Stamp Out Poems | Examples

Watch Out for Hate

Hate will always stamp out peace.
right along with joy and life .
Hate is an ugly tormentor of the hearts
of humankind.
All it can do is spew out anger 
and violence
and catastrophe,
filling the cup to the brim,
with bitterness.

Today
we can seek out hate,
the hate in our own hearts.
We can call it out,
look at it with wise eyes
rebuke it,
do one kind thing
for the object of our hate.
It is our only hope.
The world cannot
survive, my friend,
if hate exterminates
love.

Hate

my boots will stamp out your light
crushing your throat
to steal your final, gasping, breath
beating you till i hear bones crack and snap
while blood pours out your eyes 
like crimson tears
you beg for death, you beg for release
i shall oblige and hasten your demise
reaching into your chest
tearing out your heart
devouring it with its final beats
i will break your body
i will break you bones
i will take your soul as my own
my ties are neither to heaven nor hell
i am my own evil
breaking your fragile skull
like an egg and crushing it so 
it splatters your brains
i will break your body
i will break you bones
i will take your soul as my own
you will beg for mercy
you will beg for death
i will send you to hell
give the devil my best

Stamp Out Bullying

Get them in the schoolyard
kick'em in the pants
force them to listen to
your insufferable rants

Make them sit in silence
loudly make it clear
any one who TALKS to them
will soon be sittin' there.

Tell them they'll be punished
until THEY act as WE
constantly remind them
that KINDNESS IS THE KEY.

John G. Lawless
10/16/2020

Without Consequence

A bug crawls my floor
              Going about it’s business 
                  I stamp out his life
     
        By
        David Kavanagh

I Don'T Love You

I do not love you and I never will 
Your face and lines read like a book from hell
You stamp out the light from the stars above
And proceed to consume the souls of love
I refuse to concede to all your whims
By grace I escaped in the knick of time

Me and My Shadow

A shadow’s bean juts out over the shore
One that I have not seen before
Enlarged beyond my own
No color, no tone. 

I’ve been this way for many a time
Was young then and in my prime,
I have not seen it until now
Missed it, but how?

No streaks from the sky could be this
It troubles me but how could I miss, 
It was not from a dream
My reality seems so extreme

Tried to imagine intergalactic arrival
Would life here end without survival?
What if there becomes annihilation
This would stamp out all such creation. 

If I am this shadow I would be the same
Only thing is, whence did it came
Comparing my motions as I walk
It straddles me and doesn’t talk.

I know shadows occur but not like that
I had ones that were smaller and younger in fact,
It didn’t shimmy to or from
Gives me the chills, just can’t get warm.

I noted some changes in shape and trim
It looked at me in sort of a grin,
Tapped me on my left shoulder
“I am you, we are now much older”.

Will of Fire

The storm was sudden and swift
Though it caught me unawares
I didn’t mind or fight the drift
Nor was I conscious of my tears

The cold water burned all around
As my naked skin endured the pain
My body floats as my heart hit the ground
Realising loving you was all in vain

Though I’ve been here many times
I fear, this time, I might not survive
Death’s chants and nursery rhymes
Stamp out my fire’s will to thrive

My flames have been taken by a bocian
My will of fire is no more
It remains buried deep in the ocean
Along with my heart riddled with sores

What Is a Poem

What is a poem if not a song
 Just add the melody 
 And sing along

 What is a poem if not a dance
 Gliding across the page
 with moves to enchant

 What is a poem if not a rose
 as words bring it to bloom
 in sweet repose

 What is a poem if not a butterfly
 fluttering of the page
 and up to the sky!
  Joseph May
                 
 What is a poem but a caring letter
 Sending love and advice
 To make you feel better
          Judy Ball

 What is a poem if not a flower
   Beautiful blossoms 
 Climb cerebral bowers
       Daniel Turner

 What is a poem, if not life
  So much emotion
 To stamp out worldly strife
        Harry Horsman

 What is a poem if not a word
   Within words, singing
     images unheard
        Darren White

 What is a poem if not a rainbow
        Adding many colors
      That leaves a glow
         Alexis Y.

 
 What is a poem, if not a voice of expression 
      many thoughts expressed, 
           in so few lines 
            Jeremy Smith 
  
 

 *If you wish to add to this poem, I will add it with your name.
 three lines, start with what is a poem.

