"avenger" poems
*Prologue (goddess)
When the war of the beasts
Brings about the world's end
The goddess descends from the sky
Wings of light and dark spread afar
She guides us to bliss
Her gift everlasting
Act 1 (the wanderer)
Infinite in mystery
Is the gift of the goddess
We seek it thus
And take it to the sky
Ripples form on the water's surface
The wandering soul
Knows no rest
Act 2 (the hero)
There is no hate only joy
For you are beloved
By the goddess
Hero of the dawn
Healer of worlds
Dreams of morrow
Hath the shattered soul
Pride is lost
Wings stripped away
The end is nigh
Act 3 (the abhorred)
My friend, do you fly away now
To the world that abhors you and I
All that awaits you
Is a somber morrow
No matter where the winds may blow
My friend your desire is the bringer of life
The gift of the goddess
Even if the morrow is barren of promises
Nothing shall forestall my return
Act 4 (the avenger)
My friend, the fates are cruel
There are no dreams
No honour remains
The arrow has left
The bow of the goddess
My soul corrupted by vengeance
Hath endured torment
To find the end of the journey
In my own salvation
And your eternal slumber
Legends shall speak
Of sacrifice at world's end
The winds sail over the waters surface
Quietly but surely
Act 5 (the sacrifiser)
Even if the morrow
Is barren of promises
Nothing shall forestall my return
To become the dew
That clenches the land
To spare the sands
The seas and the sky
I offer thee this silent sacrifice*
Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 11:27 AM UTC
[Verse 1]
Monster sized swag; not modest bout my splendor
Marvel at the flag and I'm the ultimate avenger
Buck Rodgers, D-Bird yep I'm the number one contender,
So I gotta uphold this rep of bein uncontrollable
so I'll take the lead, I hold the world beneath my feet
I'm a fiend, elite
Haze so cloudy cause I be blowin Swisher Sweets
Drug addiction is my disease
It's my expertise
See here's the masterpiece:
Raps lobotomize
I'm traumatized since 1993
[Verse 2]
Victimized by the lies
of this trifilin enterprise
You can front but you can't hide
There's no fault behind your eyes
So I hope this insult will suffice
It should come as no surprise
A grin will spread across my face
From side to side
My ***** mouth will mesmerize
hypnotized, memorize
the words that escape my lips
I'm a degenerate unabridged uncut
You're a ************* ****
Go hang yourself from a bridge
Here's a rope, I hope you choke
******* ******* smoochie smoochie
Only chains you got is Gucci
Y’all basic brothers rep that set
But fake like that 2chi
[Verse 3]
man I get so high,
Now watch me get higher
Watch me take flight
As my wings soar skyward
You know I'ma fighter
So watch me take my place
As I eat this rap game up
and then spit it in your face
Now pass me a lighter
see me rollin while I bake
I mean I'm not a pastry maker,
but I still bake for the sake
My rhymes are so ill
They're gonna make you sick
I be tweetin on my twitter
While Betty Crocker ***** my **** uh
[Verse 4]
Reid between the lines son and please proceed with caution
Alien splittin kilos, I be one tweaked ****** martian
I'm five steps ahead and these haters ****** forfeit
You four feet tall and I'm so high I'm in ****** orbit
Make these snitches sleep with fishes
How ****** vicious spittin mischief
****** trippin out these hypocrites
Dishin out these disses which
Bein inconsiderate
in this fast paced game of chase
But if I wanted to catch your drama
I'd just go check my facebook page *****
Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 3:30 AM UTC
The night has its allure
The contrast of the light
Against the dark
Where faces become blurred,.
Intentions hide in truth
Walking in shadows
Unknown steps….
Leading to nowhere,
And taking a chance….
Misty eyes that sparkle,
blue in color pale
Sunshine in your smile
Gestures flowed with wine
Like a chameleon
You came one night….
And then disappeared
Out of sight….
Who are you?
Lovely lady of the night,
Black be your color
Blue be your life,
Crimson the sky
That watched you go by,
Never to return
From shadows engulfed
Fragrant dahlia a lifeless scent…
We’ve never known you
But know you all too well…
Your story is common
The beginning and the middle
At best,
But in the end the mythic tragedy
Turns its horns upon the beast….
What can we do the least…
But to run and run and run
Try to find you
Try to find the devil in you
Try to slay the slayer
The lavender avenger….
May you rest in peace, sweet child
The pieces scattered forth
In grasses strewn
with blood, invisible..
