"villians" poems
All Captain Hook wanted was love.
All Cruella de Vil wanted was self-esteem.
All Cinderella's stepmother wanted was success.
These villains were not villians at all.
They had the same intentions as everybody else on Earth.
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 11:52 AM UTC
And - yes, you're right of course
She should have stopped the cough
Before imposing it on you
So sleep was killed;
So furthering your grinding sisterhood
That you were stealthy-taught
By raising villians dead,
Whose ghosts still shade your brows.
Dec 27, 2012
Dec 27, 2012 at 2:40 AM UTC
By the standards of Batman Villians
I am insane.
I've been waiting for the day,
Where I would lose myself,
Let the words fall where they'd lay.
I'll be okay.
It's an inane request,
I'm tore by you
I can't get this feeling
Away from my chest.
Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 12:14 AM UTC
A hero in a book or movie.
Fighting the evil queen.
Reclaming a homeland-or mountain.
Saving the world with a companion in a blue boxs.
Leading a rebelion.
Beind captain of a ship- Serenity or the USS Enterpise.
Cathing a serial killer.
Or stopping a psychotic well dressed villian.
One man or woman saving the world.
When I was younger I wished I could be like them.
But now I can barely fight the demons in my mind.
Why would I dream of saving the day when I am not sure I want to live another day?
Life is no fairy tail.
This is not Middle-Earth or Narnia.
There are villians and monsters yes but not ones that we can defeat during wizzard chess or with a want or lazer sword.
They are just as real and dangerous.
But the live in our minds.
I tried to run from the watching tv series and movies and reading books.
Dreaming of another life.
But eventualy the demons got closer to chatching up.
And no hero will be able to safe me.
I will have to fight the monsters in my head myself, all on my own.
And I hope that I will be strong and brave enough when that time comes.
Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 4:37 PM UTC
Barrels of oil painted smooth in acryllic
fill up the cracks with a feeling
spit out the money to feed the machine
Fair if it's toiling kids
draped along spoiled villians
immersed to serve the version of a billionaire's dream
eat the rich
Try me after I've been taught
I could've bought my chain
I would've lost my name
I should've dropped my shame facade
to play the game
We grew the youthful breath of heaven from the clay beneath our bones
imbued and innervated
aided you and drew the oath to play within the zone
circle reverie treasury burdens
bury the feathery,
herding squarely to fame - put on a show
eat the rich
dare me
you and yours invaded
bated breath had sung belated effort, whistle "death has reared it's head
at our expense so grab a sword.
We can war this **** straight out of this ole ditch
and fix whatever ***** gone wrong with it
with grit and sense
and build a fence"
Forget the soil your roots are grown in,
if you want to.
bask in shadow
of the weight of trust and decency
impeding our advances to your winner's table
fabled robin hoods with internets
guess who's deft enough let you know through every filter
left for us we may upset your dinner guests
let em know what's on the menu
eat the rich
let em know
The irony in learning
how to burn the fuel that kills you
after all the warning signs were there
sound familiar? it's a slog
burnin up, they'll crawl around
and find a meal on common ground
try the light show one more time
maybe that'll work
"The serfs are like a herd you see
they can't be riled along without a sermon
Burden them with silks and styles
worry them toward money piles"
Remind them of the fire they've been turning
Analogies aside I must abide by me and mine
but I've still got my eye on anything
...concerning
eat the rich
with discretion I guess.
May 24, 2019
May 24, 2019 at 7:35 AM UTC
The twisted reality is that bones break. People literally break and you dont always get better. Lives end, stories end, and people rarely get new beginings. The twisted reality is that none of what you thought as a kid was true. Not everyone can be president, and you cant be who you want to be. The twisted reality is that there are monsters in some little girls rooms, and thier moms cant make them go away. The twisted reality is that nightmares only end when you do, you dont get to wake up and think everything is fine. The twisted reality is that your parents lie to you. Not everyone is beautiful, not everyone is talented, and not everyone can be special. The twisted reality is that someone in your current school will become a 'villian' before thier life is over. The twisted reality is that we are all villians. Doing horrible things for what we think is right. The twisted reality is that most people will ignore what i am saying. Live in the lie. The twisted reality is people die thinking everything is fine.
Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 10:21 AM UTC
Short are your cries
quiet are your whispers
don't want to let them hear you
they will never belive you
or understand your pain
so just keep it hidden
only cry when it rains
you can't blame them forever
they've already forgotten you
why hold on, and satisfy their needs
while neglecting your very own
you may have missed out
on swing sets and merry-go-rounds
but what's lost is lost
and it's not yours to find
I know they hurt you
stabbed your heart and left you for dead
but those monsters are gone now
no one's hiding under your bed
now the sword is in your hands
and you've grown strong and tall
heroes aren't only in the movies
your braver and more beautiful
than any movie star
Raise your head dear one
lift your hands to the heavens
the villians are trampled underfoot
you are a bright shining star
with your sword and your sheild and your soul overflowing
you will inspire the masses
you can help change the world
what's done is done
what's lost is lost
what's here is now
and you are victorious
Apr 5, 2010
Apr 5, 2010 at 4:06 PM UTC
Imagine a world without terror outer
and inner, sans famine of food and water,
where every soul is well-sated; a world
sans sickness and disease, not by the cord
of morbidity and death held; a place
where huts are mansions, every shack is
a castle, and each flat a grand manor;
where the roads are built with pure gold
and the bridges with resplendent diamond;
where the day does not change in colour,
except when full moon in its full array
once in a month has its own display.
I mean a planet steeping in love
unfeigned, bristling with true hospitality
of the soul; a world bereft of danger,
and of every mind-and-heart breaker;
a world with the similitude of the garden of
Eden, hung on the shoulders of harmony--
where man at another cove's lovely dove
will not leer, where there are
no split and divorce. The genre, stuff
of life where one's pigmentation is
not the cardinal, but the inner essence.
A sort of society where ****** Hussein
and Laden-like fellows and all their
coterie of killers do not have a lair
of habitation, i refer; where besetting sin
has no confederacy with the rotary heart
and mind of man; where the leagues
of villians are non-existence. An earth
where conglomeration of wicked cliques
is non-operational: where everyone be
holy--no child soilder, nor forced labour;
where women are not ravaged in cruelty
of acts, and is void of conflict and war.
Such a place "the world" is not called
but "heaven: governed by the Almighty Lord.
Jul 13, 2013
Jul 13, 2013 at 3:20 AM UTC
She was not like most people, she got caught somewhere in between reality while swallowing substances as a form of psychiatry.
She had found herself always stumbling accross her own art you see, even amongst her own world she was lost and misplaced her galaxy's key.
She was never exactly listening while breathing in your level of dimension you see, her thoughts wandered much too far off the edge of her galaxy's sea.
This place she ended up was consumed by madness, darkness, and imagination. She was always shaking on the floor fighting the feelings of prostration.
This woman lived inside of her head you know, all these things she could not explain somehow made her grow.
She fought against her own world, how was she supposed to stay sane when the reality around her was swirled?
She tried her best by hiding behind the moon and sprinkling her world with fairy dust, still she found herself screaming at the stars to please shake off the feeling of lust.
She was cursed with a heart that never ceased to love, voices whispered in the skies of her own galaxy and laughed at her from above.
She refused to waste her time believing in actuality, for she was too busy seducing starlight with her sensual sexuality.
Her unpredictable personality was either devilish or angelic, she was lost while chasing dragons in this world of hers oh so psychedelic.
You would never dare to walk deeper into her thoughts of fantasy and lucid dreaming, your naive infinity could have never established any meaning.
You were unimpressed by her actions and resented her always reckless, around the witch's neck laid her luck inside a necklace.
She remained in her own nonsense believing mysteries indeed mystical, in the end these mysteries meaning nothing less than egotistical.
You never saw beyond the facts of your own perspective, little did you know
from her's she was fighting villians just to keep her nature protected.
