Viper Poems | Examples

Desire of Speaking Idioms

I would love to
speak all languages
except  the one of the vipers...!

Viper

V ax
I njured
P ersons
E ffective
R esponse
R egister

I beleive the above is needed.' To clear the air
Just like rain does, it cleans the atemosphere
And exposes the shortcomings of infrastruture
I also see the need for an annual assembley 
At rotating host countries to address health 
Concerns worldwide also possible advances 
That may be identified to human benefit
Over a current and long term time timescale.'
Any panel could include medical proffesionals
Affected by misadministerd medical intervention
I plead poetry reflecting lifes challenges as my
Reason for creating this poetical blueprint 
As it were.'

You Were Vicious As a Viper

I began shutting down
hard and fast 
the minute you tore my soul out 
with your meanness
you were as vicious as any viper
it amused me that you thought I would care that you left
 after experiencing these words

Some Polticians

Men who hulking thugs lobby, 
Now and then their hobby
To winning rivals clobber, 
Hitting them until they slobber; 
Their tunes for the piper
A much worse viper,
Venom as good a wiper
As enemy- silencing sniper.

Old owners of power 
Mythical the eleventh hour
Their only message for The Youth:
A not- yet- your- time hurting truth.

The Vipress

My scales are stars gleaming in the water. 
My body is the river you cannot cross. 
I am massive. I am the moon. 
I will not shrink or shirk 
away the love you made me fearful of. 

I shed this skin you once peppered with adoration.  
I’m perhaps larger, but more beautiful,
more powerful than before. 
I am without you. 

I am not fashioned of your rib, no, it’s
parthenogenesis; I birthed my own self. 
I never needed you 
or the silver words of deceitful lips. 
I am the decider of destiny. 
I am not afraid. I’m oiled with venom of my own. 
I am God. I rule this life and you
cannot take my garden away from me.

When It's Time To Pay the Piper

When It’s Time to Pay The Piper

When it’s time to pay that infamous character known as
“The Piper” and then, to face “The Viper” at the end of
one’s life, it shall behoove thee to make sure that thou hast
all of the necessary pleadings and exculpatory notions and
the reasonings at hand, in the hope of a divine intervention
from the angels in Heaven, since “The Viper” by legend
hast that noxious-nasty strike and sting in the Devil’s own
tradition, and both shall bring thee swiftly to the front of
Death’s Door whereby, Death’s immediate and compelling
grip is at once flash-quick and flash-fatal, which is not at all
merciful in the end. One’s immortal soul may be at risk too!

If thy exculpatory and most humble pleadings do meet,
perchance Heaven’s angelic standards, then thy immortal
soul shall be safe and sound in Almighty God’s kingdom.

Deus miseratur. Deus vobiscum.

Amen. Amen. 

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
December 10, 2018 (Narrative)

The Viper Tells a Rhyme Tale

I ask, at what cost?

Coiled beneath the leaves, nothing is seen of his reprieve.
The viper’s warning is curtailed.

Silently masked among the decay, a wooden shelter becomes his stay.
The viper’s ambush is prepared.

Wanting, searching, like field mice the children are learning.
The teacher prepares to pounce.

Writhing, frothing, innocence from adolescence is fleeting.
Status quo, they begin to denounce.

Like poison, consumption, coveting is quickening within the arterial circulation. 
Rebellious youth herald Marxist slogans.

Crying, suffering, parents beg for an answering.
Who trespassed within the kindergartens?

Forty Years now lost.

Only I, Have the Key

I open and close my stiff cold hands,
and look down at what my pen has spilled;
my hands ache from decades of writing,
my many pages are totally filled.

Electric jolts stab at my fingers,
and my writing is dead and tingling;
I put on my ugly, clumsy splints,
and send my words to go a mingling.

And mingling, mingling far and far,
soon, I hear the snakes come creeping;
to tear apart-  destroy my words,
the cobra asp came while I was sleeping.

Then, came the unblinking viper asp,
all the night my poetry they devoured;
each word that my pen had let fall,
and in the morning they left-  a coward.

Perhaps the asp thinks this is power,
that they are cunning and will break me;
that I will fall in beautiful broken pieces,
but I have courage and only I, have the key.

