"deprave" poems
Visions of oppositions, positions and prison. The forward missions, the capitalism, criticism and optimism. The Amor, the adored, the allure and the awards! The doors, the poor, the gore and the sore.
The any and many! The many hoards of pennies, before the lords of plenty. The awkward, the backward, the hospital wards and the
mental. Furthermore, more roar and war with a governmental evil,
medieval in blue! Therefore as I do accrue the clues, the dues, the hues and views. Something’s of me? My belated peeling, feelings related to that of a shrine of the divine. Etched and sketched by a pencil and stencil. Designed by the heavens divine. A displaced or misplaced,
abused, bruised and reused utensil. Something’s of me? I am often depressed, half-dressed and suppressed. Distraught and stressed by
thoughts, thoughts that are fought, sought and taught. As I endeavor, forever dedicated. However, medicated or sedated! A neglected, suspected sinner. A grinner and winner in entice haste, with precise
pace! As I taste the waste of this offending never-ending race. Regardless heartless, relentless congress. Yes, in confessing to you; beware of the care, the dare, the flare, the rare of scare! Attempt to see
what I have seen in contempt! In-between or as a teen. The obscene or serene! The many scenes at the seams. Driven by schemes and themes
it seems! Full of the brave that craves! The deprave and the rave. Those things which sing from the grave... Something’s of me? These are no lies, as a book carefully look into my sorrowful eyes. See why I despise, why I am wise. Look beyond the ancient, powerful skies.
They’re in wonderful constant, radiant disguise. Something’s of me?
My sensitive life of delight in fight, fright and plight. My life of sight, my life of trite. My negative pride! My life’s awesome, positive stride! Inside as I cry, as I hide… I depressingly, devotedly, ignorantly, triumphantly, unfortunately, hopefully and literally say. I am definite that one day I will embark into the dark. Emulate as a creative,
relative spark! Onto Noah’s great and infinite ark. Sailing into the prevailing, unveiling rain... with much too gain, maintain, regain and retain. Believing, weaving and leaving the grieving, the blame, the flame, the fame, the insane and the pain.
Mar 29, 2012
Mar 29, 2012 at 9:17 PM UTC
Are you happy?
Are you really happy?
No.
Happiness is an illusion a distant conception dreamt up and designed by advertising and marketing agents to get you to buy trivial, meaningless, material junk.
We once tried to break away from this with counter culture, rock ‘n roll and punk.
Not long until the battle was over and we thought we’d won
But little did we know their rain had just begun.
Believing we were safe we let our guard down
Now they are back and build a Starbucks in every town.
We’re told how to look how to dress how to behave
Will watch smiling people on TV corrupt and deprave us
Now we snap back and they will not force us
Forget about what you know what you think you know especially about the value of material possessions
They are only strategically programed desires and obsessions
A guilty conscience isn't cleansed by buying a new watch
Stress is not drowned by a five dollar cup of coffee
Your life is not completed when you buy that leather couch
We can write a new page in history carve another notch
We can peel the label of consumer off and finally be free
We as a generation will curse suppression and no longer slouch
Break away from advertising
Say no to the franchises
Become what you want to be
Not what the posters say you want to be
See yourself through your eyes not the TV screen
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 10:22 AM UTC
I've never been able to express myself.
As a boy, I was never taught to man up.
I was never taught how to act in a socially acceptable way. I just knew.
When I was a teen, I befriended the wrong people. I let them hurt me and emotionally deprave me.
I always put my problems on the back burner and let them voice theirs and I still do the same thing now.
As a child I was never taught to emotionally deprive myself in any situation. I was always able to express myself fully. But in my teens I was taught by the exact people that I looked up to and admired to "stop being a baby" and to "man up".
I was taught by those people to cut myself off emotionally and now as my grandfather is dying and there are people dying in Baltimore and Nepal and even Gary, Indiana,
I am left alone in a world where my emotions can't be shown properly for the fear of someone helping me and showing their love.
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 12:24 AM UTC
In my head the noises that wear so many guises torments me.
I hope that they might sway, indeed just go away and leave me be.
The messages they scream each night as I do dream cause me such grief.
They tell me of such dread about those who walk un-dead, defies belief.
They act in such deprave as they walk free of their grave, Inside my head.
I see it in a way that they walk past me where I lay, in my own bed.
Almost like a feature, a silver screen cast creature lurks around.
Though silent in its play in so many shades of grey it makes a sound.
I cannot scream into the night, through fear and through fright, I lie awake.