May 15, 2019
May 15, 2019 at 8:26 PM UTC
"Once upon a time"
What a cliche way to begin a story
"And they lived happily ever after"
Do they really?
Does everyone live happily ever after?
What about Cinderella's stepsisters?
Or the huntsman in Snow White?
Do they get happy endings?
No one seems to care about them
Snow White and Cinderella get the prince
What does everyone else get?
Princes and castles?
Crowns and glory?
The "villians" never get anything
Just because they are bad doesn't mean they can't be good
No one tries to redeem them
The live wickedly without knowing right
Without knowing the good they could have
They may have money, gold, and stolen treasures
But d they have happiness, love and hope?
No one shows them how to achieve goodness
So they steal it from others
The prince saved the princess
But who saves the villians?
Jul 29, 2012
Jul 29, 2012 at 5:41 PM UTC
If only my childhood self knew…
life wasn't as amazing as it seemed.
If only my childhood self knew…
Happy endings only existed in movies.
If only my childhood self knew…
the smiles and laughs would soon fade away.
If only my childhood self knew…
The monsters and villians don't always lose.
If only my childhood self knew…
how damaged i would be today.
If only i knew my childhood fantasies…
Weren't going to come true…
Maybe i wouldn't of been so natïve
Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 6:10 PM UTC
My head is a place filled with glitter and sparkles
unicorns roam there daily
heroes and wizards adventure on bravely
the unicorn narwhal party still raving
my mind starts caving in
as the teacher slams the work on my desk
ripping me from my thoughts
the unicorn narwhal party no longer raving
the villians may have actually started behaving
i should have paid more attention
so when i heard him meantion
my name
you think school is a game
he stated
i waited
it felt as if the world was upon
my shoulder
for i had no answer
i could not think
all eyes land upon me
my cheeks turn a rosy pink
if only i could sit back in my chair and sink
into nothing
for the greatest shame
is this horrid fame
he repeats my name
my knowledge starts to wane
i start to feel a sharp pain
in my head as i burst awake
for this all to be a dream
is just too mean
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 6:19 PM UTC
Your heart was a princess,
locked in the highest tower.
And your ribs were razor wire,
keeping me out.
You clawed at my fingers
tracing your poisoned skin
and stole my breath
with your toxic air.
I tried to be your knight in shining armor,
fighting the dragon that was your biting tongue,
but you quickly melted my sword
and broke my heart.
Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 4:26 PM UTC
Miami Vice – The Song – From First Kiss Rock Opera
The night was ringing, with violent sounds,
the echoes of turbulent dreams were flying,
being chased by villians, like foxes and hounds,
through the streets, hear the voices crying
seems he had been, a witness of crime,
he was offering his service to the city,
the cartel found out, he was taking the time,
his interventions would allow for no pity
duck your heads, run for the cover,
these beasts of violence, will sure take your life
hide with the Feds, save your lover,
be wary of traitors, they cut like a knife
the wailing of sirens, tear through the night,
warnings of immanent danger for you,
seek out the dark, stay out of the light,
you and your lover with your love so true
duck your heads, run for the cover,
these beasts of violence, will sure take your life
hide with the Feds, save your lover,
be wary of traitors, they cut like a knife
Still thinking of that First Kiss ….
Gomer LePoet
Apr 22, 2010
Apr 22, 2010 at 8:39 AM UTC
Born under Artemus
To the mother, Nemesis
Born to fight against
The hounds of hell
Has earned his company
In the temple of villainy
Has earned his place
Among the lore
For the lore be written
To include the villians
For the lore be not a judge
To cast shame on him
His actions have bound
His fate with the hounds
His actions will decide
Which road to chase
Which sends his soul
To a heart once his own
Which sends his mind
Into insanity
His state on the plane,
A strange domain
His state on the dais
A pawn to the fates
Who allow him to rectify
His mistakes in life
Who allow the hounds
To snap their jaws
At the gates of hell
With a familiar swell
At the gates of Hades
With a heart of hatred
With a beautiful prize
Held up with pride
With a beautiful emptiness
Caused by vengeance
The hounds snap their jaws
And click their claws
The hounds move aside
To grant his passage
Into the forever abyss
That is born from hate
Into the forever
His name, Eucledes.
