlock Holmes
long-lived even in death,
he suffers in hell
through our eyes on the page
and our ears thereafter.
When rage grips over me
Blood spouts to my head
Veins throb and pulsate with anger
My body trembles with fury
I am a stranger to myself
The demons take over me
My taipan tongue spits venom
That very few can tolerate
vacillating desires
vicissitude of thought
vintage but valueless
venting ego urges
vice vibes that vilify
vitiating our soul
volte-face yet we remain
05-May-2021
Pleiades V poetry contest
Sponsor: Kim Merryman
7 lines @ 6 syllables each
My hands have gone rigid, feel like lead
Ok! I’ll type with my feet instead
Now they don’t work, just went numb
Ok! I’ll press buttons, with my tongue
Can you imagine, things being so hard
Bitten by snakes, yet unemotionally scarred
By David Kavanagh
Behind Those Eyes
What’s behind those dark brown eyes?
A scheming mind, a selfish streak
Blaming others, with blatant lies
Words of scorn crammed in cheek
Emptied on a victim when confronted
Defensive beyond any other I’ve known
Dismissive, emphatic, if cover blown.
David Cox 13/09/23
She is the virus that makes my blood boils
a shadow that races my path every were i go
the sweet burning desire that stirs my emotions
a venom that controls my veins.
she never bits my conscience
a spirit that keeps my soul alive
she is my pleasure,
the ring that beautifies my hands
a soothsayer who direct my future
the venom of my love.
Sitting in a void
Staring at vacant walls,
Imagining its myriad colors,
Reminiscing about the binding brilliance in life
Ah, the heart!
Such a terrible foe.
Futile perceptions of the past...
Mercilessly, all the vociferates are ignored.
The venom inoculated with such lethal fangs
I will have to bleed a river for it to find my existentialism.
I forgive you
all the pain caused
I know it's not your fault
all the bitter words you've said
the pain you've carried
your bitter heart frozen
day after day
a dark cloud over head
old hurt and
deep sadness
has brought
poison to your speech
the last of light gone
now darkness rules,
I can't see it,
I can't hear it,
but i can feel
the acid as it drips from your tongue
human venom
words got venom
it could kill
a soul
with no weapon
aggressive words
run through the lips
of the intimidator
he or she don't care
anymore
what they say
at this moment
cos angry has taken
over the good
in them
so through our words
when we are angry and
uncontrollably
then our words
are nothing but changed
to nothing else but the
human venom
You the vitriol acid in my veins
the forbidden steroid wasting my heart
you the demon tantalizing my soul
You are my mortal sin.
You the inflammatory infection on my skin
the chaotic dark angel corrupting my peace
you the lord exploiting this worshiper
you are my confound defeat.
You the saccharine addiction
the indestructible weakness
you the worse kind of right
you are my darkest light.
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the covid-19 is perching
hither to thither
branch to branches
in the surviving breaths of human!
for the rescue
from the poor deaths
the human timid mind
worried to have vaccine
but yet to have it
hungry mind
passionately dies
poor death
no way
without waiting
into the venom of innovation
world will be alive long
this mind into the jaw of weevils
thru unknown assassin mills
18.10.2020 Chattogram
I can taste the venom on my tongue
Poised to strike but forced to choke on poison
To be a better person
It’s warm and bitter but I can taste my destiny
And I’m thankful it’s sweeter than honey
With each toxic dose the old me dies
My days look brighter and Heaven is a little closer
You’re provoking me
Threatening my territory and refusing to leave
I’m trying to let you walk away unscathed
But if you want me to bite I will bite
Love is poison to my soul
Trickling through my veins
Immobilizing me
My soul chained
To my heart's desire
Until I am no longer myself
Turning into a mere extension of them
My mind consumed
By thoughts about my love
My emotions on the edge
Bathing in a soothing bath of euphoria
When my warden is sweet
But, loosing control
When his sweetness turns sour
Trapped in a perpetual
State of hysteria
That suffocates me
Stuns and brights like lights
Smile fills his mouth like
The rain does in the sky.
He stretches out his hand
To hook dearly to my mind;
Posing like a sheep but with
the heart of a wolf. He
Lives in my world
To aid my wars; and a
whale he is that usually
swallows his wards.
I die at every shoot of his medium; the
Venom that he feeds to my mouth
In his horrible kingdom.
(c) D.O Ismail
Ecstasy of toxic venom
Do not live among these men,
Do not turn my fun in demon
of pale days. I don't know when
All be gone, and cold of being
squeezes tightly frail core,
All your life and youth and dreaming
are just joke and nothing more.
Please, beware of breathing roses,
Do not touch their bush. It seems
All is wasted, my love poses
nothing like unreal dreams.
1912-1913
P.S. This is my translation of poem by Sergey Yesenin
I kiss his soft lips
Inhale his scent
As I take another breath
Within his venom I went
His arms wrapped securely
Around my limp frame
He looked deep into my eyes
With spears and flames
With such compassion
Extreme grace
He stabbed my heart
With each touch to his face
My lungs expanded
With poison from his exhale
He never said a word
Just confiscated what was frail
Death is not was he seeks
Just to wound his prey
Beware of the venom
A kiss of death may be on it's way