The essence of your
Tortured mind and
Myriad soul…
Many men have chased
their dreams of you
The blue eyed black
dahlia of the night
What prevailed is the secret,
Weary light….
Who begs to shine on your grave
Because in you, no one can save…..
But you haunt us far and near….
Like the waters muddy clear..
So farewell, oh lovely lady
Let the dahlia rest upon your hair
After all these years you are still fair
After all these years, we still do care….
Longing for your eyes that dare…
Shine the light on darkness lair….
You will never be forgotten
But your mystery remains…
Your epitaph shall read…
"She’s a star, a shimmering light,
And forever spreading, shining bright…."
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 9:21 PM UTC
Space and dread and the dark--
Over a livid stretch of sky
Cloud-monsters crawling, like a funeral train
Of huge, primeval presences
Stooping beneath the weight
Of some enormous, rudimentary grief;
While in the haunting loneliness
The far sea waits and wanders with a sound
As of the trailing skirts of Destiny,
Passing unseen
To some immitigable end
With her grey henchman, Death.
What larve, what spectre is this
Thrilling the wilderness to life
As with the ****** shape of Fear?
What but a desperate sense,
A strong foreboding of those dim
Interminable continents, forlorn
And many-silenced, in a dusk
Inviolable utterly, and dead
As the poor dead it huddles and swarms and styes
In hugger-mugger through eternity?
Life--life--let there be life!
Better a thousand times the roaring hours
When wave and wind,
Like the Arch-Murderer in flight
From the Avenger at his heel,
Storm through the desolate fastnesses
And wild waste places of the world!
Life--give me life until the end,
That at the very top of being,
The battle-spirit shouting in my blood,
Out of the reddest hell of the fight
I may be snatched and flung
Into the everlasting lull,
The immortal, incommunicable dream.
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Hello, Hello
You avenger of the dark
I see you sulking, waiting
Are you hunting or do you fear the light,
Vampire?
Vampire, Vampire
This place is your temple
Your victim the lamb
Are those fangs for blood or romantic
Desire?
Desire, Desire
Hearts pumping life
Lovers hunting lovers hauntings
Do you fear the cross or the sun's
Fire?
Fire, Fire
Set to burn
Sent to blaze
Shall I burn your world or show you the
Empire?
Empire, Empire
Watch it grow
'Till it crashes and falls
Will you save yourself, or feed on the ******
Vampire?
Feb 28, 2011
Feb 28, 2011 at 6:30 PM UTC
The Avenger from Oklahoma
she was a doll faced little lady
looking so demure looking so sweet
she would bat her eyes and smile
and then knock you off your feet
you see she was the avenger
looking for men who had done wrong
she carried a snub-nosed 38
and she would blow you away for a song
seems her sister had been slighted
left all alone and broken hearted
threw herself out of the window
and Annie finished what she started
she found the ******* who slighted her sis
made him fall for her with her magic lips
she shot him in his own bedroom
and walked away swinging her hips
but that wasn't the end of her journey
she decided revenge her life's passion
making heart breakers pay the price
working as a model in design and fashion
she would lure in all the playboys
make them melt with her charms
and just when they were ready to cash in
she'd put a bullet in each of his arms
she would disappear into the night
keeping the cops off her trail
her legend went on for over 20 years
most swearing it was just a fantasy tale
Gomer Lepoet...
Nov 2, 2013
Nov 2, 2013 at 10:59 PM UTC
You'll never see certain things in the news
Wonder Woman, coming, totally unglued
Superman, tripping on his cloak
Green Lantern, while lighting up a smoke
Ironman, paying out, his Avenger dues
The Hulk wearing spandex, and tiny ballet shoes
Captain America, his shield, being broke
Batman caught, telling a good joke
Wolverine passing gas, asking to excuse
Storm in the bathroom, blushing, as she poos
Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 10:00 PM UTC
There is not much to gamble
a drunk ramble,
midnight gunshots
but the city didnt hear,
because violence is it's old peer
and there nothing peaceful
when putting a wager
a blade being your avenger
I'm balling
gambling, falling
and there is the traffic,
spills on the road like molten gold
all the smoke coming out of one *****
city a two thousand years old
Only god really judges you here
because god's not a bureaucrat
look at people and memories leer
and where exactly
is this god of yours at?
Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 3:57 AM UTC
Honey West being a TV series show
A fast moving Avenger always on the go
Honey West weapons being her hands
One Karate chop always at her demand
The villains were something to explore
There was always a plot to throw Honey West off
However careful theory was her mind in of
Battle cry of the villains when Honey West gave a good chop
Her technique and skill was something that just wouldn’t stop
Honey West hands were a systematic approach
When she moved them they were no joke
Honey West hands were used at every chance
It was the villains she was going to advance
Honey West always proved to villains they will no longer prance
It will be justice that will have its stance.
Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 9:26 AM UTC
**Fear upon the soul
teardrops of a frightful heart,
nightfall's avenger**
Jan 20, 2014
Jan 20, 2014 at 2:43 PM UTC
I always hear the old saying
“cut off the limb.”
Unfortunately,
my heart convinced my mind
to allow the infection to evolve
and grow into a whole new limb
that became a toxic person.
Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 10:34 AM UTC
There once was a man who travelled in time
He gladly left his home for adventure
And found it doing scientific crime.
He was called a prophet and avenger.
They easily became his profession.
He dealt swift justice regarding the past,
Leaving to some a confused impression.
His large amount of deeds was unsurpassed.
He was hooked to the future like a dream.
The world was his and he had all options,
and nothing was grander than his esteem,
but one desire consumed him like toxins.
He wanted his close companions to brag
But he no longer knew future from past.
May 28, 2012
May 28, 2012 at 11:59 AM UTC
Magnify Thy LORD With Me.!!
Thursday, June 18, 2015
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Oh LORD Our GOD, How Excellent is Your Name in All the Earth, who have set Your Glory Above the Heavens.! Out of the Mouth of Babes and Nursing Infants, You have Ordained Strength, because of Thou Enemies, that Thou may Silence the Enemy and the Avenger. When I Consider Your HeaVens, the Work Of Your Fingers, the Moon and the Stars, which You have Ordained, What is Man that You are Mindful of Him, and the Son Of Man that You Visit Him? For You have Made Him A Little Lower than the Angels, and You have Crowned Him with Glory and Honor.. You have Made Him to have Dominion over the Works Of Your Hands; You have put all things under His Feet.! HALLELUYAH.! All Sheep and Oxen- Even the Beasts of the Field, The Birds of the Air, and the Fish of the Sea that Pass through the Paths of the Seas. Oh LORD, Our GOD, How Excellent is YouR Name In All The EARTH.!!
GOD Is Our Strength,
GOD Is Love,
GOD With Us,
GOD Bless,
Peace and Love.!!
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Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 3:00 AM UTC
Slashing, swallowing tongues of fire
Igniting his own funeral pyre
The soldier stumbles, heartstrings rent
From his gun’s chamber, bullets spent
Haggard and ruined, he cries surrender
Welcoming death as his soul’s avenger
Faltering, crumbling, face to the earth
He closes his eyes and accepts his unbirth
Sep 29, 2011
Sep 29, 2011 at 4:09 AM UTC
Friday afternoon and there she stood. Her phone in one hand and my breathe in the other. She glowed and made me think creator had placed an angel on this earth for me, for at least today.
Her and me, we drove around for a little bit like two fools...maybe I was just the fool. I couldn't look at her for too long without her eye meeting mine and I'd blush (which is nice and new).
Her eyes looked as if I was staring into two explosions of brown inside green that had been stilled in time and placed here to bless any person who had the chance to hold that lovely gaze.
After walking around the river and talking for a few little hours, I know I meet someone who other men would write songs for. Her elegance made me wonder what sort of person could even think of harming her in any way.
You know, I could use all the fancy words and phrases now, but let me tell you this. When I was next to her just listening to her voice, smiling with her smile, or looking as her eyes lit up that edge of the bench...the only word tumbling through my head was "...wow".
It's a good thing she had to leave, if she hadn't I would have sat there on that bench with her for the rest of my life. We would have new presidents, empires would have risen and fall, the Avenger 2 would have come out and I would still be sitting there smiling and blushing every time she said my name.
Jun 25, 2013
Jun 25, 2013 at 3:07 PM UTC
His black devices,
The victim, forever on the rack.
He could play upon them as he choose
Would they arouse him with a throb of agony?
While thus suffering,
The avenger had devoted himself.
Uprose a grisly phantom,
Not just the external presence, but the very soul.
The great judgement day,
That moment of his ecstasy.
Laid his hand upon his chest,
The profoud depth was remarkable, his spirit now withdrawn.
A dark transfiguration,
Brought them a gloomier hour,
Silence out of the abyss of sadness.
The past is gone, and so am I.
Gone, with the Angel of Death.
Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 10:01 AM UTC
I'm the worded avenger,
The clickety-clack of typewriters delight.
These are all I have of me,
Words that don't betray and leave.
What else can there be?
But empty pages filled with hollow words,
Leave all to be desired.
For reading can lose all its love,
When all words created expire.
May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 8:12 PM UTC
crusaders
christianized, zealous warmongers with ****** stains on stainless steel blades
hauling with them the great flapping insignias of royalty, emblems of their special heritage
disregarding the fact blood flows warm and fast all the same, nobody spared
familiar ties shattered over petty disputes of land and territory in the name of a great purpose
a great purpose disguising glory-seekers and painters whose favorite color is red
led by a massive snowy warhorse with crimson hooves and jet black beady eyes
old, worn, and of a raggedy golden mane forever worshipped
it is my fate to follow
(that’s what they tell me)
crusaders
biblical storytales springing to life as they gallivant across the country singing do-goods
while their actions connotate some great demon lurking about behind their holy words
valiant warriors in service to a mighty omnipresent deity watching woefully from above
as they unnecessarily **** innocents that they knew it was wrong to ******
blind belief is as alive as bloodlust to them, screaming their lungs out for the almighty
they are the salvation and the scourge, leeches of the land and lordly leaders for long
fearful eyes of aliens stare to the sky and grovel in a piteous attempt for mercy
he cannot condone this
(and that’s what they don’t)
crusaders
knights of cardboard armor and ironclad skulls falling by the thousands
yet they relentlessly hunt the enemy like predatory raptors of the past, voracious
not yet declawed or defanged as they are before the plastic wisdom of man claiming to be
the god of glory, gold, and gore; suddenly he is a savage ravager and avenger of the undead
men swear themselves to a cloaked idol in order to become accusers of the guilty
when the openness of perception may be all that is truly necessary
even kings are defenseless against the all-consuming force of religious blessing
how is it just?
crusaders
god’s greatest success
crusaders
god’s greatest regret
(am i both or neither?)
Mar 4, 2019
Mar 4, 2019 at 10:26 PM UTC
He hides his true intentions under a cloak of lies,
He seems like the perfect knight for the princess,
But it always seems,
That he never is,
He hides a knife under this hidden cloak,
And strikes whenever least expected,
And leaves a girl with a broken heart,
Bleeding with heartbreak,
And he leaves with a smile on his face,
To get another victim,
With his trusty knife,
And his trusty Cloak,
To strike another merciful heart,
But that is when the Brave Avenger comes,
And Slays him,
With a few blows of truth,
And mends the girls heart,
And,
The girl and the Avenger live happily ever after,
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Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 8:16 PM UTC
It’s a tail where Batman and Robin are the victims
Its goes beyond Gotham City crime comprehension
However, Batman and Robin are captioned in sublime
The Batmobile wants to fight crime alone
The Batmobile ejected Batman and Robin and let it be shown
The Batmobile is more equipped
Batman and Robin just didn’t fit
There’s no room with a backseat
Batman and Robin will have to sum up a defeat
Gotham City crime waves will be justified by the Batmobile
Yet Batman and Robin are concentrating on is this car for real?
The fact remains that the cape crusaders just can’t deal
The Batmobile being the new avenger being the feel
It’s the car with electronics on wheels
The Villains don’t stand a chance and will have to deal
The reel could very well read
“The Batmobile Crime Stopper intends to succeed”
Batman and Robin have been replaced
They are no longer the ace
It will be the Batmobile and Villains face to face
Batman and Robin are now a erase
Imagine the TV fate slogan, “Batmobile caught by surprise, and didn’t realize. The wheels being anchored down with chains and no movement bound”
Same wheels tomorrow and will the Batmobile overcome its ordeal?
Jul 17, 2017
Jul 17, 2017 at 12:27 PM UTC
It is like the flight of an eagle, with purpose and poise, even for this regal scavenger,
It can be your comic book super hero, whether that be Superman or an Avenger,
Or the astronauts, who trimmed space, who died aboard the shuttle Challenger.
There are those who pass every academic test, may not be easy but they are the best of the best,
Then there are some whose careers take off like rockets, maybe they are brilliant and blessed,
Maybe you are a parent of one or more, raising and loving is natural for your efforts and zest.
I am still, moving, free
to chase, to pursue, while falling behind has become my undoing, I seem out of balance,
unsuccessful, might I be.
