"wickedest" poems
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Watching the rise and the fall of a kingdom
Walls once rebuilt again tumble the ground
Allowing the beasties free reign in the village
Bellowing out o’er the wickedest sound
Pacing the streets, seeking out bits of garbage
Leaving their stains on the innocent few
Leering in windows where children are hiding
Tender young things and so easy to chew
Thieves in the night lurk about come the morning
Stealing the sun at the break of the dawn
Drinking of sewage a’ flow in the gutters
Checking off names as the many are gone
Peering ‘round corners, down alleys, in shadows
Seeking the favor of all who do grieve
Laughing in spite of the torment now growing
Licking their lips in the hope you believe
Roaming in groups so the followed outnumber
Say what you will for the king does not hear
Lost in his throne made of mirrors that flatter
Shivering, cowering, caving to fear
Deaf to the villagers asking for reason
Blind to the pillage befalling this land
Dumb, well I guess that just goes without saying
Nary a care what the people demand
Feasting on turkey, potatoes and gravy
Raising a glass to the enemy proud
Taking a stand against those who support him
Locking the front doors while yelling aloud
***“Carry your torches, your pitchforks, your honor
It matters not for this evil shall win
Even when gone there are echoes of anger
Lingering on till they come back again
Give them your all, what you’ve poured your heart into
Down on your knees, bow to them one and all
Step over rock and the piles of rubble
This castle will stand even when the walls fall
Shout all you like as no change is forthcoming
Accept it or flee, you think I give a ****
When you are gone many more will replace you
Now pass those peas and a slice of that ham”***
So roam the beasties, their teeth ever sharpened
Fanning the flames as so many are burned
Tearing apart what the people envisioned
Silly to think that they somehow had learned
Nothing so happy with no ever after
Always the same, it will happen again
But unlike some other long winded stories
Sadly in this I can not say “the end”
Watching the rise and the fall of a kingdom
Walls once rebuilt again tumble the ground
Thankfully I can peruse from a distance
Witnessing all without hanging around
Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 9:25 AM UTC
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Flying, flying
Away and dying
Across the night air is the cackling of witches.
Flying, flying
Away and crying
Are children abducted for wickedest fun.
Flying, flying
Away and sighing
Are night winds that murmur in ominous pitches.
Flying, flying
Away and nighing
Their lair, the witches have only begun.
O.O
Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 6:39 PM UTC
Fiercely I n d e p e n d e n t
I am as stubborn as the Aries Ram
which just so happens to be my zodiac sign.
I don't care what others might think of me
but at the same time I live to please.
I've found that I can really only rely on my family
but my friends care far too much
far too fleetingly.
I am blunt and **will call you out on your ********
as nicely as possible.
I can't handle tears even when they're my own
and they always sound like
**short
dying
gasps**
but that's what they are, right?
It's your lungs and eyes dying because your heart was too dumb to listen to your own brain.
My brain was only trying to look out for me.
I'm not sorry that I've failed it way too many times.
My mind constantly revolves around myself
because I'm way too proud and vain
of my way too small accomplishments.
I want to be known as Great
and I am not ashamed to admit it.
No matter what I do
be it the purest good or the wickedest bad
it will be great and jaw dropping.
I am extremely conceited.
And shallow
And a hypocrite
And a liar
And will always keep score
(By the way as of 2012, I had 37 points and you 34. I'm still winning.)
But I own up to it and will always try to be better.
I am also determined
And hardworking
And persistent
Which means that I will get farther than most people.
In 2001 the No Child Left Behind Act was implemented in primary and secondary schools in the USA to ensure exactly what its name says.
But there are always children left behind.
There are always people left behind
And I will not be one of them.
And no matter how conceited and full of myself I am
*I will always find your name written in between the lines of my poetry
whispered with every breath that I take
crumpled on sheets of paper that I've long since thrown away*
because every line that I wrote was never good enough for you.
The summer before my senior year
I tried to isolate myself from my friends and family as much as possible.
Not because I was depressed
but because I knew that I had to learn how to be happy all by myself.
I love them all to death
but I know how much it hurts
when you *lose yourself in another person
so much that you can't find a way out*
or even a way to heal once you've escaped.
I'm hard to love enough as it is
so I did it to train myself for the times in life
when I know that I will be alone.
But I was taught that **there's a difference between being alone
and being lonely**
so which one are you?
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 4:15 PM UTC
Accent of my deceiver,
Scent of that liar,
Something that I once acquired,
Before despising the sight of her,
Tail I tugged,
Before you sliced me at the throat,
Warmth of another’s bed,
You are no longer plaguing my head,
Feeding into the thoughts I bred,
The fears I cultivated,
Despite decades before my timely death,
A weakling at one point in life,
When a robber wields a knife,
When a priest lays his hands upon a victim,
Even the evangelical fall,
Even the strong-willed think of letting their throat slouch,
You are only human,
I’m more than you’ll ever be!
