"terrorised" poems
(This poem is on the earthquake that people in Sikkim,India had faced on 18 September 2011. I was one among them too! P.S- on this very that is my brother's birthday! So i remember it more profoundly....just read on to find out more. Certain words mean the following out here-
MG MARG- MAHATMA GANDHI MARG.{Marg means street.}
LAL BAZAAR-refers to a marketing place in the capital of Sikkim,i.e,Gangtok)
MAAL ROADING-Maal road is generally found in most of the hill stations in India. But in my college, Maal Road has a different and funny meaning.)
DISCO COMMITTEE-refers to the DISCIPLINARY Committee in our college,which takes stringent actions against the guilty.)
18 was the date-
When a bunch of girls had decided
to travel through the city.
But I was the one who wasn't prepared,
As it was raining pretty heavy.
The girls planned to eat,roam and shop about,
through the MG MARG and LAL BAZAAR!
Fortunately for me due to some unavoidable circumstances
the plan got dropped....
And all I could see was girls making unbearable pouts!!
In the evening,
when people go out MAAL ROADING,
I went to the shop with a company
for buying a recharge card as done daily!
Though I bought it,
I somehow forgot to scratch it, I rather kept it inside my bag.
Strolling down the campus
We sat on the football field
Watching the players kicking the ball in glee
With their boots,shorts and tee!
At exactly 6:10 pm, there was a great turbulence,
which caused a whole lot of purturbence!
Yes, that was the 6.9 that shook us!
People running to and fro to save their lives,
some shirtless,some barefooted and some in towels!
With buildings shaking and cracking
there was nothing
but utter horror and shouting!
People seemed like Refugees,
With no phone networks to contact friends,relatives and families!
We were told to sleep with our room doors open.
But how could we when there were still tremors coming?
SHAKE! and people would be out on the streets!
Such a day it was, when Mother Nature had terrorised us!
Still the authorities couldn't help themselves from separating boys and girls!!
If they happen to meet each other,
They would have to face the DISCO COMMITTEE all together!
Huh!! When will you get rid off this mentality?
So that we can live joyous and peacefully!!!
May 24, 2012
May 24, 2012 at 2:23 PM UTC
~ Losing Innocence ~
Why do we risk it all for love?
No matter how exquisite,
Passionate, wonderful it is,
We lose;
Always.
Whether we part for differences or in death,
We lose;
Always.
No matter how much we try to hold on,
Change ourselves or our other,
Govern and protect the relationship,
We lose;
Always.
Thus, why do we do it?
We do it for the moments that will reside with us,
Always.
For the craze and lust.
The fury,
The fervor,
The obsession, infatuation, excitement.
For the zeal, enthusiasm, passion.
We do it for us;
To penetrate over into,
Our partner.
Me and You,
We wanted it all.
None of the pain,
Just the good stuff.
Well, we had it.
The good, the lovely.
What a surprise!
But then,
As Always,
We lost.
We lost ourselves,
Our way.
The rhythm and balance
We perfected.
How did we not see it coming?
Stumbling on to a new realm.
One in which we operate alone.
The composition wrecked.
We smashed into that brick wall.
Afraid to leave,
Co-dependent.
I knew you wanted out.
Maybe a break?
You opposed it.
We could not come back from it.
I could feel the coming loss.
But not in the way I expected.
A trip!
To get us back.
The excitement could mend us.
It did for 72 hours.
Then the ultimate force of depature
Came upon.
In a small elegant English hotel,
You died in my arms
On a Saturday morning in London.
Thirty five hundred miles away from home.
The initial shock blasted my mind and body.
The detonation of torment pierced my soul.
Unadulterated suffering terrorised.
I lost my equilibrium and steadiness.
Embarking in an unknown world,
Where the dwellers seethe with agony.
A spot was saved for me there,
Where fumes suffocate.
A Hell on Earth
Where Innocence is Lost.
Jul 21, 2013
Jul 21, 2013 at 11:02 AM UTC
He’d never forgotten the heap of ****
That sat beside the mine,
It blocked the sun from his morning walk
With its shadow, so sublime,
It grew to hover above his home
From the time that he was three,
Its overpowering vastness grew
Not slow, but steadily.
And every time that the wind would blow
Its dust would fill the air,
Would saturate every cranny, even
Darken his mother’s hair,
The coal dust strangled their garden bed
So not a thing would grow,
And filled up his father’s lungs with dust
Each time that he went below.
The more that they mined the deeper coal
The higher it grew, the heap,
It spread away from the poppethead
Was covering up the street,
They tried to manage the monster but
It grew out of control,
With every truckload of **** they dumped
From where they mined the coal.
At night it loomed like a giant bat
With its shadow on the ground,
Gleaming black in the moon’s pale beam
It terrorised the town,
‘I don’t like walking at night out there,’
You’d hear the women say,
‘That heap is covering Satan’s lair
We need to get away.’
