T's corruption that killed a nation
under the weight of a fat felon,
with his forced crushing poverty,
education failed, the laws hurt the
victims, he rapes the land with
construction and unnecessary
deforestation.

A criminal sits where a leader once
sat, now he's crushing us with his
fat and wrinkles of decay.

His face is a reminder of the devil,
he's an orange fat mass of sin,
with his damaged goods
over processed grease and
rotting flesh.

He's a dragon with multiple heads,
with multiple fake crowns, his wife
is the scarlet in red. She's a supporter
of dreed and the devil's her groom.

I can hear the devilish trumpet
playing its tune. The devil's here
he's trying to crush the house
with his massive fat a$$.

He's the bringer of doom.

©️ 2025 By Amanda Shelton

One last gasp, one last beat,
one last breath... That's me,
the devil said to me.

I can smell your sickness,
I can be your weakness or
your disease.

Wishing you never met me,
lay you down next to me,
the devil stole your desire heart
and possibilities.

Ruins ashes and disease,
remains of tortured hearts,
bleeding all over the floor
falling at your feet.

Statues of passed lovers shattered
scattered upon the stage.

Reminders of who I use to be,
One last gasp, one last beat,
one last breath... That's me,
the devil said to me.

Bring me to life, with a zombie bite,
your cure is the disease.

When everyone is infected
do we all become the cure?

Ruins of lies, amongst maggots and flies is where the devil rains.

Gravedigger, gravedigger, dig me a grave. Make me a stone engraved with my name, but don't give the devil my address please.

©️ 2025 By Amanda Shelton

Rope, tight, bounce back
now fly...

Tug tug tugawar...

My boat flew when I dreamt of you,
but you stole my heart and now
you've got to boom! boom!
boom-boom! boom-boom!
out of my life.

You left me bruised, a ****** scene,
shattered and tied.

Your chains I broke, my tears drowned your abuse.

Oh your nothing but ghostly lies,
gastly Wolfie lies. Howling, crawling
like a beastly wound lurking in the depths of my life. Abuse!

The evidence of you is written upon my skin, like an infection you festered and annoyed me until I treated your affliction.

©️ 2025 By Amanda Shelton

From the poet,
I bleed ink so you don't have to.

My pains are smeared across
this post, splattered shattered broken
and shredded, for all to see and
witness the choke.

Chained by society,
held down by anxiety,
depression thinks I'm a joke,
laughing in my face reminding me
of everything I lack.

My abuser is a shadow,
doesn't matter how far away
they are, their ghost is my enemy.

Suffering is my companion,
like a knife it stabs me to remind me
its never far behind me.

Though I struggle, I grow stronger,
I grew a thicker skin, my scars are
a reminder of where I've been.

From the poet,
I bleed ink so you don't have to,
I grow poems through my heartbreak
and strife. I became the knife and my
struggles are my scars.

Its my life.

©️ 2025 By Amanda Shelton

Of velvety petals,
thy beauty grows
rising from the night shadows,
a rose blooms in the moonlight.

Thy thorny stem wraps around
the bushes, as thy scent lingers
in the night air, bringing its lovely
perfume for everyone to enjoy.

Your lacy trim and blood red decor
is so divine, it makes you shine
within an enthral sky.

Ode to thy rose,
may you bloom forever
within the enthral realm
of a great design as a poem
plotted and cultivated by
my poetic mind.

©️ 2025 By Amanda Shelton

Like flies,
lies breed maggots of deceit,
eating away at moral values,
leaving nothing but ruins.

They fester in your life,
causing devastation
and disease rot and
pollution.

It has many names,
but only one meaning.

Lies lay beneath,
as you fester and plot
preparing for the next crop.

Deceit is like death,
it kills all possibilities.

©️ 2025 By Amanda Shelton