"smited" poems - Hello Poetry

We are hydrocarbons We all burn We are all laughed at And we all get our turn We produce our own enemies We almost smother ourselves in sadness We all release CO2 When we die from this poem's badness We all want to be superior We all want to be the equalizer We want to be leerier Without being the sympathizer We smite and are smited We hurt and we heal We spite and are spited And have a tenuous relationship with what's real We are hydrocarbons We are equal despite what we aspire And if you don't agree I'll light you on fire

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Oct 22, 2014

Oct 22, 2014 at 4:45 PM UTC

darcy-sahn

We Are Hydrocarbons

We are hydrocarbons We all burn We are all laughed at And we all get our turn We produce our own enemies We almost smother ourselves in sadness We all release CO2 When we die from this poem's badness We all want to be superior We all want to be the equalizer We want to be leerier Without being the sympathizer We smite and are smited We hurt and we heal We spite and are spited And have a tenuous relationship with what's real We are hydrocarbons We are equal despite what we aspire And if you don't agree I'll light you on fire

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The Gazelle, forced down to the bed Her cries, filling inside her womb Her crimes, fester over her body painted like an open wound. What crime is being prey— What sin is weakness, to be smited by The Lion? The Gazelle, pinned across the bed Clawing — shrieking — kicking — The Lion is stronger still. Thoughts of God bring thoughts of repent. And today — tonight — tomorrow, The Lion leads her sermon The Gazelle pleads mercy. The Lion consumes her. The Gazelle, lying vacant on the bed Apologies fill the stagnant air Regret — wrath — sorrow stains the sheets. The Gazelle knows not what made the full lion feast. Her blame is hers, pointed inward and not out The Lion leaves. The Gazelle — torn — seeks The Hyenas.

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Jul 31, 2016

Jul 31, 2016 at 9:21 PM UTC

alijan-ozkiral

The **** of Sylva Romero

The Gazelle, forced down to the bed Her cries, filling inside her womb Her crimes, fester over her body painted like an open wound. What crime is being prey— What sin is weakness, to be smited by The Lion? The Gazelle, pinned across the bed Clawing — shrieking — kicking — The Lion is stronger still. Thoughts of God bring thoughts of repent. And today — tonight — tomorrow, The Lion leads her sermon The Gazelle pleads mercy. The Lion consumes her. The Gazelle, lying vacant on the bed Apologies fill the stagnant air Regret — wrath — sorrow stains the sheets. The Gazelle knows not what made the full lion feast. Her blame is hers, pointed inward and not out The Lion leaves. The Gazelle — torn — seeks The Hyenas.

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The twigs and branches of her charred wings remained motionless as her head hung heavy Criss crossed and and worn, behind rainy willow leaves two watering celestial spheres swirled until they sat fixed at her feet a frayed hole, at the tip of her shoe sailed at the bow, propelled by grass stains and dew a hard working crew: refreshed from the sky, displayed for the gods Were smited there on the seas by her whispering angelic frauds Reached for the ax angled it right one fell swoop shall set things right hand full of vines she looked back at herself Through the black holes in her eyes but even this wasn't good enough nor the fallen leaves upon roof tops

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Nov 12, 2013

Nov 12, 2013 at 12:55 AM UTC

cooper-valin

November

The twigs and branches of her charred wings remained motionless as her head hung heavy Criss crossed and and worn, behind rainy willow leaves two watering celestial spheres swirled until they sat fixed at her feet a frayed hole, at the tip of her shoe sailed at the bow, propelled by grass stains and dew a hard working crew: refreshed from the sky, displayed for the gods Were smited there on the seas by her whispering angelic frauds Reached for the ax angled it right one fell swoop shall set things right hand full of vines she looked back at herself Through the black holes in her eyes but even this wasn't good enough nor the fallen leaves upon roof tops

