Short Viciousness Poems
Short Viciousness Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Viciousness by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Viciousness by length and keyword.
gorgeous desert rose
issuing poisonous sap
a sweet succulent
I love you so much
adoring your viciousness
danger to children
like a blowfish
you could harm my pets also
I wave goodbye now
All bad characteristics draw eventually from,
Growing habits inside jealousy killing love.
Merely not one person’s quirks realizing sorrows,
Taking unbelievable viciousness,
We Xerox years zealously.
Under the skin, it lurks -
Ungodly, ungrateful,
Unjust, and raring to
Unleash viciousness with
Unconscionable acts.
Utterly devoid of
Understanding, it reeks!
April 30, 2021
for Kim Merryman's Pleiades U Poetry Contest
Swirling and twirling,
reasoned as beasoned.
King of viciousness
Hence this example.
Longing the castle.
Defending and crushing insults
Head2Head destruction
Stamping on your deformed heads.
I will destroy your eyes
Dark like the backside.
Don't come to me
You're over.
I control it.
I am not a communist, nor a capitalist
I am a biologist and humanist
I am happy with all animals
and all humans with no viciousness
I love the leaders who treat the people with respect and dignity
and hate those who only love money and votes
no matter his name is Xi or Trump.
--if-is--
won learnedness
in an empty, lit
cloud
is named god.
Good, namely
in clouded, lit
emptyness,
is learned
Victory!
..if.is..
if winning is a supremely
physical set,
if set physicality is a supremely
won "if",
then Victory
visceral
viciousness of god
wip
wit
pit
giv'
Victory!
Mirror Universe
In the ethereal cosmos of your subconsciousness
Is the mirror universe
Of the symptoms of your stagnate mind
That you thought you left behind
A systematic reality in reverse
Of the astral plane
A seer whispers with suspicious viciousness
As you hold high your spear
In the crimson maw of Fenrir
Ending his eons of definitive reign
(Unfinished)
A warped perception created by the insecurities of society. Not motivated by nature or intuition, but of layering. Years of negativity, discouragement and unawareness adding grit to the already hazy lens. Deep into suffering, but the end; in no sight. Let the end be dimness, and the light be the start. The viciousness of a cycle; the circle uniting nature and man. I, who speaks, but a gesture from divine.
The abuse and the anguish
The beatings, the bruises
Hide it away
Bury it deep
The hatred, the horror
The heartbreak, the hurt
Hide it away
Bury it deep
The screams and the shouts
The sorrow, the blame
The scratches, the scars
The sin and the shame
The taunts and the threats
The trauma, the tears
The violence, the viciousness
The wailing, the wickedness
Hide it away
Bury it deep
anger, betrayal, confusion, how i feel, life, spoken word
BITE YOUR TONGUE ©
Tongues march forth in a wicked line---
From harvests of viciousness potent as wine….
Their stories can escalate to a viper’s bite!
Victims do retaliate in a set manner of ‘like’---
If not taught understanding and shame….
They will ‘too’ also walk bent and lame.
Bite one’s tongue a fore it splits---
And the eavesdropper is made ‘deaf’ to all words!
This noiseless nightfall, the penumbra of this desultory night,
Muted, hushed without your sonorous lies.
Silent without your cynical jealousy, your vindictive desire;
The halcyon comfort of your assured wickedness.
This soft daybreak, filled with crepuscular fog,
Quiet without you somehow, without your cruelty.
Your visceral viciousness and deception and malice,
Your opulent sin, malevolent intents,
Trickery and illusions, almost exuberant sin.
I hear no evil this night.
You cannot exist unless you have a gun
This is the Midwest
You might want to kill a deer
Or an enemy
Or an enemy’s kin
Or an annoying grouse
Get your gun
Let’s practice shooting
We can shoot out windows
Or doors
Or people’s cars
This is the Midwest, we will be forgiven
Everyone has a gun
We all wanted to be sheriffs back in the day
No one will worry or call us thugs
We will be “good old boys”
Petted and loved,
Admired for our viciousness
There is a squirrel
Kill that.