But nobody ever got away,
At least, not with their soul,
They’d sold their souls to the devil, and
Were tied to the monster, coal,
The men came home with their faces black
And their hands all scarred and torn,
For coal mining is the sort of job
You are cursed with, when you’re born.
And he was taken to work the mine
When he’d barely turned just six,
His father said, ‘Well, I think it’s time,
You can leave behind your tricks,’
They showed him how he could work the fan
To fill the mine with air,
And there he worked twelve hours a day
While he learned the word ‘Despair’.
His father died when a prop collapsed
And they had to leave him there,
Under a hundred tons of coal
But the owners didn’t care,
They simply began another drive
To make up the owner’s loss,
Whether the miners lived or died
Their lives were seen as dross.
So Andrew, that was the orphan’s name
Went down between the shifts,
He took some fuel and matches down
He’d long been planning this,
He managed to start a coal seam fire
That roared by the morning sun,
And smoke poured out of that poppethead,
While they raged, ‘What has he done?’
But Andrew never emerged again
To pay for the thing he’d done,
He’d told his sister to write a note,
‘I did it for everyone!’
His bones lie charred where his father fell,
Under a hundred ton,
They couldn’t put out the coal seam fire,
The father lies with the son.
David Lewis Paget
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 2:37 AM UTC
A bubble
Shiny, fragile
Easily terrorised, fear that is magnified
Don’t stand so close
Your breath hurts my skin
Your breath hurts my bubble
And what lies within
My bubble is soft, but my bones are of steel
The question remains
Do you want to annihilate my bubble, until all you feel
All you feel is the heat of the fire from my flesh you ignited
And the smoke seeping through the cracks of a giving hand
Do you want to strip me of all that I am
Only for you to be left with embers
Embers from my steel
From the pit of a galaxy
And my unbreakable bones.
Jun 22, 2019
Jun 22, 2019 at 6:05 PM UTC
Words will be written.
Thoughts will be told,
Information put forward.
Dreams bought and sold.
Tales of Inspiration.
Gutter-trash news.
Chaotic Information.
Informants ruse.
Politicians false pledge
Juggling board
Politics on the edge.
Should they fall on their sword?
Do they never blunder?
This Pie-crust elite
Information to wonder
While they're dragging their feet.
Our earth, our nation
With over fished ocean.
De-forestation.
No sun without lotion.
Extinction of the wild
The draining of fuel
No food for a child
The greed of the cruel.
This world where we live,
Earthquake and Tsunami
Have we nothing to give,
terrorised from the sea.
Maybe acid filled rain
don't forget Global-Warming
Is this world that we drain
perhaps giving a Warning.
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 1:13 PM UTC
It's nothing more than a word to some
It can bring back memories thought to be lost
A simple home
A small dog..
But safety to me lies within a person.
Entwined in their eyes and embedded in their being
When most people think safety, they think of something normal.
But for me,
Safety is him.
Gone with my fears and my regrets
Gone with my nightmares that terrorised me for months on end.
Safety is him and the tought of one day finally being in his arms
Even for a moment...
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 11:46 PM UTC
The first appeared to me in white, and I thought him pure of soul
Little did I know that night his spirit was black as coal
Conjuring many connotations, he seemed of pure intent
But his gift devoured nations as his plague would not relent
He spread like wildfire through the land, yet displaying no remorse
He paved the way for his brothers ****** each arrived in due course
A solemn warning that’s never heeded
Will breed nothing but despair
And no amount of promise or pleading
Will change what can’t be repaired
In red the second of the four needed no introduction
I knew at once that this was War, with havoc and destruction
He plied his trade while the world did bleed, and seeds of hate did sow
And ventured he upon his steed where no other man would go
For once the earth was fertilised from the spill of human veins
All the people he had terrorised succumbed to their own chains
A solemn warning that’s never heeded
Will breed nothing but despair
And no amount of promise or pleading
Will change what can’t be repaired
And scales in hand the third did spring with his mare dark as his heart
But far from justice he did bring; only famine did he start
And so just as midnight claims the sun he brought his starvation
To claim all good that was begun and reap his depravation
And even though his deed was done, spread far by his charcoal horse
All the suffering was far from gone; for horsemen come in fours
A solemn warning that’s never heeded
Will breed nothing but despair
And no amount of promise or pleading
Will change what can’t be repaired
And all too soon before me stood the fourth and final horseman
While there he stood with horse and hood spoke he to me his caution
Pale and pallid his horse and pallor; left a lot to be desired
Now invalid; vigour and valour; no longer are required
The Fates; their cloth length cut as due, they have measured mine alone
And now here He comes; Death right on cue, to claim me as his own
Copyright ©2016-2017 KF
Dec 10, 2016
Dec 10, 2016 at 7:40 PM UTC
It's said that the longer you try to keep something away, the deeper it's impression has on you. I fell even harder this time. I wasn't sure if this was love or guilt, it kept me at bay - it felt the same.
