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Municipal Gum was written by Oodjeroo Noonecaal. Municipal Gum is about the changes in society and the tendency of people to want to control everything. Oodjeroo uses various techniques to convey this idea. At the beginning of the poem Oodjeroo is addressing the tree. This immediately creates empathy for both the tree and her people. By the last line she has emphasised this with the pronoun “us” to show that they suffer a similar fate. This poem expresses how life in Australia has changes especially for Aboriginal people. In the first half of the poem Oodjeroo is talking about how life was for her and others. It explores the changes in society and the displacement of the Aboriginal people from their land. “Whose head hung…Its hopelessness”, the author uses this as further re-iteration of the immorality of the situation and by the use of analogy comparing the tree to her people to further emphasise the shame and lack control of that the Europeans have inflicted upon her and the environment. Oodjeroo uses extended metaphor technique in the very first line of the poem ‘Hard bitumen around your feet’. This means that the gumtree has been placed in the city scape where it is suppressed and not allowed to spread out and be unique in its own way. This is clear and immanently direct link to the pain and suffering endured by the Aborigines post European settlement. Oodjeroo uses vivid language to present these ideas. For example the use of the word castrated is very effective. The connotation of the word is very demeaning. With castration often comes a sense of a loss of pride and power. The word castration is symbolic of how Oodjeroo feels the European have treated Aboriginal people and the environment. Castration also refers to the fact that what is done is done. Nothing can undo what they did and the damaged they have caused. Other symbolism includes the title “Municipal Gum”, municipal meaning community, implies that the gumtree belongs to the community. One of the vast differences between European and Aboriginal law is that Aboriginal people did not believe in the ownership of land or of animals and plants. Municipal Gum is a reference to the Europeans assumptions that everything is theirs to own and control. The rhetorical question, “O fellow citizen, What have they done to us?” is the conclusion of the implications that have been made throughout the poem. Oodjeroo, is advocating for her people and all things wronged by the controlling behaviour of the Europeans. Rhetorical questions are used to provoke thought and to stimulate a pre-determined response. “What have they done to us?” They have “castrated, broken… strapped and buckled” and ultimately changed things to a point that they cannot be fixed. In conclusion, Municipal Gum is a poem about the constrictions and change that the European invaders forced upon the Aboriginal community and the environment she believes that the Europeans have deemed themselves ever powerful and practice their power in a manner that is immoral.
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Sep 11, 2013
Sep 11, 2013 at 7:47 AM UTC
Municipal Gum
Municipal Gum was written by Oodjeroo Noonecaal. Municipal Gum is about the changes in society and the tendency of people to want to control everything. Oodjeroo uses various techniques to convey this idea. At the beginning of the poem Oodjeroo is addressing the tree. This immediately creates empathy for both the tree and her people. By the last line she has emphasised this with the pronoun “us” to show that they suffer a similar fate. This poem expresses how life in Australia has changes especially for Aboriginal people. In the first half of the poem Oodjeroo is talking about how life was for her and others. It explores the changes in society and the displacement of the Aboriginal people from their land. “Whose head hung…Its hopelessness”, the author uses this as further re-iteration of the immorality of the situation and by the use of analogy comparing the tree to her people to further emphasise the shame and lack control of that the Europeans have inflicted upon her and the environment. Oodjeroo uses extended metaphor technique in the very first line of the poem ‘Hard bitumen around your feet’. This means that the gumtree has been placed in the city scape where it is suppressed and not allowed to spread out and be unique in its own way. This is clear and immanently direct link to the pain and suffering endured by the Aborigines post European settlement. Oodjeroo uses vivid language to present these ideas. For example the use of the word castrated is very effective. The connotation of the word is very demeaning. With castration often comes a sense of a loss of pride and power. The word castration is symbolic of how Oodjeroo feels the European have treated Aboriginal people and the environment. Castration also refers to the fact that what is done is done. Nothing can undo what they did and the damaged they have caused. Other symbolism includes the title “Municipal Gum”, municipal meaning community, implies that the gumtree belongs to the community. One of the vast differences between European and Aboriginal law is that Aboriginal people did not believe in the ownership of land or of animals and plants. Municipal Gum is a reference to the Europeans assumptions that everything is theirs to own and control. The rhetorical question, “O fellow citizen, What have they done to us?” is the conclusion of the implications that have been made throughout the poem. Oodjeroo, is advocating for her people and all things wronged by the controlling behaviour of the Europeans. Rhetorical questions are used to provoke thought and to stimulate a pre-determined response. “What have they done to us?” They have “castrated, broken… strapped and buckled” and ultimately changed things to a point that they cannot be fixed. In conclusion, Municipal Gum is a poem about the constrictions and change that the European invaders forced upon the Aboriginal community and the environment she believes that the Europeans have deemed themselves ever powerful and practice their power in a manner that is immoral.
