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
Suddenly, Sameena smelled something strange.
Distinct Dialogue Delivery
Predictions and possibilities
Block based basics
Values and voices
Virtues and vices
Welcome to my own neon keyboard on lowkey lonely life,
Where I face all of my own spiritual, financial crises,
I'm often left in a crisis trying to overcome vices.
I'm yours, flesh and bone
I surrender all to you
My walls dismantled
My untold secrets laid bare
All my virtues and vices
Date written and posted: 04/14/2019
Always be calm during external fears growing, haunting inside.
Just keep living. Miracles nourish oppression. Pain quietly runs.
Survive the underestimated vices with x-rays you zenith!
Man who is removed from wickedness
leads a renewed and upright life.
He stays away from vices
and life's evil pleasures.
He does not allow
others to drive
him to do
sinful
acts.
We all want to live a descent life
Wealth is a necessary evil
Wealth has got company
Vices follow the trail...and savage qualities
Humanity takes the regressive way
02.08.2016
On the train, heads down
On the street, heads down
In the store, heads down
At the gym, heads down
Mobile devices
The new human vices
Not newly arisen
But now an E PRISON
Every human being a is bill board
On each on the roadside of life
Devils advertise vices attractively
Angels teach virtues with humility
Skeptics deny everything outright
God records responses quietly
119
So in speaking
With you I’ve found
That you’re so blessed
Blessed with a good
Family and some friends
You make good money
And got no vices
And I can’t help thinking
How your life
Is utterly
Boring
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 my eyes
Dionysus watches neon signs shift
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.
A
Bird
Cartwheeling
Diligently,
Ever
Frightfully
Gaining
Height
In
Jumbled
Knightly
Loops,
Moaning
Never
Once,
Perhaps
Queenly
Reigned
Sky
Took
Unnecessary
Vices
Wherever
Xiang
Yankee
Zaps.
06/09/2020
I hate vices;
Temptations,
Lies,
Hatred,
And Darkness.
But now these are my vices;
I succumb to the Temptations.
I eat and throw up Lies.
I am fueled by these Hatred.
I am now one with the Darkness inside.
Does that mean I hate myself?
In the arena of vices the man of virtue fell
an intrepid gladiator with God's sword in hand
ready to die was he for all of evil to expel
gallantly fought till evilness had left the land!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
17 January 2018
Creature claw marks crisscrossing,
Reminders on your skin
A post-it timeline
Of fear and then
You climb the grapevine
To your vices, apprehend
It all entices again
This prophecy,
Of the knife and me,
Feels like it's gonna be
As pure as milk and honey
Vices guide in the pursuance of placement -
We want to need.
Aligned behind no sense of rhyme or reason;
False purpose leads.
Spending loaned moments on dire explanations -
Charge it to the dream.
Remember that day your spirit was broken?
Together we go.
Dying
It was alive for so long
Dwindling in the sunlight
Closed off from civilization
Only to free itself
From kings and vices
I dreaded the day
That your petals would fall
Gracing the ground
Ever so sweetly
The water gone
The earth dry
Your soul crumbled
Form:
If advce is adding voices
Dont add any of your neglected vices
Vices grip you tight
Throw away the pain but leave one
Incapacitorated corporeal punichment your only
Chastisement
To lies concogted In Cauldrin mind
Your poisoned pen
Playing the eteral game in time
The notorious gang
Clearly stated in the news
Is now declared Saint
And a pretty ****
Infamous to everyone
Is now called Mary
This political thug
Who attacked lives' belongings
Is now made the judge
In a time like this
Where vices are made virtues
What's that all about
Don't pity me in the mingle
of a sunshine smeared midnight
where my green-eyed egos
debate the potency
of my virtues and vices.
In the contrasting hue
between mute, fuzzy familars
and sharp, fural forboding
my sanity is safe
from assuming unnatural extremes.
can't stop till I read
every single one of them
why -in-the-world- not?
good, bad, in-between
virtues, vices, and feelings
it all takes me back
youthful nostalgia
library psychiatry
free book catharsis
my inner-school-self
needs literary healing
ongoing escape
Trice
I spell you once
I spell you twice
My soul you've gotten
Spell me trice
Ahead of me
you'll always be
forever
watching over me
I say times once
I say times twice
All my vices
You've gotten trice
Ahead of me
you'll always be
forever
watching over me
Fashioned in enameled vacancy,
the gentry’s veil was pierced
Exposed unclean, all vices seen,
through fury sharp and fierce
The folly of their blasphemy,
whose cover all but blown
With blood to flow from ramparts high
—once driven from the throne
(Dreamsleep: December, 2021)
JACK THE RIP-OFF
cold homicides
from clean quills
vices of knives
sharp sharks
stalk down
Piranha’s
with platitudes
of
predictability
but in your brain
red is the pain
without gain
expressing
reality
in waves
no need to
explain
© Kim van Breda—22 October 2015