No volume do I speak as floorboards start to creak, I start to shake.
The darkness in the room is heavy, full of gloom and I am warm.
And through my open door will entities and more decide to swarm.
The sweat will run its course, my sanity divorce before nights end.
As the footsteps come my way, with tears as I pray my mind does bend.
My mouth opens to howl as I witness of the growl and I stay still.
Does it know I'm there and does it know just where and will it ****
With blood racing around from heart to where it's bound, I cannot breathe.
My throat is dry and rough I cannot cry enough and I believe.
My end is coming nigh and I feel that I will die, no more of life.
And as it comes so close I realise it is no ghost, it's just the wife.
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 5:20 PM UTC
Am light headed while unwedded unselected is directed too affected by rejected then came one,
Heavenly sprung son has come to do what couldn’t be done before the opposite age of sixty-one, now he has won, valuing he, relating to each other that the time is where we see, can it be, that the time is here, while we are separated my dear, picture isn’t clear while our relation is near to a merely abstain if were physically together I couldn’t restrain to obtain all that we again could gain.
Enumerating agitating pass the waiting over rating, but he, is more I could see, after we became, we made a pact to not restrain, from all we could obtain and do, executing false truths of me and of you, became tipsy when had met, everyday I reflect, and then that day we kept directly set, oh how could we ever forget, is why we don’t we only float upon a picture perfect hope to devote him I quote, without a boast I love him most.
Summing up to submitting our relationship is never quitting only winning early on, where is it that the days have gone, echelon has dawned this is where we belong, underage deprave derange of blessings he gave without demising ever, couldn’t turn out better when we are together, no shame for he has perfect aim what it has brought have never fought, only re caught each other’s
sight I delight in him each night as we reunite our right to, would like to, we fight to, bring light to, might do.
Oct 17, 2011
Oct 17, 2011 at 1:39 PM UTC
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truth,
deprave,
honey,douse me, in your imagination,
in your agony,
in your bliss,
and in your love,
pantheon.of. absence.
let me taste your world,
I know that it may break me,
but from my ashes,
will emerge purity,
a non loathing creature,
or we can only hope.
it wasn't enough,
I'll burn myself out on reckless wishes.
my faith is shaken now like its never been before,
love,
drown me.
its my only hope.
its my only home,
for another chance,
for my only chance.
Sep 11, 2012
Sep 11, 2012 at 8:59 PM UTC
Those four souls bright, they cantered forth
They came, they shook the land
They took their guns, and fired north
And seized death’s toll in hand
They wielded blades, they sparred away
With foes on silent shore
And it was but one gruesome day
That left them there, those four
To look upon with guises, grave
Their swords, with blood, hued red
“Why must we be but so deprave
To leave our foes in darkness dead
They’re just the same as just are we
With children that miss they
And every night, in misery
They yearn to live a day
Why must we be the ones of sin
Why must we shed in gore
Why must we come, immoral, win
We’re not to fight e’ermore
We don’t care if you sentence us
We’re not going to ****
Killing is moral’s bitter loss
For G-d and human will'
Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 8:33 PM UTC
"A robot went away", I depose,
"He'll surely deprave" , I posed with a red nose.
He'll commence a new world of intelligence,
Where there will be no values, no fragrance.
No society, no feeling, no excitement, no heredity,
He'll develop a society of discipline and punctuality.
Are these 2 things only responsible for a country's economy?
They'll rule over us, crush us.
And , we'll be left lamenting ..and watching the eroding lust..
Surbhi Dadhich.
Sep 11, 2017
Sep 11, 2017 at 7:20 AM UTC
I'm sorry my music is much too loud.
It drowns out the voices that pulls me apart.
I'm sorry my clothes are too baggy, tight or displeasing to the eye.
It's all I'm allowed to get out of the crowd.
I'm sorry my language is abrasive and blunt
And perhaps not too kind and respectful as it should be.
I had to defend myself since birth and raised my voice to be heard.
I'm sorry my motivation is shot to hell
And it appears that I don't even try.
The opportunities I searched for have all been shot down.
I'm sorry the person I am doesn't fall into your generation scheme.
I have problems falling into place with my own.
I'm sorry my views of god, politics and people are askew.
I assumed then didn't notice me when their hand was absent in my life.
I'm sorry that I failed your expectations of how I would turn out.
I'm sure the expectations you persevered
Required a lot of hard work that was followed by success and acceptance by all.
I'm sorry that you're so tired to see
The kind of person I could be.
