Strike Back Poems | Examples

When Tom Understood Jerry

I hated him,
fought with him,
threw words sharp enough to cut.

I called him a psycho,
as if he was
and he—
he just nodded,
as if guilt was his to bear.

He took my beatings,
my storms,
without a single strike back.

And when I broke,
when tears came like floodwater,
he didn’t turn away.
He pulled me close,
patted my hair,
and whispered,

“It’s okay… I will be with you.”

That was the moment,
like Tom understanding Jerry,
we stopped being enemies—
and became something more.

A tale is told of a cruel man

A tale is told of a cruel man
who once cast a stone at a righteous dervish’s head.
The poor man, too meek to strike back,
picked up the stone and kept it close?—?
waiting.

Time passed.
The king, angered by that cruel man’s misdeeds,
cast him into a bottomless, dark pit.
The dervish came to the edge,
aimed?—?
and hurled the same stone down upon him.

The man cried out,
“Who are you, and why strike me now?”
The dervish replied,
“I am the one you struck that day?—?
And this is the very stone you threw.”

“But where were you all this time?”
asked the man.
The dervish smiled:
“I feared your power.
But now, seeing you in a pit instead of a palace?—?
I saw my moment and seized it.”

Radio

I hear him through the speakers.
He wanders in my mind.

What have I done?
I have one broken chance left.
God, help me
Because I can’t see myself anymore.

A subtle whisper,
But not a zephyr.

Crackle, crackle.
“She is watching you.”
“You know she is using you.”
“Strike back.”

He decodes my reality.
The channels crack with vibrant energy.

“Nobody can hear us.”
What do you want from me?
“Just listen.”
God, help me.

He’s figured me out.
Be quiet. He’ll hear you. Don’t shout.

“He’s tuned you out, you see.”
God’ll hear me.
“But I’m here, so don’t worry.”
“Besides, I’m just burning with glee.”

But I signed a contract or two.
You did too, didn’t you?

That’s not the only thing you’re burning.
“What can I say?”
“Just get your hands a little dirty.”
“It’ll be oh so fun!”

Prologue to Springtime

Written: April 22, 2024

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Whimsical whispers of spring wallow,
     Awakening from nature's languid tingle.
          You were maundering to strike back,
            A euphonic kaleidoscope garden bloom.

Switching back won't suffice this time,
      Changing seasons can't be tucked away.
              In the depths of the spring warmth,
                Embedded in the depths of your being.

Whispered by Equinox, an alias I once knew,
    We are in a nexus by a motley thread.                        
          In a world so bright, all else fades away,
                  I'll remain adorned in pristine periwinkle.

Attack

i never thought this day would come
many were there, but now only some
once a friend of many
but this day took plenty
what went through his head this day?
leaving these young children to decay
depriving these kids of a future promised
candle light vigils for all who are missed
this school will never forget this day
it will always be remembered this day
the day the boy made the decision to attack
but no one was able to strike back

Cycles and Phases

Life hits hard, and sometimes you just have to strike back harder
Good things come and go, bad things sting and leave scars
Periods of blessings, followed by phases of curses
And the cycle repeats all over again once more

With the wisdom of the moon, I see that all things in life are phases
The dusk comes, followed by the pending dawn
Forever this cycle repeats, just as the moon never stays full forever
And so is the way of life, cycles and phases, blessings and curses

Until one day when it stops

Strike Back At Terror

His grandfather attacked mine
    to remove him from land that grandpa had bought
  Oozing hatred from deep in his gut
    he'd force grandpa off of land that he sought

  Then his father attacked mine
    with molotov cocktails, homemade bombs
  I asked my father, why not strike back
    my dad was silent, a good answer he lacked

  Now the grandson attacks me, ever more viciously
    Yet the world shrugs it off, doesn't seem to see...
  But when my family's attacked, when I strike back at terror
    ~ Why is it I, the Israeli, who's always in error?!

