"deadliest" poems
Simple words escape ever so parted lips
Voices of the sweetest seduction
My undeniable weakness
“I want you”
Whispers of the finest intentions
The warmth of your breath brushes across my ear
Fingertips glide down the shapeliest of curves
Caressing jewels
Excitement builds
Moans escape...
Drenched in the sweetest place
Passion
Inhale, Exhale
The deadliest of pleasures
My needs, your wants
All accounting for desperate measures
Start, Stop
Location is no matter
Subtract clothes
Divide legs
I speak in tongues your body loves to hear
Tracing lines in ways you cannot manage to bear
I am the worst of teasers.
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 10:53 PM UTC
Her eyes spoke to me;
The deadliest story,
A burden of trust in true loves mourning.
When two hearts meet,
A beating vessel will rhyme,
A chime for two at loves first time,
A pump that quickens,
A panic arise,
How cruel can Love be—when at first sight?
Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 10:46 PM UTC
I am much too alone in this world, yet not alone
enough
to truly consecrate the hour.
I am much too small in this world, yet not small
enough
to be to you just object and thing,
dark and smart.
I want my free will and want it accompanying
the path which leads to action;
and want during times that beg questions,
where something is up,
to be among those in the know,
or else be alone.
I want to mirror your image to its fullest perfection,
never be blind or too old
to uphold your weighty wavering reflection.
I want to unfold.
Nowhere I wish to stay crooked, bent;
for there I would be dishonest, untrue.
I want my conscience to be
true before you;
want to describe myself like a picture I observed
for a long time, one close up,
like a new word I learned and embraced,
like the everyday jug,
like my mother's face,
like a ship that carried me along
through the deadliest storm.
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Daddy is almost 60 years old now.
His fragile arms wrap around me like a porcelain doll as he takes his last drag of his cigarette. He tells me it won’t **** him.
Two weeks ago, my dad found my hand-me-down blades. I told him he did not need to worry because my addiction of the blades painting my canvas has been replaced to the deadliest addiction; loving a boy.
Everyone has an addiction.
Addiction is passed down from generation to generation.
That’s probably why my brother has the addiction of letting acid flow through his lips.
Mommy has the addiction of having a man in different cloths sleep next to her at night,
And ***** has the addiction of letting her boyfriend leave black and blue “love marks” all over her body, and yet she still has the audacity to say that she loves him.
I met a boy today that told me his addiction was needle, I asked him how.
He told me that it comes as natural as you need to drink water and his arms were marked up with pinpoint bumps like hills but despite the green they were purple and blue leading up to his shoulders, then I saw one on his neck. But this one seemed different, it seemed like a rope was strangling him and up above was a branch of hope flowing down the drain, because his opportunities were caged in a non-existent box.
Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 7:51 PM UTC
As snowflakes fell
You made your way towards me
You were glowing under
The silver rays of moonlight
Running towards me
As I stood still
Left breathless and steady
As you catch me in your embrace
I know I can't resist
I know you'll never let me
No matter how much
We remind ourselves that
This relationship is so wrong
I guess we just can't
Help being in love with
Each other's psychotic tendencies
If you only knew about
The war raging inside me
This conflict that slowly kills me
Whenever I confront this truth
That no matter how much
We try to adjust things
We were never even made
For each other in the first place
You clung to me tightly
Never wanting to let go
Tears falling down your face
Irresistible even in your saddest phase
I'm on the edge with you
Desiring you more than ever
Even when the world tells me
That we're totally bad for each other
You sink your nails on my arms
Hastily pulling my face to yours
Kissing me viciously sweet
Like the sweetest poison for me
And even when it hurts
Even when it makes me go insane
Even when I know its all lustful wanting
Everything you do to me feels so right
Tonight is a dangerous night
Lust hides beneath the passion
Love blurred by wanton desire
And yet I still want you to stay
The violent beasts that we truly are
Waiting to surface and be unleashed
As bodies dripping in cold sweat
Collide in a destructive union
You are my sweetest poison
You are my deadliest desire
No matter how much they say otherwise
You are the one I wrongfully chose
May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018 at 10:34 AM UTC
Touch me, I am fragile but I know I will not break. If you look at me long enough your eyes will start to water based on the saltiness of my skin because of the sea's I've swam to get to the place I'm in now. Open, closed, I've ran back and forth a hundred times, I am the weakest link and the leader of the group. If you sawed me in half you'd see three things: my barely pumping heart, a toxic amount of love, and a will to survive.