I'm sorry that you push me aside in youth
Because you didn't want to take the time to teach me.
I'm sorry if your plans of your future
Are just as dissapointing as mine.
Is wasn't my intent to deprave you this show.
I'm sorry...but I expected more from the generation that raised me.
I'm sorry you created misguided youth and then punished them for following suit.
And once I am done apologizing
And wasting my years on reckless escapes
I'm sure I'll come down to your point of view
And neglect and forget who I'm meant love and protect.
I don't expect to be catered to when I'm older and exhausted
By those I shoot a disdaining eye.
I might have encouraged them to offend me so
But, knowing that, at least I won't be surprised.
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 3:05 PM UTC
The spirit should guide our malevolent minds, that deprave whats right and over think the simple thought
What's holly what's good comes from the soul
What hurts what pains is flesh al alone
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 4:03 PM UTC
Quite disenchanting, writing about what is really happening.
A throbbing head, a sore back, aching muscles and tired eyes only emphasize the calling of my soft warm bed willing me to take shelter in sleep. No I mustn't or the thoughts will slip away, escape my ever flailing grasp. As if I had enough trouble catching them it seems as soon as I touch one it begins to fade and crumble in my clutch. The beauty of my words diminishes with each second I am not writing. I do not deprave myself of sleep because I want to write. I simply listen to that which calls the loudest.
Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 1:03 AM UTC
Yes, I am angry and I have anger,
Burning inside me, like an amber,
You can also get injured by it,
So, better you stay away from me.
Neither I intended someone to suffer,
From mine fatal disease,
Nor, I did it; Cause I had been
Storing Grudge inside me.
But people never stop Making talk;
I am a ***** And many more.
Well, I was aware of everything,
Like what I was made and what I am being.
Nothing mattered me now more or least,
And I didn't wanna be a beast,
Everyone called, I heard silently,
Cause I am aware of my animality.
Neither I was alike it,
Nor I had become a bit,
Situation - Suffering made me rough,
But there exists humanity though.
I was same as a common girl,
Had a tolerating power pearl,
Abide everything like other,
But Not I had fortune further.
I had to rant and rave,
Every time I faced a deprave,
Made of injustice and wrong,
That only I had borne for long.
Tolerating was, I doing all times,
But with the hostility of my prime,
Make my abstinence of long,
Turn into dust, Oh! My song.
And then my emotions and me,
Aren't in control for a second, see,
I say, then, the truth of my heart,
Had felt, with words that worth.
And what I spoke then,
Is not all wrong; when,
You start first; And my defense,
It becomes for every one wrong.
Truth is truth, it will flow one day,
Let me a bad person for someday,
You will be hero, for sure then,
God knows everything; So, have some same.
My anger is wrong I know,
But what you have done till isn't an evil show?
Leave it, I don't wanna discuss more,
Stupid fiend, in disguise of a friend, you are a sore.
So, Yes, I am Angry and I have Anger,
Burning inside me, like an amber,
You can also get injured by it,
So, better you stay away from me.
Written by
Ifa Agnes
Aug 8, 2019
Aug 8, 2019 at 10:31 AM UTC
Don't you think its funny how sugar can be addicting
Like hearts are made of red candies, and somber beasties are heaving
Let cravings become your hunger and hunger become your eyesight
Oh sugar can be amazing, but what exhausts is the strifes might
Like corrosive complexions shifting red hearts that you soon will eat out
Like sugar, red hearts start messing minds up, that's love without the doubt
For hearts are but fragile candies some may chew and others save
Thoughtless little behaviors causing enmities deprave
Oh powerful sugar emotions organized by love confetti
Slowly coming through a stream, so sweet yet simply steady
Jul 14, 2018
Jul 14, 2018 at 11:59 PM UTC
Break the water in front of you,
Release who's been true all along,
But you will never see it through my eyes break away from the existance for instance exist in the darkness where you can't declare come repair this mental illness be sincere that i would cut and break the bone to see if you're still breathing, im bleeding with this fasination to deprave the people to see death, why does earth think i'm crazy, they could never know because they don't know **** keep it that way to my grave, the angel of death creeps, creeps within my evil soul, look i lost control, they can't feel the dark aura about to rip them with scalpels make them bleed till there's a pool, stop being such a tool, your a ***** with actually taste, leave this filthy vile world with no trace l, deface you so we can declare your dead, fade away while the light fades from your eyes.
Aug 24, 2016
Aug 24, 2016 at 6:13 PM UTC