Short Vices Poems
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a warm cup of coffee
the best ointment to waking up grumpy
~ we've all got our vices
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 2nd place 2025
The virtues, sacrificed
By muscling vices,
Lay dying
Across the dusty crusts of Earth.
The sky, once admirably azure,
Now bleeds dark streams of gray
Above the sight of flying vultures
Flapping, circling in wait.
Hear, hear!
I can feel her heart drift
Who knows why she loves me
I hate the smell of Cupid’s grift
She puts her finger to my lips
I taste her brüt silence
Behind bruadaraiche irises
Dionysus watches neon signs shift
VICES
Various types, kinds of
vices are destructive,
very bad. The person’s
views are changed, distorted,
virtues warped, life becomes
vicious cycle and dreams
vanish in the thin air.
5/5/21 Pleiades V Poetry
Kim Merryman
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A jinx I bore halts now,
Rays peep through black clouds.
Trees blossom after a decade barren,
Smell of Gardenia accompanies the breeze.
To bid a final goodbye,
I turned back, the castle now,
A mile away, almost a speck of dust,
In a vast green painting.
To wander in a world as such,
Upheld virtues once and twice.
Though they blow trumpets proud,
Of vices I'm unaware.
Rights and wrongs
Too entangled
A war is fine
Kill for peace
Unable to judge
As virtue just died
Love and hatred
Wrongly blend
Hate to love
Or love to hate
Sums up in hate
Self confused.
Lies and truths
Inseparable pals
Lying to live
Or living to lie
life so absurd
As credibility lost
Logic and myth
Rationale rare
Religion reins men
God an excuse
To suppress men
As evils rule minds
A Man Chained by Vices
He is lost on a long road with no turns.
He doesn't move forward to find,
freedom from his addiction.
He doesn't look back to know
why he is shackled to his vices.
Instead, he sits still wondering when he will be struck by ecstasy again.
Chained to the sidewalk, he waits near the cold road,
helpless like a newborn child that can walk.
He looks up to an unforgiving winter.
Praying salvation wash over him.
Love of hypocrisy
Love of murder
That pushes you into everlasting regrets
Love of jealousy
Love of envy
That brings you down to grass
Love of hatred
Love of backbiting
That destroy man unto his grave
Love of laziness
Love of dishonesty
That makes you beg for crumbles under your mates table
Love of greediness
Love of vices
That will never get you what you want
Love of selfishness
Love of downfall
That will lead to your death
I could be long
I could be short
I could be another line
That didn’t have the time
So all I did was wonder why
You could see me and so I’d feel seen
But I would still look the same
You could know me and so I’d be known
And yet I’d still be what I contain
My heart is open
It holds on to hoping
That you could feel how I feel
Until then my lips will still be sealed
Like a smile
Formed in denial
With no choice, but to wait a while
You feel the quality of your life slowly slipping away
every moment of every hour of every day.
It has gotten to the point where it is way too late
to give up the vices which put you in this most unhealthy state.
Your liver is destroyed, your lungs barely work on their own,
and that annoying pain you once felt has grown and grown.
In this state, bed ridden for years you will lay
and it didn't at all have to ever play out that way,
but you surrendered to your vices, and now you must pay.