Touch me, but be gentle, because although I learnt to withstand even the deadliest of summer heat your cold heart isn't something my body is used too. Close your eyes, count to ten, am I on your mind? No. Throw me into the ocean. I'm no use to you then. It's cloudy but it doesn't rain, mid 70's but no humidity, my heart is sore, but I'm breathing. Oh god, I don't know how, but I will continue.
Touch me, be rough, ***** make it a melody and prove to me all I'm missing out on by not being enough for you. Afterward, I want a list of ten things I can change so that I will be enough for you. Make it a hundred if you have too, I just want to be enough for you. Staple it to my forehead, toss me in the ocean. I'm not here for your approval, only my own, and I don't think I'll be content in who I am until I'm something you think is worthwhile. Push me on the ground and kick me as hard as you can, make this pale skin your canvas, I want bruises and blood, six broken bones and a concussion to match. Make me hate you. Babe, all I've got is love.
Touch me, one last time, but don't let go until the end of this lifetime. This love became a competition long ago, and boy do I love to win. Tonight the universe spoke to me and it told me here is where I need to be, and I think it wants me to fight. Put on your armor, give me some weapons, I'm here for the long haul and I'm taking every prisoner I can. Touch me because I am weak and I need to learn to be strong so I can withstand this, 'cause baby this love feels like seeing a doctor coming towards you with a needle the size of your head, "oh don't worry sweetie this will only hurt a tad", ******** I still felt it a week after. But this one, **** I'll be lucky if it doesn't still sting in a year...
Touch me, please. I'm begging you. I need to feel alive, but you've been suffocating me and my heavy heart. How am I supposed to survive when loving you feels like death?
Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 4:01 AM UTC
The sound of my snoring is just as loud
as the roars of every great beast
roaring ecstatically in a chorus of roars
my brother told me
he woke up at 3:00 A.M
and took a trip to our conjoined bathroom
known in the industry
as a jack and jill
but I am Jacob
and he is Jordan
he said that I was snoring
long, loud and violent
thrashing from side to side
like a boat on deadliest catch
like trees during that tornado
wherever that thing was
like someone struggling to live
and breathe
Aug 1, 2013
Aug 1, 2013 at 2:04 PM UTC
...
*And just like that, I was drifting again. I was slipping into the folds of static, describing the abyss as I drowned. I fell from altitudes of happy to suicidal in only a manner of insidious seconds, because that's how it goes. You think you have what it takes to be ice but in reality, you're only shattered water.
It comes when I think of them. The urge to succumb into my own ghost has never been so appealing until now. But there are visitors here, the twins grief and guilt have been uninvited guests in a home held together by dried flowers for ceilings and walls of teeth. I have learned to confuse my name with wreckage under their supervision.
The brothers tell me how to do it, how to **** myself without hurting anyone else that I love. But they only speak their diseases to me when all my fight has bled out onto the kitchen floor as the latest mosaic. Then they feast, and teach me the art of being empty through their hungry wolf bites. I remember how to breathe in a shallow way so my skeleton won't fall apart. I haven't had to do that in a very long time. Guilt reminds me the idea of shrinking is hereditary, while grief tells me it's time to practice that now.
When I want to hurt myself I want to do very strange things. I want to ask cigarettes to try to strangle my lungs with smoke as weak as a newborn. It reminds me of what is missing. The sweetest punishment is often the deadliest. When I want to hurt I pick fights with my grief or guilt just so I can lose again, just so I can keep the moon in the same spot in the sky. Just so the stars will pity the same people. I am sick, I am sick, I am sick. Welcome to the sickness, amen.
When I want to die, I rinse my soul out and leave it to dry. Like a flower that will become brittle and turn into a bookmark to mark the page where my life left off. I allow myself to deliberately stop holding the weight of the sun and I allow the sky to crush me softly.
I let the tsunamis out of their cages.
I cup his face,
he is beautiful and he is holding what remains;
I will let love hurt me in unspeakable ways,
until death too, dies.*
---"How to turn cancer into god."