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You're beautiful Her heart leaked though sweat soaked pores hardening into black fragmented biotite to hold her in the prison of her own piousness Feldspar crystal kneecaps vine intertwining into the lost rock city Rita was your lascivious sin worth stitching your soul with Zizyphus Spina Christi to the barren waste lands of your repentance He kissed you while standing in death's door with sickened veins You grasped hold and pulled him back from the shadows of the valley He loved you by the alter of your Father as you bled your tongue in silence You vowed to lay with no other man than Him almighty But your vow broke like straw in the sweet summer heat Now your head remains bowed waiting for your soft breeze of forgiveness As the ground shifts, as the wind blows Your body shudders, slipping fragments of your nose, ears, arms, feet, ******* eyes, and fingers slide from you As your lips crumble to rest upon your thigh You cry out, vibrations leading to your demise. Screaming for the ones who have forsaken, weeping for Him who has smited you by turning your soul to stone. Though it all with in your eternal poignancy, and never ending rage You're still magnificent. I don't believe that shall come to pass.

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Feb 23, 2017

Feb 23, 2017 at 3:17 PM UTC

felix-sladal

Kneeling Nun.

You're beautiful Her heart leaked though sweat soaked pores hardening into black fragmented biotite to hold her in the prison of her own piousness Feldspar crystal kneecaps vine intertwining into the lost rock city Rita was your lascivious sin worth stitching your soul with Zizyphus Spina Christi to the barren waste lands of your repentance He kissed you while standing in death's door with sickened veins You grasped hold and pulled him back from the shadows of the valley He loved you by the alter of your Father as you bled your tongue in silence You vowed to lay with no other man than Him almighty But your vow broke like straw in the sweet summer heat Now your head remains bowed waiting for your soft breeze of forgiveness As the ground shifts, as the wind blows Your body shudders, slipping fragments of your nose, ears, arms, feet, ******* eyes, and fingers slide from you As your lips crumble to rest upon your thigh You cry out, vibrations leading to your demise. Screaming for the ones who have forsaken, weeping for Him who has smited you by turning your soul to stone. Though it all with in your eternal poignancy, and never ending rage You're still magnificent. I don't believe that shall come to pass.

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What should you do with a second-hand muse-- inspiration spent, and by his mistress abus’d?: Feed him some grapes under cliffsides and clouds, sit him under a tree; read him verses aloud. Make him a spectre of love unrequited, tell him of enemies that you’d like smited. Recount transgressions, and triumphs and losses; ponder Cruel Fate and the luck of coin tosses. Tell him of all of your sins now excused-- how the Judge and the Jury have been recused. And that any dream, urge, or whim can be used-- but you simply cannot go on as a-mused.

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Feb 21, 2017

Feb 21, 2017 at 9:00 PM UTC

scarlet-mccall

Refurbishing a Muse

What should you do with a second-hand muse-- inspiration spent, and by his mistress abus’d?: Feed him some grapes under cliffsides and clouds, sit him under a tree; read him verses aloud. Make him a spectre of love unrequited, tell him of enemies that you’d like smited. Recount transgressions, and triumphs and losses; ponder Cruel Fate and the luck of coin tosses. Tell him of all of your sins now excused-- how the Judge and the Jury have been recused. And that any dream, urge, or whim can be used-- but you simply cannot go on as a-mused.

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Dear God, why do u love me, why did u create me, why haven't u smited me yet. Dear god, I don't deserve to live, I keep messing up, and I always say im going to change but I don't. I just go back to doing the same bad things, and I don't know why? I guess I'm just addicted, afflicted by temptation, and it got me feeling sickly. God I need u to heal me of these deeds, I admit that am caught up in this selfish ambition. I think I may need rehab God because I'm just stuck in this eternal circle and can't get out of it. The guilt and shame is getting to me, I don't want to go to hell, yet I keep up with this dark secret of mine. People think im so holy, that I can't do anything wrong, but they only see the mask I put on, to hide what's on the inside. I fake myself, I'm such a hypocrite, I judge but don't want judgment. God this is my confession, and I know that this life u gave me is such a blessing, that I should not be wasting. I was lost in this darkness of mine walking blind, till u found me, and gave me a sign. God I need that sign again, because I'm back to my darkness. Dear God please forgive me for my sins, even though I don't deserve it.

