"wraths" poems
Dancing under this beautiful moonlight
My wings brought us high as the mountains could reach;
Listening to the songs of the wind whispering in our ears;
As the stars illuminated us with its light
And through our hearts beats in unison
Our love grew strong as time passed;
For I looking in your ever green eyes shines
Our memories, our histories of hardships
Like raging waves of ocean's wrath upon us;
Like you looking in my ever violet eyes
Brings back memories of how we hold our hands
Under those cherry blossoms in spring's time
Of the time we survived the stormy seas;
Of us looking up in the night's sky starry view
And of us looking through our own breath in the winter's cold night
Like you said "you are my darkness and i am your light"
It is a fate of two lovely souls of opposites
Truly one and extraordinary yet never old;
Yet the story of our love was heard from the heavens and hell
Eldest, my master, the God of Gods was disgraced;
Hades, your father, the king of the underworld was disgusted;
For I an angel, a guardian of Eldest's kingdom
Fell in love with the darkness' son;
Our love caused chaos and wrath in the heaven's peace;
And made hell burn a thousand times its self in anger;
Eldest, whom was displease, cast my death
Upon my soul and separated us with his command
Like I, a flower dying with its own roots
Withered and had slowly losing its own life;
Yet as we stand forth and supported each other
Our hearts connected even after death's command
As the reaper stand and awaits to take your soul,
To take you back to the place you belong;
There is nothing we could do but accept this inevitable
As our beating crimson heart cries silently;
For even the Wraths and the Gods do us apart
Our fathers and masters hated this love;
Like the night meets the light at dawn;
Our souls will find its way back in each others arm;
Even us can not cease this burning desire
To never let go of our ties;
In this world or in our illusions
It is our story worth dying with;
Even the history goes on, we shall live in eternity
As the story of the night that meets the light at dawn.
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 6:28 AM UTC
Partly darkened and part in light
A time when the stars and sun shared the sky
Bear witness to two behemoths wielding might
Impending clash foreseen to go awry
Two trains of thoughts charging from opposite ends
Each bearing their own solid ideals
Their flags that flew with conflicting brands
Convictions they carry on beaten, weary wheels
Almost an eternity, the time is soon
Seconds lasted before they finally would meet
Feeling of dread like the cloud covered moon
With war cries of whistles, they would greet
No possible way that they could miss
War waged in steeled wills and forged metals
Anticipate the moment, their couplings would kiss
Unleashing a barrage of predestined reprisals
Sheer destruction as they ate into each other
All in tow haphazardly derailed
A clash made of brute strength and power
A result of when decisiveness had failed
All was motionless save for the light of day
The two lay dead; spent currencies in coal
Fire and smoke had emerged from the fray
Signifying that the two have met their goal
Their cargo now freed, engaging in petty skirmish
Lunging and wrestling as they fought for dominance
Determination to overwhelm; never to languish
Jousting fists fueled by pent-up vengeance
Almost at end this long drawn battle
Much like a storm to be patiently ridden out
When the last of the debris should settle
Then would be lifted the dusty veil of doubt
The sun has now risen revealing the aftermath
Shedding light on the devastation incurred
Dark thoughts possess the most potent of wraths
But nothing could beat the muscle of the written word
Looking back I've realised the harm I've caused
Found great solace in the dark words I've governed
Life still hurls; it can never be paused
Just dust yourself off for you're better off enlightened
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 5:14 AM UTC
Aiyo I'll turn ya body into bean curd **** what you heard move the herd through my choice of words
Vocal chords Slashin' through billboards
Number one on the chart bullet accuracy sticking like darts flows part
The skies light to dark my rhymes'll park like Noah Arc chillin' on a fountain ain't no mountain
High enough call out any bluff who says their tough? Sniff crime call me McGruff leave a *****
Worse than a Iraq war fourscore my styles pour
All over the radio stations blood bath graphic wraths drawn from my mental graphs
Fools smile but I get the last laugh
Deaths makin' face now ya body trading places
With ya soul as it races
To the skyline no rewind ya legacy decline times is mine a barrier to the sun and shine
All day we grind while y'all remain inline my mic skills got me frontlined
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 11:29 PM UTC
A single snow falls from the sky.
It tells a tale of heaven
And happiness we once have lost
In greed and desperation.
Few flakes of snow drop from the sky.
They tell a tale of sorrow,
Of angels watching us with grief,
A world with no tomorrow.
Sheer endless snow comes from the sky.
It tells us tales of ravens,
They fly and view remains of God
Killed by His own creation.
A blizzard wraths upon this earth.
Carrying tales of hatred,
Burrying all that we have done
Cleansing this world we wasted.