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You can’t have your cake and eat it too. Not for long, anyway. Cake doesn’t settle well when it’s all you’ve had to eat. It’ll churn like butter inside you, and creep up your throat to project like a cannon, barreling through a wall. Cake won’t sit right with you anymore. At the mere mention of cake, your insides will crawl with disgust and an association of icing will replace your taste buds with ***** You will never be able to enjoy cake—at parties, as a delicacy, with ice cream—because you got greedy and wanted to eat your cake first rather than save it for such an occasion. Now all the different kinds of cake you fantasized about trying—black velvet, coffee cake, buttercream pound cake—will only be a reminder of your pitfall that led you to make yourself sick with desire, for cake. You can’t get the icing off your tongue, the smell of batter baking has festered in your nostrils wired to the pungent taste of red from between your teeth. But it’s all you can think of when you’ve been wronged by your favorite dessert. What sort of chemical reaction in the bowels of your stomach caused all of this sorrow? What rejected the cake? Your body has a way of telling you things—we should listen more. Cake is not sustenance, it has no value as a nutritious food. It doesn’t help, only hurts.
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Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 2:11 AM UTC
The icing on the cake
I’ve got an attitude But I’m not so sure why It’s just another crazy thing That I just can’t let by I’ll list things that annoy me If that’s okay with you It goes to Pluto, and then back So I’ll just list a few I hate it when the younger ones Think they know better than me Or think they have authority To come and try to boss me I hate it when the older ones Think they can just ignore me And public business comes around They try to keep it from me It’s bad enough when I don’t win But that wont make me mad What I hate, oh who I hate it When the winners brag I hate it when folks say things to me To make me feel so small But then their only motive Is to make themselves feel tall They tell me that my ways are wrong Though they don’t know the right way I get this not just once a while But every single day I hate it that when I am wronged There’s no apology Instead they shake their snooty hips And spit their tongue at me If people would just slow it down And be kind or nice to me They might just find how happy of A person I can be #3_5/10/11
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Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 10:18 AM UTC
Attitude
I talk words of lust with a boy unaware I know not if it's unjust if he knew that i would dare To be touching lips with another and another after that 3 boys who want me and on top of that... an ex-lover who awaits her love to be reciprocated by one she had wronged by me, yes, I she has wronged. and alas, the sister of a friend whom i am confused upon if i should love her or not fool, you may think that she is the last one another girl at school she is but a year older i see her from time to time rarely i seek for her she is but a crush the sister, but a dream the ex-lover - such a waste and though it may seem that i am an adultress because of all these men but judge me not i don't belong to any of them commit, you say it is for the best but if i do so again i may have to rip out my chest it hurts beyond words and the pain - i may not be able to bare and i'd have to swallow the hurt again till i am too numb to give a care so tell me, kind stranger, what would you do? if you had 3 boys and 1 girl loving you another girl, you might love and another girl, as a crush don't you think it's a tad bit too much? though, i can't control it I need to be reassured that though my love betrayed me this broken vessel be cured by something more real it has to exist something i wont be afraid to love something far greater than a kiss something others cant take from me something thats just mine something that i can have and keep for all time so tell me, kind stranger, do you take me for a fool? you think i don't know that such thing is hard to find? that it is but impossible because i am still so blind i'll find my happiness i pray to the gods i do but only once i stop thinking of finding it is when id find you you. whom i have poured my heart and soul out to without giving a rat's *** one i'm not afraid of - i'm afraid of everything. you, who is not wearing a mask. if you tell me that you're right there id lose all faith in man kind because i know you're not i know that now. if you tell me you wont hurt me don't say another word because i know you will hurt me i know that now. but i can love myself i can live for myself, too i know that now i don't exactly have to live for you. it is my life this is my world but i'm lonely because i'm too scared to be that broken hearted girl the one who cried the one who swore and hit her lover and walked out the door even if i could i wouldn't change a thing because through this mangled heart i can love true again someday..
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Nov 9, 2012
Nov 9, 2012 at 10:31 PM UTC
Someday
I talk words of lust with a boy unaware I know not if it's unjust if he knew that i would dare To be touching lips with another and another after that 3 boys who want me and on top of that... an ex-lover who awaits her love to be reciprocated by one she had wronged by me, yes, I she has wronged. and alas, the sister of a friend whom i am confused upon if i should love her or not fool, you may think that she is the last one another girl at school she is but a year older i see her from time to time rarely i seek for her she is but a crush the sister, but a dream the ex-lover - such a waste and though it may seem that i am an adultress because of all these men but judge me not i don't belong to any of them commit, you say it is for the best but if i do so again i may have to rip out my chest it hurts beyond words and the pain - i may not be able to bare and i'd have to swallow the hurt again till i am too numb to give a care so tell me, kind stranger, what would you do? if you had 3 boys and 1 girl loving you another girl, you might love and another girl, as a crush don't you think it's a tad bit too much? though, i can't control it I need to be reassured that though my love betrayed me this broken vessel be cured by something more real it has to exist something i wont be afraid to love something far greater than a kiss something others cant take from me something thats just mine something that i can have and keep for all time so tell me, kind stranger, do you take me for a fool? you think i don't know that such thing is hard to find? that it is but impossible because i am still so blind i'll find my happiness i pray to the gods i do but only once i stop thinking of finding it is when id find you you. whom i have poured my heart and soul out to without giving a rat's *** one i'm not afraid of - i'm afraid of everything. you, who is not wearing a mask. if you tell me that you're right there id lose all faith in man kind because i know you're not i know that now. if you tell me you wont hurt me don't say another word because i know you will hurt me i know that now. but i can love myself i can live for myself, too i know that now i don't exactly have to live for you. it is my life this is my world but i'm lonely because i'm too scared to be that broken hearted girl the one who cried the one who swore and hit her lover and walked out the door even if i could i wouldn't change a thing because through this mangled heart i can love true again someday..
