Short With Spite Poems

The chalice you drink from
is leaden with spite 
and the poison is eating you up 

Step down from your throne
where you languish alone
and sup from a healthier cup...

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Silhouette shrouded by light
Hologram silting the dark night
Apparition that footsteps blight
Dexterous folds that shield then slight
Outline embellishing mortal flight
Weightless clone brimming with spite...

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I have zero regard
for structure and form
if the words as written work
A poetic outlaw
to ruled acceptance
in search of what may lurk
Critics and enemies
seed the cloud
that overflows with spite 
To rain upon   
my chosen path
— of radical delight

(Bryn Mawr College: January, 2024)
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He's such a kind dog,
that dog of mine,
take away his bone,
he don't mine.

Most dogs would bite,
if I snatched away their bone,
and look at me, with spite,
to snap at you, they are very prone.

My dog just wags his tail,
      licks my face,
as if to tell,
just give me a big embrace.

wrote 6-5-90...

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Here is how I feel
Illustrated in my body’s lack of color
I am empty
And solely wish to appease you
With a crafted caricature
I am bitter
Looking at everyone I see
With spite-filled stares
I am tempted
To defy everything I stand for
Just to make you angry
I am sorry
That I was a better person
When I was with you...

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"Love Might Be a Risk"

If you listen, you will definitely learn
If you ignite it, you just might burn
Can I Love you good this night
Did you muse this write
I don't know
Might
Really slow
The progress in sight
Whether deserved or with spite
Either way we must be very stern
Otherwise, Love will never offer our turn...

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Rise my love and fight,
come back with spite,
avenge me as I avenged you,
I love you to,
but It's time to fight,
and do whats right,
and kill all these fools,
I'll kill these mules,
take there spirits and rip them out,
cut off there heads,
and chop off there arms,
come my love,
and help me kill them,
help them get what they deserve,
here is your destiny!...

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Impaled
On your barbed tongue
    Insults glistening with spite
Against your heart of thorns, bleeding
Mine crying impaled tears
    A nail through our love
Impaled forlornly with cupids’ arrow
Poisoned by cruel words
    A dream promised impaled by abuse


Written:  7-28-2019

Anthony Slausin  Impaled Poetry Contest  n/a

Entered into John Hamilton n/a contest 8-9-19   3rd place...

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Scarecrow

Out of the hand of that ancient man,
the Raven flew to and fro.

Over a devastated land,
washed clean, for new darkness to grow.

That Crow, that black, black Crow,
devouring seed before new life.

That old Crow sees the man on the pole.
That old Crow, flies to and fro with spite.

Nowhere to land, that the man won’t see;
The seed will rise, to fly and dance free!



chrisbunton.blogspot.com...

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The day you were given birth
Your form enveloped all the earth
And there upon you dominated land
Rock, granite, soil and sand

We’d laugh upon a sunny day
And sparkle as the children play
I could softly sigh and relax my feet
Upon those beaches where we’d meet

Yet in your dark moods back as night
Your billows roared and foamed with spite
For now I am married I have given birth
Those were the days we dominated earth...

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Ephemera, a short lived life
of cherished times before the strife 
meandered into detritus
with depth enough to bury thus
beneath the memories with spite.

Photographs torn up by his wife,
the shreds did cut him like a knife,
and nevermore did he discuss
ephemera!

Will his life soon be free from rife,
will he discern a golden fife
to lead him on without a fuss,
down new pathways where he can trust 
treasure in the scraps of his life's
ephemera?
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Why did you come here?
Was it to gloat,was it to stare?
To take glee in the damage you did to me,
how could you do this?
How could you dare?

Now the damage has been done,
last words have been said.
Just get out of my life
and out of my head.

You used your poison,
concocted with spite.
Seeking retaliation,
looking for a fight.

You used me up, ran me down,
left me now quite ill,
but now with yearned for solitude,
become stronger 
and tougher I will....

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Cry is all that I can do
Tears that must be hid from you
Broomsticks slashed across my back
Violence flowing right on track
A pig you say a stupid fool
Cry in my pillow
Cry in my drool
Swollen orbs puffed with pain
Tears to conceal bawl in the rain
You wish that I was never born
Birthed from you and heaven torn
Never seem to do what’s right
Backhanded lessons
Stinging with spite
Away from you
Someday I’ll be led
For now all I do
Is cry in my bed
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Winter in the city
Is a beautiful sight
Though others may
Disagree
With spite
I walk down the road
Breathe in the air
And all around
At the landscape
I stare
A tree all alone
Ducks on a lake
Snow on the ground
Like icing
On cake
The ground underneath
Is muddy and wet
Some dry spots are found
In which
I step
I turn down a street
Pass by a home
Buried under lights
And in the yard
A gnome
Now I'm back at my house
What a wonderful walk
But now it must end
With the turning
Of
A 
Lock...

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