"betrayers" poems
If someone, you trusted the most betrays you.
People blame you for trusting him "Blindly"
and also quote "Trust No One".
But have you ever seen anyone pointing their fingers
at the person who betrayed you, looking him in the eye
and asked him why would he do that to you
or how dare he betray you or anyone?
No! right?
I feel, the people, the society encourages this betrayal and the betrayers.
If anything such happens around you,
stop giving free pieces of advice and
stop backing him(the betrayer) up.
You better warn the betrayer not to betray anyone
and also quote "BETRAY NO ONE"
What kinda foolish statement is "Trust no one"?
How can you not trust anyone?
So everything you do is just drama!
Acting like you trust him/her,
that's where these betrayers come from.
They are you, who sit silently when betrayal happens
You got to trust! Nothing works without trust!
Why is it, not trusting anyone even an option?
Let's say let's "BETRAY NO ONE"
Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 8:28 PM UTC
There's some sort of magic between the eyes of a resting jaguar. Their languid yawn, opening the gaping maw that lies between their strong teeth, more energetic than their tired paws.
Still and regal, wearing muscles like fine silks, their fur like that final kingly cape and their ears their crown.
A zoo jaguar once met my eyes and in a deadlocked stare, saw the camera in my hands, and turned his head to pose. A prince always knows when to please his peasantry. As a pleased peasant, I snapped pictures and nearly cried at his serene posture behind a wall of glass. There was some sort of uncharted beauty in the way he spoke without words oversaturating his meanings. It was a way I wished to speak. He was a comrade behind glass, silent yet observant and knowing. Though my head might be a good fit for a maw, I nearly wanted to keep him close company.
The dark spots that adorn his body are the only betrayers of the fierce undertones of his monarchy. Well, except for the teeth, of course.
Though I try to unlock my gaze and detach from the gossamer threads that were beginning to tie, the jaguar eyes and jaguar prince incessantly seep into my brain, for when I close my eyes all I can see is theirs staring back at me. All I want is just one hand, a single touch, a gift to feel their crowns and robes, to experience the powerful royalty beneath their quiet eyes, even if being taken by their maw may end up being the price.
My affection becomes jarred by the human hand jostling my wrist, and I blink for the first time since seeing the posing feline prince. My head turns, trance averted, and I'm looked at with perplexion as my body has sidled up to the glass, and the Jaguar, now alert, is swinging its tail and staring in wonderment at me.
My eyes magnetize back to their rightful place, his green eyes on my green eyes, and I wonder what lives we would live like if I could see into his mind and know what's he's like. Perhaps we would be friends, or family, or hunters, or partners, in that other life.
Or, perhaps he'd want to eat me nonetheless.
One more camera shot of my jaguar prince, and a silent nod as he situates himself back to his pose. Restful, regal, serene. Turning away, I feel myself leave a part of me that always stays with him and taking that part of him that stays with me.
Every wild eye does, and our secret we will keep.
Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 10:53 AM UTC
Certainly our city with its byres of poverty down to
The river's edge, its cathedral, its engines, its dogs;
Here is the cosmopolitan cooking
And the light alloys and the glass.
Built by the conscience-stricken, the weapon-making,
By us. Wild rumours woo and terrify the crowd,
Woo us. Betrayers thunder at, blackmail
Us. But where now are They.
Who without reproaches showed us what our vanity
has chosen,
Who pursued understanding with patience like a ***
had unlearnt
Our hatred and towards the really better
World had turned their face?
Who knows? The peaked and violent faces are exalted,
The feverish prejudiced lives do not care, and lost
Their voice in the flutter of bunting, the glittering
Brass of our great retreat,
And the malice of death. For the wicked card is dealt and
The sinister tall-hatted botanist stoops at the spring
With his insignificant phial and looses
The plague on the ignorant town.
Under their shadows the pitiful subalterns are sleeping;
The moon is usual; the necessary lovers touch;
The river is alone and the trampled flower;
And through years of absolute cold
The planets rush towards Lyra in a lion's charge. Can
Hate so securely bind? Are they dead here? Yes.
And the wish to wound has the power. And tomorrow
Comes. It's a world. It's a way.