The first day i ever loved her, must have been or perhaps should have been the day i cherish the most; instead, it became the day that trips me over and shoves me deep into a pit of sorrow and guilt. I can't seem to get out of it. I hurt the only love of my life.
Call me depressed, maniac or just a socially awkward **** it doesn't matter, the day i made her cry all over again, caused her pain - I became all of it.
Not only did I deprive her of all the happiness and laughter she deserved, but I also filled her with doubt, distress and hatred. I birthed Pain which cripled me with anxiety and hopelessness. As a parent it should have been my duty to look after her, but my anguished soul abandoned her. I didn't dare think about how it must have terrorised her, yet when I look at her, seeking mercy, I see her pretty face, scarred by my pathetic self: laughing, hiding too much behind that pretty smile.
If only I could make her happy. If only I could look after her without fragmenting her soul even more.
Jun 20, 2020
Jun 20, 2020 at 7:11 AM UTC
what got in me?
in every thousand of seconds I walk
My eyes follow the back
taken by the moments
Everything seems good
My eyes keep in lamentation
judging which one is better
kind and bouncing very innocent
am sure eyes subscribed to the behinds
they really terrorised my mind
A better half I have
I seem though looking for another
The search I have never found
Because I don't know what it is!
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 4:11 AM UTC
*Am having conflict with truth
The truth ain't something you want in your conscious
like a ******
The murderer feels relief
the victim terrorised him
so slicing her neck was like listening to a cool beat put together and the music is just perfect
or she just end up crying like a lost kitten
you didn't mean it
but it just happened
you feel lost
and your ghosts flash right in front of you
It doesn't really set you free
It puts you in a comma
the rest is up to you
whether you fight or just drown*
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 4:24 PM UTC
How much longer do you think I can withstand
the pain of being torn apart from the
inside out? The claws ripping into my
heart, piercing my soul, making this into
a nightmare; tear-stained wishes pouring as
love floods off my tongue, easy yet broken;
my mind running circles until the thoughts
make me dizzy and I fall; paralysed,
hypnotised, terrorised. How much longer
do you think I can cope with this hole in
my heart, the hole that can only be filled
by you? Let's count.
Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 2:52 PM UTC
Truth be told
I'm terrorised with fear,
Because I'm not about to get a father,
I know I'll get a nightmare.
I don't want to enter the place, again,
Where I wish I could go back to my dreams,
To try to make it all better,
Because the reality will be painfully in front of me
And I'll never be able to make it disappear.
Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 12:08 AM UTC
The cold clammy fingers of night
creak slowly across the floorboards
as I stare at the flickering fireplace
my heart begins to up pace to race
The flooding feelings that all is not safe
brings panic to my terrorised mind in haste
I feel hands on my shoulders
yet I cannot look around
for I am frozen in fear
as I know death is here
He plays with my hair
twilling it round his bony fingers
then leans down to whisper in icy breath
did you really think you could escape me
did you really, he sniggers
say goodbye to the light
Say hello to forever night
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 8:55 PM UTC
Undervalued, as she had been her entire short life
She fell into her small simple cot, exhausted
It was eleven twenty-five and so cold that night
And four that morning since she’d left it in dread.
Given up by her frightened parents at only seven
She was just as other girls in her village
Carried away by the merciless men
Who’d terrorised the area to ****** and pillage.
A ****** no longer at just eight and a half
A mother before she was thirteen
She’d had absolutely no schooling
She didn’t even know the word obscene.
The one single thing that she did understand
Was the pain of being beaten all the time
If she wasn’t fast enough at bringing their food
She was thrashed like it was a crime.
And now here she was…exhausted
She was only eighteen, but so old
And the only thing she ever got from her Lord
Was her death that night from the cold.
A six year old motherless child all alone
She’ll be safe until she turns eight
And then just like her dead mother
She’ll be cast to the men and a terrible fate.
©Joe Wilson – Some lives are always violent…2015
There are nations around the globe where this is still a common occurrence, even in so-called civilised countries. It is the 21st century, we should be able to stop this horrendous monstrosity.
Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 2:24 PM UTC
Now that you’re here
I have dreamt my cure
Before you came
I tried everything
Holes in my skull
And scalpels
Hooks
And probes
Ossified
And terrorised
Minimised
Each time I tried
The fire
The cup
The blood and the Knife
But the loss
Of innate heat
Is the basic condition of life
Before you came
I considered the seasons
Took note of the winds
But extreme cures
Are what's needed
For extreme ills
Now that Im yours
Now you are mine
Now that you’re here
I have dreamt my cure
You hold in your hands
So small and so white
The end
To this history of medicine
The key to release
Me from this ******
And lifelong plight
The event of my body
The broth of my brain
Your eyes and your beauty
Your beautiful mind
And your beautiful shame
This merging of elements
These tears in the rain
My Fire, my Earth and my Water
My Air
Now that you’re here
Now that you are here
Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 3:37 PM UTC
I'm sat on my ranch, shotgun in hand
Swinging on the bench
I know they're coming tonight
The intruders and their dreadful stench
They've terrorised my family
And made me a paranoid man
Well now I'm making a stand
Cause now I know I can
The air starts getting colder
And the shadows slowly appear
They are very far away at present
But soon they will be near
I hear the snarl of the biggest one
The little ones start to growl
Tonight their in for a shock
I'm not going to throw in the towel
With a stern and angry voice
I shout to them loud and clear
'You'll never hurt us again'
Gone is all my fear
Now they are in my sights
And I lift my shotgun to aim
Slowly then bang bang
I put an end to their game
The yelping hurts my ears
And the moans carry in the air
But the big still keeps coming
With a wild and dangerous stare
Again I take my aim
Bang and I watch it drop
I go back indoors
Finally I've made it stop
Early the next morning
I set out to burn each one
But its me who gets the shock
As their bodies have all now gone
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 7:38 PM UTC
One last sting I have in me
before the last leaf leaves the tree,
one last kiss you have in you,
before routine runs you through.
In the summer at full strength
I terrorised the giants as they drank,
in the spring when you began,
you skipped and danced and ran.
The cold gets to us all ;
ask
the October wasp
and love in frost.
Jun 5, 2013
Jun 5, 2013 at 11:24 AM UTC
Terrorised
From dream to dream
The lines
Blurred
By familiar faces
Darkness with teeth
Horror
Liquified
My body
Drenched
My mind
Runs
My feet
Follow
Can’t run
Or hide
What’s at
The core
The scream is heard
Before I make it
Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 2:43 PM UTC
You see I am a hooligan from way back
I got in the way of people
I fought people
Slapped them hard on the back
It really wasn’t me to do that
But I look at it as being
The hooligan from way back
I used to drink lots of beer
And chucking the empties
On top of the Catholic school roof
And I had fun doing that but I needed to be reformed
You see I am the hooligan from way back
I was playing with the kids
Sometimes it was inappropriate
But it was easy to do
Some cried some let me play with them and it didn’t worry me
Because I was the hooligan from way back
You see I used to pretend I was visiting a mate in emu ridge but instead I was watching the front door till somebody came out
I didn’t know what I was doing
I was just the hooligan from way back
I hear people call me a **** when I be an adult because
With me, well I was the hooligan from way back
I was q normal average teenager who had problems
And I terrorised the streets of my city
You see I was the hooligan from way back
You see I was feeling threatened by my father and I say why
Because I was the hooligan from way back
You see I hated being teased
I hated the itchy feeling I got
When the other kids teased me
But I was the hooligan from way back and I must say
I was the hooligan from way back leaving the big angry man
On his own
I mean I love life
And I love the planet
It is nice and comfortable
Yes I am cool
I read and say I am a cold kid mate
But I am the hooligan from way back saying to everyone
Time to party time to swing
Yeah yeah yeah
Being a hooligan is fun for all
Feeling all scruffy and messy
Not worrying about the clean cut nerds who are the teasers
Of myself, the hooligan from way back, cool as cool can be
I squeeze my way through drainpipes and it fucken-well was a tight squeeze but I did it and some nerdy old family person toasted me with a beer
You see I am the hooligan from way back
Nothing bothers me
Being the hooligan from way back makes me say
*** is evil and so is family stuff
So sit in my room saying
I am the hooligan from way back and I can’t change my actions
I am the hooligan from way back yeah I feel cool, calm and collected
Aug 5, 2018
Aug 5, 2018 at 12:31 AM UTC
When the trees had fallen
By the hands of men,
No one was was there to mourn.
When the naked patches of hill
Covered the blue mountains
And tall towered trees powerlessly fell,
No one stopped to mourn.
Upon the terrorised trees
Hovered the mother mist.
She snuggled them tight and whispered:
“Do not look, my children.
Nothing will happen.
Tomorrow, everything is going to be okay.”
Her divine wrath wreathed up to the ash sky
And afar-
Afar it went.
Feb 20, 2019
Feb 20, 2019 at 6:31 AM UTC
Time being one moment of linear
to a poet
stitching together other loose ends
who refuse to be domesticated
like love.
Love that goes in search of the *****
- to give a kiss
Just as St Francis of Assisi, did.
And the legend of him holding out his hands
-for birds to come nest.
And taming the wolf who terrorised a small village.
Yes this loose end of love.
Aug 27, 2016
Aug 27, 2016 at 2:21 PM UTC