Curse and Wrath
it's hard to live a life with a freaking place...
where demons dwell..
hurts you physically and emotionally..
Sometimes I'd love to see this person die in vain...
Burn in hell.
crushed to powder...
grind there flesh...
plunged a knife on his face and twist until blood flows down...
Squeeze his eyes to drought..
spill every single dropp of his sinful blood.
He shall never live more..
he shall never see another light upon my superiority's arrival...
The execution of my revenge is a million and infinity of mine disgust and suffer...
Compare a filth's life to mine who have them?
how ignorant..
how foolish...
As tears flood my face...
of pain, wrath, humiliation and disgust...
Each dropp contains curses..
curses of his death...
of his tragic death..
the existence of this wrath..
intensified by every approach of days..
I hold and tolerate the pain...
I can hold merely the humiliation but
the verbs, the insult, all the pain it made to me..
It's killing me..
It had actually deleted my humanity..
My rights! My ego! My mind! my thoughts! myself he violated...
My anger shall never subside..
This curse shall prompt him in anyways, in any time, any moment, any situation..
He shall die in vain...
He shall die in much pain..
He should feel an eternity of my revenge..
a million of millenniums under hell's fire...
and another under the Ice and the mist.
Death shall visit him often but death shall not conquer him before his sufferance...
His soul be imprisoned in a chamber of eternal fire of regrets and loneliness..
His death shall be brought by insanity and depression..
He shall die a thousand times..
His bones crushed into several pieces..
His blood shall condense and fall as rain..
His veins shall explode and his heart be frozen..
His brains be eaten by worms..
He shall be disintegrated effectively
he shall be gone...
poem by Ellirie Aviles
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Sinner's Visit from Death
Whence the reek, the sombre clouds?
Those of billows gargantuan;
Of storms immense, blushing black,
Wishing sought of me to assess?
And have I passed? I have?
Hence I hear a knock on oak;
Unwelcomed, dullened cloak
Flowing dourly - it was a bitter breeze.
‘Have you mulled my sins? ' I ask.
‘Have you seen my impotence -
Though observe destruction at mine hands?
Forgive me, I am but Man.'
‘And are not sinners forgiven? ' I excuse,
‘Hence forgiveness avoids me of Hell?
Must my Demons of Sin revisit eternally
And reflect back on me to suffer well
The synergy of vengeance and wrath?
Are you not now pitying of my terror?
See my withering, regretful flesh -
Feel you not my tardy repentance? '
But Death just focused his stare,
That which pierced my pulseless heart,
For I was empty of remorse in all my years.
He knew that - and led me away.
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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For My Father
Reaching upward as I never believed
I could do, not within this moment-
Searching for life’s meaning, heaven sent and
Written across the stone of some unfamiliar despondent
Figure from my past-
Was an invitation for me to follow in your footsteps –
Much less you, my own father who passed away years ago
I can almost hear you calling my name aloud as I
Search for relief from all of the pain-
My stone is waiting and patiently standing- in my dying breath- as
I climb this stairway towards hell- I say-
Father you were a good man with such a zest for life although
Only evil people with no conscience
Burn in hell’s brush fire
In your eyes and mine likewise death is hell
In itself- in our eyes life has always been a challenge,
Life is indeed a gift- while death is a rude awakening-
Perhaps if I climb this ladder I am tenuously holding onto-
I will find you once again when I reach the top-
I remember being your one and only,
As I remember you to be a godsend –
Reaching upward is reaching outward to
Embrace the most gentle, loving and
The most gallant man- in all due respect-
Meeting you face to face once more
Would erase the pain of loss I feel and
In my heart, mind and spirit-
Loss is none but hell and reuniting with you
Will give us both a second chance at life –
- Let hell’s fire burn-if not for just this moment-
It shall light the candle I hold in my hand
Blazing a path before me- until we meet once more-
Much less to be held in your arms-
The heaven of both of our dreams come true-
Love puts out all malevolent fires-as would a fountain of youth or
A cleansing shower- let fondest memories of the good times
We shared turn the hell of death to
A warm rebirth – no matter where that light shall guide us-
That place shall be our one and only heaven-
poem by Claudia Krizay
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Death is... A Compilation of Death Poetry
(10/05/2000)
Death is when your loved ones must depart
Death is a sharp pain to the heart
Death is a feeling of permanent sadness & pain
Death is when your loved ones have forever gone away
Death is a call to heaven or hell
Death is an eternal mansion or cell
Death is a lesson to learn about
Death is a loss, without a doubt
Death is an unhappy feeling to have
Death is unpleasant on anyone's behalf
Death is something we all will go through
Death is a storm waiting to brew
Death is a lingering crow always overhead
Death is a soul, done being fed
Death is cruel,
Death is unfair,
Why death?
