Wraths Poems | Examples

Dry Leaves

Seeds sprout to become trees
Trees with ample green leaves
Leaves fully growing yellow
Yellow to dry under a hot sun

Sun causing the leaves to die off
Off the tree they hastily tumble
Tumbling silently wraths mother tree
Tree dismayed for losing her leaves

Leaves now lying at her foot inactive
Inactive and leaving nude the branches 
Branches of mother tree cause her shame
Shame for the birds’ frantically watch

Watching powerlessly their home gone
Gone at sunset but waiting for another day
Day for seeking a new comfy home
Home of joy to host everyone joyfully 

Poem by N. Mugisho

SEEK SHELTER

Look about at what inhumanity hath wrought
In vain we seek solace in a storming deluge
Have good intentions really been for naught?
In desperate straits we seek our refuge

Wraths ancient and new like thunder rage
Tearing the shelter we seek asunder
At a loss for words, both fool and sage
Silently assess humanity's blunder

No more do I seek shelter in brick or stone
For hatred tears all things apart
So here I stand unafraid and alone
Having faith in the light of a brand new start

A Little Faith

Not like heaps of sands 
resting on barren lands
or herds of animals of all kind 
that with ease widely we find

On the surface even a bit 
you might not see of it
often you have to dig deeper 
to know who is its keeper

For some it is a rare virtue 
that’s too good to be true 
while some believe in it 
as a thing of great grit

A pinch of it can do wonders 
and quieten the loud thunders 
make storms retract their paths 
and let souls forget their wraths

In grim times it might also crumble
but that’s when we need to stay humble 
and fill in our hearts a few of its shreds 
to embrace its unseeable divine threads

A little faith is all we need 
to sow in the sweet seed
and see it come to bloom
in all our moments of gloom 
in all our moments of gloom

Let the Dead Bury the Dead

All those hidden graveyards
just beneath the flesh
where the mesh of being
cavitates, creates
holes in the psyche.

Those much visited memories
where no flowers are laid
but a much-tilled earth
covered and uncovered
with newly exhumed regrets.

Bulldoze them in
and they spring up again.
Better to leave,
to face any other way
finding the shortest path
out of yourself.

Better to abandon the dead,
to leave them to wander
as wraths into a past
that no longer exists,
and so
cannot now be unearthed.

Detonates and Resonates

Only my mind fields detonates and resonates
Decipher’s a threads of tangled words 

Angry angels in the aftermath 
The glow of wraths fate radiate 

Sealed in the tombs of my compromise 
All here written on my epitaph

As my mind fields detonates and resonates

Seductions of Sin'

Seductions of Sin

With the lusts of the world: 
do I thee; threaten more?
Is this what the world has to offer; 
since its originated defiance? 

That set the scene for this world; 
to attest and set afire, 
for the rest of 'sin' to complete with such desire!

The call is strong in sin here: 
am I too weak; 
to resist such pleasurable temptations!?

Is it that, vainglory, do set in from the laws of God, 
do I shame myself for the dishonor to self-control? 
That 'sin' of the lusts now turns to otherworldly desires; 
that the dark spirit brought to surmount humanity!?

Voracity, of man for the embellishing of the world, 
is it glamorized in thy eye?
Being envious of what others do have;
only does it dispassionate me too?

And does, avidity, bring on our destruction; 
from the wraths and vainglories of man? 
I have a chance to survive when darkness has swallowed up; 
the virtues that have been set out in front of humanity?

To battle, the end, when that day does it come; 
is to bring great sorrows upon the world?

Last Love Letter

Sails upon waters of shimmer
Blood red vibrance glowing dimmer
Twisted fate of Sanity increasingly slimmer
Lost Voice left alone to quietly simmer
Memories of faded emotions turning grimmer

Tears forever feed the flow of river
Sultry seduction of body ravished lay still of quiver
Icy words of truth yet spoken to deliver
Wraths of lusts stolen from the giver
Last words of love accompanying darkness of shiver


                   January 06,  2021

     Last Love Letter
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Maze

Traipsing along on old dirt paths
Struggling to avoid garden wraths
Within the maze of sinuous limbs
Whispering like soft, gentle hymns

Twisting, turning, yearning for love
Lost amid blush roses sent from above
A puzzle of joys in the green branches
Covering the heart of heavenly ranches

Homespun joys sing from the bushes
Brilliant, bold colors of crimson pushes
Touching my spirit with tendrils of leaves
Caressing a wall of blooms that relieves

Trapped by the swaying of euphoric breezes
Softly enfolding my heart’s hope so it pleases




Maze - 10 Word Challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: A Dear Heart
June 22, 2020

Escape From Thunder and Lightning

Escape from thunder and lightning, 
Remain or stay in safe shelter; 
And if you are out on the street, 
Hurry up and run for cover.

