Taking punishment
As the ruler struck
her knuckles
she bit her lip
He was dark,
tight lipped
with a stern
expression.
One last strike
and her blood
trickled to the floor.
She grinned
for grinning
is the same as scoffing
and giggling
as good as tears......
poem by Ruth Walters
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The Angry Man
Fists clenched tight, real tight
Jaws locked, this primeval
urge to fight, beating the wall
it wont give in, but neither will I
strike after strike, with each drop
blood then sweat, nothing else
no one else, nowhere else
seems to matter
true enough these are motions of man
but not of a good man, not of me...
in the shattered glass, the puddle of blood
A reflection, wild and lawless
cold and heartless, I have to
beat this, to see this
for what it is, though powerful and relentless
Not strength, not strength at all
simply weakness
poem by Craig Parmisan
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Bloody Red Tears
Tears of blood
Oh, bloody red tears
They fall on my pillow
And it soaks in blood, red and liquefied
They fall to the floor bellow
And once dried...
It's covered in blood, brown and hardened
Oh, bloody red tears
They're the result of what no-one can mend
All my hurt that built up over the years
Bloody red tears
They're so beautiful to me
They quench my thirst nobody knows of or hears
Only one thirst could that be
The thirst to see blood and pain
Oh, it's so good to my eyes
But, my hurt, I also have a thirst to drain
All those lies!
They cause some of my bloody red tears
They cause my hardened heart, even when someone dies
Oh, bloddy red tears
They're so good to me
And have been all these years
poem by Amy Parkinson
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White Knuckles
Smack dab flat on my back
The solid ground began to crack
I pulled her down and down and down
I lost my breath
I thought I'd drown
Fistfuls of you
Fistfuls of you
You pulled me through with white knuckles
Fistfuls of you
Fistfuls of you
You pulled me through with white knuckles
Her leg, my hand, a smoldering brand
Sticking to her wet body like sand
Her place, distaste, we fell from grace
Red smears across her face
Fistfuls of you
Fistfuls of you
You pulled me through with white knuckles
Fistfuls of you
Fistfuls of you
You pulled me through with white knuckles
White knuckles!
White knuckles!
White knuckles!
White knuckles
song performed by by Marilyn Manson
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Drip, drip, drip
tears roll down my face
drip, drip, drip
that's all I hear as the tears fall
in the dark
I sit alone as blood runs down my arm
and mixes with my tears
drip, drip, drip
my door is locked
my knife is a deadly scarlet
getting closer every time
to the veins I desirer
drip, drip, drip
I push the blade deeper into my arm
it hurts but it's a good pain
a knock at the door
I grab my friend and scream
as I find the veins I want
drip, drip, drip
my mom walks in as I fall to the floor
my dying words to my mom
'I live no more'
she rushed to my body and calls for my dad
I smile as they see my pain
drip, drip, drip
as my blood hits the floor
my mom screams my name
I smile once more
and say good bye
my mom screams ' why god why? '
the last words I heard were a plea for help
until the final
drip, drip, drip
poem by No Reason To Care
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On that Beach
On that Beach,
A nature's dream,
All I have ever went out to seek,
I had realized,
Opened up my eyes,
And I had seen,
Right there,
On that Beach.
My brother's girlfriend,
Grinning as she shoved her hand,
Inside his chest,
And stole his heart,
Only so that she could,
Soon enough,
On that beach,
Smirk,
And throw it into the sea.
On that beach,
I can still smell the summer blooms,
Even though I am miles away,
This memory will never go,
In the middle of that lonely beach,
My first experience of tasting my last lust’s desire,
To be free,
As I wished,
But held down,
Tight and cruel,
For it to be so good,
That it hurt.
In the middle of that lonely beach,
A meadow.
There he took my hand,
There I met him,
There I gave myself to him,
There he embraced me,
There he left me,
'Goodbye, get over yourself, ' he said, 'wake up! What are you scared of! Ha? If you don’t start living right now, then you never will. I don’t need you anymore, because your so weak and insecure. Goodbye.'
With a single rotation of passion and the end to what we never were.
Us.
