Quotes about venom, page 11
Unsuccess
My tears rain the pain of blood, hurt, break my bones, i will never crave enough -
The sun i seek, the shades of grey, greens the night -
Venom de poison le veins, needle of the rake, pale the blue to my arms -
My war is fate, hollowed to the burning, hell has no gates -
Flames are the ink engraved to my flesh, trashed, i wear the dress -
The one spelled Unsuccess
poem by Unic Cjonr
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Antipathy
Devoting the freedom of my life
to something I despise,
Devoting the freedom of my life
to something that predominantly influences my mind,
Malevolence from the venom givers
which I hate and struggle to understand,
Those egoistical creatures
driven by stereotypical prejudice,
But one day
this pain will be paid back for,
Ironically guiding us
through life.
(4th April 2011)
poem by Kamil Kubiak
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Nature Worship
Little flight of whimsy
Darting through space
Dragonfly, oh dragonfly
Show your true face.
With wings made of sunbeams
You sparkle and shimmer
Tell me your secret
Are you a skimmer?
Burnt coals and embers
Abide in your eyes
You conquer the hornet
An attack by surprise.
You murder the hapless
Who encroach on your rule
Without enmity or venom
For you're a living jewel.
poem by Patti Masterman
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Ambivalence
Ambivalence says 'yes' when meaning 'no'
A shifting view that sways as palm trees do
No steady gait, no stable ground
A constant swirl like wind surrounds
Fleeting clouds that drift and slowly fade
No firmness there in many choices made.
Ambivalence is true love's death poison
Its venom potent as it brings confusion.
Cop yright Cynthia Buhain Baello
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poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Soft As Reed But Hard As Steel
you know how
is it
when you step
upon me
as though i am
another
pathway or
an old
shoe
i bite
and i transform
my teeth
into fangs
my saliva into
deadly
venom and
i spit upon
you to
maim you
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Slander
Slander has a sharper edge than a sword,
More venomous than venom in action,
More severe than cyclones in damage,
And penetrates through the impenetrable.
Victims of slander are often women,
Mostly mistresses of men in high ranks,
Maidens of all ranks and famous queens.
It sleeps with them in their graves to our delight.
28.02.2009
[Inspired by Shakespeare’s Cymbeline act III, iv]
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Unrehearsed
Oh what a time of fight and harm
Restless mind wandering hard
Lies hidden are now in light
Silence wreckage of the night
Voices and emotions so high
Tongues spitting venom on heart
Spirits thrown in a lake of fires
Drowning, sinking in the valley of lies
Oh what a reality shaken by wise
Truth falls into the trap of disguise
Tears, confessions and chance
Slow down the hands of time
poem by Rose de Ramar
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Thinning
Undating the memories
in final push to cauldron, I said:
let the words burn to ashes,
in terminal journey,
of eternal flight.
You turn a blind eye to sun’s venom.
Moon, the blue baby in a casket
rubbing the white clouds
for a trek to intoxication.
I ignore the opium field,
to collect the bullets
and bones of infants.
Seeking peace in a simple
shade of hymn.
Perhaps stars are listening.
poem by Satish Verma
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The Flower Bed of Illness
In the flower bed of illness,
My drowsy midnight disease blooms.
Plucking petals of happiness,
My poisonous pollen consumes.
The venom stemming from my soul,
Pollution rooted in my mind,
Leaves me far lesser to control
The garden of mine I've designed.
The sick spores of my sleepy head
Spread, fertilized in dirty soil
Made of decomposed ink and lead
That preserve sorrows as they spoil.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Deceptive Vanity
I am sure nothing that they did,
Could be said was done in vain.
Although,
It can be said...
The deceptive vanity of others,
Who placed them in that position...
With interests unknown,
Are the ones to direct your venom.
If their ever changing masquerades,
Could identify their greed...
As having a lack of sensitivity.
And that's going to be very difficult to prove.
Since greed is what has been valued.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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