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Behind those eyes of blue-gray-green Lies a heart of which is seldom seen Though hard for some to realize There's a world of pain behind said eyes From drama of torn childhood From doing bad but being good To grown up tears of discontent From words once spoken but never meant And now with empty bottles past With clarity one hopes will last Can be seen a glimpse of inner peace Of eager joy which begs release Though years of numbness linger still Denying freedom to laugh at will A perfectly polished yesteryear Cradles everything the heart holds dear The memories of warmth and fun Tarnish easily out in the sun When walking backwards leads you blind One can never leave the past behind The farther away the better it seems Even the nightmares look like a dream Now, when walking heel to toe Facing the way you want to go The road's less bumpy for the ride Obstacles faced with longer strides The light behind those eyes still burns As chapters end and pages turn The book continues day by day Joy slowly rises come what may Living is what makes us strong To do what's right when we've been wronged And though that pain may never die There's no place left for it to hide It's worn dull by loves embrace Displaced, in time, with joy and grace And then those eyes of blue-gray-green Will sparkle new with brighter sheen For a heart that's swelled to greater size Will be foretold behind those eyes
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Oct 21, 2011
Oct 21, 2011 at 2:57 AM UTC
behind those eyes
I thought I would be raising a glass to freedom. But my counterparts didn't know that history had its eyes on us. The choices seemed apparent, Yet, we have been left bewildered and scrambling - Wondering whether we did all we can. My glass is raised to freedom - The end of freedom. History has repeated itself. The beginning of the end. And thunderous applause filled the amphitheater. Those that have felt wronged have decided the fates of those that have had no wrong doing. Two exes. One overwhelming Y... It's ineffable. We may weep and mourn today. We may weep and mourn tomorrow. We may be frozen in the moment - But our legacy isn't etched in stone. It can be changed by us all if we choose.. These sleepless nights will wear us down. The disrupted R.E.M. may disrupt our rest. But we must only rest until we are capable to go on. And when we move, we will move as a force of love. Love will oust the darkness that has descended upon us. Love will out. Truth will out. We will endure the worst and rise. And then we will raise a glass to freedom. We will raise a glass to all. We will raise a glass and drink to the revolution- The revolution that will be a beacon of light for those that need it most.   In a sea of red we will be the silver lining In a sea of red we will be the light. We will call those home. We will call to those that need us most. We will be united against the fear. We will rise and rise and rise. We will rise until lambs become lions. We will overcome. We will show them that we cannot be killed or swept aside. We will rise up.
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Nov 10, 2016
Nov 10, 2016 at 12:36 AM UTC
Rise
I thought I would be raising a glass to freedom. But my counterparts didn't know that history had its eyes on us. The choices seemed apparent, Yet, we have been left bewildered and scrambling - Wondering whether we did all we can. My glass is raised to freedom - The end of freedom. History has repeated itself. The beginning of the end. And thunderous applause filled the amphitheater. Those that have felt wronged have decided the fates of those that have had no wrong doing. Two exes. One overwhelming Y... It's ineffable. We may weep and mourn today. We may weep and mourn tomorrow. We may be frozen in the moment - But our legacy isn't etched in stone. It can be changed by us all if we choose.. These sleepless nights will wear us down. The disrupted R.E.M. may disrupt our rest. But we must only rest until we are capable to go on. And when we move, we will move as a force of love. Love will oust the darkness that has descended upon us. Love will out. Truth will out. We will endure the worst and rise. And then we will raise a glass to freedom. We will raise a glass to all. We will raise a glass and drink to the revolution- The revolution that will be a beacon of light for those that need it most.   In a sea of red we will be the silver lining In a sea of red we will be the light. We will call those home. We will call to those that need us most. We will be united against the fear. We will rise and rise and rise. We will rise until lambs become lions. We will overcome. We will show them that we cannot be killed or swept aside. We will rise up.