Take a seat boy
Before I bury your skull,
Beneath my heel and off my feet,
I’ll be there to hold your hand,
While your heart begins to cease,
I’ll be there, when you can no longer speaking,
As you stare towards the sky then to me,
I’ll be there to keep eye contact,
For you see the smirk,
Smearing across my face,
For you to feel my grip tightening,
As your breathes continue fading,
And right before you realize,
Right before what lies ahead,
Specifically for you,
Is an eternal darkness, reserved for,
The wickedest of souls,
Oh how I yearn to watch you decay,
Counting down the days,
Till that moment when I’ll find you on the forest floor,
before comforting you too insure you die alone,
Payback for everything,
We are all the victims,
The guilty!
Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 12:31 AM UTC
I love you
You're the one that makes me feel whole, the one who sheds light on my tired soul.
Push your lips to mine. Hold me and tell me everything will be fine. Tell me our dreams will come true, tell me "I can't live without you"
Tell me I'm the core of your heart like you are for mine, say I love you
And plant flowers in my mind.
My mind was destroyed by the pain of the past, shrouded in darkness, broken needing a cast. Say I love you and erase the dark. Say I love you and leave your love's mark.
Plant flowers in the wickedest parts of my soul, where darkness continues to take its toll. Say I love you and leave your love's mark.
Claim my heart as yours and say it does not belong to the dark
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 6:13 PM UTC
I GO SOLO! And if it must be spent,
Then allow it being in the concrete
Of murky buildings; - climb under the high street,
Eye up some greenery – the canal bent,
Its colourful turns – from Lock to Regents,
Can seem a long ting: when its just my feet
Distant street lights; No battery to tweet
Stop by Zoo listen to animals intent.
Boy! I'm reaching these scenes frequent; jack jones
And the time I spent rhyming to myself,
Those words are images of thoughts I felt,
the sickest wickedest is not alone
Almost as good as getting a black belt
When two MC's spit free's to release I'm home.
Jul 21, 2011
Jul 21, 2011 at 5:07 AM UTC
I am riddled with 30. The strike of midnight, it eats me, starting at the toes, bare and lively and barely alive, I struggle along a seam. My thoughts hang on the graveside. I wonder if anyone can see this? Thirty has me, she's a cruel contender made up of sinew and string, red rope licorice and DNA, blinds me when I walk with my face in the wind, steps over me like a Chicago pothole; the entire size of an apartment, 30 lives in the laundry room, tumbling over and over until its dry, desiccate and dry.
30 sends mail from Washington State too, it don't leave no line for greetings, it don't whoopdy-whoop the white-prentenders. No flowers for Kristine, no merriness of mirth, or dog on tin roof or nothing. Absolutely nothing. Thirty is the wickedest weapon of the new millenium, nothing so fiercely glum as this- boots won't even fit me, my hands' knuckles is swollen. My socks have finished their last **** verse too. **** man. 30 is the poison drug. Gator, 30 is Gator with speed and disease. Harmful tremors, shakes, phone 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000
Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 5:15 AM UTC
Soaked him a shower
From the roadside balcony
For him the day’s better hour
Turned bitter agony!
I told you earlier too
You need some homework to do
Else prove yourself the fool
By others’ rule!
To brim to full his misery’s cup
The man next to him was looking up
Just in time moved away
Never believed in the look straight say!
Adding salt to his injury
The riffraff looking carefree
Grinned just in time,
Your shirt is stained with grime!
He looked up too but too late
A born loser since the first failed date
Then stood stunned a while
On her lips played the wickedest smile!
The woman smiling without the slightest regret
With no hint of apology for causing him this fate
Not one consoling sorry for marring his day
But saying on his face you came on the way!
Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 4:22 AM UTC
Never the less you'll never see The secrets of life that keep for me. Never the less you always do scuffly scorning my days and views. May it be my vengeance is swift, sharper then knifes and better then wit. Lifes come in all shapes and sizes but nothings better its all one sided.