Nov 12, 2017
Nov 12, 2017 at 6:52 AM UTC
Clover's tonsils
Accessorise air
With magnates
And hawk-fractures
Crackling bones to boxes,
Catching maskcara wraths
Slipping on hiccups-
Beguiling in silence
There's lip-syncing
Fear in the fire.
Where-
Neptune bleeds
Polymorph dancing
It's complicated-
Mis-understood-alliterations.
Wheezing on shy mountains
Crying ash into canyons
Accepting beings bought
Of sleep.
Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 7:21 PM UTC
My wrath could move mountains
Conquer the tallest Titan
Bone shattering like the bite of a crocodile
It's everlasting
Longer the the Nile
When it's unleashed its vile
Jagged
Unpredictable
More unpleasant then a rotten smell
From a corps a flamed in hell
The devil dwells
Swells as he feast
On this beast
Looking to cause pain
It's inflictions are like cuts from a rusted knife
Eyes blood shot red
Logic has fled
The only mission is to hurt
It pours down like ashes from a slumbering volcano
Awaken and anything in its path mistake for a target
Bargaining on failed attempts
The demons swim in the rage
Wraths locks has been weakened an shaken loose
But this only the beginning
The door is still close
Once its open who knows
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 11:59 PM UTC
My only undying love,
forever will hold you near
upon your hardest battle,
shall embrace your fears
and on your greatest fall,
shall bestow you courage;
for sweet loving heart,
indeed, you are my territory.
My eyes shall borrow tears
for every second you depart,
for you are my territory;
place I could forget the scars
I will defend you from wraths
through this world may reveal
and I shall not leave you behind
even time comes I would fail.
Mar 14, 2012
Mar 14, 2012 at 4:34 PM UTC
The road to eternal damnation
Constantly being paved with good intention
Wrestlin' with my collection of depression
Trying to conjure up protection against wraths hateful possession
Me, myself and I, the only three at my intervention
I always thought someone might maybe one day step in
Warning me of the direction I'm headin'
Remind me about the cautionary tale of the doomed zeppelin
Or some sorta congratulation confirmation,
A little somethin' to help me keep goin'
...wrong once again...
©2024
May 5, 2024
May 5, 2024 at 2:15 AM UTC
Grime from age, wiped over
Once.
Get off me, blood bones, open
hearts. Once prayers, came easily
but they don’t sleep with darkness, they have
deliverance,
caked over old wraths and daunted roulettes, I glitter
Shiver. Anxious as a teacup in an earthquake, asking God,
“Why do you make fresh kisses that do no good?”
Jul 31, 2013
Jul 31, 2013 at 8:55 PM UTC
I want to write a poem
for everyone to read
Nut writing poems
just isn't my need.
I like to write prose
in sentences and paragraphs,
With grammar and voice,
and a picture of a graph...
or maybe two.
Here I am,
right now, right here
Writing the prose poem
For everyone near.
The prose I write can be adventurous,
with dragons and magic swords.
I have many ideas,
and adventures galore.
The prose I write can be sad
with miserable villages and deaths,
and evil witches,
with vicious wraths. (A/N I think that's spelled wrong, sorry)
Poetry just isn't for me
though I don't think I will
ever stop writing the prose poem
and ignoring the bill.
The price I pay
is much to high.
I lose ideas,
to the prose poem guy.
I have the fear
my poem will end.
Around the corner,
around the bend.
Though I can write about
anything I please,
My poem is not just a poem.
it's about everything, even your sneeze.
The prose poem I write
tells people I'm a storyteller,
That I'll never tell a lie.
Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 5:21 PM UTC
Atlas shrugged his shoulders and said his last goodbye
He said I’m tired of this world and all of you know why
Before he left he let the singing caged bird out to fly
She said I begged you to release me before I die
The world once was green but forgot how to create
The sun’s early morning make the moon tides too late
He purified himself first so he could turn from his hate
Now he’s gone leaving behind the anger of our fate
She only knew how to paint the colors of her reality
It made her life easier because it was her normality
They begged her to come back but she did not feel free
She’d rather sell tortillas than cross the pretentious sea
Release the favor of your desires for I have none to offer
I exist where the light has exhausted itself from its search
We only live underneath its glow and not by its promise
And I walk alone by the door of a once beckoning church
In his hands he may choose his wraths or his mercies
A terrible sword of dust swirling without remorse
The light of a rainbow without sound or footprint
We choose either the gentle or sharp side of its source
Where men gather arguing over the virtues of sin
There is no trail to follow except the way of failure
For there is no just end without a just path for peace
And the burden he bore knows who was his savior
Nov 8, 2016
Nov 8, 2016 at 9:02 PM UTC
A match with the slightest, indeliberate provoktion,
wraths a sudden conflagration.
