Vengeance Poems - Poems about Vengeance

upon a dry and barren wasteland the beasts of this world sit upon their thrones watching as into dust crumble humanities freedom blood-soaked bone they sit fat with corruption ...

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Forever, I lurk within shadowy wings Betraying my friends for the silver it brings Once I was the shepherd, 'n' leading the flock Now I am the warden, 'n' guarding the lock. Those who besmirch me, a'drown in the flood The sweat from your nightmares, sustaining my blood I, the creator of thousand-year rains And I am the master of all that...

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On this faithful day Sudden gunshots everywhere People running scattered It's a dispute in my city Gunshots everyday So many innocent lives were taken unlawfully People dies everyday just like mayflies. Houses were burnt down Leaving many homeless Endangering so many lives Agony everywhere But the killing continues, no seizing of fire Participants giving scores within themselves Scores of...

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Do what you like or want But don't go beyond your limits Don't bite more than you can chew Don't ride on another Because you got the powers God take vengeance, good always prevail. Use what you have To get what you want or need With integrity not dishonesty guileless not cunning Reason before you decide Don't feed your negative...

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Written By: D. Collins 10/30/24 On November 5th, we each will decide. On whom sits in the chair in 2025. Will it be morality coming through in the end? Or uncontrolled rage laced with vengeance? On November 5th, we each will decide. On which standard we choose to live by. A convicted felon with payback on his mind? Or, that thing we...

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In twilight's reach where shadows creep, Death stirs awake from a slumber deep. Shuffling the folds of it’s cloak For the courage to kill, choking life till smoke. Bits of maroon shattered mirror fell, And with it came down the magic of life’s spell. The search for guts led to revisiting death’s long-sealed heart. The film of love by life-giving life to...

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La bruja hechicera, with an impious hex, from the marshlands beneath a foul swampy grave, she indeed summon Pumpkin Head. Rage is how his master wheels revenge; For the harsh reckless fatal end of some young spirit slain. His Abyss fiend ghastly nights of vengeance spreads. 'Tis best, no wise, to kneel in silent prayer. Repent for it's the only tool that might soothe the impinging...

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Hurt to the extent you still bear the torment , arising vile seclusion Living in a world of delusion. Many seasons elapsed and your patience collapsed With the heart of lancer You venture out for an answer. Swinging the sword of freedom You rebirth as a new blossom. Coming out of bubble You are not, easy to cuddle Digging out the buried truth retrieving your...

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Born out of violence and hatred, it burns in the hearts of its fruits. Like the blood of the slaves it is hidden, in the intricate web of its roots. You can write pretty words about freedom, and pretend that equality reigns. But the truth is that poison keeps feeding, on the vengeance which flows through its veins. ...

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When the foul whispers overblow The wind will blow like sickle The glib tongues of the perfect will rip And like rotten papers, they will tear The mouth that raged without reason In pain, will cry a tear And the hateful heart will burn In it's flames, life will drown No amount of saving will...

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Like trees, God's wondrous grace bestows coverings which could transform my foes. Those empty dwellings who do not know His safe shelter when wild storms blow. Grace taught my heart to fear the God whose justice carries one strong rod. When Christ became no mere façade, that same grace calmed my fears, how odd. My enemy, would-be friend, could know hidden joys of...

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The Vessel pt. 1 - A Blighted Vale (pt 2/2) Amongst the dead and dying trees, A Stygian crypt of crumbling stone A doorway opened, not with man-made keys, But forgotten tongue from forgotten tome This ancient ruin with obscured glyphs, Gently brushed clean with calloused tips Whispered words from cracked, parched lips, Spill forth with unhindered ease— Like oft spoken lines from cherished...

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They are telling us we need to be cured. They are telling us they are trying to keep us comfortable. By plastering us with sticky bandages as if we are mummies. They say we are decrepit mummies from a tomb. And we will fall apart without their help. They say we are undead and useless. But a cure is on the...

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How Much Vengeance Is Enough? By Mark D. Stucky How much bloody carnage and rubble is required to atone for sins of a few? How many eyes must be gouged to extract desired justice? If wronged, is exchanging one eye enough? What about two eyes for one? Or ten for one? Is twenty enough? How about a hundred? Such revenge might feel like justice, but it...

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To Kill a Wild Rabbit - FICTION The small winding valley was cold and dank. Nothing stirred as darkness descended quickly. Dusk brought an ominous cloud of evil fog that, like a black shroud, spread itself over the valley. No one ever dared intrude in the mouldy meadows below, despite the wild rabbits that thrived there. None dared, because...

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