"persecuting" poems
Ships, boats, seafaring vessels, and barks of yore
Showcased in acclaimed poetry
From Homer to Donne to Flores
Metaphors to represent sundry notions
Ships
Uncontrollably swirled in an unforgiving sea
An arc
persecuting the sinners ******
A shipwreck
on a desolate island, defining a lost soul
A speed boat
Perhaps, mans' innate desire to escape
Or searching for lands unknown
What marvels poets behold in ships?
If I scribed a verse about a yonder vessel
It would be a childish innuendo
About a ships mast
Or I'd make an astounding observation
Such as ships are big boats.
However, poets, true visionaries
Scope massive ships from
Microscopic aspects of daily life.
And I. . . I look at a powerful ship
And think I'm a little dingy.
Jan 16, 2013
Jan 16, 2013 at 6:23 PM UTC
No, helpless thing, I cannot harm thee now;
Depart in peace, thy little life is safe,
For I have scanned thy form with curious eye,
Noted the silver line that streaks thy back,
The azure and the orange that divide
Thy velvet sides; thee, houseless wanderer,
My garment has enfolded, and my arm
Felt the light pressure of thy hairy feet;
Thou hast curled round my finger; from its tip,
Precipitous descent! with stretched out neck,
Bending thy head in airy vacancy,
This way and that, inquiring, thou hast seemed
To ask protection; now, I cannot **** thee.
Yet I have sworn perdition to thy race,
And recent from the slaughter am I come
Of tribes and embryo nations: I have sought
With sharpened eye and persecuting zeal,
Where, folded in their silken webs they lay
Thriving and happy; swept them from the tree
And crushed whole families beneath my foot;
Or, sudden, poured on their devoted heads
The vials of destruction.--This I've done
Nor felt the touch of pity: but when thou,--
A single wretch, escaped the general doom,
Making me feel and clearly recognise
Thine individual existence, life,
And fellowship of sense with all that breathes,--
Present'st thyself before me, I relent,
And cannot hurt thy weakness.--So the storm
Of horrid war, o'erwhelming cities, fields,
And peaceful villages, rolls dreadful on:
The victor shouts triumphant; he enjoys
The roar of cannon and the clang of arms,
And urges, by no soft relentings stopped,
The work of death and carnage. Yet should one,
A single sufferer from the field escaped,
Panting and pale, and bleeding at his feet,
Lift his imploring eyes,-- the hero weeps;
He is grown human, and capricious Pity,
Which would not stir for thousands, melts for one
With sympathy spontaneous:-- 'Tis not Virtue,
Yet 'tis the weakness of a virtuous mind.
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Washed up on the sandy beach
amidst the summer rain,
The mighty king of the Pacific
lay in persecuting pain.
The creature wailed with ***** prowess,
but his health was soon to wane,
And by the morning that came after,
sovereign was reduced to stain.
Vultures from the distance
ripped apart his tender flesh
With spit to sear his wounded majesty
and claws to tear and thresh.
The wicked gang of savage butchers
in a loathsome, boorish mesh
Would make a swollen, seething carcass
of our one-time Venkatesh.
Three days after passing,
fallen Caesar, set to rise,
Was then revoked his Heaven’s passage,
and left wallowed in demise:
A body plagued by every virus;
swarmed by avaricious flies,
Stranded, rotting, in the Earth realm,
‘stead of claiming his due prize.
Hurricanes, October,
brought the wrath of Davy Jones
To wreak an evil-minded havoc
and to thrive on victim moans,
And dash the Herculean skeleton
upon the crags and stones
To rain on thousands with the splinters
of his elephantine bones.
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 8:02 PM UTC
A person's integrity
can be lost
amidst this "prestige" fabricated world.
A person's heart
can turn to stone
amidst these nefarious life forms.
A person's brain
can be turned to mush
amidst these excruciating words.
A person's eyes
can be shown miserably different views
amidst these manipulating debaters.
A person's character
can be ripped to shreds
amidst these sharp dire actions.
A person's sensitivity
can be transformed into nothing
amidst these morbid apathetics.
A person's worth
can be diminished
amidst these cruel rulers.
A person's dreams
can be crushed
amidst these rich, shiny shoe wearers.
A person's life
can be extinguished
amidst this persecuting society.
Only when someone's life is gone-
is when we try to exterminate the said problems.
Why only take change when someone's gone?
They won't get the help they need
because they're not there.
Why let the rest suffer
when something can be done now?
Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 1:22 AM UTC
As humans,
There are so many of us,
That every lineage can get tangled.
Then why are we killing our brother,
Assaulting our sister,
Bullying our nieces,
Persecuting our nephews.
We walk each day
With our heads held high,
Leaving the homeless on the road to suffer.
Ungrateful to fact that
if we work hard we can get everything
While some people have to work hard just to survive.
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 7:59 PM UTC
With your programmed morality
And persecuting isolation,
You sit quite solemnly
Quiet with your permentaion,
Morbid savagery
While the blood draws to fermentation,
Awaiting gallantly,
For your front page execution.
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This is the last thing you saw before death,
Before arrival of the faithful guillotine;
My face crooked into a smile,
And my eyes that backed the Devil down,
Sinister and cynical,
I wiped the earth of you before,
And now, alas, a chance for history to repeat...
Penance of your grievences
Are worth their weight in sequences
And **** the corruptable fallicies,
I only pray that I see your eyes lose all soul,
And of that, I only believe in me,
In Nothing.
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 3:06 PM UTC
I think we could use
A little more grace
And mercy these days
We are justice driven
Wanting justice for this
And wanting justice for that
We persecute and judge
We don't stop to think
About the person
We are persecuting
We get so fixated
On punishing people
For their actions
Instead of looking
At the real person
We stop seeing
The humanity
Behind the person
Driven by our biases
And our preconceived ideas
About who that person is
We need to step away
From this type of thinking
And start to see the person
Seeing the person in the street
Who doesn't have a home
Looking into the eyes of a stranger
And understanding where they are coming from
Feeling that hurt and pain in your heart at knowing
That your fellow man is hurting and suffering instead
Of turning a blind eye to the injustices that are going on
Day by day because if you continue to show apathy and judge
Your fellow man you are forgetting god's greatest commandment
Love thy neighbor as you would love yourself and treat them accordingly
Oct 28, 2012
Oct 28, 2012 at 11:52 PM UTC
To the person who's sexually attracted to children
but has never acted upon that attraction:
Thank you
it's not always easy doing the right thing
and I understand the stigmatization you face
in a society where advocating killing you is socially encouraged
for the forced productions in the privacy of your mind
usually stemming from traumatic childhood abuse
but don't let them stop you from getting help
for the misery and frustration associated with
constantly denying one's ****** urges
for the sake of others.
Nobody is born an angel or a demon
walking along we pick up horns or halos midstride
often confusing one for the other
often trading one for the other
often naming one for the other
until heavenly hellspawns
attack with horned halos.
To the person who perpetuates the stigma against those people
through edgy internet posts and comments
like it's some sort of controversial sentiment
that isolates those people until they crack
usually just so you can virtue signal militancy
so you can feel good about yourself through persecuting others:
**** you.
May 28, 2021
May 28, 2021 at 5:17 AM UTC
Have you ever looked into a mirror?
Of course you have, we all have at some point; but have you ever really looked, deep inside?
Like a vortex it will **** you in and you will become committed to picking out each flaw of yourself, as if you were to blow away the delicate petals of a dandelion; one at a time.
Honestly and truthfully, do not lie, we would all like to be cynical and selfish, to love ourselves would be one of the greatest pleasures,
but mirrors;
they are hazardous, distorting our true image until we no longer have anything left to pick out.
Yet we still insist on persecuting ourselves?
Maybe it is we who distort our own image.
Feb 10, 2016
Feb 10, 2016 at 12:20 AM UTC
You never see past the fake smile that is plastered on
You never see the BrOkEneSs that has embedded itself in her soul
She never cries for fear that someone will see how broken she truly is
She waits for a hero
Day after day scars appear on her arms because she has such a desire to control at least one aspect of the pain that torments her
She screams at night wondering who will come and rescue her
When will her tormenters stop persecuting her
Day by day she waits for her hero until she can wait no more
She writes her last words down
She takes the pills and swallows - swallows - swallows
One by one the pills slowly take action ripping her insides to shreds until she takes her last breath
Will anyone mourn her loss?
May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 1:51 PM UTC
Surrender
Harden yourself
Say "I am priceless" and mean it
Because nothing could be truer
We all wish to be beautiful in the eyes of the beholder
On a **** beach
Unbiased and open minded
Immerse yourself in your own aspects, your assets
Understand that in the grand scheme of things you are your own worst critic
Being spoon -fed and stigmatized
Immeasurable passive-aggressiveness
Assert yourself when you're among the persecuting prosecutors in this co-ed world we live in
Capitalize on your inquisitiveness and wit
Ask more questions
You know you haven't got all the answers
Use your pheromones to your advantage
Trick questions coincide with equivocal answers
Are you a runaway train of person hood?