Mar 31, 2017
Mar 31, 2017 at 12:10 PM UTC
Her fingers trail my arm with cold calculation,
her laughter as sweet as the deadliest sin.
She looks into my eyes with nothing but determination,
bites my lip and gives a sigh.
She takes what she wants without hesitation,
weaving her magic into the air.
At last I am told that my time is over,
she ***** my soul out without a care.
Dec 13, 2011
Dec 13, 2011 at 1:56 AM UTC
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It was not the beast alone
that hollowed the soul,
but the silence
that made a chamber for it.
The silence of fathers
who looked away.
The silence of mothers
who smoothed the tablecloth
and spoke of other things.
The silence of friends
who chose comfort
over confrontation.
Every unspoken word
became a shroud.
Every careful pause
became a nail.
Every smile that denied
became another grave.
The beast feasted,
not only on wounds inflicted,
but on truths unspoken,
on the complicity
of quiet mouths.
And so silence
killed more surely than rage,
for rage at least
named what was broken,
but silence gave it a home.
*The deadliest weapon
that lays in the hands
of Death itself
is not the sword;
but the silence sharpened
against the soul.*
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Aug 28, 2025
Aug 28, 2025 at 10:03 PM UTC
Deadliest flower
Taking life but giving death
To all who come near
You did that to me
Both of you caused me such pain
And you don't know it
You were both so drunk
I doubt you remember it
Oh but I sure do
So many questions
Do you even know my name
Did you hear my 'No's
I was lucky right
Because it wasn't extreme
Not like in movies
Tell that to my mind
Explain that to my conscience
But I won't listen
I know what happened
Everyday it's on my mind
I have been poisoned
Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 1:07 PM UTC
I buried a suitcase in the sand,
It's contents to remain unknown.
Although I wish to understand
These are best if left alone:
The interactions of two
Within a circle of three,
The meaning of You
Of I and of Me.
The silence that’s found
At the sun’s first breath,
A man that has drowned
Yet experienced no death.
The alignment of power
On painted lips,
The deadliest flower-
A rose with a whip.
The interstice between
Ribs and their cages,
Guardians without wings
And the gentlest rages.
Where land touches sea-
A transient mirror,
It seemed fitting for me
To bury it here.
Dec 6, 2012
Dec 6, 2012 at 4:40 PM UTC
𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞🦁 𝒷𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝓈𝒾𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝒶𝓁𝓁, 𝒹𝓊𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒾𝓉 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝒾𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓈. 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝒾𝓃𝓃𝒶𝒸𝓁𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓈. 𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓅𝓇𝒾𝒹𝑒𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝐋𝐮𝐬𝐭👄. 𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒹𝓈 𝓅𝓇𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒹𝓊𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝐆𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐲🍔🍷. 𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝑜𝓃𝑒'𝓈 𝓅𝓇𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝒹𝑜𝑒𝓈𝓃'𝓉 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝒾𝓃 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝💰. 𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓁𝑒𝓉𝓈 𝓅𝓇𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝒹𝒾𝒸𝓉𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝒹𝓊𝓉𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝓁𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡🦥. 𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌𝓈 𝓅𝓇𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒻𝓊𝓇𝓃𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝑜 𝑒𝓇𝓊𝓅𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝐖𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡⚡. 𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝑜𝓃𝑒'𝓈 𝓅𝓇𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓅𝑒𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝐄𝐧𝐯𝐲🐍 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓈' 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈.
𝓕𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝔂 𝓟𝓻𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓸𝓸𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓢𝓲𝓷.
Jun 6, 2021
Jun 6, 2021 at 5:01 PM UTC
Looks can ****
so they say,
but words can't hurt at all.
But whoever came up with the idiotic saying,
*"Sticks and stones can break my bones,
but words can*
Never
hurt me."
Has obviously never had a dictionary thrown at them.
Because words do hurt,
they think we can ignore it,
but the breaking point,
when is that?
They say it'll stop eventually,
but what if eventually isn't soon enough,
before...
The Breaking point.
The breaking point,
no one knows where it is,
but it kills,
everyone dies in the end.
But others aren't that lucky,
when they aren't looking,
tragedy happens,
and it sneaks up on them,
it forms,
from their own thoughts,
a knife,
it will ****
they are called words.
Words make the breaking point,
the breaking point,
where no one knows where it is.