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We have never had to compete. You are so much older than I am So much prettier So much wittier (you have said so yourself). You are healthy Not very wealthy You proclaim your wisdom. But I don't think you are as wise as you think. With your doctorate, You may have book learnin' But you never learned how to be a part of our family. I don't live in a liberal state I don't eat all organic things I am not involved in as many things as you feel I should be But I am trying to find my way Without destroying our mother. Every time you come You bring chaos And hurtful words. You bring blame and hate And you spew it. You never think of anyone except For yourself And you twist the truth In your mind, Like you lied about being kidnapped, Until you believe that you are the wronged. You don't feel safe? I don't feel safe with you. I'm glad we don't compete... There's no way I could win, And hurt Mom, or our sister, or our nephew... Or anyone As much as you do.
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Jun 17, 2010
Jun 17, 2010 at 7:45 AM UTC
Sibling rivalry
I'm thankful for God I'm infinitely blessed And without Him I'd have no strength I'm thankful for my family They're my pillar in this world My support system My purpose I'm thankful for my dog I've never known such an unconditional love My dog is my light An extension of me I'm thankful for my friends The ones that have my back And tell me the truth We laugh together, think together Expanding our minds I'm thankful for the boy Who gives me his whole heart Says I'm his saving grace He makes me feel worthy Of the world I'm thankful for my university The thing that gives me hope Makes me feel like I have direction And a fighting chance in this society I'm thankful for the mistakes For they taught me how to grow And better myself Be the real me I'm thankful to those who have wronged me The liars, players, cheaters, and users They've shown me what I really deserve And what not to tolerate I'm thankful for nature Where I find peace in solitude The flowers, the sun, the moon, and stars They're my guide to faith and positivity Lastly, I'm thankful for my poetry Even though I'm not the best It's given me a place to express myself When I had no where else to go
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Nov 28, 2013
Nov 28, 2013 at 12:39 AM UTC
Thankful
please, i beg you, take care of yourself. when your stomach rumbles, eat. when your eyelids droop, sleep. and when your voice quivers, find a comfortable spot and cry, cry your little heart out. but when you're done, dry your eyes, occupy yourself, and know in your heart that you are better than that. do not be sad, be angry. become a roaring fire and burn the memory of all those who have wronged you. do not let the leaky faucets **** you. do not drown in a bucket of tears. light it on fire. pour it out. throw it. scream **** you" to sadness because you are so much better than it. let it out, let it out, let it out, then be done. because yes love, right now your sadness feels quite heavy but the truth is that it is just a paperweight. learn to turn the page.
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Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 9:32 PM UTC
a love letter to myself
The magnolia sways in front of leaded lights And I lay here thinking that all this beauty Is all that there is or ever will be, a sanctuary Where nature blossoms and is freshly laden. But we are fallen like the dragonfly on wing Hoovering, waiting for another knat to **** And as the carnivores devour their pray, daily The human species, ruthlessly, turns over good For another slice of the apple pie and so repeats A cycle of never ending temptation baring thorn With sadness I realise that I too wronged beauty So mistaken in my haste for happiness and joy. Love Mary **
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Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 6:42 PM UTC
Sweet Magnolia.
away so long......................(i) i DO remember (i) --------- wrote the wrong song wronged the loyal ones saw it thru a prism of anger and fear -------- well......(?) ---------- in a moment REDEMPTION it is the time in this moment REDEMPTION ------------ the seed of tomorrow the thousand births the one death the rebirth (reborn) --------- away so long here for the "remainder" i love you
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Feb 9, 2011
Feb 9, 2011 at 10:34 AM UTC
redemption
THEME: INJUSTICE A Duet by: Hassan B. Hassan(Mr Sophy) Opeyemi Fuad (Gemini) ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ 👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇 An unsung warrior I am One that serve his homeland Now left to wallow in shame Betrayed, with no treacle - To my broken esteem What an injustice!! 👈Gemini👉 We doff our hat to them Rubbing and cleaning it with their hands We attain them the power But they all create new edition No to injustice!!! 👈Mr sophy👉 Preserve the nation's flag Yet, thrown into cell Never to see the sun rise merry-ing with Legless rats An unproved innocence Government's injustice 👈Gemini👉 The baby cry out when put to bed The dog cry out when given birth to But we all cry out when the molecule changed But no reaction took place Why? Let Justice reign! 👈Mr sophy👉 I thumbed down, on the papers Still, my worth doesn't count I served the government With my heart and soul on the platter Staked to uphold their stand But wronged, injustice!! 👈Gemini👉 We put down our lives to save theirs Yet they flow us with their power Oh!what an injustice fox government with fox Power Justice reign!!! 👈Mr sophy👉 Thou did nothing Than bruise our humanity And rub it on our fresh wound, With pepper of your injustice Oh, an insolence!! Despite our sacred deeds 👈Gemini👉 Indigent we are today richer we are tomorrow They are to keep the flag flying Yet they make the flag vapid No to injustice! No to fox government Justice we want!! 👈Mr sophy👉 ©Pen of a true Gemini ™ ©Mr Sophy ™
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Jun 19, 2020
Jun 19, 2020 at 4:38 PM UTC
A Duet