Does death care?
Death is unkind,
Death breaks hearts,
Why death?
Do you like to part?
Death is here,
Death is there,
Why death?
Why be everywhere?
Death is the end,
Death is to die,
Why death?
To make people cry?
Death was created,
Death is still here,
Why death?
We live in fear,
Death is death,
Death is dead,
Why death?
Because death said.
Death is forever, so don’t flirt with death
Death is painful, so stay away from knifes
Death is not for lovers, so don’t die
Death is not for me, so don’t even try
Death is never clear, so be careful
Death is never fun, so stay away from strangers
Death is never pleasing, so don’t get caught up in the hype
Death is never fair, so get use to it
Death is always occurring, so don’t forget it
Death is never what u expect, so expect the unexpected
Death is not for you, so please don’t give up
Death is forever, so don’t forget that
poem by Shenise Ashmeade
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Sweet Sweet Death
Life is a game...
i am starting to see to
many disappointing sides of it
but then the light appears
illuminating the emptiness
inside me...
As my eyes close up heading
to the light death is my best
option as happiness feel my life
and end this pain take me away
let me live and pain no more
to finish this useless struggle...
to end this useless fight...
i stand up to my fate leaving
behind me all these regrets no more
worries and no more love as i embrace death
as death receives my soul, i welcome the
fading light, allowing
death to end my existence
poem by Robert Roberts
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Death is....
Death is when your loved ones must depart
Death is a sharp pain to the heart
Death is a feeling of permanent sadness and pain
Death is when your loved ones have forever gone away
Death is a call to heaven or hell
Death is an eternal mansion or cell
Death is a lesson to learn about
Death is a loss, without a doubt
Death is an unhappy feeling to have
Death is unpleasant on anyone's behalf
Death is something we all will go through
Death is a storm waiting to brew
Death is a lingering crow always overhead
Death is a soul, done being fed
Copyright © Rebekah Johnson (Age 12)
poem by Rebekah Joh
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Disingenuousness
Here lies another box for nature,
Carbon ready;
Black to eyes down here,
Where death is at its job.
Up there you’ll hear a rhythmic sob
Or two from living yet-to-dies –
A humming lacrimoso –
It all but cleans the eyes:
Forget it –
The dismal show of grief –
Life is only chemistry –
Our stay is only brief.
It’s we who hype it up!