But,
It kills
Words are the deadliest of weapons,
they cause death, destruction,
and everything.
Wars form from...
words.
They are the destroyer of the human race.
So next time someone tells you to toughen up,
or that stupid saying,
or that it will eventually go away,
don't believe them,
it won't,
you have to be strong and break the words.
Like a wall,
they block you,
destroy them,
be a wrecking ball,
because they will come down,
and you will be,
victorious
You will win against...
The Breaking Point.
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 10:52 AM UTC
If I was a real world king,
The assassin group at my command,
Would consist of 13 experts.
If there was an assassin's creed,
They will carry out my royal orders,
All 13 of them along with me.
So would be the deadliest group,
So would be the perfect killers,
So would be the "14 Marksmen".
Dec 26, 2015
Dec 26, 2015 at 8:02 PM UTC
This is the closest thing to honesty.
Every quote you’ve ever heard about
treating your woman like a queen
is right.
But it's not true.
A queen. they say. Treat her like a QUEEN.
But what is a QUEEN?
You, who have never bowed your head to kiss the earth, who have never sworn fealty, who've never beaten your brow against the rage of a world - how would you understand a QUEEN.
We have this image of spoiled royalty
a pretty princess dress
a tiara
a girl in a high tower
or a woman, on a throne, cold and dismissive.
But that's not right
a QUEEN is DUTY
to the people
to the land
to a kingdom.
A QUEEN is a country.
A QUEEN is only ever A QUEEN.
You have a choice.
Blessed are you, man.
You have a choice.
Be a peasant
a blacksmith
a merchant
be anything in the world.
But treat your woman like A QUEEN.
So be a knight.
Not a knight in shining armor
She doesn't need to be saved.
She's A QUEEN
She walks with crushed empires in her shoes
She rises.
Maybe blood drips from her sword
Maybe it’s a slaughter
But she builds the empire.
My head is my throne
My lip is my kingdom
My eyes are my army
My breath is my law
My hands are my sword
My heart is my crown.
I am a country at war
an empire in birth
a court on fire.
I am a warning
and a reminder
There’s a reason why, exactly, the QUEEN is the deadliest player on the board.
Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 12:08 PM UTC
Something is burning in his heart
his wicked soul
An endless desire
hungry for power and fame..
to be the sole owner of the mother nature
There is fire in his evil eyes
Its his desire... his greed...
A land conqueror he will be
Try to disobey and
play your own rules
With the angriest fire
he will set this world on flame
with his fierce desire.
and you will succumb to his wants and needs..
surrender all your possessions...
to this lord of the forest, the jungle and the land...
He sets this land to blaze at last
hate, rage , jealousy, vengeance
The forest is set on fire
soon this forest and the entire land
will be his...
The devil on fire.
There is a fire in his eyes
Fire in his spirit… fire in his soul
It keeps burning … his hatred accumulates
burns with his deadliest desire
spreading like a forest fire
This fire is ever burning so hot..
The devil sets the world on fire...
The unbearable hell fire on earth...
Jul 22, 2013
Jul 22, 2013 at 10:42 PM UTC
No, do dread my glance ,im Helen.
im the purest creature of rage ****
a lapse glance alas , a doom .
a dream of Luth's sealed gloom.
sinister glare of Gomorrah bright.
soured sight of sere flower blight.
im venomous kiss of sweetest lips.
deadliest breath of daughter of Rappicini.
come fair son of light and beauty.
date me with naive lurking desire.
receive my poisonous breath satire .
i will sail thee near a pestilent fountain.
im the sinister Titania and Bottom and more i contain.
behold you not with my innocent beauty .
perverse is my nature intend but my name holy.
dost cross the path to purity on mount Sinai.
cause i shall rule and Helen the offspring of my ****
is lure untamed fiend,feed her she behold with leech.
no, one of my breath is a blast to thy life to leash.
my glare is illuminated like azure Vegas.
my nectar Pompeii larva of past .
my beauty is heaven flame it charms .
come; rich, beauty ,savant and fame.
for thou dost not behold with immortal Ichor.
sip deep my breath.
and meddle you with my luring glare.
im Titania i hang over my head a dagger.
upon which thy blood stream to the Bottom.
thou thinkest to entwine me ?
no,lo King Cophetua and the beggar maid.
and my judgement hell fire .