May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 2:32 AM UTC
monsters dont lie under my bed
they live inside the noise in my head
they wait behind my eyes
whispering sweet lies
waiting for when they can come alive
absorb the strength i have inside
sneak beneath the soles of my feet
never skip a beat, or ever sleep
wait until i am weak
to lead me to thier world beneath
these villians dont hide in shadows
never lead your side, and always follow
they lure you in at your worst
make sure you have to put them first
take all you have ,but still you need
your heart and soul off they feed
make you forget all thats worthwhile
take over who you are,
rest easy while you're in denial
when you are in the dark they scream
so loud and clear, no escape from the dream
when your in the light they talk too
no matter where you are they always want you
how do you escape your mind
no release, begging please, give me the light
demons knocking at my door
always searching, wanting more
how are you to win this fight
who will save you from thier night
can you find the crystal site
to lead you into moonlight
sometimes you have to face the fall
hit rock bottom lose it all
to get back up and start a new
find your path, search your truth
armor up and prepare for battle
you are stronger than these shadows
remember who and what you are
and all the beauty you have to live for
these temptations are not real
only ghosts that you can feel
fight for your life
as the war begins
never surrender
and this too you can win
Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 1:03 AM UTC
The heroes of the light but neither born in one or the other,but born into a world scarred with a face to bare for eternity...
Bound with a name dipped in the pools of hate but a soul dipped in purity to neither having more of one than the other...
To be able to choose both paths instead of just one.
These laws of which I believe by them being the path of love and hate...
composed with very specific laws unwritten but scetched deep within your head.
My idea of a perfect society is one where it does not fade into either good or evil...
known for not one but many things but known for mostly for its openmindedness and its wisdom.
Beyond simple structure the stones which build them, my society built apon the old rule of an eye for an eye and its fairness of treating others how you wish to be treated...
the knowledge to know no one is born in to power.
But strengthen to the point of that power, no man or woman may hold supreme power over all things nor can one man or woman control another.
All living things die...
a society where the people decide how thier country is controlled not how a select few control it.
I believe that a country should represent the people not a select few that are almost always corrupt to speak for them...
ac/10/24/09
Feb 23, 2010
Feb 23, 2010 at 6:50 AM UTC
He wore a stripped shirt
that resembled the twist of serpants
though he smiled warmly his eyes were
steady on the dollars
placing labels and badges on all
the soldiers fighting to pay rent
and live in times so far from purpose
I kick back and watch him scribble
false notice
prescribing a pill to every effect from
this life
its left me purging
I hate the institutions
the corrupt unjust
sick ***** sedating my
passions and
numbing me up
smart went to another place
outside your local village where
the villians mix the chemical
perserves in your children's fillings
I cant help the way I percieve what
I have seen
I cant help that my fall from innocents
was rougher and obscene
I cant stop thinking of the misuse
of power and money mongers
I want to burn the kingdom
hoping it'd grow back to something better
misguided we walk off cliffs and to the slaughter
or we come back as our fathers paper back novel
excellence for me has fallen to resistence
because I simply cant stand this kind of exsistence
go ahead and direct me to another perscription
corrupt everything in my mind that makes me human
I'm ODD to the extreme !
I reject most of you and the latest thing
and now this man sits here
telling me I'm sick and spiraling
as he shakes hands with satan
defiling minds from eyes that only see green
and I pay my way to see this jackal conspiring?!
