Damager poems on Hello Poetry

Ricknight Oct 2014

Damager

If patience is a virtue,
I have things I want to undo,
8 pm was the curfew,
Where could I run to?
I ran to Canada,
False promises, my only damager,
They try to assassinate my character,
The struggle is never ending,
And I ain't done defending,
The thin strings once severed,
There is no mending

Mark Lecuona Mar 2012

Collateral Damager

He has a wife
And three children
And he joined the army
But there is no such thing as toy soldiers

He became everything they wanted him to be
A soldier
A warrior
Able to pull the trigger
But today he pulled the wrong one
The one that was for him
And him only

He wasn't following orders
Just his own
A mind is a terrible thing to waste
And his was wasted

It was time to ****
Non-believers
Sixteen people who don't believe
Not in Jesus anyway
Well they do
Sort of
But not like they believe in Mohammed

That's right
He shot them
Now everyone's mad

"Why?
Because everyone is dead!
Just dead!
I killed them!
That's what ******' happens!
Why are you surprised?"

They dropped an atomic bomb once
He got a medal

True Lyricist Oct 2014

Anarchy

Anarchy
Grows in my heart organically
I'm sky high
Don't apply to no gravity
Mid'flight dog fightin' with insanity
Crash to the floor
My eyes burning with clarity
Mind state retaliate eradicate depravity
Assassinate a character
Animate a passenger
Blind hate.
The scavenger
The ravager
Ravish all the challengers
And massacre the amateurs
Banish all the stragglers
Smack with em a cannister
**** sliding down the bannister
Pay my debts like my second name was Lannister
Vanish like a phantom of the avatar
The damager
The battler

The traveller
Unravel grammar to the patter of a tabor
Lavender growing in the gravel in the castle by the channel

Abdullateef Moshood Oct 2019

They were here yesterday

They were here yesterday
Acting like they wouldn’t fade
All over the place
Showcasing their beautiful face
Their 6pack on display
The only thing they can’t devour is age
Now there they lay
In an everlasting grave
In ah non-stopping pain
Rust and decay

They were here yesterday
Powerful and filthy rich
Looking twenty-five when they’re fifty-six
Coz they’re dully fit
Balling at the peak
Immortality is the only thing
They couldn’t reach
Coz their kryptonit kit
Wouldn’t keep them till a hundred and fifity-six
What a meteoric hit this freak is in

They were here yesterday
Beautiful black woman looking blonde
Balenciaga is the only thing they rock
And when they talk
The autumn leaves start to fall
They only ball with handsome boys
Celebrities and hoodies thugs
Now they’re really shove
They’re 42 but they look 64
No; I’m not talking Celin Dion

They were here yesterday
Fighters; warlords; boxers and wrestlers
Knights of A-tactical
their fist was a face damager
teeth scavenger
damage ya; cerebrovascular
they belong to clique of great caliber
they’re stars of nebula
like space manager
but now they’re bodybag in that rectangular box
layed in an ambulace bus

They were here yesterday
But where are they today
Where are they now?
They’re layed down
Six feet graveyard
No more summer at texas
Not even wildlife safari in Capetown
Zero Gucci and Louis-Vuitton
And when they’re judged
By the creator; there’d be nowhere to run
Their deed is the only they get in turn
Either to be blessed or forever burn
So stop living a life of ****
For tomorrow when you’ll be no more
Is soon to come

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