THEME: INJUSTICE A Duet by: Hassan B. Hassan(Mr Sophy) Opeyemi Fuad (Gemini) ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ 👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇 An unsung warrior I am One that serve his homeland Now left to wallow in shame Betrayed, with no treacle - To my broken esteem What an injustice!! 👈Gemini👉 We doff our hat to them Rubbing and cleaning it with their hands We attain them the power But they all create new edition No to injustice!!! 👈Mr sophy👉 Preserve the nation's flag Yet, thrown into cell Never to see the sun rise merry-ing with Legless rats An unproved innocence Government's injustice 👈Gemini👉 The baby cry out when put to bed The dog cry out when given birth to But we all cry out when the molecule changed But no reaction took place Why? Let Justice reign! 👈Mr sophy👉 I thumbed down, on the papers Still, my worth doesn't count I served the government With my heart and soul on the platter Staked to uphold their stand But wronged, injustice!! 👈Gemini👉 We put down our lives to save theirs Yet they flow us with their power Oh!what an injustice fox government with fox Power Justice reign!!! 👈Mr sophy👉 Thou did nothing Than bruise our humanity And rub it on our fresh wound, With pepper of your injustice Oh, an insolence!! Despite our sacred deeds 👈Gemini👉 Indigent we are today richer we are tomorrow They are to keep the flag flying Yet they make the flag vapid No to injustice! No to fox government Justice we want!! 👈Mr sophy👉 ©Pen of a true Gemini ™ ©Mr Sophy ™
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You hold grudges, as if you've never wronged anyone yourself You bear grudges, as if you don't know how much it hurts to have one against yourself Remember what you've done Remember how it feels ©
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Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 12:05 PM UTC
• Grudges •
My mouth blooms like a cut. I've been wronged all year, tedious nights, nothing but rough elbows in them and delicate boxes of Kleenex calling crybaby crybaby , you fool! Before today my body was useless. Now it's tearing at its square corners. It's tearing old Mary's garments off, knot by knot and see -- Now it's shot full of these electric bolts. Zing! A resurrection! Once it was a boat, quite wooden and with no business, no salt water under it and in need of some paint. It was no more than a group of boards. But you hoisted her, rigged her. She's been elected. My nerves are turned on. I hear them like musical instruments. Where there was silence the drums, the strings are incurably playing. You did this. Pure genius at work. Darling, the composer has stepped into fire.
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The Kiss
We've all felt unrequited love I've just felt it more than most. Maybe I'm guilty of loving too easily Maybe I'm guilty of caring too much But is there really such thing? Can a person really be guilty of loving too easily? Can a person really be guilty of loving too much? Guilt implies some sort of crime, some form of offense Who have I wronged? Surely not myself Surely not her Maybe my only true guilt is in thinking that one could ever really be "guilty" of love at all Because even in this type of love - in this unrequited love - beauty prevails Surely there is no guilt in beauty. I love her She doesn't love me I know this But is this not still love? Does the thought of her not still keep me up at night? Is the thought of being with her not still the one thing that gets me out of bed every morning? Of course it does. Of course it is. I love her She doesn't love me But that doesn't negate the beauty of love For to love someone is like nothing else in life The rush of adrenaline every time I see her face is above all others The high that I feel when I think about her is like no other high It's not about how she feels It's about how she makes me feel It's about the lessons that she has taught me Lessons about selflessness Lessons about persistence Lessons about myself Lessons about love. One day the thought of her will pass A relationship merely a fleeting thought But a love that will last forever Because unrequited love is a love like no other A love that teaches what it's like to love A love that cements the beauty of love in the imagination Indeed, there is beauty in the unrequited And for that, I have had one of the most beautiful lives that a man could live.
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Jan 14, 2017
Jan 14, 2017 at 4:35 AM UTC
The Beauty in the Unrequited
We've all felt unrequited love I've just felt it more than most. Maybe I'm guilty of loving too easily Maybe I'm guilty of caring too much But is there really such thing? Can a person really be guilty of loving too easily? Can a person really be guilty of loving too much? Guilt implies some sort of crime, some form of offense Who have I wronged? Surely not myself Surely not her Maybe my only true guilt is in thinking that one could ever really be "guilty" of love at all Because even in this type of love - in this unrequited love - beauty prevails Surely there is no guilt in beauty. I love her She doesn't love me I know this But is this not still love? Does the thought of her not still keep me up at night? Is the thought of being with her not still the one thing that gets me out of bed every morning? Of course it does. Of course it is. I love her She doesn't love me But that doesn't negate the beauty of love For to love someone is like nothing else in life The rush of adrenaline every time I see her face is above all others The high that I feel when I think about her is like no other high It's not about how she feels It's about how she makes me feel It's about the lessons that she has taught me Lessons about selflessness Lessons about persistence Lessons about myself Lessons about love. One day the thought of her will pass A relationship merely a fleeting thought But a love that will last forever Because unrequited love is a love like no other A love that teaches what it's like to love A love that cements the beauty of love in the imagination Indeed, there is beauty in the unrequited And for that, I have had one of the most beautiful lives that a man could live.