You can keep your advice your diagnoses and the dice
I'll leave you now to gamble with the rest of the villager's lives
Dec 13, 2012
Dec 13, 2012 at 9:13 PM UTC
I see worlds of demons and villians as I take my last breath
I avidly add adages to the words that I press
Each and everyday strewn and littered with stress
Life’s just a savage game of chess
A new beginning has been presented
With her gone it’s like I’m living out a life sentence
Never again will a person so perfect be invented
She truly had an awe inspiring presence
48
Living life with a newfound belligerence
Like a high off of ten different barbiturates
Today’s generation is filled with complete ignorance
This cypher shall be thy deliverance
Since her death I’ve been nothing but diffident
Like a lost dog, I’m timid
People have always seen me as quite different
But to that opinion, I’m indifferent
48
Life is all about mind over matter
Look at the wall covered with your brain splatter
On some Ice-T **** rhymes that blow your mind
True love is hard to find
Do you live life as you want to
Or do you follow everything society tells you
In the end society will destroy you
No matter what, stay true
48
Just rolled up, five & dime
Every morning, rise and grind
Now I’m flying away with Peter Pan
Gone, gone, gone away, Never Land
So here’s to another day
Another coffin rots away
Life’s just a game we play
Until God takes us away
48
Tomorrow is not a guarantee
When my mind is my purgatory
No soul can control me
Your word’s do nothing for me
Now you’re saying I’m your salvation
Who the hell are you? What’s your relation
I miss seeing her eyes ablaze with elation
Her death was my inevitable damnation
48
No matter where I am, I’m writing a verse
I’ve seen too many loved ones dead in a hearse
My heart golden, but my blood’s black
My thoughts stretch to oblivion, like you leg on the torture rack
Is this where I belong?
This is only the beginning, not a swansong
I’m bound to be bigger than King Kong
Free my mind, get ***** eyed like Cheech & Chong
48
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 5:43 PM UTC
Fault is a stealy sheild..
Blame, a fool's way to resist..
Misery affords some company..
Yet then Suffering will only persist..
A rebellion requires no heros..
No villians, no victims, nor saints..
Now how would this picture be painted..
If Healing and Mercy were paints?
The intense and darker shades..
Blended with muted, softer lights..
The poetry in each colors' movement..
Would strike us all with such sight..
We would not focus on parts..
Wonder what is"good" or what's "bad"..
We would breathe in the splendor..
The artistry of soul survial we now have..
Released from harsh judgement..
Free of resentments and old pain..
And finally those who have harmed us..
Forgiven, allowing inner peace to reign..
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 8:43 PM UTC
They call me evil
I’m Superman’s little punching bag
Golden Eye’s shooting range
Anyone look at it from my view
Suicide Squad was a joke
It didn’t represent the struggle of a villian
The struggle of my life
And everything around it
Let’s start with a story
I was a crack baby on the street
Momma shooted ****** 10 inches deep
She overdosed when I was 13
And my daddy was a good man
But I was messed up
He paid for my school
But I was hit and bullied
Cried to my dad but he didn’t care
He left me in the streets when I was 17
Why’d you do that old man
He couldn’t handle me and all my problems
So he ran away
Every job, every college
Turned me down like an illegal
Like I committed some sort of crime
I learned technology myself
Sometimes stealing books from the local library
That is how my evil started
But all my knowledge on tech accumulated
Until I was something more bigger than myself
I stole parts from the tech store
I trained myself to be a kung fu demigod
With a side of overpowered
And a pinch of passion
I built a robot
And my goal was to get revenge
On the people who doubted me
And all the people who hated me
And destroy them all
I killed them
Every owner
Every bully
I squashed with my robot
And then those heroes came along
At the peak of my hour
And that is when my head was out of the clouds
And it came back to reality
I presented my case
But they wouldn’t listen
So now I am here
In state prison
This is the villians view
The side of story no one sees
Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 5:17 PM UTC
These nights
It seems like
I've been losing sleep
Afraid to close my eyes
And see your twisted dreams
Thin lines