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Drown out the silence
The snakes come whispering
Slithering
Drown it out with the noise
Tiny quiet close and loud
Drown out the words
The snakes
Hide very still hearing the silence
Imagine the noise to drown the snakes
A wave of sound drowning
I drown in the silence and see
Imagine
The snakes as they drown
They are still here
Creeping in through the cracks of quiet noise
What do the snakes say
They say nothing nothing
It all means something
No noise messages
The silence hurts but the words hurt more
What heart do the snakes have it is all gone only cruel carved stone
What heart do i have it is gone torn apart into silence
Let the tears come
Slow like the thunder
Quiet like the eye of a storm
Loud as the screams I hear
The screams that are mine
As i try to drown out the silence
Scream scream but only I can hear
The snakes still live but protect me not harm me
They surround me like a living shield
And i begin to be proud of them
In my green glowing underwater haven
They whisper but i cannot hear
I don't need to
Most are gone and the few that remain
I know where they come from and who to blame
For the fact they have to stay
Slithering whispering
Drowned out by the lake
Not my snakes but anothers words
In the guise of my symbol
The sorcery comes from my mothers words
Slippery sliding
Venom from a saviour
Like a traitor
Rats squeak
Scurry
Scatter
For snakes eat rats and they protect me
Rats and words
Words and rats
My snakes protect me
Her cats protect her
And then there is the mouse queen
Almost all good but gets nothing done
Doesn't know of the rats of her right hand man
Voice uses them
Betrayers
Do no good
Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 5:56 PM UTC
Yes, you out there wherever you may be
You try to steal our souls in poems
We know you, to the tee
What twisted motives to be us, by proxy, what cowardess you be
What an empty vessel posses you, such sadness, such despair
You pick our hard imagined fruit and not from your own tree
You clone our minds, like leaches on our skin
You wish us harm, you thieving ***
You wormy monster, a slug, next to kin
I curse you
I loath you
I hate you
You stealers of our youth
Betrayers of our written souls
What lacks is pride, and owners of the truth
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 9:10 AM UTC
Whatever happened to that young starry-eyed anarchist in the black suit, with flowing brown curls, eagerly waiting for life to unfurl.
Through you he was replaced by a teary eyed fascist,
carrying a gnarled stave,
silently waiting for the grave.
You were the greatest catalyst, and the strongest of poisons. Now your name is on my list, of betrayers and blasphemers.
Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 12:09 AM UTC
Hexes, rejuvenation
Strange carbon based life forms
The history of their cries
Scrawny weak-minded kings
Weaseling nocturnal betrayers of fortune
Over the shoulder paranoia
Puzzled tourists
With fragmented egos
Yet they produce
Painful generosity
To those who have relived them of their joy
I abandon me dagger eyed campaign
Let them live
I wish to see how they progress and prosper
Dec 19, 2013
Dec 19, 2013 at 1:11 PM UTC
what did i get myself to?
Four letter word and dime and a nickel and a quarter of your time
to a bliss passing by 595
your breathing and chest sinking
your lips calm and keeping ,upon the hours
of a dosing night a lasting high
your front teeth milky white meets my frosty space
the diving hips
a collar trips
man i feel you pull through and it isn't enough to call me some coward
some dancing ***** hanging on to your very lips
you said maybe is there a way
i said nah yoo i ain't raised for that
i am a forty five pound lean launching machine
from outer space to your living set
and busy strutting with vowels and annunciations since i got the power
for the heys and nays
i got the power
i got the power so it
ain't easy to unfold and what hasn't been told before
i ain't some player, goldie lock mean hater
prestigious for the one word betrayers cause it is out bend and crying doesn't work anymore
i got the breast knuckles to my chest and i say the fury of a quiet man is lethal
i am begging you to tell me you aren't danger.
Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 9:23 PM UTC
I write of wrath, of rage and anger,
And murderous thoughts towards my betrayers.
I write with vigor and blood-lust,
In violent tempests, if I must.
I write of the madness she incurred,
In piercing fury, my heart concurred,
For solid as a rock it shows,
And red with rage my aura glows.
I write of indifference, my violated
persona can take only so much hatred.
