Venoms Poems | Examples

Scare the snakes out

All rabbits chased out of their holes,
Snakes now make their burrows their own:
Their venom, their flight it controls.
All rabbits chased out of their holes.
How to scare out the snakes, their goals?
The snakes not worried, as they moan.
All rabbits chased out of their holes,
Snakes now make their burrows their homes.

A Poem for Angitia

A POEM FOR ANGITIA: 
a paraphrased of Silius Italicus (c26-191 CE)
 
Angitia the Daughter of Eeta the Sun
And the Sea-nymph Persa 
Was first to use herbs
In magic and wellness.
She is Mistress of Venoms.
She murmurs by the stream
To draw down the Moon.
By her command the river is held back.
The mountains and the forests become still.

Poisoning

Poisoning Definition
Damage to the body due to inhaling,touching,swallowing,
contaminated or toxic food or drink,chemicals,drugs,
venoms or gases etc. 
1.Abrin Poisoning.The common symptoms of abrin toxicity 
include nausea,vomiting,and diarrhea..
2.Cerberin Poisoning.Cerberin,reversibly inhibits the sodium–potassium adenosine triphosphatase(Na–K–ATPase)exchanger in myocardial cells 
causing disruption in cardiac electrical activity and ultimately death..

It's Okay

'Crying is a sign of weakness' 
was said by many , 
though the reason why people cry 
wasn't inferred by any .. 
vapours and vapours on my glasses
 all along ,
people laughing under the masks
and birds chirping a sad song ..
Tis salty water , not always contain pain 
sometimes holds anger , someone's loss or maybe gain .
All AREN'T demons , some are humans too 
some are real , some can be fake
some being venoms , some for your sake 
it's OKAY to cry you deserve to be understood 
it's okay to have emotions sometimes, 
unlike a log of wood ..

Politician Vs Statesman

Not to feel empty
one must constantly feed
the savage pangs of power – 

It is a hunger insatiable...

whose members, a soulless tribe,
lacing their opposing arrows
with venoms of fear, envy
and false claims of racism – 

no true emotional investment
in their themes, – simply rhetoric,
designed to sickly take-down and 
not healthfully propagate – the only 
count mattering to them are the 
tallies: how much and how
many, the sum of each manically
crafted victory...while losing 
more ground of self,
hand in hand 
with the Devil
of the day....

Sylvia Plattitudes

Lying in my bed, I gazed at the ceiling.
A star's advice ran through my head:
Don't let other people define you,
You know yourself, no one else does.

Lying flat on my stomach, I felt my feelings.
Accustomed to the white noise of the dusty AC.
Zealot to my own daydreaming, I lie to me. 
Awake, but only that. I wait for a savior.
Redemption for my complaints, I speak in venoms;
Ushering friends to a land of red tears.
Styx and the Rolling Stones, the carry-on Charon.

Average temperatures are 90 degrees Fahrenheit;
When can I cease drinking air, like warm milk?
All around my ceremonial bed: cats and guts.
Kryptonite had the best of me and my
Eulogies are sung by my dusty AC.
Salvation brought by the alarm clock: just five more minutes.

Capital Adventure

Cheers in the Cali capital without capital
A year began in the pits of a fool – total!
Paid the taxman to pursue an old dream 
Into a 3rd world I tossed seeds to cream...

The rain poured as death took an adored
Alas uncle, twas haste that left me gored!
Life grew in humid brew as Covid stewed…
And a harvest success went isolated blue!

Deeper than the lily pond I dug the fathoms
Viewed the past, to taste real bitter venoms
Endured more than needed; a dimmed sight
Notes of the misadventure flew on the flight...

Touched down mid-July, with a searing relief
Under smoky skies a work boom eased grief

Rest came with loans paid, before November
Ended a year thankful for good remembered!

(1/1/21: To hell and back in a year – goodbye 2020)

I Wish I Were a Bird

I woke up this morning
with birds: seemed like fighting,
I could imagine the worms
minced and melted in their nebs.

Their living is superb,
they can fly, they can touch the sky
and dive to catch
the tiny mantes and flies.

This wonderful world
is full of complexity
the goal of life can kill,
the body and soul
are sold to evil because of cupidity.

Lick and suck to ty people,
until they lose their integrity,
their trait and faith fade
all turmoils emerge.

One day they'll wake up,
on the platform full
of venoms, values are gone
their pith is in ill.

They can't change
and cure their lifestyle
due to the ruthless
in their blindfolded eyes.

I wish I were just a bird
that could freely reach
the rainbow,
without seeing
those hazardous beings
that could stop my breathing.

Woe-Man

Halt! Halt! Give em your hand but not your hearts
For when they hover around you, 
You are an imminent carcass. 
These vipers of Eden unrelenting, carry about their venoms 
Fluttering and flapping with the disposition of a butterfly 
And a grasshopper combined.
The sight of her should trigger an "alarum" bell in every wise man. 

