Short Wickedness Poems
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Lord, dear heavenly father
relieve me whenever possible
from wickedness of the righteous
and the goodness of maleficent
Wicked man suffers
more from his own wickedness
than the ones who suffer from his
wickedness.
Tears
Falling
Angels cry
Forlong behold
Human wickedness
Perceiving good
In gold hearts
Induce
Smile
5-2-2016
Nothing is quite as alarming as white.
It gives an illusion of purity
when it sinisterly scorched away sight.
Leaves existence lost in obscurity.
Be an angel: They are so cute
And totally sinless to boot
Anything but like a devil
Spreading wickedness and evil
Please then let that compute!
Short and easy wickedness' road may be for those who virtue in their hearts don't harbor!
(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
02 August 2016
Darkness
wickedness, terror
tempting, frightening, hating
enemy, hell, Jesus, Heaven
healing, loving, saving
goodness, peace
Light
After the Flood
When wickedness thrives,
God devises solutions.
Righteousness restarts.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
March 14, 2010
Poetic form: Senryu
I-t
R-emains
I-nside the
N-ice heart and mind,
E-vading the wickedness so unkind.
Topic: Birthday of Irine Felix (April 12)
Form: Acrostic Tetractys
as fire would consume one's home
so
wickedness shall ravage one's soul
© Demetrios Trifiatis
19 APRIL 2020
As shades lengthen, while shoots up
The last, most intense of
Day's luminous image
So does wickedness increase
With all of its fury
At the end of an age.
Oh, good morning faceless man
It's going to be another summer
Let's think of a way to get along
I'm pursuing your wickedness
I want to play
Peace ??
There once was a fellow called Nicolas
Was famous for his extreme wickedness
He push down old ladies
Made faces at babies
And committed these acts with much cheerfulness
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're wading through
a storm:
hate
wickedness
It straps on a bomb
It wields a knife
it knows no
race or colour
and still London
rises
my city of colours
my city of friendship
It was all upon you. Its all but you:
the brokenness, the wickedness,
the wilderness.
Sixteen seasons.
Obsolete for mere reasons,
taught a boy valuable lessons.
The scorpion and the frog:
its me but you.
There once was a fellow called Nicolas
Was famous for his extreme wickedness
He push down old ladies
Made faces at babies
And committed these acts with much cheerfulness
© Jack Ellison 2015
My View
Haiku: by Tom
December 20, 2020
Media reports,
about wickedness, not hope;
but, that is what sells.
“You have not converted a man
because you have silenced him.”
John Morley
Valley of despair,
eager, burns eternal flames,
delivering souls.
Loathsome lake of fire,
choking forth ash and sulfur,
swallowing the damned.
Cursed, unholy ground,
biblical euphemism,
forge of wickedness.
Heaven
Glorious beautiful
Experience everlasting joys
Jesus permeate every corner
Everlasting burning punishment
Weeping in gnashing
Wickedness dwells
Hades
03/26/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
What you sow
You will reap
You sow anger
You reap anger
You sow lies
You reap lies
You sow wickedness
You reap wickedness
We are the gardeners of our life
Our choices affect our entire life
If we want our garden to reap well
Let us sow wisdom
Form:
Faith in practice, loving thy neighbor
Aches and pains, suffering, sorrows
Ignoble citizens wanted to curse
Righteousness, let the wickedness loose
Not so fast
Every Adam must come to a crossroads
Suspended sentence for believers
Shipshape smiles in court of heaven
What wickedness is this for a start?
Families fleeing, torn apart
Bombing and violence everywhere
People tortured while othere live in Fear
Children crying
Many Dying
This harsh reality affects every citizen caught up in war
What other atrocities must people endure?
With so much light
We were drenched in darkness
Reaching out to grab
The bits and brittle
Of wasted zeal
and fallen quests
We cringe in awe
Slashed and diced
into a hollow being
We marvelled
and we winked
As the cloud
ravage the only light
With a blacken darkness
Bloodthirstiness of ink's wickedness,
ruthlessly dripped upon parchment
blistering an already screeching sun,
no footprints apparently left in sand as
oceans's bluffs turned oases to flatland,
there was no urgency for brutal honesty
aside factually, it unquestionably delivers