"matricide" poems - Hello Poetry

I have gained a paternal responsibility But I feel a different response filling me Constantly itching from a million flees Begging to get me out of this please So in my mind unseen Resides a murderous dream To subtract from my team I fall into a landslide Of infanticide A lioness eats her cubs As a baby drowns in a tub Before they reach the age They acquire our rage We devour our babies Before they contract rabies We're brought together by proximity and origin By who we were forming in This connection of chance Determines circumstance Guiding our circle dance With random music We take whatever we can Until we lose it A possum's mother dies It has no time to cry It must continue to eat So it feeds Like its mother in heat Had to breed In order to not lose The child chews In a world of me or you The child chews Instead of feeling blue The child chews Its mother's fur stuck in its teeth It stays there to provide heat The parent provisions from beyond the grave Will get the possum through this ugly day From possum to person I can't tell which is the worse end For there is flesh stuck between my teeth Like a Christmas wreath Where what lies beneath In a readily equipped sheath Is patricide or matricide I can't decide But must abide To survive The purgatory I see surging toward me So to move forwardly I must live forlornly After feeding on family Company becomes fantasy Learning no one can handle me They're just meals I'll eat handily I eat my relatives In this hell I live Where what I give Is the gnashing of my jaw To follow a universal law That says scratch and claw Until I meet God Expecting my parricide ways Will garner divine praise But for everybody I slayed My soul was filleted Now I only see grey So everyone looks like my father And I say welcome back Kotter As I yearn for my teeth to be hotter

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May 29, 2018

May 29, 2018 at 12:14 PM UTC

andrew-rueter

Parricide

I have gained a paternal responsibility But I feel a different response filling me Constantly itching from a million flees Begging to get me out of this please So in my mind unseen Resides a murderous dream To subtract from my team I fall into a landslide Of infanticide A lioness eats her cubs As a baby drowns in a tub Before they reach the age They acquire our rage We devour our babies Before they contract rabies We're brought together by proximity and origin By who we were forming in This connection of chance Determines circumstance Guiding our circle dance With random music We take whatever we can Until we lose it A possum's mother dies It has no time to cry It must continue to eat So it feeds Like its mother in heat Had to breed In order to not lose The child chews In a world of me or you The child chews Instead of feeling blue The child chews Its mother's fur stuck in its teeth It stays there to provide heat The parent provisions from beyond the grave Will get the possum through this ugly day From possum to person I can't tell which is the worse end For there is flesh stuck between my teeth Like a Christmas wreath Where what lies beneath In a readily equipped sheath Is patricide or matricide I can't decide But must abide To survive The purgatory I see surging toward me So to move forwardly I must live forlornly After feeding on family Company becomes fantasy Learning no one can handle me They're just meals I'll eat handily I eat my relatives In this hell I live Where what I give Is the gnashing of my jaw To follow a universal law That says scratch and claw Until I meet God Expecting my parricide ways Will garner divine praise But for everybody I slayed My soul was filleted Now I only see grey So everyone looks like my father And I say welcome back Kotter As I yearn for my teeth to be hotter

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human detritus deaf to empathy misanthropes bound by apathy just above the dotted line we signed our own death warrants guilty as charged existential and intellectual suicide we'd rather gouge out our eyes bury our heads in the sand than give a moment's pause to consider our own arrogance **** sapiens we carved our legacy into the globe and we will rest in the husk of a massive unmarked grave a solitary chunk of floating rock adrift in outerspace "the fate of every successful species is to wipe itself out" can we harness the courage to turn away from our vapid lives before it's too late can we unplug our minds from the machine extricate ourselves and learn to breathe with lungs instilled through millennia of evolution before we suffocate in ennui humanity is on life-support it's tempting to pull the plug let Mother Nature reclaim her earth from an entitled race of self-destructive fools coddled from childbirth but there is a nascent impulse that echoes in every heartbeat living within our blood to regard one another with the new eyes science has built each of us no longer can we trust self-styled leaders of the free world the impetus rests within the crux of self-acceptance anarchy is the litmus test