With the juice supped, they flitter away
Seeking other juicy flowers in the circle of moral doom 
Like bubonic plague, spreading devastating virus 
Like the physician ampoule, ready on your skin to pour.
They waste your time, 
Waste your money 
Sapp your energy 
Leaving you with unforgettable miseries 
 Be not down on a chauvinistic egotism in her environment 
For another trial, may certify your demise

Las Vegas

City of illusion
Colourfully lit alleys, gaming joints
Millionaires, millionaires in waiting 
Chattering, dining away
Divulging beautiful illumination
Of a paradise on earth
Devoid of stress and bottlenecks 
Somewhere beneath the winning and dining
Lay the tempting blackjacks, wheels of fortune
And mesmerizing angels of death
Whose venoms are more deadly
Than those of a mamba.

A Brave Man Venoms

A brave mans venom
freedom fighters got 
venom 

cos their words 
never contradict
their personality

everyone got a 
reason on earth 
despite we are same 
humans

yet humans are problem 
of themselves

we are the originators
of every issues 
we suffer 

their is no same 
agreement in the world 
our mentalities proves 
this 

our royalty remains
our deformity

our ignorance 
still close us to 
our delusion

we are yet to
be come who 
we truly are 

same problem 
ever were 

no wonder
the words 
of a freedom fighter
is a venom to it 
oppressor

even when they don't 
care

Status Quo

Lone traveller in a danger zone
Blades slashes in a place she calls home
Fixing scars oppressing her thin skin
Stretching arms for a spark to fit in

With a frail shield she walks her way
Lids  begging tears to stay away 
‘Nay’ they say rolling down for a kiss
Weak, tired and and in search of a bliss

Stingers, venoms, and claws cast on her
Tall she stood for them to deter
Above she looks for her north star 
She could not reach for it was too far

Something Most People Sees As Ugly But Which I See As Beautiful

Your eyes that  foretells danger,
soulful charisma that boils my blood stream.
your walk on the valley of darkness.
way you are talked about, but unaware.

your really bad lip kiss, that's perfect for my life.
it mesmerising and captivating simultaneously.
it hazardous but prodigious spontaneously.
I shall die upon your set boundaries. 
those you set when you  gaze with that stare.

exposing my flesh to venoms,
my eyes to pythons,
and soul to evil,
all nothing compare to your beautiful terror.
I have wonder why it feels good to fall for error.

exploring this love feels like the grass beneath our bare feet.
like blood circulating  through veins,
whilst tasteful bitterness designing our  pains.
and a blind directing our ways.


I rather fall sleep on the back seat of the moving car.
than hit the wheel to direction that will lead to burning scar.
she's soul mate,  if I betray her I die.
my soul mate, I lose her  if I lie.

Till the End of Times

I have played drums
I have played Premier England
Right here in our land
I have played Tamar Drums
I have played talking drums
I have played conga
Yes I have played drums
With every drums come different feelings
The feelings that can only be explained in the spiritual realm 
Yes I have used drumsticks 
And of course I have broken drum sticks
No matter how expensive 
Tovaste, Nova, Premier England
Yes I have used and dump drumsticks 
And of course I have torn venoms 
But then, I still remain a drummer
A drummer with passion

Like wise I have fallen in love
I have aimlessly been to the city of love
But I have fallen every time for the wrong person
Until I fell for you
And your love seems sweeter 
Sweeter and better
Much more better than even Bver
Not complicated like Alpha Beta
Or tiring like SOH CAH TOA
But unlike drums
I want to be with you
And only you
I don't want to use and dump you
I don't want to tear your venom 
Maybe not yet
I don't want to loose you
I don't want to break your heart 
All I want to do is to love you
Love you passionately
Till the end of times

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Poetry Has Many Stories To Tell

It tells of a borrowed joy counted in scores,
A night without love but embraces many
A canopied broken heart by the seaside' insanity
It tells of words championed by a fearless faith.


Poetry has many stories to tell more than
My grandfather's watery unpalatable mouth
It harbours a shrine of tales to tell of heroes 
Many dread her root of folklore and fables.


Her mouth is the shelter to many iconic gems 
Once watered with a branded gin of history
The soup of yesterday will teste sweeter today
She sag down a mountianous boredom of fear.


Her myths soaked like linen of perspiring soul
She tells of love and hatred, dreams and hope;
Life and death, sin and righteousness before gods 
She reveal memories of cemented tricks.


Poetry has many stories to tell to the eyes
It all depends on how you tell the story 
Double bladed by the muse of your creativity
And cursed by the venoms of her words.


(C) John Chizoba Vincent
       Voice Of Vincent 2016

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