Await me filling my soul with black,
Dark things as though there was ever a lack.
I write of the tolerance I have left,
For a loving patience of me was bereft.
In faces around me, I wish them only death,
My thought: I wish not the same air in our breath.
I write of the fires of my flaming hate,
The lack of gall in the events of late.
I no longer know how to remain humane,
in a state where anger drives one insane.
Aug 16, 2015
Aug 16, 2015 at 8:01 AM UTC
have we been betrayed or are we the betrayers?
solitary happiness? ...........what the truth? what the lie?
if 2 times 3 does not equal 7.........?
what then my friend?
since the wtc towers could not have fallen as they say what is it we call government?
have we been betrayed or are we the betrayers?
there are so many people all around
good people! can't we tell?
have we been betrayed or are we the betrayers?
american foreign policy? since the wtc towers...........!?
there are so many people all around
writing love poems about not being in love
have we been betrayed or are we the betrayers
there are so many people all around
Aug 18, 2010
Aug 18, 2010 at 10:14 AM UTC
*
*The world we see today
The world we human have made
Polluted, corrupt, unequal,
Filled with
Classism, communal & casteist...
With 70% of flora-fauna extinct
Since advent of agriculture
Industrialization & new age
A world where
People are insensitive
Where they even cheat
Their brother, sister & family
And acquire wealth illegally
This world we live in today
Did not fall from the sky
Did not happen in a day
It happened because
People were indifferent to LOVE
People were indifferent to
Those who LOVED them
Bystanders just stood and watched
Jesus crucified, Mansoor lynched
All LOVERz of history
like...
Layla Majnun
Romeo Juliet
Shirin Farhad
Sohni Mahiwal
Heer Ranjhana
Stand as a reminder
That they and their LOVE
Stood to save
Humanity and the world
The BELOVEDz & LOVERz
Died in longing pain
Because the world
Treated them as sick & mad
Considered them as criminals
And ousted them from
Their lives and society
All throughout history
The LOVERz-BELOVEDz
Died because
There were those who
Even though knew about "LOVE"
Sat back and watched LOVERz
Die a slow painful death
This life, work, wealth,
Money, power, fame
Are tools of the
Modern age we live in
A Machiavellian design
To mark and **** out LOVERz,
Deprive them a right to LOVE
And to finally annihilate them
This is new world's
Biggest betrayal of
To those who came with
The message of LOVE
Every day world demonizes
The one who LOVEz
By calling them names
And keeping them out of
Their lives and society
Three things:
a. The majoritarianism herd mentality
b. The subservient pseudo intelligence
c. And a lack of conscience
Any one alone can not
Destroy LOVE as we know it
But...
A combination of all three
Could prove deadly on
Those who LOVE - like us...
LOVERz are not betrayers of life
But they are the whistle blowers
And the watchdogs of conscience
LOVERz show the mirror of
True self to the world
So that one can save humanity
Where are those who believe in LOVE?
They are here, they live in us..!
In the BELOVEDz - LOVERz,
In YOUz & me, In me & YOUz*
*
Feb 6, 2020
Feb 6, 2020 at 7:10 AM UTC
my mind went white
amongst tiered humans walking like dying elephants.
there are other worlds. other minds. other heart break.
like the needle that sewed my skin when it came apart
there is constant reconstruction below this bewildered place
constantly in a state of shock
in a state of livid chaos
in a state of controlled happiness
held stealthily like the slaves shoulder to iron branding
the screams are loud, but the masters do not hear them
they do not flinch at the sight of this unruly pain
and so we have come to a place this universe has known far too long
the betrayers hand placed so solidly above the heads of those who have become numb
and a shadow above the minds of hope.
In the old market, I walk by a man who's family's hunger is painted on his face
like the gushing of blood red smoke. I had wished to wrap my arms around him for the day/
instead of walking around looking at things he would never dare lay eyes on
for there are mornings when he would give a fragment of his body in return for full stomachs
that sleep in the same room, so small at night/ little reminders that there is a reason behind his
undeniable struggle resting upon his eyes like doormats to homes of the elderly who have been abandoned, peering out the window trying to hold on to one beautiful memory to keep them alive
in there what is to most, the most foreign loneliness.
what will his children be, I ask myself. Why is it me that has been given more and not them.
these thoughts ache in my veins.