On that beach,
The sea so cold,
I saw a bird singing on and on,
About the things it’s seen before it came to live.
On that beach,
There was a tree,
Halfway falling to the ground,
With a struggle it came down.
On that beach,
Everything was being torn apart,
In the sandstorm it all died,
Drop by drop,
My life had trickled down,
On the floor.
On that beach I bit my lip,
I tasted blood,
Didn’t wish to see the chaos,
I screamed out loud,
A smile on my face had spread,
And finally,
The sea buried me.
I was born here,
I belong,
And I will die here,
It’s the only right thing that I will ever do,
In the right time,
In the right place.
poem by Lili Freebird
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(Angry Poem) Blood On The Floor
Mark My Words,
This Will Not End Good.
I Can Already See The Blood On Floor.
Spilt Everywhere.
All Because Of You.
All Because You Can Never Lose.
Always Right Never Wrong.
Just Walk Away Leave It Alone.
Its Like Trying To Talk To A Brick Wall.
There's Just No Way To Get Through To You.
Mark My Words,
This Will No End Good. I Can Already Blood On The Floor.
Must We Go Through This Once More.
The Stress Builds,
The Headache Becomes A Migraine.
Too Close To Just Losing It.
Becoming Completely Insane
Going On A Rampage.
I Just Can't Stop Now,
I Won't Stop Now.
Not Till The Place Is Burnt To The Ground.
Buried In Mounds Of Ash Lie's A Key chain Its All That Will Be Left Of You.
Please Oh Please Just Stop Enough Is Enough.
A Scream After Every Heartbeat.
No Reason,
No Logic Behind All This.
Just Swallow That God Damn Pride.
Or Just Go Kill Yourself,
Yes Oh Yes Beautiful Suicide.
This World Would Be So Much Of A Better Place.
Mark My Words,
This Will Not End Good.
I Can Already See The Blood On The Floor.
You Opened This Door.
Now Theirs No Going Back.
You Better Just Shut Up Now, Now, Now.
I Say Bow, Bow, Bow,
Beg For Mercy, Kiss My God Damn Feet.
For We Have Reach The Tipping Point.
Just Relax It Will Be Quick.
It Will Be A Great Ending To This.
Mark My Words,
This Will Not End Good.
I Can Already See The Blood On The Floor.
As The Anger In Me Soar.
Like An Eagle I'm Flying So High Right Now.
With Nothing But Pure Adrenaline
I'm Prepared To Rip You Heart Out With My Talons So Sharp.
Mark My Words,
This Will Not End Good.
I Can already See The Blood On The Floor.
Theirs Just So Much Blood On The Floor.
Just So God Damn Much Blood On The Floor.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Dark Expression
A dark expression of feelings I often have although true expression of feelings I often fail. Why do I say that? Let me think as to why? Maybe, because life has brought a dark night and this night appears to be long. Such a silent night it is and this is good in a way. Sometimes, too much silence can actually be haunting. I guess today is a night of such type and slowly although surely it will pass away. Dark expression of feelings the night of today has.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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Find a good person..
Don't strike that pose, that hurts any feeble heart,
Hunch with drops of tears make the cheek dirt,
Wipe the dirt, that saddens your young soul,
Betrayal is not new and struck with that tool,
Heart bleeds from the wounded thoughts,
Woven out of love, hope and trust,
Betrayed you are, it is not the end,
Just the beginning to stop the errand,
Understand that the lust of the bodies,
On the floor of the stomach, butterflies,
Don't think this is love and everlasting love,
Love should be cultivated with tender care,
Where two hearts unite for now and ever,
Stop crying over the brute that left you,
As a human, you deserve to have another human.
Don't strike the pose,
That shows your weakness,
Be brave to face this cruel world,
Where you still find a good soul.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Oceanic Humour
Oceanic Humour?
Does a sardine play
Hide and seek with another fish
And laugh about it?
Does a lobster joust
With a big Alaska crab
Just for amusement?
Wit on the sea’s floor
Giggling eels on Dogger bank
Slippery gayety?
Can a tiger shark
Tell another shark a story
That has a fun bite?