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Apr 20, 2015

Apr 20, 2015 at 10:57 PM UTC

pearsonbolt

matricide

human detritus deaf to empathy misanthropes bound by apathy just above the dotted line we signed our own death warrants guilty as charged existential and intellectual suicide we'd rather gouge out our eyes bury our heads in the sand than give a moment's pause to consider our own arrogance **** sapiens we carved our legacy into the globe and we will rest in the husk of a massive unmarked grave a solitary chunk of floating rock adrift in outerspace "the fate of every successful species is to wipe itself out" can we harness the courage to turn away from our vapid lives before it's too late can we unplug our minds from the machine extricate ourselves and learn to breathe with lungs instilled through millennia of evolution before we suffocate in ennui humanity is on life-support it's tempting to pull the plug let Mother Nature reclaim her earth from an entitled race of self-destructive fools coddled from childbirth but there is a nascent impulse that echoes in every heartbeat living within our blood to regard one another with the new eyes science has built each of us no longer can we trust self-styled leaders of the free world the impetus rests within the crux of self-acceptance anarchy is the litmus test

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Slow like planets I’ll come, as certain as glaciers and disease a lovely plague upon this land of fungus and food-bearing trees. There is an age to matricide. 300 million years ago, a paramecium split and split again. That was when we invented death. It has been several decades since that formation of the stars and the felicity of orbits maligned into recognizable shapes: a crab, a pair of brothers sharing a life. One day I’ll ascend to where the hydrogen obey me and the slight edge of this great earth releases my soul and falls and falls and falls.

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Mar 18, 2014

Mar 18, 2014 at 9:39 PM UTC

elise-chou

sky song

Slow like planets I’ll come, as certain as glaciers and disease a lovely plague upon this land of fungus and food-bearing trees. There is an age to matricide. 300 million years ago, a paramecium split and split again. That was when we invented death. It has been several decades since that formation of the stars and the felicity of orbits maligned into recognizable shapes: a crab, a pair of brothers sharing a life. One day I’ll ascend to where the hydrogen obey me and the slight edge of this great earth releases my soul and falls and falls and falls.

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Sky Why do you cry With rain as your tears Is it because no one is near? While you have infinity To dwell on your supposed divinity We dither and eventually wither Or leave even faster, with an unexpected slither So far away With no one to play It's no wonder you're sad I'd be mad To be left all alone For all of time on the cosmic throne Creating, destroying, smashing atoms together Is it your way of making tethers? To something more tangible But these are also frangible Eventually breaking apart Like the Pillars of Creation, dying of a broken heart Hit with a supernova, the Pillars fell To be a nursery for baby stars, they were compelled One cosmic child grew up and died While committing matricide Made from cloud-like collections of celestial gases Stars are formed, and live, but some of the more massive Explode, destroying, including the Pillars Who died after having raised a killer Sky Don't cry It's not your fault To be trapped like you are, left in a vault All of your immortality Can be used to observe our fragility We are paper in the storm But you will be forever warm

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May 19, 2014

May 19, 2014 at 8:02 PM UTC

arizona-clearwater

Stars: Twinkling Irony from Afar

Sky Why do you cry With rain as your tears Is it because no one is near? While you have infinity To dwell on your supposed divinity We dither and eventually wither Or leave even faster, with an unexpected slither So far away With no one to play It's no wonder you're sad I'd be mad To be left all alone For all of time on the cosmic throne Creating, destroying, smashing atoms together Is it your way of making tethers? To something more tangible But these are also frangible Eventually breaking apart Like the Pillars of Creation, dying of a broken heart Hit with a supernova, the Pillars fell To be a nursery for baby stars, they were compelled One cosmic child grew up and died While committing matricide Made from cloud-like collections of celestial gases Stars are formed, and live, but some of the more massive Explode, destroying, including the Pillars Who died after having raised a killer Sky Don't cry It's not your fault To be trapped like you are, left in a vault All of your immortality Can be used to observe our fragility We are paper in the storm But you will be forever warm

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A suicide of my best sides, a homocide, a matricide. Occupied in nursing self-inflicted wounds inside my heart, my soul, my final goal is near. I tear with nailless claws at where the door I used to know was before I tore the hole inside and so I tried to justify the single, once perfected try to go, to fly, escape outside these walls, these halls these calls I hear are tearing at my soul, I lay and lie and cannot cry. I swear and curse in sour lines, but noone knows the pain experienced inside.

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Apr 9, 2014

Apr 9, 2014 at 7:48 AM UTC

Narrenschiff

Provoked Heartache

A suicide of my best sides, a homocide, a matricide. Occupied in nursing self-inflicted wounds inside my heart, my soul, my final goal is near. I tear with nailless claws at where the door I used to know was before I tore the hole inside and so I tried to justify the single, once perfected try to go, to fly, escape outside these walls, these halls these calls I hear are tearing at my soul, I lay and lie and cannot cry. I swear and curse in sour lines, but noone knows the pain experienced inside.