I pass by a building, where the rocks are ancient
a small thing it seems left behind by history. vacant .
there is a man selling raspberries that are rich with sweet sap
he stares at them only wishing that his life was as rich
flooding with envy at the sweetness of their nectar
then brakes away in thought to stare at the marvelous ocean
swaying like the beautiful mistress he never met under the arabian sun
droplets of sweat break at the rate of breathe that is taken
on these grunge filled streets, auras coming and going of loss and celebration
Jul 12, 2011
Jul 12, 2011 at 9:27 AM UTC
Judas betrayed Christ with a kiss.
As a confidant, Brutus stuck
the knife in.
The betrayers are
out there,
thick as buzzards,
waiting to crush your
dreams, like crackers for
their big bowls of bones.
At least Jesus knew what
was coming.
I can't tell my
friends from my enemies.
Someday soon, Ill find
peace of mind, and the
betrayers will feast on
themselves.
They always do.
Jul 19, 2021
Jul 19, 2021 at 9:09 AM UTC
we frantic
for secretive places
a cave inlet, dim fire,
where we could claw
each other to pieces
like animals
love a distant scent,
all sweet conversation
make hunting spears
no word is meant
who preys whom
what brings us here
primitive echoes
assail our skins
habitual betrayers
ours, yours, bodies
some lurking thirst
of centuries digs its
claws into flesh
like animals
love a distant scent...
May 25, 2016
May 25, 2016 at 6:06 AM UTC
The darkness creeps up behind me.
I turn and look, what is it I see?
I see the faces of the people who used to care.
They just smile at me, they stare.
Meanwhile I am on fire.
The burning continues as the flames grow higher.
Unable to withstand the pain in my heart.
I wish it would end, I want to go back to the start.
The figures of betrayal wrap around my soul.
Til I am shrouded in darkness, with no clear goal.
No way out, because they keep me trapped in.
What did I do wrong? What terrible sin?
My naive self decides to give the betrayers another chance.
Only to be crushed once again by their morbid dance.
Over and over again they pull me deeper into hell.
They've been doing this since the day I fell.
I just want it to end, I want the pain to end.
Maybe they will help if it's a hand i continue to lend.
And so the vicious cycle goes on and on.
I keep helping them and they eat away at my soul.
And they will keep going until the day I am gone.
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 3:00 PM UTC
a spell changes the consciousness of being
puts a spell on you manipulated by magic
of words the syntactical nature
the world made of words
would you like to let go
a light within the whole
to direct your conscious mind
the magic a real secret
to know the words
that the World is made of
an internal spiritual essence
these words to know
your strength of power
to overcome all that has blocked you
a spell to cast is within you
the words waiting
to touch the tip of your tongue
the spell your arrangement
to pass a person or thing
that has been
holding you back
rise the words above you
and let them settle in
on a piece of paper
the name of it that must submit
begone to never hold you back
doodle an image of betrayers
do what you will with your pen
tell it formally you are above them
above the things done to you
any words to use to change them
say them now
above the paper and pen rise
whisper to it
shout if you will it
vent all the negativity
they have caused you
take the paper and burn it with fire
add more burning let the flames reach higher
now let it burn out completely
in your fire safe container
it all goes add spit ***** or water
done pour on a plant
that grows and grows
to shares the struggle with you
nurture your plant
nurture your self
you are done with the spuded
black sand and glass castles
hold storm water in your hands
to a rickitglen the woods go
we shall wander like vines
our eternal spirit the eternal land
self care spells
talking tree spirits
receive some visions to share gjmars 7/23/15
Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 4:54 PM UTC
how fast we give up
to the thought
and tomorrow shadow
covers us up
but we had set off the place
not existing on the maps
from a shore like a pigeon
we kiss the eyelids of the death
but those ones in the mirror we don’t dare
and drown into our voices
till Marathon is an attack
of a heart
but who will be the messenger
for us
the betrayers
The original:
предателите
как бързо се предаваме
пред мисълта
и сянката на утре
ни затрупва
а тръгнахме от място
несъществуващо на картите
от бряг подобно гълъб
целуваме на мъртвите клепачите
а тези в огледалото не смеем
и давим се в гласовете си
до Маратон е удар
на сърце
но кой ще бъде пратеника
за нас
предателите
*Translator Bulgarian-English: Vessislava Savova
rarebird
© bogpan - all rights reserved.