Going off the tracks?
Going out of your way to be the change you want to see in the world?
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 1:43 PM UTC
thank you to the kind women that told me i was going to burn in hell.
thank you to my boss that told me why she was curious that i was going to consistently sin everyday for some fun
thank you to the mother that shielded her child's eyes while i walked by holding my boyfriend's hands.
thank you to the man that yelled ****** across the street while i walked my grandmother to her husband's funeral.
thank you to the kids that threw rocks at my house while i came up with a way tell my mom that it was me that accidentally broke the window.
however
thank you God for accepting me for the person i am.
thank you mom and dad for allowing me to be in love with the person i want to be in love with
thank you grandma for letting me know that even her religion is personally persecuting her for her acceptance, she doesnt care.
thank you to my siblings that understand that there isnt anything different with me, and that letting their friends know too
thank you me for being me
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 10:31 PM UTC
paper rules our lives,
from the money we use to buy the things to help us live comfortably,
to the paper with our own name,
printed across the page.
telling us that we are bound to a number that is supposed to define our whole existence.
but the paper isn't what's wrong with the world.
it's the hands that it's been in.
and throughout the years we've been persecuting trees like it's their fault that such inanimate things can control us.
we don't bother to realize that it's our own personal will and mind that traps us.
Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 10:41 PM UTC
the first forces my hand
to these keys, to these cadences,
to the heartbreaking repetition
of melancholy moments--
the comfort I find in you is
intoxicating, illuminating,
my heartstrings are at your will as
the scenes of my life,
carved into old wood from the junction
by the grace of your hands;
precious in execution, precarious in practice,
persecuting my every thought and action;
yet my intention is pure in form:
Nov 1, 2020
Nov 1, 2020 at 5:18 PM UTC
Untamed self control my own worst enemy I can be
I can not be the poison and the remedy
The voices I hear are not in my head
I hear the words as if they’ve been said.
Horrific thoughts I must endure
Collective voices worse than before
The madness escalates, reducing me to an unbalanced state
A break mentally so much others can not relate
Psychotic attack or psychotic illusion
Is it reality or is it a delusion?
Derogatory constant running commentary
Over thinking causing chaos; corrupting my mind
No escape nor shred of peace can I find
The voices I hear don’t stop they don’t give in,
Continuously ranting of dishonourable sin
I attempt to deter from mental confusions
Medically my thoughts are seen as delusions
At the time I'm not convinced I'm deluded
Convinced by distorted reality I've concluded
Distorted assumptions that I have concocted -now real
Escalated with time a darkness clouds how I feel
Negativity takes over positive thoughts
Hearing uttering of endless hurtful talk
Resulting in what I hear as being true
Suspicions conspire then conclusions are drew
Hateful words; closer louder unable to ignore
Detachment from any logical thought
From the derogatory talk I hear is believed
Its how I am seen its how I am perceived
Over thinking causing chaos corrupting my mind
Peace & positivity I can not find
Voices persecuting me to such an extent
Relentless and nasty horrid content….
Like on repeat although the night
I hear them talking but there out of sight
Surely they must tyre of slagging me off
Nasty unimaginative hateful lot
Voices of those that I know and those I am close too;
My mental state decreases concluding its true
Every emotion dark with dread and fear
Panic derived from all that I hear
I cant shut it out all of the time I take it all in
Persecuted of every action I do, I cant win
Unable to recall past psychotic occurrences
No deterrent from the cognitive disturbances
The voices never stop they don’t go away
With given time I’ll believe what they say
Whether it be a regrettable act or gossips fabricated lies
All of my self worth and confidence dies
Auditory hallucinations not willing to stop
All reasoning fact and logic forgot
Blinds my judgement and ability to see
harrowing Paranoia descends to reality
Hearing the conversations and ruthless content
Persecuting me to such an extent
Medically my thoughts are seen as delusions
I attempt to deter from mental confusions
Panic, detached irrational thought assumptions
Loss of control and distraught
When the worst of the worst is easing
Confusion remains
I question was it real or am I insane
I know now what I thought was deluded
I cant believe what I've previously concluded
At the time what I thought was real
Inability to control how I feel
Disbelief descends when delusions ease
relief then comes from what I previously perceived.
