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Emily Feb 2019
They ignored my cries.
They fell for my disguise.
They think I'm weak,
but they couldn't have been more wrong.
I'm out of mercy.
Their future is bleak,
and it's been too long,
to even compromise.
I will rise.
Gabby Feb 2019
Love is a fragile piece of glass.

Drop it, and it'll break but,

Love it, protect it, and it'll be too hard to break.

Hurt it more and more, and it'll crack to the core.

When you break it...it'll come back revenge,

Sharper and stronger than ever.

Don't dare laugh at a heartbreak, or it will come back and attack.

Instead of letting the pain build up, release it into the fire.

Let the tears fall, when you breathe again,

Stand up tall and don't let yourself fall.
This is a really personal poem. I've been through a lot, and this is basically me.
دema flutter Feb 2019
I don’t crave revenge and grudges,
my soul doesn’t feed on anger,
it feeds on confrontations as
it only craves the truth.
Chrissy Feb 2019
I will watch your whites turn pink, because I put my red sock in your laundry
out of spite
what better revenge
Belle ame Feb 2019
Saw you again,
With the same gleam in your eyes, you once had;
You look happier in fact,
And that crushes my heart,
You seemed to be joyous and forgotten the past,
While I sit here regretting everything,
And you seem to care about nothing.

The fault lies in me, was thinking of revenge,
Should’ve left it on Karma:

You made a Lacuna in my heart,
And you thought I’m defeated?
I’m gonna fill it with my dreams, success;
Not going to regret anymore,
I did what was right for me; Now
I’ll do what is Best.
pio son pie Feb 2019
were you the one who hadn't recognized,
or
expecting some worse revenge?
I might be
the worst of your worst thought of us.
this poem is initially for someone's doubtful think about his/her partner had thought about someone was not doing good. her/his dreadful thought can be harmful to our relationship. to reveal that the bad past shouldn't have existed and what for that happen until the future of our existence, love?
Chris Feb 2019
If I wrote a poem for every ******* who I should've killed cold dead,
but I didn't
I would have written a thousand poems.

If I killed every ******* who I should have,
I wouldn't be writing poems,
I'd be happy.
Aoi Feb 2019
Kept hearing the ticktocks,
It is time to start my little game
Eyed the prey as he talks,
Hope he still remembers my name

At the dusky street,
Where I started what is planned
Took him long to accept defeat,
Pinned him until he stopped struggling on
the land

Took my blade and stabbed his orbs
Oh, what disgusting views it absorb!
These pair of eyes, I despise
For it was used to spy on my sister's
thighs

His sinful hands, I chopped
He heard how my sister begged but he
never stopped
These hands that traveled my sister's
pearl,
This is what I had witnessed when I was a
little girl

Lastly, his little shaft
I slashed it in half
This little thing is the reason why we mourn,
For she slaughtered herself with a baby unborn

She had commited the unforgivable sin
For she was sexually abused at the age of
fifteen
I stood up to desert the venue,
My dear sister, I have venged for you
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