Divide
What separates you from me
The villians and heroes
That we were meant to be
Sliding down zip lines
Navigating riptides
These nights
It seems like I'm
Dreaming a lie
Fallen stars and crowded halls
You tear me down
Like a wrecking ball
Tailor-made by your lies
I can see
No place to hide
This flow
Oh so sick
Swallow down a shot of my favorite medicine
These nights
It seems like I'm
Losing my mind
Apr 12, 2013
Apr 12, 2013 at 10:10 PM UTC
I find comfort In the dark
Like the night
The silence
And the villains that used to play on my tv screen
They were brave
Though called cruel
They spoke their
heart
Misunderstood from the start
In the world so bleak
And without a clean slate to start from
They were hopeless from the start
A horrible upstart
Close to my own
I hold villians close to my heart
Shielding them from the hero
Which is all to bland
And to be blunt
There always painted too brightly
Bold colors
Bright and popping
Showing they are brighter
Better than crime the villain
Dark and shy
Most the time unable to fly
Why do wee pain them in such colors
We’re all to simple minded
To believe in a world of crime
Color could truly describe
Nov 22, 2024
Nov 22, 2024 at 12:49 AM UTC
I feel like I'm falling
But I'm standing straight on my feet
I feel like I'm dying
But I can hear my heart beat
I feel like crying
But I don't shed a tear
I want you gone
But I need you right here
Don't move on to another girl
Come back to me
To our fantasy world
You can be the prince
I will be the princess
You can save me
From all the evil villains
We were holding hands
Together we were happy
I'm dreaming of
My fairytale ending
My head is spinning
My ears are ringing
From listening to our song
To me it's like a lullaby
But it makes me cry
Cause it brings back memories
Of the happy days
That used to be
Did you forget
About you and me
I saw you with that other girl
Now you don't smile
Anymore
You know that you
Were meant to be
With me
Don't move in to another girl
Come back to me
To our fantasy world
You can be the prince
I can be the princess
You can save me from all the evil villians
I'm the damsel in distress
Your my Prince Charming
You say don't
Worry, I'm coming
Me and you together
We are always happy
Finally I've got
My fairytale ending
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 1:05 AM UTC
". . .THE WONDROUS ARCHITECTURE OF THE WORLDE. . . ."
I laugh
the road over the Hog's Back
closed because....it melted
was the sun ever so
back in your day
eh Kit?
and what do I read
Mr. Marlowe?
why words, Kit, words
that word magician
Dr. Burgess he presumes
to bring you back
to life again
and so it seems
I see your blood Kit
streaming in the firmament
nay only a Deptford sunset
dragged screaming from memory
your blood upon the page Kit...
mere cherry juice it
stains the words
and so to Deptford I
do go
thanks to Madame Remembrance
I a poor
purveyor of poetry
clutching at words
and here
a great reckoning
not in a little room
but on a lost street
staining the scene
a sickly yellow
and so enough
of Prologue...
Act 1 begins
a smiling ruffian
see his knife smiles too
the blade eager for blood
alas I
in so much pain I
have no fear of death
indeed would welcome
the flicked knife
if it would release me
from my life
a man prepared
to die if it be so
"Come live with me and be
my love..." I doth quote
in my best Passionate Shepard
"Wot?" he wots
scared of my insouciance
the ghost of Marlowe by my side
ahhh he the very villian
a scar from eye to smile
he aims to do the same to me
"Where, rogue... did
they get thee?" I mock
"VILLIANS 'R' US?"
Marlowe's ghost laughs
"Aye lad...aye lad
to him!"
"Only one of us..."
I warn my hellhound
"....will come out of this alive!"
I pause for effect
"And I'm afraid
it won't be( hee hee ) thee!"
I take a determined step
towards my would-be
now trembling killer
who all this wordage
being too much for him
he flees
ahhh the glint of words
defeats the glint of steel
he my would-be-not-to-be-death
"What God or Feend, or spirit of the earth,
Or Monster turned to manly shape
Or of what mould or mettle he be made...?"
I declaim to an audience
of cats and cans and
other streetly filth
I...I. . .unable to
find the next line
and so I etc., etc., etc.
and once more
I am of Guildford yet again
30 years or more away
and there melts a road
upon the Hog's Back
and I laugh to be alive
"Doth teach vs all to have aspyring mindes:
Our soules, whose faculties can comprehend
The wondrous architecture of the worlde.."
Jun 23, 2017
Jun 23, 2017 at 5:04 AM UTC