Dec 11, 2010
Dec 11, 2010 at 12:40 AM UTC
I've been broken by all of my
Betrayers, destroyed all my hope
Burned their bridges back to me,
Torches ignite, scorch the rope.
Subtle barbs of honesty,
Chew away at their being.
Take this curse away from me.
Silence me eternally!
Gnawed to the bone.
Abandoned – all alone.
I’ve lost all ties to that which was once known as my home.
Stripped of all resource.
Lost with no hope of recourse.
Gaze upon me now,
The Pariah!
Stab wounds upon my back.
Eyes beaten blue and black.
You shelter that which orders
Every devastating attack!
Reaching far out,
For help from those who ripped my heart out!
They lash whips at my will, breaking skin, my death has no doubt!
Gnawed to the bone.
Abandoned – all alone.
I’ve lost all ties to that which was once known as my home.
Stripped of all resource.
Lost with no hope of recourse.
Gaze upon me now,
The Pariah!
... ... ...
Gnawed to the bone.
Abandoned – all alone.
I’ve lost all ties to that which was once known as my home.
Stripped of all resource.
Lost with no hope of recourse.
Gaze upon me now,
The Pariah!
Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 6:05 PM UTC
This light, it drifts on in waves
Herald me, let me catch it
Let me drink it.
In the recesses of my mind
My darkness contorts to hide
How it loathes these better times.
As ever, light's tide subsides
Darkness reclaims its wicked halls
And again supersedes all that has come before.
Trapped within this deadened state
The past is all I can't erase
Shudders in the darkness
Mimic the stirring of a soul
How I long for something more
Yet in the darkness of this maze
I am blinded by twisted views of fate.
Sincerity could bring serenity
If only it were real.
Monstrous red flowing from lines of fragile blue
The dark zeal and steel rule supreme.
These are the things of which I dream
Yet again cowardice stays my hand
I lie awake and dream of being that better man
The glorious shards of light brought on by those anonymous smiles
Perhaps they will quiet the darkness for a while.
I convey the words of a source unknown
I assure you, you'd find no pleasure in my own.
To illicit joy, laughter's light
Cut great vast scars in my night
The magnificent contours of green grass and sky
If only this too were not a lie...
How I've yearned, Burned! For those days of light
But the sinewy hands of a loathsome mind
Will grasp and hold the weakness of these times.
I struggle, I scream
Surely a God would cut these ties
Oh kaleidoscope, oh light!
Darkness has seen you sink and fade
I begin to both forget and regret my better days
My mind spies betrayers, witches and fakes
Yet they are your righteous, your angels and namesakes.
And so, I shall dwell in Hell
For this Heaven's sake.
Oct 6, 2011
Oct 6, 2011 at 6:47 PM UTC
Wanderer, why are your feet broken?
Have they lost their will?
What of all the distant lands
yet traveled, ambled towards?
Are their soles growing dim,
forgetting the quest,
regretting the rest,
seeking a peace,
or gathering relief?
They, the betrayers,
led you into the dark...
long ago they conspired:
the left against the right,
the two against the one,
the one against the many.
Are they lost?
Are you found?
Ambushed, then discovered,
a worn sandal,
the soul survivor
of pilgrimages unknown.
Oct 3, 2013
Oct 3, 2013 at 7:55 PM UTC
To those
who abandon the very souls
they once vowed
to die for
hear this...
Even a flower,
plucked and dead
in your careless hand,
will gift you
its fragrance.
It does not curse.
It does not withhold.
It bleeds beauty
for the one
who tore it
from its roots.
So too
do the truest hearts,
they bloom
for their betrayers,
and love
even as they wither.
May 28, 2025
May 28, 2025 at 8:34 PM UTC