Be it your strong I think your not, be it your lies I know your plot. Come face me now you impeccable fool cause no one knows how to truly duel. I come from the shadows Iv seen your pain, and from me you have but nothing to gain. Nothing to loose as I step forward, your shaking now but times not over. I know of the wickedest of ways and clearly you'll never see more days. Your scared you say? I laugh as I know your ways. Mr strong Mr be it not? You never even noticed to see my plot! Be it humans are small minded I got help from other sided . You looked but you could never see the damage was done what you did to me. You all laughed in all your wickedest of ways and destroyed young innocence in less then a day. But in the end who could be the victor it was alas this Sinister sister. For from the shadows they came offering to play a game. And who was I to turn them away. For no one could hear the crys I wept but demons and there Sinister bet. Come with us and you'll be free, Free from all this sanity. Leave this world you know behind. We can take you far beyond the other side. Let humanity die and take there place and you will have your own realm just without the pearly gates. Be our queen be are mother be are lover take no other. Your soul will not be touched for you where the one that came from dust. Dust and ash where all was dead She rose upon to take there bet. For where humanity was all one sided she became loved from the other sided. Be it there dead I know there wrong be it there lies Ill show them all. Whispers of anger can still be wept but Sinister sister still took the bet.
Written By: Taylor Nichole Hewitt
Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 1:59 AM UTC
Selling souls is the business
And Dunk’n ugly words is the slogan
For a long haired fickle mistress
and buzz sawed swashbuckler
Nothing is as it appears
It is only as I see fit
When a man loves a woman
And people sit on the sidelines
I bought a book today
I probably won’t read it
I don’t read much
Or ever so maybe I shouldn’t be sitting in a coffee shop acting like I can write
Because what makes a man anyway? What makes a women?
Plagued by funny thoughts and prompted stares
I’ve been talking to people on the street more recently
Today I think I learned that everyone is Jesus reincarnated
And I don’t know if that’s the problem or the answer
The wickedest man in the world once said
That he was the beast 666
With Ian Flemming playing reindeer games the bright nosed one knew that he could be nothing else
As do I
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 4:46 PM UTC
prepare for the hittin
once the beat punch in
ya know im deadening
rude awakening
wake n bake never split the cake
50 50 down the middle
i want it all cant fall
if im the tallest never the smallest
regardless if fools hate this
ill just take this rhyme
and rip you up
like a machete
chop ya body up
then grind it like spaghetti
smoke phillies
ya know the dealie
got girlies sloppin the *****
til they silly
mortal like combat ya die quick
trying tie with
the wickedest
emcees im sick of this
everybody sounds the same
once i ignite the flame
burn all of those
til a salt grain
endure in pain
like hells household strong hold
on the game ill never let go
**** you hoes
Been down from the jump though
fools that hate get kidnapped
and drags puff buddha bags
afro with a red bandana flag
**** the source and the other mags
despise ****
i could trade in my rhymes
and itll amount to price
of fo jags...
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 9:15 PM UTC
Street sampling word, pierced on its side...
work zone cones the wickedest witch
cruel-worlds under.
Cab meters left running,
ante upping ante.
Wheatpaste wars boom-blocking,
moonlighting black
gum splotches under years of feet.
Millions of ways of home, trample-trials in this
stink-thick Dutch settlement.
Where faint of hearts get blown in handkerchiefs,
and the court jester plays his head in the face of the fallen.
Where plastic bags fill trees, like women with hair rollers
screaming at children to come inside before nightfall.
Feb 24, 2017
Feb 24, 2017 at 12:27 PM UTC
When now and forever may feel like not ever
When push comes to shove, and your heart hits the floor
Each time when you wonder if things will get better
Remember just what it is we're fighting for
Though it seems far away
Come a time
Come a day
Everything we've been dreaming will be in our arms
Hear me now when I say
You're my life
You're my way
Although I can't protect you from all of life's harms
This is our love story
Take my hand
And trust me
Together we'll weather the wickedest storms
Nov 1, 2017
Nov 1, 2017 at 7:35 AM UTC
My Requiem.
To my witch, my retribution; my inviting audience.
By night fall of this day, I shall have become your Prince.
Your equal in a title, so impossibly imposing.
I implore you to see within yourself;
Let this jester enamour you, with a wickedest of wit.
The scalding maiden of charm and beauty,
I beg for you to allow me to be worthy.
Please encourage my encroachment, for I am simply a roach;
I lament at your yearning, to see my heart burning; and I a ghost.
For as you cast me down, with a demon in your eyes,
The banshee’s cry and wolves howl in the night.
The screams of those in love,
Fill the minds of those with no guide.
The succession of your family’s honour shall be immortalized.
Cast in stone, but never cast aside;
I call on your soul with my requiem.
I have gathered your disciples; the enslaved stand in line.
They are willing to die; they are the sultry condemned.
My genteel, voluptuous, lascivious, constant;
Let us wander into the dark and find our family of opulence.
Let us bring silence to their feast and raise the dead.
Our concerto for the stalwart soldiers,
Grows even louder with the taking of each final breath.
I am your zealot, with the foreboding forecast.
A love like ours shall never last.
For your soul is nomadic; it’s devotion solely to lust;
Your lust would become the ruination of love.