Are ocean’s beings
As stern as the old Talibans
Who say fun is sin?
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Smile Power
A smile can be loose
A smile can be tight lipped
It can be acidic
Or be in honey dripped
A smile can be heart rending
If tendered in sad farewell
And also be heart mending
Quite curative as well
A smile when one is needed
Can be the lift one needs in life
Can be so slight as to go unheeded
Can be the salve to soothe one’s strife
A smile given in greeting
Can melt the iciest kind of soul
Given broadly or in fleeting
Given partially or in whole
A smile can be easy to conjure
Can be false in all it’s construction
Inappropriately timed can injure
And can cause much grief and destruction
It takes twice the amount of muscles
For the face to form a frown
Yet only half as many muscles
To turn that frown upside down
It’s not given the respect, that it’s due
It’s not always used in the best way
yet is also the best expression one can use
To make the best impression…throughout each day
One final thought
before this piece is past…is
That people who are too tight with a smile
Are usually drear and tight-assed!
poem by David Whalen
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Good Luck Next Time
GOOD LUCK, NEXT TIME
Had the God, in heaven, sent me an advance SMS
That I am slated to die to-night at the stroke of six
I would take bath thrice and stay trim and fresh
In readiness of the journey, freed from the chaotic mess
Before, I had not donated blood even once
This day, I think of all nice things at once
My organs and parts are under distress sale
For this lot in full, would go as waste and stale
I banged into the church and fell at the alter
Probing my sins, filed a counter
All those saints were in tears and tight-lipped
That their hands are tied for a last- minute reprieve
I ran to the bank and drew all the money I had
Looked around, in search of an honest ward
Whom I can trust, to begin a Trust in my name
To do something good, to pump my soul into heaven
I apologize to all whom I might have hurt
And recollect those favors which I had forgot
My hour has come - I find everything bitter
At least, in the next lease of life,
……………I thus resolve to fare better.
Louis Santhana
poem by Santhana Louis
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Battle
The war of words is done;
The red-lipped cannon speak;
The battle has begun.
The web your speeches spun
Tears and blood shall streak;
The war of words is done.
Smoke enshrouds the sun;
Earth staggers at the shriek
Of battle new begun.
Poltroons and braggarts run:
Woe to the poor, the meek!
The war of words is done.
"And hope not now to shun
The doom that dogs the weak,"
Thunders every gun;
"Victory must be won."
When the red-lipped cannon speak,
The war of words is done,
The slaughter has begun.
poem by John Davidson
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Get Your Way
You make demands, youre out of hand and soon enough youre gonna get your way.
You rage and roar, you pace the floor and soon enough youre gonna have your day.
Get your way.
Got no time for temperament.
Bad attitude wont make a dent.
Dont cry baby, dont cry at all.
Got no need to take the fall.
Dont go on strike. you know what I like. you know how to love me, daddy - loose but tight.
Your mood is down, Im losing ground and soon enough youre gonna have your day.
Get your way.
Theres no need to stay at home alone.
No need for slamming the phone.
Got no need to kick the cat or get too high.
No need for that.
The silences when you dont speak - much worse than when you scolding me.
The silences when you wont speak - its not the silence thats golden to me.
Look out!
Im coming!
Im coming!
Im coming!
You make demands, youre out of hand and soon enough youre gonna get your way.
You rage and roar, you pace the floor and soon enough your gonna get your way.
Dont go on strike. you know what I like. you know how to love me, daddy - loose but tight.
Your mood is down, Im losing ground and soon enough youre gonna have your day.
Get your way.
You know I always get my way.
Im hot!
I do succeed.
Like washington at valley forge, I get just what I need.
Like iron mike with a tko and jesse james with a .44, I keep on coming moving slow and put them on the floor.
Get up!
Turn it up a bit.
Get up!
Turn it up a bit.
Im self contained.
I use my brain and I keep the people entertained.
Its a long way up with no elevator, but Im gonna get there sooner or later cuz the last thing that Im gonna do is not do what I wanted to.
Get up!
Turn it up a bit.
Get up!
Turn it up a bit.
Like frankenstein and danger mouse Im gonna make some noise and rock the house!