Diaphragms jerk again;
The jet monotone of hearses
Feeds the disingenuousness
Of undertakers –
They seem to stare at something up ahead –
For them, it’s in the blood,
To taxi off the dead.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
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Just Wanting To Be Understood
No one understands
No one comprehends the pain I feel
No one cares
What happens to me
No one cares
How I end up
Anger running so deep inside
I've been hurt on too many times
Pain strikes with every thought
Of how life used to be
Friends and loved ones lost
Relationships once had ignited
Everything in life killed
By one feeling
ANGER
Pain streaks through my veins
As I try to feel what I used to
As I try to imagine
The good old days
When everything was better
When someone actually cared
The pain never leaves
From way back when
Images stuck in my head
Thoughts never said
Life sinks into a hole
No one notices what happened
Disappeared and never returned
Best friends never again
More pain hits
Nothing ever the same
Anger so deep you want to kill
Given the chance you probably will
Hatred, pain, past memories relived
Wondering what is in store
How you hate the life you live
Want to hide
And never return
Die and never be seen
Live a different life than you lead
Get out and roam
You've tried before
Never quite got out that door
Always one more thing to do
Never time for just you
No one ever seems to care
Life was better somewhere else
Death seems so much better
But deep down inside
You know it's no the answer
Get out you scream
To your pain
Leave forever
And come not again
Hatred is the cause of this all
Nothing understood by those who care
They don't seem to know you're there
They hear but don't understand
They see but don't comprehend
Life so simple never repaired
Everything seems so useless there
Killing all around us
Between ourselves
Wanting to get out
Of this world we live
Death seems the answer
Yet never said
Tried so hard but never won
Anger towards ones your supposed to love
No more trust
To him you give
Hurt you one to many times
Permanent was the pain
Bruises from his anger you recieve
More anger you then get
Killing not the answer here
Wishing it was
So you could be free
One more freedom you would get
If he weren't around to hit
Anger can't be released anymore
Trouble is caused to much
Always more pain from it
What to do you do not know
Leaving for good would be so great
Getting out of something so bad
Worse than thousand about to die
poem by Dani Sears
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The Curse of Kehama
I charm thy life,
From the weapons of strife,
From stone and from wood,
From fire and from flood,
From the serpent’s tooth,
And the beast of blood.
From sickness I charm thee,
And time shall not harm thee;
But earth, which is mine,
Its fruits shall deny thee;
And water shall hear me,
And know thee and flee thee:
And the winds shall not touch thee
When they pass by thee,
And the dews shall not wet thee
When they fall nigh thee.
And thou shalt seek death,
To release thee, in vain;
Thou shalt live in thy pain,
While Kehama shall reign,
With a fire in thy heart,
And a fire in thy brain.
And sleep shall obey me,
And visit thee never,
And the curse shall be on thee
Forever and ever.
poem by Robert Southey
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Death, Inevitable Death
Death, inevitable Death.
So now You come to show Your world,
Hence the blackened cloak – unfurled.
And peering down upon my form
– Bereft of pity – Your eyes of storm.
Death, inexorable Death.
‘When? ’ The only question out of Thee.
My dream retorts 'But ne’er for me! ’
But now awake, I bid you so –
My giving tears cry ‘Where to go? ’
Death, adamant Death.
You cast Your spell and guide me 'way,
For life and I have had our day.
And what of me? I prey You, tell!
Be glorious in Heaven or gnarled in Hell?
Death, ineluctable Death.
Oh wiry ghoul, I'm here to follow –
I leave my body grey and shallow.
‘Come! ’ You bid in thund’ring tones,
‘Beg farewell to shattered bones.’
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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I am a soldier
(explanation - This about a soldier who has gone through all walks of life, faced it all..carried burdens...its left him so shallow that he likes d feeling of it..being emotionless....considering himself a machine...people respect him....everyone likes it.its what he wants us to be like 'a soldier'....carry on with life as if nothing has happened....u cannot say that u have suffered d most when u cont even compare your hardships with others, ....
its the total feeling of overcoming it..like u won a battle)
I love the pain of a wound
I love the pain of a bullet in me
I live with an anger in me
I am a soldier and I love this feeling in me
I walk on streets with respect
with a motive to make it perfect
perfect for any threat
perfect for any kind of death
I can face death million times
so tat families can safely dine
I am a soldier and I love this feeling in me
lost a leg because I stepped on a landmine
just to see kids smiling across the borderline
I have no regrets being a soldier
can take much more on my shoulder
can face bullets being brave n bolder
I am a soldier and I love this feeling in me
I am emotionless, I am fearless
I see blood all day and I am merciless
I am not a killing machine, I am just a living machine
there is no mercy in my eyes, there is no love in my cries
I am a soldier and I love this feeling in me
I can write no more soldier
I can fight no more soldier
this is all I could do for you
this how far I could go for you
you r a soldier, you r a soldier
I am a soldier and I love this feeling in me! ! !