But my lecherous libido, still feeds my ego
And my hearty ***** tells my brain what to do.
Such a torrid torment of the needs of the female,
But I deplore you to see I love you.
I wish you to kiss me in the morning light,
As we both climb back into our coffins.
Two coffins as one, we lay hand in hand in the afterlife;
Our eternal love, eternally bound;
Shall never be allowed to go rotten.
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 4:24 AM UTC
What is my plan when the roots uproot
or when my eyes flicker for shoot
Feign for a barrel, look for the stars
and find the hair trigger, quickest constellation
Wickedest correlation from tree and rope
put your mind to the sky and you'll find a knot
a knot to the cards but only 52 lives
a tree with some Mars but only ****** stew leaves
Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 8:59 PM UTC
I dont know how he did it
He managed to love me
In the wickedest way
I didnt know How to take it
So no
I didnt stay
I walked with his heart and soul that day
I dropped them right where my diginity had lay
I was now his biggest regret
He would never love again
I imagine he feels like loving me
Was the ultimate sin
Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 12:07 AM UTC
On Valentine's day so it happened
Their lips for the first time did meet
Wrapped in his arms they slept
The next morning a goodbye to the cheek
So began a rocky path
But a path to go down nonetheless
Both suspicious of the other
For others they did undress
To her a close friend
That they did both share
To him a close lover
Someone already there
So a battle was fought
In silence of the heart
One of jealousy and contempt
And unadulterated thoughts
That battle became
The wickedest of affairs
A contract signed in blood
A relationship of errors
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 10:58 AM UTC
Suckas be living in temptation
On cloud nine my rhymes leave ya with clogged minds
Cloudy days no more sunshine once I step in line
Reign on parades coatin' brains with my serenade
And if you an enemy be prepared to get glazed and sprayed laid out the roaches raid
I be the black iguana don't need marijuana
To get my mind flow Ill break you down to the last particle
Atom principles formed my scientific leave events horrific rhymes terrific
Plus I got women backed up like traffic
I'm brand new like cover plastic beats elastic
Many wanna step to this only to bloat in they own **** my style'll diss
Any hater who missed the greatest lyricist
Fools claim they hot until they become evaporated
From rhymes I created and intitiated
Feed diesel for my ****** fluids wicked as Druid
Exposing fake guys who ain't that wise despise
Creativity but embrace negativity **** all the rap ****** in the industry
They playing themselves I lay grounds more dangerous then the mobsters
In Italy addin' talley freak a Sally in the alley
As bring the Heat like Pat Riley no smilies
Once the guns get the dumpin' arches made like camels humpin' adrenaline rushin'
A common man like David Ruffin' soon to get a stuffin' from the mortician haters wishin' and dissin' you'll be reminscin'
On a memory like Ron Isley I be the wickedest like B I G got every-body on bended knees to hear the beautiful melodies
Keyed into ya mind I rhyme not sublime grind a beat til a definitive y'all be tentatives
While my assertion affirmative it's my prerogative huh brown as Bobby
Spanish locas call me papi short for M'daddy
I go by the moniker Yosef the most explosive
I rose from the grave once I entered the earth
Laid out my perks making" works like JC in BC unda the Romans papacy but somehow I see black imagery
All over the nation test me you'll be in an eternal vacation
From my gats wasting walking down the spiritual corridors with no floor as the spirits adore
May 12, 2018
May 12, 2018 at 9:45 AM UTC
A part of me has been unraveled. A link I thought could never be broken has been torn apart so easily. What’s left to do when all your action are in vain? How hard can you fight when you know you’ve already lost it all?
I’m picking up the pieces of my broken soul and trying to heal my broken heart, for my fight is about to begin and I still don’t know where to direct my lances. But no matter how well armed I am, I’m already beaten. I’ve been shot with the deadliest weapon and I’ve tasted the wickedest blister and somehow I can’t surrender. And I still can’t figure out if that is a proof of my strength or an evidence of my weaknesses. Either way, I’m a convict of my own thoughts and a prisoner of my feelings, which leaves me tied up, and captive between my conscience and my heart.
Sep 23, 2019
Sep 23, 2019 at 4:36 PM UTC
rejoice, oh rejoice,
who are weary and lost!
turn your eyes to the blood
that was shed on the cross
Jesus paid the full price
for your wickedest deed,
there is nothing to do but rejoice-
you are freed!
He was beaten and mocked;
unjustly accused,
and He died on the cross, marked
"the King of the Jews"
rejoice, oh rejoice,
for His blood has been shed!
accept it and live,
"it is finished!" He said
Jul 16, 2021
Jul 16, 2021 at 10:54 AM UTC