Stone

The more stones you'd throw on others 
The more chances that they'd come back 
No one is clean it's in the proverbs
It could be you who reaps the wrath 

The echoes of persecution 
Plant the curse of His retribution 
And one day, so swift and hasty 
Will strike back like a raging fury 

So tame your tongue if it does not praise 
Far better to close your lips 
For those who jabber could slip 
And fall hard without a lift 

Use instead your stone 
For others to walk on by 
So that one day when fate is born 
You have someone to lift you high

Friday the Thirteenth

Friday the thirteenth, so the superstitious say,
Is a day for caution, as the worst could happen
Karma is likely to strike back in shades of gray
Friday the thirteenth, so the superstitious say,
Misfortune is likely to happen to you today
It is a splendid idea to carry a good luck token,
Friday the thirteenth, so the superstitious say
Is a day for caution, as the worst could happen.

Written May 13, 2022

The Sith Strike Back

My son was a kid in a room.

Tubs full of Star Wars figures;
Rancor Monster, Squid Head, Yak Face.

Admiral Akbar was a good guy
with a mother somewhere,
a fine woman though a bit of a trout no doubt.
but Snaggletooth with his blaster
was an irredeemable mother er.

Then, from a parallel universe,
Skeletor, Beast Man and Evil-lyn
drop from the outer rim of a boxed universe,
all arriving in a sullen haste to lay the room waste.

Evil-Lyn was hot. We kept her out of the carnage mostly,
but she was bad to the plastic bone.

My son tells me he has visions,
he sees leather-winged daemons.
I lie, tell him that there are no toy figures of those,
so they don’t exist.

On the floor, monsters are on a rampage
He-man is screwing up as usual.
For both of us
our only hope is in Optimus Prime.

Mother Nature Strikes Back

Mother nature decides to strike back
While she is constantly under attack
Greenhouse gases eats at her soul
Now her future is being told
Striking, with an unstable atmosphere 
Hurricanes and tornadoes is what we fear
Wiping out everything in its path
Devastation and destruction shows her wrath
Global warming created from fossil fuel
It's like to people having a duel
Cold air fighting against the heat
It's driving the planet to its peak
Soon she'll say, enough is enough
Things could turn drastic with just one puff
Help us,  to help our planet survive
Mother nature, oh mother nature won't be deprive

Sarah Unleashed

A bevy of censures,
to hit and strike back

Each written reprisal
to ward off attack

A mother-son warning,
once truant come true

Her words now my weapons
—to kill and renew

(Beaupre: February, 2021)

Let Your Soul Shine

          Sharp feelings hurt like a tack.
          So blunt, you may want to strike back.

          Take a deep breath, and say a soft prayer.
          To blatant anger and ego, never to surrender.

          Love your neighbor and practice humility.
          God heals all, and provides a sea of tranquility.

            
   
              
                        1/30/2021
                            ~1~

It's Only Human

When you can't protect your own.
If you fear walking on your streets,
the only streets they let you walk
and you're sick of empty talk -
your view changes of what's fair.
It's only human.

When no other way seems left to take
because you took all those ways before.
Enough is enough, that one can't ignore.
If some are more equal than others,
let them feel the same that you endure.
It's only human.

When children die, all hope is crushed
trapped in that world, no breath to breathe -
admonished if you take a knee.
When you sense your own soul dying,
you'll want to strike back somehow.
It's only human.

In another's shoes see what's real
for hundreds of years - trying, failing,
tried the proper ways to no avail -
frustrated for forever flailing.
That's when anger turns to wailing.
It's only human.

The Stand

Somedays I need a little push
To reach the closing bell 
Owners push to the point of exhaustion 
Creating a workplace of living hell

I am at the point in my life
Where I dont hold back my words
I stick up for my coworkers
Even if I'm labelled as absurd

I've always gone down swinging
So those who push me be aware
I strike back like a venomous cobra
So push me if you dare.

Political correctness is bull
Created for pussies with no spine
I will say what's right regardless
If I cross your precious line

Men used to carry themselves with pride
And stand for what is right
Now they are afraid of hurt feelings
And lose their backbone to fight

You may not like the words I speak
I really dont care how you feel
I wasn't created for your good pleasure
But to have integrity and keep it real

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