The depth of words, found in hate and bitterness,
disgustingly project with hope of hurt.
Revenge is worst when once kind gestures turned to grudges
are clinged, to be backfired.
Enough has been enough.
I'm not sorry anymore
For you being insecure
Show boating your nickles and dimes
Pursuiting happiness through lines
Hit your head while upside down
When you come crashing from that cloud
What is it you have left?
Nobody left at your side
Certainly not pride
Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 4:07 AM UTC
Voices, voices is all I hear
They tell me to come over here
I silently say no
Then they turn into crows
Nitpicking on my skin
Leaving marks of my sins
They laugh and laugh
Their laughters turns into wraths
They throw me against the wall
Feeding me pain like its a brawl
But I don't fight back
All my willpower were taken into a sack
The voices are winning
I am losing
Then you whispered into my ears
Saying to stop drowning in your tears
You lend me your hand
And said we'll fight the voices as we firmly stand
They're gone
Whistling to a mortifying song
You too, soon disappear
I start to fear
I try to feel my way out
But there's no way out
You stole the key
Closed me in the darkness
Taunting me, shoving me into the walls
My heart cracks and out he crawls
He lends his hand
I reached for it but it dissolved into sand
He fades away into my past
I'm free at last.
Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 5:07 AM UTC
Several days ago,
I wandered through the ashy town-
Which once grew with wild flames
Before the eternal Frown.
The bistros and stores blacked-out
Signs hanging, muddy paths
Doors locked and smashed windows
No signs of life, haunting wraths.
The smell of burnt leather
And bones rattling against the wind.
Broken signposts leading nowhere
And corpses of animals, skinned.
What savagery and fright hit this old place?
As I look to a hole in the ground-
Rats and rotting bodies
and bullet shells all around.
Perhaps these lands will never be free of outlaws
Who **** in cold blood.
Then let them drown in their crimes
Amid the Great Flood.
Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 2:56 PM UTC
Just singing
the same old song over
and over as the years just
fly by and are gone in the
blink of an eye.
Every new day
that I wake up I can't help
but wonder how much closer
I am to that day when
I will die.
No one knows
when it will come
and we cannot run for
time is a fire that we all burn
and knowledge is
something we all
yearn.
All we can hope for
is that we all learned something
along the many different roads
that we traveled as our
lives unraveled.
I learn something new
every day as I move along
invisible to some but
here to stay
and if you really knew me
you have been able to see me
somewhere along the way
as I try in my own way
to share this knowlege learned
with others for their use
some day.
I have learned
to stay strong to be able
to navigate the many different paths
and to shoulder life's wraths
so I could just keep moving along
singing that same old song
but I still have to cry without
even knowing why. Jon York 2012
Aug 13, 2012
Aug 13, 2012 at 2:06 PM UTC
Humans are the scariest wraths,
They rip your souls of love,
They tear at your minds,
To the brink of sanity.
As human,
Without evidence we can never trust...
The intelligent knows,
The innocent misses.
We are born in innocence...
Stark naked, fragile, vulnerable...
To the infectious world...
Some people grow out of it,
They are polished to become like all others.
We don't.
Our blood soon all tainted,
Our love melt into vengeance,
Our soul, lost, numb, broken...
Feb 17, 2013
Feb 17, 2013 at 9:49 PM UTC
scanning the body head to foot
with steel mind and equanimous
legs crossed and eyes closed
scanning every cells and nerves he comes across
scanning scattered thoughts in the dark cell
where sankharas clung from a shipwreck years
bleeding in pain but still and sharp
cutting every root of miseries and wraths
dissecting, disintegrating the body piece by piece
with steel mind and equanimous
observing thousands of rising sensations
with the wisdom of anicca anicca anicca
sleeping volcanoes arisen
despairs dissolve to dust
vibration flows, space free
metta runs from the depth of a milky way
scanning, dissecting, disintegrating
with steel mind and equanimity
wisdom of anicca anicca anicca
purifying the galaxy from the ******* of dukkha
anicca anicca anicca
paññā paññā paññā
Jun 8, 2017
Jun 8, 2017 at 3:36 AM UTC
A smattering chatter
revealed the prophet
to be a fool - a beggar -
a panderer to fear -
for bread, mercy or
perhaps, if luck
ensued - loose coin,
too much a pittance
for counting.
And upon the city,
the Lord of Wraths,
expunged of fatherly
duties, crushed
upon his children,
the light that was
Beginning.
Acrid wheezings then
and fuming,
ascended the ramps
to heaven
and cast the demon out.
