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love, peace, violence,
The towering mountains of menacing fanaticism and
in the midst of the shadows of constant fear,
Desperately, is crawling in search of
The trail of understanding,
That it would lead her onto the valley of God-loving
Where the peoples of the world, respecting the beliefs of
Others, in harmony would live,
Glorifying God’s wisdom which saved them, from falling
Into the ravines of voracious hate where Man's
© Demetrios Trifiatis
10 JANUARY 2015
art, encouraging, jealousy, life, love, philosophy, violence,
This times, you would receive the two things from others.
Violence or grace.
Jealousy to your success,
And grace to your failure.
So, you should not be sad.
Survival is meaningless with grace.
You are the king or queen of love.
Try to distribute your love.
Don't want to see yourself as the beggar of love.
One day, future of mankind will be written with your love.
You will become history.
(The poem is dedicated to my favorite poet Charmaine Chircop.)
SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA
anger, dark, loss, love hurts, nature, power, violence,
Knotted in the torsion of a tempest’s mood -
the barrage drains the sun and overwhelms the dusk
ire’s flash stabs the night.
April 6, 2019
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~ Third Place ~
Contest: April 2019 Premier (3 Line Max)
Sponsor: Brian Strand
anger, conflict, hope, violence,
blood pouring forth . . . red
yelling . . . hate r a d i a t i n g
shooting, dying . . . why
“A voice was heard in Ramah, wailing and loud lamentations . . . “ Jeremiah
“. . . so much weeping! Such a burden of lamentation! I will not gloss over the terrible pain and sorrow that comes from vanity and anger, but neither will I forget the final word of resurrection. “ Eugene Petersen
conflict, love, violence,
Kissing, touching, tasting
Bodies, lips, teeth, claws
Snarling, ripping, tearing
“ A poem in diamanté form”
every Love day
What's meant to return
drink, funny love, humorous, violence,
Just a normal Sunday sitting on my chair
When all of sudden in walked my auntie uncle Claire
What the hell you doing barging in like that??
He said your not going fu**ing believe it? I just ran over your Cat
I said the only pussy in this house is my other half,
We played a few drinking games and i beat him at charades
He soon ad enough of that tho so i pulled out deck cards then he stared moaning reckon the games i play are hard.
Well i had enough of his lip i couldn't take no more
so rubbed his face on cheese grater and now hes bloody sore.
Just That Archaic Poet
lost love, violence,
As loving you no longer lingers,
Against my hand of broken fingers
Of which I've washed the Past away
(The second skin I've shed today!)
To block, to shield, to guard- protect!
But will it last the length to trek?
I'll run right and you leap left,
Our rendezvous to be discreet
Forward, backward we progress-
And in the middle we will meet
*based partly on a lover's spat and a Radiohead song ;)
abuse, hate, hurt, love, violence,
I love your smile I love your witty charm
I'll never forget when you broke my arm
I adore your walk and the way you talk
You always said I'd be the one you stalk
I cherish your humor and you dance well
Since I've met you life's been a living hell
I love your eyes and your great sense of style
The things you tell me are so very vile
"He's no good for you" I heard from a friend
I keep praying for the abuse to end
When we started dating it was so grand
Why did you ever have to raise your hand?
I wish I didn't feel you're my soul mate
There is a fine line between love and hate
abuse, crazy, fear, heartbroken, lost love, love hurts, violence,
Claire's hellish romance
Blissful with glittering scars,
Her quaint lover mugged
Her docility, bridling
Her marriage with sweet sorrows
absence, abuse, love, suicide, violence,
How can someone wake up with ambition
I awake without vision
Telling me how to live life
But I'm struggling how life is lived
In a crowded downtown
Best drowned in animosity
Fucking better than reality
A dying younged envy
Turn left and the moon glows
Turn right and the sun shines
Nothing is fancy for a dying soul
Nothing rhymes for a wailing howl
Jump me in a building and cover my flesh
Bury me in mountains with a thorned crown
Float me in the sea of the living
Because I may not be remembered but I will be everywhere.
Just That Archaic Poet
heart, love, suicide, violence,
I need a fix; euphoric mix
To chase away my thoughts
I fear my Heart is made of Bricks
While my Mind just sits and rots
Have my fits and slit my wrists-
Beat myself with fearsome fists!
Tip the scales, the balance shifts,
Then I wonder, "Does Love exist?"
love, political, prayer, religion, violence, war, world,
They said they loved me.
Then, the metal beasts came, soaring over me
Heaping dust and blood on our city streets,
As their lethal load hit like rain sheets.
I watched their love puncture the city walls
And sever the sinews off the boy and his ball
Leaving the mother crying for her son, then his dad
Till her tears meant nothing in the wailing myriad.
I saw the hate build with each blood drop
Drawn from the soldiers and innocent. Drop
For drop, survivors intend revenge upon this love shown:
This false love which spurs only hate till we’re all gone.
If movies are reflections of our world,
Then why does violence play a leading role?
Consenting sex, whose scenes are wrapped and furled,
Is cut in line so gore can score its goal.
The act that violence plays in life is minor
Compared to sex and love, who reign supreme,
And by degrees are viewed as widely finer
Than wrath and hate’s unnatural extremes.