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MESSENGER Now at the Seventh Gate the seventh chief, Thy proper mother's son, I will announce, What fortune for this city, for himself, With curses he invoketh:--on the walls Ascending, heralded as king, to stand, With paeans for their capture; then with thee To fight, and either slaying near thee die, Or thee, who wronged him, chasing forth alive, Requite in kind his proper banishment. Such words he shouts, and calls upon the gods Who o'er his race preside and Fatherland, With gracious eye to look upon his prayers. A well-wrought buckler, newly forged, he bears, With twofold blazon riveted thereon, For there a woman leads, with sober mien, A mailed warrior, enchased in gold; Justice her style, and thus the legend speaks:-- 'This man I will restore, and he shall hold The city and his father's palace homes.' Such the devices of the hostile chiefs. 'Tis for thyself to choose whom thou wilt send; But never shalt thou blame my herald-words. To guide the rudder of the State be thine! ETEOCLES O heaven-demented race of Oedipus, My race, tear-fraught, detested of the gods! Alas, our father's curses now bear fruit. But it beseems not to lament or weep, Lest lamentations sadder still be born. For him, too truly Polyneikes named,-- What his device will work we soon shall know; Whether his braggart words, with madness fraught, Gold-blazoned on his shield, shall lead him back. Hath Justice communed with, or claimed him hers, Guided his deeds and thoughts, this might have been; But neither when he fled the darksome womb, Or in his childhood, or in youth's fair prime, Or when the hair thick gathered on his chin, Hath Justice communed with, or claimed him hers, Nor in this outrage on his Fatherland Deem I she now beside him deigns to stand. For Justice would in sooth belie her name, Did she with this all-daring man consort. In these regards confiding will I go, Myself will meet him. Who with better right? Brother to brother, chieftain against chief, Foeman to foe, I'll stand. Quick, bring my spear, My greaves, and armor, bulwark against stones.
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The Defiance Of Eteocles
MESSENGER Now at the Seventh Gate the seventh chief, Thy proper mother's son, I will announce, What fortune for this city, for himself, With curses he invoketh:--on the walls Ascending, heralded as king, to stand, With paeans for their capture; then with thee To fight, and either slaying near thee die, Or thee, who wronged him, chasing forth alive, Requite in kind his proper banishment. Such words he shouts, and calls upon the gods Who o'er his race preside and Fatherland, With gracious eye to look upon his prayers. A well-wrought buckler, newly forged, he bears, With twofold blazon riveted thereon, For there a woman leads, with sober mien, A mailed warrior, enchased in gold; Justice her style, and thus the legend speaks:-- 'This man I will restore, and he shall hold The city and his father's palace homes.' Such the devices of the hostile chiefs. 'Tis for thyself to choose whom thou wilt send; But never shalt thou blame my herald-words. To guide the rudder of the State be thine! ETEOCLES O heaven-demented race of Oedipus, My race, tear-fraught, detested of the gods! Alas, our father's curses now bear fruit. But it beseems not to lament or weep, Lest lamentations sadder still be born. For him, too truly Polyneikes named,-- What his device will work we soon shall know; Whether his braggart words, with madness fraught, Gold-blazoned on his shield, shall lead him back. Hath Justice communed with, or claimed him hers, Guided his deeds and thoughts, this might have been; But neither when he fled the darksome womb, Or in his childhood, or in youth's fair prime, Or when the hair thick gathered on his chin, Hath Justice communed with, or claimed him hers, Nor in this outrage on his Fatherland Deem I she now beside him deigns to stand. For Justice would in sooth belie her name, Did she with this all-daring man consort. In these regards confiding will I go, Myself will meet him. Who with better right? Brother to brother, chieftain against chief, Foeman to foe, I'll stand. Quick, bring my spear, My greaves, and armor, bulwark against stones.
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ode to revenge you fuel our vendettas, our grudges you are a flame anger your oil friendship your oxygen ode to revenge you serve the wronged, the cheated and ripped off justice is your ally working together to punish the villains ode to revenge you fair parasite feeding from our souls making people do you bidding but it's all for the greater good right?