There are minutes and hours, days and years, time has flown and ahead follow that essence,
I catch a hint, a wispy
trail when someone passes by, or listen like, the wall-fly I am tasting, the air for excellence.
That is all I can do, taste the air.
Mar 22, 2013
Mar 22, 2013 at 1:50 AM UTC
O Lord our Lord, how excellent
is thy name in all the earth!
who hast set thy glory above the
heavens.
2 Out of the mouth of babes and
sucklings thou hast ordained strength
because of thine enemies, that thou
mightest still the enemy and the
avenger.
3 When I consider thy heavens,
the work of thy fingers, the moon and
the stars, which thou hast ordained;
4 What is man, that thou art
mindful of him? and the son of man,
that thou visited him?
5 For thou hast made him a little
lower than the angels, and hast
crowned him with glory and honour.
6 Thou madest him to have
dominion over the works of thy hands;
thou hast put all things under his
feet:
7 All sheep and oxen, yea, and
the beasts of the field;
8 The fowl of the air, and the fish
lf the sea, and whatsoever passeth
through the paths of the seas.
9 O Lord our Lord, how excellent
is thy name in all the earth!
Mar 26, 2013
Mar 26, 2013 at 1:50 PM UTC
tendril scrawl of
notmuchlongernow,
trellis all thoughts of the sea
in vain.
my brain
is not well.
it resembles
blank page,
dog-eared.
i fell
alongside the angel,
and i'll rise up
with the simpler
constituents
in that beautiful
wonderful tiny lukewarm
yellowish glow.
my little halo
in the compost
worn by the glorious
green bottle fly - lithe, woke, on it.
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 6:05 PM UTC
Oh how it hurts
Words cannot describe
How life’s surprises
Can make one want to die
Yet I am stronger than you
What you did isn’t through
I will prevail
As life is my avenger
The knife you planted so well
I refuse to acknowledge
So when you see me
Don’t think you have won
I can live without you “friend”
You will suffer far more
Though I am the one that bleeds
The further I go with this thing in my back
Your world will continue to crumble
As you are seen for who you really are
Will it be me that returns the favor
Never for I have way to much class
To **** you over or in the ***
So keep your own counsel
You no longer deserve my ear
When you are found wanting more and more
Do not knock on my door
I will bare the pain of betrayal you see
In the end it is better this way
You deserve everything you get
And then some I do not jest
Look me in the eye
I dare you
Face me again
I double dare you
I put you on notice
No longer your punching bag
Your tongue is forked
One side for your truth
One side for some other truth
In the end the real truth will reveal
How ******* up your world really is
And the knife in my back
Will dissolve over time
All you will ever do is whine
I am deliriously happy so you know
Since it is all sunshine and no snow
Take your knife you slime
Stick it where the sun sure doesn’t shine
You are dead to me
I never thought the day would come
When I would consider you nothing but a ***
Garbage on the street
Not even worthy of my feet
I walk on by and will smile
When you drown in your own web
That you weave day by day
Week by week
Good luck old friend
Your happiness is short lived
You know I am right
I guess that is why the knife
Yet I am to good to give it back to you
Stay out of my life
Stop causing me strife
**** on your own life
**** yourself and then someone else
I am no longer accepting deposits
From a **** or a SOB
If the shoe fits wear it
I never turned away
Until this very day
Because while I slept
You deliberately hurt me
Its funny though you see
Your secret will come out
He will find out what you do and don’t
So keep pretending you are so good
In truth you deserve one another
One manipulator to the other
Keep clear of me or you will see
My words don’t just fit this sheet
They can be used effectively
When pushed past the stabbed back
Into a corner I will come out
With my victory
Stay in your hurtful world
I will stay in my solid happy one
Fight til there is none left in you
Then and only then
Will you be worthy of another real friend
And even then I do not know if ready you will be
As you would have to feel
What every other has felt
From your world
As the saying goes
**** me once shame on you
**** me twice
Shame on me
In the end I will WIN!
Written by Niyahlove
Jennifer Humphrey
Jul 2, 2010
Jul 2, 2010 at 1:45 AM UTC
You are my weapon,
my avenger,
the one I unleash
on anyone, anywhere.
Anyone guilty
of my lack of effort,
my frustration,
or of not being kind.
I fire you
for the things I lose
or the ones I fail to overcome.
I keep you tied to my waist,
always loaded,
but never well secured.
I **** you,
like a revolver in my hand,
and pull the trigger
with reckless passion.
Mar 17, 2025
Mar 17, 2025 at 5:55 AM UTC