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 2:42 AM UTC
static communication line
it’s just
me and you
now
drifting
like so many clouds
wrapping our anger into hailstones
persecuting each other like salem all over again
but the line is silent now
a million miles away
control yells our names
but we do not hear
static and breath and the entity
that is what could have been
had we not become
who we are
the line crackles
to life, control
yelling my name
and yours
and softly
I take your hand
like the water of the aloe
and the entity
is engulfed
in flames
Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 7:42 PM UTC
The Bible has some interesting characters.
We can see in stanzas and rhymes
How they might have received some help
If they'd been living in modern times.
Lot, for example, had a drinking problem.
The man got drunk and slept with his daughter.
Actually with two! Advice to Lot:
Go to A.A. and stick with water.
An inferiority complex
Must have driven the angry Cain.
No matter what he did, he always
Seemed to incur God's disdain.
In searching for pairs of all animals on earth,
Noah's compulsion crossed the border
Of what today we would call
An obsessive-compulsive personality disorder.
Saul had to be extremely bipolar.
Talk about mood swings! On different occasions
He tried to **** David, who luckily escaped
By the skin of his teeth and with no abrasions.
If someone--like Solomon--had seven hundred wives
And three hundred concubines, we'd tend to say
That he had a number of serious issues,
But we don't want to go there today.
Moses talked to a burning bush,
Samuel and Elijah heard voices that told them
What to do. Now we’d say they
Were schizophrenic if voices controlled them.
Harod was really into himself;
He had to be highly narcissistic.
When Paul was persecuting the Christians,
His behavior was rather sadistic.
Without A.A. or psychiatrists,
Or drugs like Prozac, Zoloft, thorazine,
****** Haldol, Abilify, Lithium,
Seroquel, Xanax, Paxil, and clozapine,
Our Biblical characters were on their own--
To fend for themselves to carry out their mission,
Without medical insurance and someone
To say, "Get thee to a physician!"
- by Bob B
Nov 5, 2016
Nov 5, 2016 at 8:26 AM UTC
I am, who I am.
Proud and boldly standing.
I am, who I am.
Took off, safely landing.
You are, who you are.
Loudly persecuting.
You are, who you are.
Eradicate endless disputing.
WE ARE, WHO WE ARE.
One world, 'neath golden sun.
We are, who we are.
United, we, are one.
Like
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 2:37 AM UTC
Shine like it does
You set the sun against me
And here I fell
Only to find my feet
Along the blinding path
To dust, the persecuting heart returned
So too, the spirit flew
And like scales
The veil lifted
And I caught sight
Of something quite intangible
Yet, therein I found true freedom
In slaving for you
As a fisher of men
Sep 27, 2020
Sep 27, 2020 at 12:14 PM UTC
You silly fat ******* these things you don't see.
Your political rhetoric ****** sickens me.
I tire of the lies the half truths and the like.
I'd be pleased to place your head on a spike.
As a warning to anyone who would bring forth hate.
Every four years this **** won't abate.
May I suggest we try something new.
You all go away and come back with a clue.
As to what we can do to make things change.
What sort of policies and laws to arrange?
I may have written down a suggestion or two.
I'll go and retrieve them if you'll just give me a few.
Here's one I wrote while I was high one night.
Free Doritos for all an inalienable right.
Ok so maybe that one isn't so suiting.
Give me a minute my system's rebooting.
These beliefs you hold onto, have just got to go.
Too many variables and things we just don't know.
Persecuting someone because of what they believe?
Have an idea instead, then you'll have nothing to grieve.
Try teaching your kids to be not like you.
To be a good person and not as soft as a shoe.
To say what they mean and mean what they say.
Change will be here tomorrow it takes more than a day.
Stop pandering to the big corporate *******
Leeches I say! The lot of them! Suckers!
Pharmaceutical companies? They profit from pain!
What you're paying to live? It's ******* insane.
We're brought up to think more money less time?
To ponder or question is considered a crime?
**** that, **** him, and **** her too!
It's time for change, we should try something new.
Worst case scenario? I'm entirely wrong.
I know I'm repeating a familiar song.
Let peace rule out and let's all get laid.
To hell with whitey! Let us all get paid.
Look I'm not really here to bring you peace.
I don't really care about you or your niece.
But you're asking me questions pertaining to matters.
My mind starts a ticking and synapses scatter.
So I give you my thoughts and feelings on ****
I just found my bowl, it's time for a hit.
So take it or leave it I don't really care.
You don't like my answers? So go over there.
Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 5:41 PM UTC