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Oct 28, 2012
Oct 28, 2012 at 11:09 PM UTC
Ode to Revenge
To tell you the truth,I want to be just like them. To have a talent, and a perfect em I don't have to be a star, I just want to fit in. I'm the f on the test, do have to say it again? I messed it up, killed vitamin m I'm a splintered piece, a shattered gem I made you cry, I'm an onion stem I'm the worst at my best, should I say it again? Sing my anthem, sing along. I promise you, you won't be wronged So sing my anthem, and come along, Failure my theme song Oh... Failure, failure, failure my theme song Failure, failure, failure my theme song Failure, failure, failure my theme song Failure my theme song Look a me, I'm not pretend In a visual world, worth depends I'm a mirror to the world, this is the end I'm the lowest of all, slap me again! I fight my past, will I ever win? Infinite quest, where is my twin I'm losing the fight, farewell my friend I'm losing control, all I see are fiends I'm failing again, ill never win Sing my anthem, sing along. I promise you, you won't be wronged So sing my anthem, and come along, Failure my theme song Keep on going, the battle's prolonged Ring the bells, ding **** ding **** Fly a kite, the string so long Who choked the worst, I'll do them wrong! Failure my theme song Oh Failure my theme song Failure, failure, failure my theme song Failure, failure, failure my theme song Failure, failure, failure my theme song Failure my theme song Worthless, useless, ignorant, freak, Just accept it, this is me Stupid, idiot, nerdy geek I've always wondered my destiny I'm a failure, don't you see? You sang my anthem, you sang along (you sang my song) I promised you, you wouldn't be wronged So you sang my anthem, and came along Failure our theme song... Sing my anthem, sing along. I promise you, you won't be wronged So sing my anthem, and come along, Failure my theme song Keep on going, the battle's prolonged Ring the bells, ding **** ding **** Fly a kite, the string so long They choked the worst, I did them wrong! Failure my theme song Imprisonment, we'll be amongst Dancing free, chained sarong I know my place, tempted strong I'm Zelkova, not a currajong Failure my theme song Oh failure our theme song Failure, failure, failure my theme song Failure, failure, failure my theme song Failure, failure, failure my theme song Failure my theme song Oh failure my theme song
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Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 12:52 PM UTC
Failure My Theme Song
To tell you the truth,I want to be just like them. To have a talent, and a perfect em I don't have to be a star, I just want to fit in. I'm the f on the test, do have to say it again? I messed it up, killed vitamin m I'm a splintered piece, a shattered gem I made you cry, I'm an onion stem I'm the worst at my best, should I say it again? Sing my anthem, sing along. I promise you, you won't be wronged So sing my anthem, and come along, Failure my theme song Oh... Failure, failure, failure my theme song Failure, failure, failure my theme song Failure, failure, failure my theme song Failure my theme song Look a me, I'm not pretend In a visual world, worth depends I'm a mirror to the world, this is the end I'm the lowest of all, slap me again! I fight my past, will I ever win? Infinite quest, where is my twin I'm losing the fight, farewell my friend I'm losing control, all I see are fiends I'm failing again, ill never win Sing my anthem, sing along. I promise you, you won't be wronged So sing my anthem, and come along, Failure my theme song Keep on going, the battle's prolonged Ring the bells, ding **** ding **** Fly a kite, the string so long Who choked the worst, I'll do them wrong! Failure my theme song Oh Failure my theme song Failure, failure, failure my theme song Failure, failure, failure my theme song Failure, failure, failure my theme song Failure my theme song Worthless, useless, ignorant, freak, Just accept it, this is me Stupid, idiot, nerdy geek I've always wondered my destiny I'm a failure, don't you see? You sang my anthem, you sang along (you sang my song) I promised you, you wouldn't be wronged So you sang my anthem, and came along Failure our theme song... Sing my anthem, sing along. I promise you, you won't be wronged So sing my anthem, and come along, Failure my theme song Keep on going, the battle's prolonged Ring the bells, ding **** ding **** Fly a kite, the string so long They choked the worst, I did them wrong! Failure my theme song Imprisonment, we'll be amongst Dancing free, chained sarong I know my place, tempted strong I'm Zelkova, not a currajong Failure my theme song Oh failure our theme song Failure, failure, failure my theme song Failure, failure, failure my theme song Failure, failure, failure my theme song Failure my theme song Oh failure my theme song
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BLACKSHEEP I belong to the thieves the dealers and the pimps no matter what they didn't or did, I belong to the single young mothers of militant brothers who struggle to feed there kids, I belong to the assignation of my parents with one suspect to blame, He walks with the devil his name is ******* So much time has past feeling so wronged greeted with fake smiles and hugs made me feel I belonged,
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Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 11:15 PM UTC
BLACKSHEEP
always be surprised be cautious of words and how you affect others love him cry when you are sad never lose your sense of faith love and forgive when you are wronged touch baby animals and live your life remember that you were small once be grateful for your life and the opportunities given to you go to school don’t lie be mindful of yourself stay healthy and exercise to make yourself happy, not for others cry when you are angry compliment strangers give small gifts to those who deserve them for no other reason but that. swearing is a waste of a language spend your time sleeping and you will wake up full of dreams belch and **** quietly. apologize to enemies, move on. drink tea enjoy simple pleasures don’t watch tv or read the newspaper except the Sunday funnies. smile at people when you pass them in hallways, make firm eye contact have children and love them for who they are, no matter what make a difference in the lives of people around you giving is a bigger joy than receiving flowers need appreciation as much, if not more than people write poetry and live your life don’t let people insult you. stay safe drink merlot because it tastes good, not to get drunk offer help when someone looks as if they need it don’t pass up chances to meet new people cry when your heart hurts from being too full of love