poem by Shashank Shekhar Roy
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In Death, My Final Part
A tower grim; a glowering darkness,
And only brown of red the other hue
– I saw it in the distant eyes –
And yes, He knew, but focussed only
On the mortal soul of mine –
After all, He had a role to play,
And wine: my shivering blood to quaff!
If only I could Him betray –
To break the seal of destiny;
Escape the lone cacophony
That emanates from wailing minds!
Damn the fate of His – it awes and blinds!
But oh! the mighty hammer strikes a toll;
The slow approach of Him upon the knoll
Commences exudation of a dying heart.
Endorsing all, I honed my final part.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Marked With Death
(tim rice/john farrar)
How can I bear this?
Show me
How can I survive
Trapped in the madness
With no hope of release? oh
Do I just wait for
Your demons to arrive?
Blaming me for your death
While you rest in peace
You are marked with death
By your cruel lies
You deserve all this
You betrayed me
With your final breath
You will still despise
Every tear or kiss
You betrayed me
I shall not be tricked
Into pity for
You must know full well
That I love you
And you cant inflict
Any pain thats more
Than this living hell
But I love you
I see the eyes that deceived
Poor wasted hands growing cold
No lovers comfort
No belief to hold
You have killed yourself
Yours the infernal
Original sin
Mine the misfortune
Of your heartless caprice-- oh
Do I just wait for
Your devils to move in?
Blaming me for your death
While you rest in peace
I am marked for life
And the peace I crave
Is a fools conceit
I am branded
And youll twist the knife
From beyond the grave
And I fall, retreat
Empty handed
I shall not be tricked
Into pity for
You must know full well
That I love you
And you cant inflict
Any pain thats more
Than this living hell
But I love you
I see the eyes that betrayed
Poor wasted hands growing cold
No lovers comfort
No belief to hold
You are marked with death
How can I convince you
That you broke you own heart?
How can I forgive you
For the murderous part
You played in destroying
Your love and your life
And mine...
I shall not be tricked
Into pity for
You must know full well
That I love you
And you cant inflict
Any pain thats more
Than this living hell
But I love you
I see the eyes that deceived
Poor wasted hands growing cold
No lovers comfort
No belief to hold
I am marked for life
You are marked with death...
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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Our Heav'nly Race
Just two, two choices we’ve got on this planet:
life, life and death, death;
life on earth, eternal life in heav’n above,
and death here on earth, eternal death in hell below.
But questions, questions ask we ourselves below:
‘How do we live here on this planet? ’
‘what’s our rewards aft’r death? ’
Death is inevitable gentle young man:
plants die, animals die, we too must die
and sleep in Mr. Death’s grave;
we must die in flesh, not on soul returning to God.
Isaiah holiness, let’s accept
that our death may be our sweet pillow for rest
or we due to second death eternal in hell!
poem by Eche Ononukwe
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Soap
you wish i were true
to every word i wrote in my poems
like sadness
that i must be sad when my poems
talk about sadness
like separation and disgust and pain
that i must suffer
with the poems i write that i must have despair
and pain too
and disgust
for every word of disgust written in every word
in every line
how cruel of you
how cruel of truth
how can i justify my death when i speak only of death
and in the very poem
where i write the word
death
there is soap
there is this box of untruths in pandora and when i open it
they must spread and you may refuse to believe
me again
but it would be very cruel of you
to make these poems
all these poems be my life my only life
and lived
and day by day lived in accordance with the
mouths of these poems
empathy
is the word, it is like i am putting my feet in another person's
shoes
then i write, and i could have written about this word: happiness
joy, bliss
ecstasy, light, and amazing glory
i choose not to,
i think, i have too much of it, and i do not share it for now
there is no necessity
and i cannot really help
with so much loneliness and sadness out there
with them i stretch my hands to hold them and feel them
and they all become
myself. it is not soap then, and there are no bubbles in the skies
there is no child playing amazed by the bubbles that burst and by the
bubbles that
are so abundant.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Eyes of Death
I looked into your eyes
Your Eyes of Death
I killed for those eyes to look into mine
Into my eyes of pain and guilt
I dared to walk into your path
I dared to take your hand into mine
And I dared to tell you my darkest secret
I stared into your Eyes of Death
And I lost my soul to them
When I looked into your Eyes of Death.