Don't get out of the house at least
Half an hour after the last sound; 
Stay inside the building until
The risk is nowhere to be found.

Keep away from powerful stuffs
Like computers and corded phones; 
Never be in direct contact
With these electricity zones.

Avoid plumbing, including sinks, 
As well as the baths and faucets; 
Run away from frightening harm, 
Evade the nature's wraths and threats.

Stay away from windows and doors, 
Remain calm beneath the ceiling; 
Stay off veranda or porches, 
Escape from thunder and lightning.

In My Era

Revolutionary, the stance we took, 
The freedom of iconoclastic paths 
To justify rebellious avenues 
That swayed the truth in plain objective wraths.

4/20/19

Rithimus Divisa Poetry Contest
Sponsor Gregory R Barden

"In the Seventies"

Wraths Flame

All you can see is red smoke
The moth of the flame raging inside
Blood is mixed with a smoking ember
That burns through ignition lighting up
Feel the wrath if you want to
And face death through a senseless act
Embrace wrath’s flame burning man to dust

If I Ruled the World

If I ruled the world, I would wave a magic wand.
And make a wish for views that clash to soon be gone.
For unity I would wish as in days bygone.
Then, hunters and gatherers as one brought man’s spawn.

When greed and power took control a new age dawned.
Men of wealth walked the streets; ignored the vagabond.
Lies were told; truths were lost; the common man was conned.
To righteous ways and faith in God many did not respond.
 
My magic wand surely would eliminate wraths.
No psychopaths’ would fill the streets with hates’ bloodbaths.
And fights for right would silence works of all warpaths.
Chaos would stop as each man found and walked good paths.

No human would debate with a heart full of hate.
Poverty and greed would completely dissipate.
Rebellion and rioting, wisdom would placate. 
Love would flow from every soul by will, not mandate.

If I ruled the world, I would wave my magic wand.
And make a wish to the great beyond; peace be dawned.
Citizens around the world to good would respond.
And all of Earth's humanity would feel love’s bond.

Written 2/25/2016
for Silent One’s Poetry Contest: Rule the World

Hold Those Tears Falling From Sullen Skies

Hold Those Tears Falling From Sullen Skies

Hold those tears falling from sullen skies
floods below, drown the sorrows of lost men.
Enough that mother earth hears thy sad cries
angelic sorrow, weep thou not in sin.

Remain thee stalwart, life may reverse tides
heaping on thee, joy in sweet future times.
Sun again shines, ending dark, stormy rides
thee shall picnic far off in fairer climes.

When mortal spirits race on foolish paths
happiness flows away as morning dew.
Embrace thee not, misdeeds bring evil wraths
walk faithful course, one that is truly new.

Live life, Fate has no power in Hope's lands. 
For even Fate yields to angelic hands.

Robert J. Lindley, 10-28-2016

Sonnet

O' the Deep Wisdom That Man Fails To Seek

O' The Deep Wisdom That Man Fails To Seek

Dark world's scar, sad clown in dancing despair,
Lively in sewers of forbidden thought,
Gambling in darkness for a wasted share,
Content with errors so easily bought.

What of the world's sweeter admirations?
Or family's great clear and glowing praise?
Shall one thus live for selfish sensations,
With no need for truth that spirit will raise?

Yet life may still gift other shining gold,
As one walks its great mysterious paths.
In adventure one must be bravely bold,
without fear of Fate's many fickle wraths!

O' the deep wisdom that man fails to seek.
Such loves and treasures, he gets not a peek.

Robert J. Lindley, 3-20-2016

Syllables Per Line:	
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Total # Syllables:	140
Total # Lines:	17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:	
Total # Words:	102

Lazarus

Lazarus

Date: Sun, Dec 20 2015 at 5:15 PM

I feel like Lazarus
Feel like running with the Javelin
An Walking through the Shadows that Sins
Soul in a Battle in a Den
Inside is the Golden Jackal
With Golden Shackles
You could hear the chain rattles
Cut loose in this fiasco
Cause the fire echo was trapped inside Smoke
But starting burning soon as the matches flowed
Unfastened the Soul
Came out the grave
Out the coffin with decay
On the shoulder blades
An wiped of the shirt dismay
Stained blood Drained
On the Shirt the blood of Cains
Remember the hurt & disdain
But emerged to Reign in a Burst of flames
Burst of Rage
But God Submerged the Pain
 Now I got the Courage to Tame
To Use this Reimbursement to Slain
The Ones Who Encouraged the Defame
This my Purpose to Change
The Curse They Will Obtain
From the God who Sustains
It's a Shame
Lazarus Back
Lazarus Black
Asthma Attacks
In the Hearts of Those in They Blasphemous Wraths
Walked in shatters of daggers & tacks

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