But we inherited from Puritans
Our backwards views on sexual liberation.
While gung-ho guns parade like charlatans,
I’ll forwards choose to duel and match my nation.
When sex and love get demonized, assaulted,
Then fear and hate are glorified, exalted.
analogy, fire, love, pain, violence,
When forging a blade,
A swordsmith would
Place a rod of metal
Into the fire until
It had softened, then
Fold it in on itself,
Over and over,
Each time making
This is how metal
Becomes a sword...
Able to kill.
When I fell in love...
I thought he must be
Breaking my heart,
Over and over-
Until I realized he
Was forging it,
Like a sword;
He folded my love
In on itself,
Each time making
This is how I
Able to love him.
Thus by fire, and by love,
We fashion our tools of violence.
age, celebration, conflict, culture, loss, lost love, new year, poetry, time, today, violence, writing, yellow,
In time, days, months to years
Is the failure of relationships
In January to July to December
And the shallow of rivers
In July, August to September
The destruction by earthquakes
In January, February to December
The reshuffle of accidents
In lakes, roads and in air
The manufacture of acids, guns, and robots
In laboratories, industries and employment areas
The color of rainbows
Blue, green, grey
The personality of people
Conceited, gloomy, temperamental
The training of soldiers, students, and also religions
In academy, schools and institutes
The birth of children
Over years and years all over the world
The truth of lies
In homes, schools up to work places
anger, fun, funny, funny love, humorous, love, violence,
Rest in peace, my feisty lover,
I will miss you and all that -
Just a shame I didn’t miss you,
when I clonked you with this bat.
25 July 2018
For Life or Death Epigram Contest
Sponsored by Kevin Shaw
anger, earth, faith, love, military, peace, violence,
and its xenophobic Nationalism brother,
are among a polarized USA's most basic political habits
and economically competitive behaviors.
Violence with and against others
is among the most difficult and sensitive climate pathologies to deal with,
and yet at the heart,
in the heart,
of ecologically polypathic mindbodies,
climates of ego- and eco-therapeutic hope
for less violence
and more contentment,
within as without.
art, august, beauty, bible, lost love, sad, violence,
For shall the almighty dance with wickedness
Freasting darkness solidifies clashing swords
Forsaking us illuminates our lust for fulfillment
Attributes for grace heightens desolation’s plot
Fiend mends the holy terror back to life
Your gracefulness is deafening to us sinners
Exuberant romance awaken golden hour twilight
Lightlessness fuel starts to shed our midnight skins,
Letting us rejoice among the self-righteousness waters
Perplexing there was no storm in the Lords
Storms among harts in airlings wings has forsaken ourselves
child, hate, love, violence,
I Didn’t Mean To
I didn’t mean to make you mad;
the bruises will go away soon.
I didn’t mean to break the window, with the ball.
My arm will heal in about six weeks.
I didn’t mean to walk in on you and your boyfriend in the bedroom.
I thought you were alone.
The doctor said, I would heal in a few weeks,
but he wanted to know who did this to me.
I wouldn’t tell him,
I love you unconditionally.
I didn’t mean to lie,
Why did you let him hurt me so bad?
Why did you let him just throw me away like
I was a bag of trash over the side of the road?
My body is numb
My soul is no more.
I didn’t mean to,
My love was unconditionally for you.
abuse, hurt, jealousy, love, storm, violence, water,
It’s cold, dark, scary.
Waves crushing on me
It hurts stings
My chest underwater
I can’t breathe.
You are over me and under me
And I can’t come back up
But then you let loose.
The water warms up
And the pressure leaves my heart.
It doesn’t hurt anymore,
Now you carry me,
Make me float
Singing me to sleep,
And it feels perfect,
And I know everything is going to be all right
Until the next storm comes.
god, love, truth, violence, , cute,
Jehovah is our creator and I appreciate the love that he has shown.
I will worship and love the Lord forever even if people break my bones.
People can beat me, stone me and whip me too.
But they can't stop me from loving Jehovah, that's something they will never be able to do.
If people want to persecute and attack me, let them take their best shot.
But if they think that violence will make me stop loving Jehovah, it will not.
inspirational, life, loss, love, peace,
Stop the Violence
not in silence
Lot the wild is
on the street crying
trying to grab a grip
something to eat
Flying back at tip
of the wing the system
blinding the kids with a backwards
education defining deprivation
of a freedom promise to all
who live on the land as equal
yet currency confuses the category
Manners Glory Honor one another
as Kings and Queens should
Acknowledge the blessings
Forgiveness is hard yet
as the humble make it out the jungle
abuse, anniversary, desire, love, marriage, metaphor, violence,
Late night rendezvous
the carcass of hope
pecked clean by fever dreams
and relief in pain.
Their macabre passion
infused with action
evolves and invades
the pale, sick ecosystem.
Still, the waning moon
tells no tales.
Their urgency of need
overshadows the pull of light.
The night stumbles forward,
beyond their collective consciousness,
in her dead eyes
and on his swollen lips.
Happy World Poetry Day!
anti bullying, children, violence,
At Sunday school
Don’t break the rules
Sabbath ends on Saturday
Church is out
In play grounds children stray
Void of God
A new Dollar Lord
They learn the prayers of hate
Shatter innocent hearts
Sad days of school shootings