To this day, I am still dead
To this day, I can no longer live in the mortal world
To this day, we shall not die of fire, water, or love,
But of our Eyes of Death that rein our souls
I stare into your Eyes of Death and I cringe at the sight
I look into your Eyes of Death and I am no longer alive
I looked into your Eyes of Death
And I died again, before I could run from them
For I cannot stand to be around you to this very day again
I looked into your eyes
Your Eyes…of Death
poem by Jade DragonHeart
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Death and I
When death comes
I’ll need not love –
Consumed,
No wreath or dove
Could offer me salvation,
Not when I’m no more.
A weathered stone will bear my name –
Identity of once a being
Living out existence in
A world of risk, and never seeing
Sense of why we’re here.
My genes will die away thro’ child –
Hue of eyes and hair, the way of thought,
Will quickly dim with generation –
Bow to future dominance –
Memories of provenance
Resigned to curious few.
When death comes
I’ll need not grace
Below; no grieving face
Will call my resurrection,
Not when I’m at ground –
Death and I so bound.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Uncurable Pain
Someone out there has a cure to my pain,
But the faster they cure mine someone else feels the same.
It's probably a cure for my pain, maybe it is, or maybe it's not,
Whatever this pain is, it hurts alot.
My pain is like a river that never starts to flow,
But I know I'm not the only person with pain, other people have pain also.
Pain is like one of a kind like me and you,
It doesn't hurt as bad because I know it is something that I got to live through.
This pain is a mixture between life and death,
It was me all along hurting myself.
poem by La'Kira Jackson
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Marked With Death
How can I bear this? show me
How can I survive
Trapped in your madness
With no hope of release? oh -
Do I just wait for
Your demons to arrive?
Blaming me for your ills
While you rest in peace
You are marked with death
By your cruel lies
You deserve all this
You betrayed me
With your final breath
You will still despise
Every tear or kiss
You betrayed me
I shall not be tricked
Into pity for
You must know full well
That I love you
And you cant inflict
Any pain thats more
Than this living hell
But I love you
I see the eyes that deceived
Poor wasted hands growing cold
No lovers comfort
No belief to hold
You have killed yourself
Yours the infernal
Original sin
Mine the misfortune
Of your heartless caprice - oh -
Do I just wait for
All your devils to move in?
Blaming me for your death
While you rest in peace
I am marked for life
And the peace I crave
Is a fools conceit
I am branded
And youll twist the knife
From beyond the grave
And I fall, retreat
Empty handed
I shall not be tricked
Into pity for
You must know full well
That I love you
And you cant inflict
Any pain thats more
Than this living hell
But I love you
I see the eyes that betrayed
Poor wasted hands growing cold
No lovers comfort
No belief to hold
You are marked with death
How can I convince you
That you broke your own heart?
How can I forgive you
For the murderous part
You played in destroying
Your love and your life
And mine ...
I shall not be tricked
Into pity for
You must know full well
That I love you
And you cant inflict
Any pain thats more
Than this living hell
But I love you
I see the eyes that deceived
Poor wasted hands growing cold
No lovers comfort
No belief to hold
I am marked for life
You are marked with death ...
song performed by by Cliff Richard
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