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with citation of Aeschylus, when Clytemnestra's ghost enters Apollo's temple seeing himself slain among the gorgons, wingless congregation, the effort of matricide with hands washed in menthol rather than water... with citation of Eumindes everyone might unearth a pyramid of giza as source of just divine intervention, with zeus and the sphinx (riddle-hound of wisdom), hades and the cerberus (shadow-grasp of a snail's heaving hour).... because who'd wish to encourage congregations of necrophilia accepted with over-towering spectacles of ******* rectangles high up to count 100 levels with only one room a burial chamber later blinded to provoke squirting sulphuric toads into motion? as asked: where are the sneezing beasts of gesundheit applaud that might encourage rather than prove to be a Pharaoh's cursing? i mean, i might just be a tourist rather than an archaeologist, yawning admiring chiselled marble into picasso shapes... and i might not be a grave-digger, but then why leave a dead body with so much treasure worthy of defending as if you were living?

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Feb 29, 2016

Feb 29, 2016 at 11:25 PM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

with citation of Aeschylus gesundheit

with citation of Aeschylus, when Clytemnestra's ghost enters Apollo's temple seeing himself slain among the gorgons, wingless congregation, the effort of matricide with hands washed in menthol rather than water... with citation of Eumindes everyone might unearth a pyramid of giza as source of just divine intervention, with zeus and the sphinx (riddle-hound of wisdom), hades and the cerberus (shadow-grasp of a snail's heaving hour).... because who'd wish to encourage congregations of necrophilia accepted with over-towering spectacles of ******* rectangles high up to count 100 levels with only one room a burial chamber later blinded to provoke squirting sulphuric toads into motion? as asked: where are the sneezing beasts of gesundheit applaud that might encourage rather than prove to be a Pharaoh's cursing? i mean, i might just be a tourist rather than an archaeologist, yawning admiring chiselled marble into picasso shapes... and i might not be a grave-digger, but then why leave a dead body with so much treasure worthy of defending as if you were living?

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There was once a man called Richard Megacide One day, with little provocation, he committed patricide The jury decided man slaughter, but he soon incurred the guilt of matricide The following month, we got wind of his act of fratricide The judge ruled against him, then he carried out homicide As the entire people began to complain, next was genocide The king, though spared, didn't keep silent and the story was regicide That very day, Richard Megacide went home and reasonably committed suicide.

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Jul 17, 2015

Jul 17, 2015 at 1:43 AM UTC

sedoo-ashivor

Richard Megacide

There was once a man called Richard Megacide One day, with little provocation, he committed patricide The jury decided man slaughter, but he soon incurred the guilt of matricide The following month, we got wind of his act of fratricide The judge ruled against him, then he carried out homicide As the entire people began to complain, next was genocide The king, though spared, didn't keep silent and the story was regicide That very day, Richard Megacide went home and reasonably committed suicide.

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Back and forth in repetition Trapped in a twilight's shaking embolism Asunder is the father envisioned Atrophied arms locked at the behest of a child christened Lives intersect and for a moment, love is born Trials are created and for the first time a name is worn Among the quiet of involuntary matricide a promise is signed and sworn Familial pain meets the curses of life Perennial anguish clenches blood soaked sheets and for the first time, hate is born in the twists of umbilical strife Heartbroken and greiving next to a pallid flame that's smothered and lifeless Here, for the first time, tragedy is born A new dawn so precious it's fire kept close, buried in the sternum of a giant secured in an indentured embrace It's here, for the first time, a god is born

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May 31, 2019

May 31, 2019 at 1:14 PM UTC

anthonyasylum

The Born

Back and forth in repetition Trapped in a twilight's shaking embolism Asunder is the father envisioned Atrophied arms locked at the behest of a child christened Lives intersect and for a moment, love is born Trials are created and for the first time a name is worn Among the quiet of involuntary matricide a promise is signed and sworn Familial pain meets the curses of life Perennial anguish clenches blood soaked sheets and for the first time, hate is born in the twists of umbilical strife Heartbroken and greiving next to a pallid flame that's smothered and lifeless Here, for the first time, tragedy is born A new dawn so precious it's fire kept close, buried in the sternum of a giant secured in an indentured embrace It's here, for the first time, a god is born