You have been demanding. throwing temper tantrums. soon enough your gonna get your way.
You have been highhanded. setting super standards. soon enough youre gonna get your way.
You have been vindictive. you can go and stick it. pretty soon youre gonna get your way.
Dont you go on strike. you know just what I like now. pretty soon youre gonna have your day.
Get your way.
Youre so dramatic, youre too emphatic, but soon enough youre gonna get your way.
Weve been conflicting. youd better start thinking and pretty soon youre gonna get your way.
Dont go on strike. you know what I like. you know how to love me, daddy - loose but tight.
Your mood is down. Im losing ground and soon enough youre gonna have your day.
Get your way.
You make demands, youre out of hand and soon enough youre gonna get your way.
You rage and roar, you pace the floor and soon enough youre gonna get your way.
Your mood is down. Im losing ground and soon enough youre gonna get your way.
Youre so dramatic. youre too emphatic, but soon enough youre gonna get your way.
Have your day.
Get your way.
You have your day. yeah, you get what you want. uh huh.
Get your way. have your day.
Soon enough youre gonna get it, yeah.
Youre gonna get your way.
Have your day. get your way. uh huh. uh huh.
Dont go on strike. you know what I like.
song performed by by Blondie
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Blood stained top
My blood stained top lies on the floor.
Coved in crimson red.
From the bursting seems of my skin.
The blood did pour.
Going all over my top.
As the blood seeps in to my top.
It has made it blood stained.
Like blood tears.
My life remains in tatters.
Like my top I cut to bits.
My skin is sliced to ribbons.
And the blood is oozing,
down my top
Making it blood stained
See the top in the morning.
A memento of the night before.
It won't stop me.
For I'll have to do it again
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Blood On The Floor
Written by jeremy spencer.
Well goodbye world
Its sad but true
Got a date with the hangman
I have to leave you
I shot my darlin
Three times of more
The reason Im goin
Is blood on the floor
The nights are so lonely
The days are so long
Im in the jailhouse
Cause they say Ive done wrong
I dont say Im sorry
I just say Im sore
The reason Im goin
Is blood on the floor (blood on the floor)
Well I came home one night
She were lyin,
With her legs around
Another mans bod
She saw me, stared laughin
But she cried, when she saw my gun
Goodbye world
I guess we must part
Theyre taking my life
Cause I shot my sweetheart
I dont say Im sorry
I just say Im sore
The reason Im goin
Is blood on the floor
Oh the reason Im goin
Is blood on the floor
Oh the reason Im goin
Is the blood on the floor
song performed by by Fleetwood Mac
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Either Or
'Take these tears', she said,
'remember them,
no matter what may come.
True love must be sworn
with either tears or blood.'
'Yes', he agreed,
(through his own) , I'm in.
A bit orphic, maybe, but true.'
And he remembered them
through thick and thin.
Cut it this way or that
a good man knows their worth:
blood. tears.
Knows there's no substitute.
A good woman knows he knows.
poem by Morgan Michaels
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Annotations To Daily Encounters
The room is small, dark, and humid
It usually speaks,
Nevertheless, it is tight-lipped today,
While I undress myself
It looks at me
& Senses the foulness
Of my nudity.
I walk naked towards its hazy windows
Overlooking the strong rains
Pounding those breathing in the
Garden,
The sunflowers are shouting for help
They may die sooner,
While I remain in stand still
Unable to do
What is needed to be done
While everything breathing
Are groping for space.
And I can’t speak to the room either,
About this arrangement of
Predators and prey
Heavy rains and helpless sunflowers
Grandfather and son
Parasites and hosts
Brothers and sisters
Late suns and balding trees.
I am tight-tipped too,
By nature this room is without tongue,
With nothing to say, and interesting to open up, an icebreaker.
It reminds me:
It is about leaves and leaving,
About everybody’s departure, from one reason to another,
Excuses & recluses,
I don’t want to understand & I am logically starved,
Deprived of some perspective about God’s ways,
What I mean is that
This room would not want to listen about what I will say,
There is no room for pacifications anymore.