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Jul 24, 2014

Jul 24, 2014 at 3:21 PM UTC

ClassyJ

Dear God

Dear God, why do u love me, why did u create me, why haven't u smited me yet. Dear god, I don't deserve to live, I keep messing up, and I always say im going to change but I don't. I just go back to doing the same bad things, and I don't know why? I guess I'm just addicted, afflicted by temptation, and it got me feeling sickly. God I need u to heal me of these deeds, I admit that am caught up in this selfish ambition. I think I may need rehab God because I'm just stuck in this eternal circle and can't get out of it. The guilt and shame is getting to me, I don't want to go to hell, yet I keep up with this dark secret of mine. People think im so holy, that I can't do anything wrong, but they only see the mask I put on, to hide what's on the inside. I fake myself, I'm such a hypocrite, I judge but don't want judgment. God this is my confession, and I know that this life u gave me is such a blessing, that I should not be wasting. I was lost in this darkness of mine walking blind, till u found me, and gave me a sign. God I need that sign again, because I'm back to my darkness. Dear God please forgive me for my sins, even though I don't deserve it.

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see to me god doesn't make any sense why would someone anyone higher being.. put us here to live a happy life.. or a bad one or a sad one or a psychotic, messed up one.. to just have us die.. like literally have no meaning on earth to have eternal happiness in some other dimensional plane.. why, would he forgive ALL sins.. how do you forgive someone for killing a child how do you forgive someone for molesting their own children how do you forgive someone for going against your teachings and throwing away everything you've strived to make people not do just to forgive them when the say "please god forgive me" how does a god let small children suffer cancer and sickness for no reason? how does god take the lives of the innocent with car crashes and drug abuse? free will? because he "needed" them where ever the **** "he" is?? maybe if he does exist i'll be smited for thinking this.. i'll be banned to the all eternal fire pit that is hell.. but how can he think that someone like me wouldn't think like this?? there is after all no proof of his existence.. the only proof i have that I exist is that i can see myself.. that's it.. i can't see him.. i can't feel him.. i don't know him.. prove me wrong..

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Feb 12, 2015

Feb 12, 2015 at 1:08 AM UTC

creaTRE

why

see to me god doesn't make any sense why would someone anyone higher being.. put us here to live a happy life.. or a bad one or a sad one or a psychotic, messed up one.. to just have us die.. like literally have no meaning on earth to have eternal happiness in some other dimensional plane.. why, would he forgive ALL sins.. how do you forgive someone for killing a child how do you forgive someone for molesting their own children how do you forgive someone for going against your teachings and throwing away everything you've strived to make people not do just to forgive them when the say "please god forgive me" how does a god let small children suffer cancer and sickness for no reason? how does god take the lives of the innocent with car crashes and drug abuse? free will? because he "needed" them where ever the **** "he" is?? maybe if he does exist i'll be smited for thinking this.. i'll be banned to the all eternal fire pit that is hell.. but how can he think that someone like me wouldn't think like this?? there is after all no proof of his existence.. the only proof i have that I exist is that i can see myself.. that's it.. i can't see him.. i can't feel him.. i don't know him.. prove me wrong..

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filled with the endless buzz of socialites, social sites friends abound and yet when that connection the gateway the path to sweet validation is severed deleted destroyed mauled in ways unimaginable it's like the death of a friend a buddy a sibling a lover something is lost but it's temporary yet in those moments just after when the wound is still fresh it's like god smited thee condemning thou to the nth circle the deepest pit of hell tartarus but in the cool clear light of dawn when the day finally breaks all is well and thine head is clear for the connection can be repaired renewed reanimated rebirthed revived into something of beauty of grace of joy of life and the cycle will always begin anew

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Jul 1, 2019

Jul 1, 2019 at 8:20 PM UTC

dead-80s-arcade

the internet is a tragically lonely place

filled with the endless buzz of socialites, social sites friends abound and yet when that connection the gateway the path to sweet validation is severed deleted destroyed mauled in ways unimaginable it's like the death of a friend a buddy a sibling a lover something is lost but it's temporary yet in those moments just after when the wound is still fresh it's like god smited thee condemning thou to the nth circle the deepest pit of hell tartarus but in the cool clear light of dawn when the day finally breaks all is well and thine head is clear for the connection can be repaired renewed reanimated rebirthed revived into something of beauty of grace of joy of life and the cycle will always begin anew

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