Thebes is in rout but Capaneus bid dust.
what dost thou want ,thou Sophist ?
no the sojourn of thee is Zeus Kirma.
beset for worst as the writ Apocrypha.
come thee savant ,come thee poet.
bekneel before the sacred attire .
heaven bow before the holy Dionysus.
for we beset you with frenzy ,ecstasy, and drama.
all behold the same destiny.
but elixir yonder in Kimmerian trinity.
try not you for eternal bloom .
cause error at Achille right heel.
but Maqueros, Lazarus , and Leviticus.
all will queenly glance at our Caduceus.
behold you not my beauty.
but behold you with our Pow wow.
behold you ! say Amen RA.
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 3:00 PM UTC
God strengthen me to bear myself;
That heaviest weight of all to bear,
Inalienable weight of care.
All others are outside myself;
I lock my door and bar them out,
The turmoil, tedium, gad-about.
I lock my door upon myself,
And bar them out; but who shall wall
Self from myself, most loathed of all?
If I could once lay down myself,
And start self-purged upon the race
That all must run! Death runs apace.
If I could set aside myself,
And start with lightened heart upon
The road by all men overgone!
God harden me against myself,
This coward with pathetic voice
Who craves for ease and rest and joys:
Myself, arch-traitor to myself;
My hollowest friend, my deadliest foe,
My clog whatever road I go.
Yet One there is can curb myself,
Can roll the strangling load from me.
Break off the yoke and set me free.
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As he blows her in the direction of the sun
she hopes he will return with her love
as she picks up a amber red light
holding the stern with thorns in place
what she fears the most is the deadliest of all
no love to bring to her bow,
he is the reason she is most happy
every single night ...
Ever in the darkest hours
the days turn to brightest
with the loveliness of flowers
finding out its not real
the primal heat, a lover revealed
something she can touch, see and feel
marked by the moon, of the yellowish nights
with scared scares, with a veil of shadows
that only comes when she is alone
Oh wow, here comes the direction of the sun ...
Debbie Brooks 2014
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 9:26 PM UTC
My older sister told me that the first rule of life is self preservation-
And I am learning that.
First step for me is saying thank you...
To my ex who thought I was a punching bag instead of his blessing
Thank you -
You taught me how to strengthen my mind with these rhymes when you told me that I would never be good enough.
There's more beauty in resilience than endurance
cause you were losing your mind and I was running out of time.
To the preacher who thought I was too tainted and missed the God in me
Thank you -
You taught me that your past is a lesson and the fact I survived mine is a blessing.
To the one who thought that the part between my thighs wasn't a gold mine
but rather a field of lilies that you thought you were worthy enough to pluck
Thank you -
You taught me how to heal & to be whole again-
and that forgiveness is a level of deepeness that I haven't quite conquered yet.
Fear should be the 8th deadliest sin
because with fear you can't win
and that's all us brown girls know how to do.
You taught me that your actions do not make me inadequate
& that I can't quit on this journey for self love
because of you, now I rise above.
I'm afraid that I put them under the impression that I was made to please them
& that's crazy because I was under the impression that they understood me better.
Well PSA..
The first thing you should know about me, is that I am not for you-
A lot more will make sense after that.
Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 12:10 AM UTC
I want to spend my mornings drinking tea in the early English fog.
Spend my afternoon at the foot of the Eiffel Tower being touristy drinking dark red wine.
I want to drink beer in Germany and head on over to Ireland for dinner.
I want to get sunburns from sunsets in Italy.
Talk to the deadliest animals alive in Australia and swim in the blue ocean near New Zealand.
I want to pic flowers in Thailand and eat sushi in China.
My heart will never stop wandering.
My heart will never be still.
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 8:37 AM UTC
With an Earthquake,
the deadliest moment is not during.
It's the aftershocks.
Rocking those weakened foundations
to rubble.
The same is said of Love.
No matter how shaky
or rough.
When the motion stops moving
that's when truly life is tough.
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 3:50 PM UTC
Snakes strike with venom
Scorpions can be killers
Human stings are worse
Nov 19, 2010
Nov 19, 2010 at 4:49 PM UTC