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It's not that I'm silent I'm, rather, lost for words Because this series of events are the worst I've heard, In a minute. this is more than simply "under the weather" because this is a divine tragedy. A story ,of the battles, of vassals, retainers and traitors; heavens tribulations and its resounding failures. Shocked; What took days, now hours. The pettiest wrath is one born from wanting, fraudulent men exhibiting the worst of fruedian plans and add a Hate: born from nations divided, in ways outsiders decided: for the pay; to make use of the weak till this day, I can't comprehend this. It's like the collective consciousness has taken cyanid the: matricide, fratricide, parricide and pedicide; is this an attempt of suicide? Can't imagine terras eyes, Being terrorized by the homies side blighting it's own kin, queens and this King's pride. Is this blaze worth it's years to come when you burn away the blood that flows through us all and purge the graces we won,blessed with a unity, cursed by sub division, the delusions they built dictate how we liv'in. I can't lie, at times like these I can only try an fly forced to contemplate the irreconcilable and the priceless how can I evaluate the hate when I know it's love that elevates, so... how can I; I'm on the hated and hatful side, oh my what a time, what a time, to be alive.

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Sep 4, 2019

Sep 4, 2019 at 10:15 PM UTC

EnRoute

Doomsday Clock/Watchmen

It's not that I'm silent I'm, rather, lost for words Because this series of events are the worst I've heard, In a minute. this is more than simply "under the weather" because this is a divine tragedy. A story ,of the battles, of vassals, retainers and traitors; heavens tribulations and its resounding failures. Shocked; What took days, now hours. The pettiest wrath is one born from wanting, fraudulent men exhibiting the worst of fruedian plans and add a Hate: born from nations divided, in ways outsiders decided: for the pay; to make use of the weak till this day, I can't comprehend this. It's like the collective consciousness has taken cyanid the: matricide, fratricide, parricide and pedicide; is this an attempt of suicide? Can't imagine terras eyes, Being terrorized by the homies side blighting it's own kin, queens and this King's pride. Is this blaze worth it's years to come when you burn away the blood that flows through us all and purge the graces we won,blessed with a unity, cursed by sub division, the delusions they built dictate how we liv'in. I can't lie, at times like these I can only try an fly forced to contemplate the irreconcilable and the priceless how can I evaluate the hate when I know it's love that elevates, so... how can I; I'm on the hated and hatful side, oh my what a time, what a time, to be alive.

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Ensorcelé ! Heureux ! Imprimé dans mon fondement De la marque indélébile De ma diablesse Marqué tel un zombie dans la fesse gauche Marqué tel un zombie dans le blanc de l 'oeil gauche Marqué tel un zombie dans le pied gauche Du sceau de luxure J 'ai juré allégeance à mon ange, Ma soeur, ma mère, ma fille, Mon épouse, ma reine, ma déesse. Mon Ombre satanément fidèle, J'ai signé un pacte avec Elle Un pacte de non agression Et de secours mutuel Et ne comptez pas sur moi Pour que je commette Ni sororicide, ni matricide, ni infanticide Ni uxoricide, ni régicide, ni déicide. Ce ne serait que tentative de suicide, Ombricide lâche, poltron Voué à pendaison, géhenne, Noyade et démembrement. Ensorcelé ! Marabouté ! Morfoisé ! Vampirisé ! A d'autres les zombicides, les soukouyancides Et chaque jour que ma Muse fait J'honore de sa signature le chant du coq Et la rosée sur le sang des coquelicots Et le ballet des balais et des chapeaux pointus Par delà les nuages comme des i accent circonflexe Ou des parapluies ballottés par nos peurs archaïques.

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Aug 21, 2019

Aug 21, 2019 at 1:58 AM UTC

cyclone-wolfok-baltimore

Ensorcelé !

Ensorcelé ! Heureux ! Imprimé dans mon fondement De la marque indélébile De ma diablesse Marqué tel un zombie dans la fesse gauche Marqué tel un zombie dans le blanc de l 'oeil gauche Marqué tel un zombie dans le pied gauche Du sceau de luxure J 'ai juré allégeance à mon ange, Ma soeur, ma mère, ma fille, Mon épouse, ma reine, ma déesse. Mon Ombre satanément fidèle, J'ai signé un pacte avec Elle Un pacte de non agression Et de secours mutuel Et ne comptez pas sur moi Pour que je commette Ni sororicide, ni matricide, ni infanticide Ni uxoricide, ni régicide, ni déicide. Ce ne serait que tentative de suicide, Ombricide lâche, poltron Voué à pendaison, géhenne, Noyade et démembrement. Ensorcelé ! Marabouté ! Morfoisé ! Vampirisé ! A d'autres les zombicides, les soukouyancides Et chaque jour que ma Muse fait J'honore de sa signature le chant du coq Et la rosée sur le sang des coquelicots Et le ballet des balais et des chapeaux pointus Par delà les nuages comme des i accent circonflexe Ou des parapluies ballottés par nos peurs archaïques.

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