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Jun 1, 2011
Jun 1, 2011 at 6:06 PM UTC
things my mother taught me
To whom this may concern, I forgive you. Even if you haven’t apologized just yet; maybe you never will. But I have held this hurt in my chest for far too long and I don’t want this rotting away my naive heart. I’m writing this with cathartic desperation and a patience that only comes from being angry for so long. I want you to notice the first sentence I wrote earlier. “I forgive you.” Note that I did not say “it’s okay,” or “it’s all right." There’s a distinction between what I did say and what I could have. I said that I forgive you. When I say that, I acknowledge that you have wronged. You have hurt me and we both ought to recognize that. If I’d said “it’s okay,” I would be subtly telling you that “whatever you did, it’s okay, it’s all right.” I didn’t say it’s okay because it’s not. Whether or not you come to terms with it is not my business anymore. I hope you find yourself within these words and make peace with yourself, and I hope you don’t make the same mistake with another individual. Without Wax, Someone Whose Scabs Have Only Recently Become Scars *P.S. I may have forgiven you but that does not mean that I trust you just yet.*
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Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 2:55 PM UTC
Open Letter Series II: To Someone Who Hurt Me
it's unfair it's unfair she has a heart of gold but they treat her like she's just like anyone else it's unfair it's unfair she pours her soul into everyone she cares for but they just leave her to rot in the flames it's unfair it's unfair she still has a heart after being wronged so many times but they just keep doing it to her
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Mar 8, 2021
Mar 8, 2021 at 1:14 PM UTC
unfair
When a Scorpio loves a Taurus All hell breaks loose. Every law of the Zodiac states That you should both stay away Because one will be wronged by the other But no one will back down from their ideals. And while Scorpios are ruled by water, Earth will define Taurus' principles. You see, I don't believe these things as I'm a man of reason. But since we've been together, I was inclined to believe such notions. You, my Taurus lover, can not be more bull-headed in nature. While I, your ground-crawling envoy, will always be emotionally immature. While you thrive in knowing all of my secrets as your version of trust, I will always keep one or two of them up my sleeve for my ruse. And, yes, as you know very well, I am indeed very jealous But you are so stubborn and you **** the hell out of my arseholes. Oh, please, excuse my language. And now, I am inclined to believe this Zodiac stuff As they are proving to be accurate and exact. But if I can believe such things as the Zodiac, If I can believe people who read the stars in the sky as if they are books, Why should I not believe in us? Why should I not believe in the possibility That your stars and mine are destined to be entangled And that each of their lights will be used for each other's counsel. That we, in our own little world, can persevere to be with each other. After all, we make the best *** partners. Oh, again, excuse my language. And excuse me for saying this, my bull-headed Taurus lover. But we complete each other.
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Jan 7, 2016
Jan 7, 2016 at 8:40 PM UTC
Zodiac Signs
When a Scorpio loves a Taurus All hell breaks loose. Every law of the Zodiac states That you should both stay away Because one will be wronged by the other But no one will back down from their ideals. And while Scorpios are ruled by water, Earth will define Taurus' principles. You see, I don't believe these things as I'm a man of reason. But since we've been together, I was inclined to believe such notions. You, my Taurus lover, can not be more bull-headed in nature. While I, your ground-crawling envoy, will always be emotionally immature. While you thrive in knowing all of my secrets as your version of trust, I will always keep one or two of them up my sleeve for my ruse. And, yes, as you know very well, I am indeed very jealous But you are so stubborn and you **** the hell out of my arseholes. Oh, please, excuse my language. And now, I am inclined to believe this Zodiac stuff As they are proving to be accurate and exact. But if I can believe such things as the Zodiac, If I can believe people who read the stars in the sky as if they are books, Why should I not believe in us? Why should I not believe in the possibility That your stars and mine are destined to be entangled And that each of their lights will be used for each other's counsel. That we, in our own little world, can persevere to be with each other. After all, we make the best *** partners. Oh, again, excuse my language. And excuse me for saying this, my bull-headed Taurus lover. But we complete each other.
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A cloudless night like this Can set the spirit soaring: After a tiring day The clockwork spectacle is Impressive in a slightly boring Eighteenth-century way. It soothed adolescence a lot To meet so shameless a stare; The things I did could not Be so shocking as they said If that would still be there After the shocked were dead Now, unready to die Bur already at the stage When one starts to resent the young, I am glad those points in the sky May also be counted among The creatures of middle-age. It's cosier thinking of night As more an Old People's Home Than a shed for a faultless machine, That the red pre-Cambrian light Is gone like Imperial Rome Or myself at seventeen. Yet however much we may like The stoic manner in which The classical authors wrote, Only the young and rich Have the nerve or the figure to strike The lacrimae rerum note. For the present stalks abroad Like the past and its wronged again Whimper and are ignored, And the truth cannot be hid; Somebody chose their pain, What needn't have happened did. Occurring this very night By no established rule, Some event may already have hurled Its first little No at the right Of the laws we accept to school Our post-diluvian world: But the stars burn on overhead, Unconscious of final ends, As I walk home to bed, Asking what judgment waits My person, all my friends, And these United States.
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A Walk After Dark