_______________________
April 29, 2018


Poetry/Quatrain/Only I, Have The Key
Copyright Protected, ID 18- 1018-003-01
All Rights Reserved.  Written Under Pseudonym.


Written for the contest, Asp
sponsor, Anthony Slausen

Fourth Place

Viper

I chose to love you as you were awesome
but then your love, pure venom
loving you certified me insane
caused me migraine

you feigned innocence
in me, for you, deep reverence
my poem reminiscence
of the sequence of pain and violence
your love I renounce

you promised impossibility
but had no capability
realistic of this I  shared your enthusiasm
at dawn, eroticism
at dusk, pessimism


with time you installed the poison
this, I repeat, retrospection
lost nothing your desire-a satisfaction
the venom leaves me septic
my life hectic
secretly you quieted
your plans well suited
to make me welcome
my tomb

Viper Kiss

Kissing with the lips of a viper
Making out with every pauper 
Trying to find what suits
What's proper
Licking my lips at the thought 
Of another delectable morsel
Leaving behind another fossil
Craving a man full of strength & character
Encountering weak & laughable jesters
Longing for the embrace of a strong man
Yearning for the lips of a true man
Who can lead me into temptation
And not turn me away
From the path of self-gratification.

Viper Rose

She grows in more than one territory
gaurded yet lofty, armored, but so smooth,
perfuming Day and Night with seductive melodrama, 
never leaves home without her crimson camouflage
nor without smiling thorns,
horns of hunger, an insatiable eater of hearts
an angel of love born in blood,
she will scream in circles for your attention
curl her petals at your touch
and season One with sensuous soil,
kiss with a hiss and convert anger into bliss,
a Viper Rose is never sold, only given,
you pay with soul for her texture
she provides the everlasting erotic admixture,
she is the rose that moves me to prayer,
the woman that wows me into baths of fire -

Happy Valentine's Day Eve ** An original woman that I love more than heaven -
By Poet - Adam/J.A.B.

The Viper

As a coiled viper strikes
without reason,
unleashing its intense venom
to its unsuspecting prey—
Shock becomes entwined 
with pain in waves of desperation.
The viper, 
apathetic because of its very nature,
seeks only to serve its own needs
as victims lay waste in the wake of its trails.
You, my darling, are a viper!

Lovely Viper

In drawing, your breaths
So small, so dark --
From her Woman's sake,
I see you, I taste you -- and I Stay


In Heaven Fronts --
Where, if I declare, no Death --
The definition of Music --
You, who transits me in a lovely viper!

The tail of Dawn, not Meadow --
Let us play, naked, with Muddy
Terrain, until it arises,
Hand by hand, changing clouds --
The sensitive Tears
Like you --then-- 
Let him swallow us completely!

Viper Inside of You

Your smile's the wildest desert viper, ruthless villains want to conquer.
Are venom in my heart's soul; undying linear admiration.
Heaven is your presence within hell, their envious destruction.

You hold my soul before cage of abyss and pressures.
Give the unimaginable joy, man could dream inventing.
Shoulder my spirit's cry, destroyed by their  wicked hate.
Covers my soul with enchanted wizardry, they never find destruction.

I found the joyous compound before  deadly fears they give.
With you all peace and love could be more at hand.
I treasure every blood and pain within what I fight for.
And remembering your desert beauty is a drug for my soul.

Within the moon's smile no larger and brighter than your lunar smile.
Within the heaven felt with you in the day in hell our body collide.
I Treasure your shadow longer than your spirits laugh.
Waiting the time I'll taste the viper of the wildest desert I had.

The nectar may not be what I want but the smile in you.
The soul may not be my hope but the lovely love in it.
The hair may not be the sweetest smell but the woman shadow.
The star might not shine but with you earth could live forever.

Viper Viper

Viper like she slowly slid her tongue into his mouth
Startled he recoiled, but then he tasted honey sweet
The warmth of her fiery body pressed against his
And her arms coiled around his waist seductively erotically
He was lost in a world of memory and what should have been
He had remembered her taste for years to come
Would she ever return in the dark black steamy night
Driving him insane, arousing his every single pore
Or was she just his fantasy this black dark sensuous viper
That slithered across his bed and left him desiring more.

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