Knight Might

True Knight
Could you support the Underdog ,
Could you take the poor mans' part,
Knight Errant could you fight Magog,
Rip out his Demons heart,
and when the wrong of Evil done, 
You see the Devils' part,
to give your life to overcome,
be Valiant cleave the path...Don

We the persecuted poor want equality with the Evil rich.
We can have equality without Communism or any other ism.
The Evil Demon Greed is overpowering and the Lying Propaganda pre-veils:the Truth:}
We have a media like Facebook to reach everyone, and give each person the vote of how it 
“will be”    Furthering THE Political Correctness foisted upon us we should insist on Equality of Pesos'  for all on the Planet. Not Dollars but world bank credits.
This obtainable Utopia needs funding “without the need for greed to be rich ethics.”
Advertising is needed to get Utopia, rolling,

 remove the Evil greed,
 stamp out the evil seed,
remove the shoddy lust, 
Give power to the Just,
the rich will be Non-plused,
A better day, God-Speed,
In the One God yes we trust....

Villanelle: the Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 20

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 20

To what extent violent thoughts can be crimes
Is there one person who’s not guilty by thought
The Real in the Apparent see you rhymes

With what reason Raskolnikov murder rhymes
Does Nietsche see in him the greatness of thought
To what extent violent thoughts can be crimes

Can the rogue State justify wanton war crimes
Nor the Police non-citizen rights stamp out
The Real in the Apparent see you rhymes

Who tolls the church bells controls also the chimes
He who can think must also control the thought
To what extent violent thoughts can be crimes

Wanton acts of violence breed in all climes
Kubla Khan repeats the way Ghengis Khan fought
The Real in the Apparent see you rhymes

Does not Death commit unjust ultimate crimes
Who returns from the au-dela knows true nought
To what extent violent thoughts can be crimes
The Real in the Apparent see you rhymes

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015

Break Free

Alone in the hallway where time stands still
She serves out her sentence against free will
Brilliance shimmers under torn papal masks
Submitting to servitude and mundane tasks

She listens as the trapped butterfly pleas
Wishing to break out, waiting to be free
Pining to spread it's painted wings and fly
To float on light breezes 'cross bluish skies 

To be the butterfly bouncing about
through beamish fields of daisies she sings out
Flittering and fluttering she is in love
Soaking up the rays from the sun up above

Break free from the mask, let your bright beauty shine
Stamp out life's fears, leave all your demons behind

If Only

Themselves they waged war against
Placing a rift between themselves
Their fingers they consider as meat
To see their blood is their life's love.

Apart themselves they tore
Assuming positions so parallel
Amongst themselves they war
Out themselves they are determined to level.

They war on the trail
The trail of the line
The line that stood between them
And introduce the language 'mine'.

Larger than them is its stem
The flame they ignited soon overwhelmed them
It burned and burned
They stood pruned, consumed.

Their bud blossom
Into flowers they grow
They try to poison the xylem
So the tracks by action they shall never blow...

...If only we can wave them aside
And beside them bury their hatred's seed
We shall no longer suffer for what we know not
And rife we'll stamp out.

The Awakening

The Awakening


Conscious people of the world
Let the banner of peace be unfurled
Pick up your sickle and seeds of corn
This is the time for nations to be reborn

Let us stamp out sickness, disease and hunger
There need not be the pain of war and death any longer
This planet can take care of us all
Rise to the occasion and stand tall

And the nations fill with poverty
Can all be helped, oh what a travesty!
That some engulfed in such greed and power,
While some, so poor, have no means to take a shower

Lift up your arms in compassion and love
And the Spirit will awaken and rain down from above
Thus the waters will cleanse the land
As the Universe sends love, and touch us with his mighty hand

This war that is about to start
Will cause a lot of problems from this Earth to depart
As all fight against poverty, hunger, homelessness and unrest
And the soul awaken from distress

So the third eye awaken
And the people arise from their anger, pain and disdain
The children of the world will be shaken
To realize the ancient, hidden secrets and great wisdom to regain

William Morrissey2/8/07

The Boundary of Existence

Deal us a pack of cards, and we'll build a house 
Leave us a legacy and we'll make ruins.

I stand upon the soul of my body
To stamp out even the dying spark ,
Retailing my love of beauty,
And buying more passion for pain...
Like the sparrow caught in a crevice-
The claw that holds it from falling
Is the one that's tearing away at its life.

Searching new pictures to define a new abrasion-
The love that refuses to loathe,
Festers to contain a mindless universe
In a burning, scalding, oozing wound-
The epicenter of sensation 
And the boundary of existence.

Skin Colour

Colour me,yellow,white,black, or red,dont
discriminate me,
For my blood is same like yours!
Just do enough to stamp out,
racism,intolerance and xenophobia.
Respect all nationalities,religious backgrounds,
sexual orientation and ethnic origins.
None of us chose their skin colour,
we found skin colours on us.
They were given to us by the Almighty,
why judging me because of my skin colour;
No one is good or bad on the basis of skin colour.

chipepo lwele

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