Sep 3, 2019
Sep 3, 2019 at 5:17 PM UTC
When you yourself suffer with depression you think it's awful. You feel worthless and numb and absolutely any other possible emotion you could think of. Everything and nothing all at once. It cripples you and leaves you stranded in the middle of an open abyss with nothing but your thoughts and dreams of someday being happy but when someone you love is depressed it reveals a whole new level of just how demonic of a disease it is. When the person you care about more than anything and who has saved you yourself from the wraths of suicidal thoughts is calling you and asking you for help you see how truly horrible it can be. As her voice cracks and you can physically hear the pain behind every word it rips your heart out and tosses it off of a cliff and laughs as you watch her crumble before you and all you can do is pray that she can find an ounce of strength left in her body not to do this. Not to let the depression win again because she's always been the strong one, the one to take care of you, but now that the roles are reversed you realize there's nothing you can do and you feel again like your stranded only this time it's behind a clear sheet of glass and on the other side she's standing there surrounded by physical versions of all of the demons in her head, some of which you didn't even know could exist within someone that beautiful, and she's staring at you, eyes pleading and spilling with tears as the demons surround her every movement all you can do is watch. You watch and hope to anyone or anything that may exist with the power to save her to please just do something because as she's being dragged to the ground you think maybe if you tear into your own veins deeps enough and release your own demons that hers will be distracted by the mass amounts of blood and sorrows covering the floor in front of you and even if she only gets away for five minutes, gets to breathe and not scream into nothingness for five minutes, it's worth it because you love her so ******* much that you would risk anything, even liters of your own blood and rooms full of your own monsters living deep in your soul that it would be worth it. C.a.l
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 1:24 AM UTC
I often find my posits dreadful,
Happiness flies merely fleet,
So much compounds, accosts a headful
Angry, gnawing, awful heat!
In joyful sorrow I must live
For truest joy is not to be
And frightened by, as laws decree,
A final debt, a life to give.
(Then summons me, my last repose,
To Heavens Gate, that some suppose.)
I cannot shed this melanchol’,
So Viper-like time’s turbulence,
Nor sally forth ‘pon brevet fall,
Conning self in feckless hence
When plaintiff Hell wraths from my lips,
“O’ Fie! Ye craven Viper! Fie!
Why should it be that I must die?”,
By fevered brain’s convulsive flips.
(As if a Viper’s state be blamed
For thus which gives me abject pain.)
And in these throes of torrid temper
Comes a hummingbird in flight,
Engaged in moments: basic, simpler,
Perfect-formed wee aero-sprite!
So happily he flits about
When seeking nectar, bloom-by-bloom,
In flowers bright as peacock plumes
And worries not of Earthly doubts.
(For hummingbirds have innate sense
Of urbane thoughts and true pretense.)
His playful flight in mayful flutter
Sagely parries **** the trees
Through ev’ry leaf he flies a’scutter
Daring, as his heart will please!
My dearth, it seems, I now forget;
A tiny smile claims my face
And grows to full by levied grace
To pause my Earthly-borne regret!
(This newly forged respite from woe
Has cast away my pitied trow!)
What revelation rids my sadness
(All those worries disappear)
And what was anguish turns to gladness
Gone, the nagging mortal fears.
O’ they’ll return, I have no doubt,
To wrest my contemplative mind
But now assured that I can find
A joyful thought to fight such bout
I will forever carry near.
And to the hummingbird in flight
I’ll cherish how you drew my sight
To rid a foolish mortal’s tears.
(As hummingbirds will understand
The foibles taken by our hand.)
Aug 18, 2019
Aug 18, 2019 at 9:17 PM UTC
In silence I speak
To the Gods
To help us seek
The invisible swords
The war has started
It's time to act fast
To all the stone hearted
I call upon from the past
To save this world
From sweet liars
I call upon
The ones who breath fires
Breath and spit
The wraths spoken
Throw in hell pit
Once they're broken
Talks and talks by politicians
War just war breaks with nations
How is this world at peace?
Killing innocents with ease
Religion put on trigger by many
Shooting each other aimlessly
No mercy shown by any
Just bodies count endlessly
If only Gods could reach these minds
To change their plans and ways
So they can unite within days
No war, no controversies, no conspiracies of any kind!
©sim
Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 4:51 PM UTC
Why should I try to lie about you and that guy.
It's shameful and awful that you have betrayed me for a while.
Time and again, you prime to frail my fragile brain.
You've tossed me without any cost, to be lost to another host.
In this bizarre looting world of wraths and stinky breaths.
You left me plotting and dealing my own scornful feelings.
Now that it's all over between you and him. You trying to intervene like a jhin.
Sometimes I feel you are a fish with spikey fins and hooded pins.
Do you do this for your internal wins? Or are you playing the game of sins...
©sim
Sep 13, 2017
Sep 13, 2017 at 9:09 PM UTC