We are both occupants here, the room
Occupies me,
The pre-occupation in fact is too much
We seem too much mindful of our
Private affairs, in so contemptible manner, as it is bare, as I am naked,
And we don’t speak too many words today there
Are no adjectives for departures, we are too tight-lipped
My chest too congested, and the room too bare
It is short of what to
Expose, what with nothing left, except barrenness and nudity.
Come with us, and be departed.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Cried for Hours
I cried for hours
It was no fault of theirs
They lost the precious lives
My eyes could not believe
How all of sudden man can go wild
Sudden change of turning blind
What would happen to this holy land?
Where foes may act cruel but as friend
Why I should blame the luck?
On simple way I have been struck
I find no hope of survival
It is apparently seen as terror’s arrival
Many lie shattered in pool of blood
All have come here in search of food
They are met with tragic death
We may lament the attack and lay the wreath
I feel like crying further
No option is open and more to bother
Life is totally uncertain
What steps are to be taken to contain?
Many more may be bleeding in streets?
There may be no one to greet
What a pity on human lives?
They have become cheap to knives
Even animals strike only once
They test human blood out of threatened stance
Here human being is hungry of human blood
I try to shed tears for no good
I may pray almighty to give them little sense
Stop all innocent killings and nonsense
It may do no good to humanity as well
There won’t be any body left to tell
We may depart at inappropriate time
Assassin’s bullet may pierce through some times
What will be left behind except painful cry?
All responsible persons should gather strength and ask why
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Rare To Achieve
The creative process takes effort.
Many believe the expression itself is easy.
No announcements made are necessary,
To proclaim an interest to start what is desired...
But repeatedly does not begin.
It takes more than hours!
It takes years to hone a craft...
From love, blood, sweat and tears.
And many are not connected to what they deem as easy.
Several may get upset...
Because no support from others they get.
Why?
Well...
Let's analyze it!
Very few concepts that are lipped,
Arrive to the wrists.
With sleeves rolled up to the elbows.
It is more glamorous to say what it is one wishes to see done.
Than it is to realize it and have it shown under the Sun.
And a work truthfully in progress,
Is seldom mentioned until a finished product is seen.
Few projects move from discussion to completion.
And the ones that do...
Require a focus to get done with collective discipline.
And this,
Is extremely rare to achieve in 'most' small minded communities!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Great OD
One Pill
Two Pills
Three Pills
FOUR.
Ten Pills
Twenty Pills
Fifty Pills
FLOOR.
Fall down-
Hit the gorund.
Eyes they blur,
Can't make out a word.
Spinning in circles
Can't seem to breathe
Legs they are swollen
Feet they feel weak
Laughing and crying
It seems like a joke
Like a game you're not playing
With the clear of the smoke
Reaching for help
Needing a hand
Can't even try
To sit
Or to stand
Falling back down
Breaths become weaker
You're starting to drift
Drift even deeper
Hopsital visit
At four in the 'mourn
Heart it seems broken
Yes, heart it seems torn
Parents-awake!
Daughter is dying...
She's left in a heap
On the floor crying
Carted away-
Strapped to a bed
'You're luck you're still-
Alive and not dead! '
But, it seems like a play
It just doesn't seem real
Yet, it's this pulse that they want
It's this life that they steal
Vials of blood
They seem to take
As smiles and sanity
You continue to fake
Grinning through tears
You try to hide
All of the pain
You hold onto your pride
Regurgitation
Takes over now
Out with the bottle;
Out with it somehow
'Everything will be okay-'
You hear in your sleep
You hear them say
But, then you are choking
And, dreaming and done
And, there just simply is no way
That it's these pills that have won
When you awake
When you come to
The pills are now gone
And, you are once again you
And, the pain it subsides
For merely one day
As you fall to your knees
And you begin to pray
You thank the lord
You're still alive
And, you let out a breath
And, you let out a sigh
As you finally see
You finally realize
That it just simply was not
Your time to die.
© copyright 2002 Nicole Settimi/Dark Lyric Poetry
Dark Lyric Poetry by The Dark Artist Nicole Settimi
poem by Nicole Settimi
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