PoetSpeak
Poem Published
4th Apr 2025 11:02pm
4th Apr 2025 11:02pm
If you bully Betty I'll pull out your public hair with pliers
You've been warned
Don't mess with my friend Betty
You're lucky
She's 6'4 and breathes fire
Favorite expression:
Twatwaffle Mother Fucker
BIG LIKE
Don't mess with my friend Betty
You're lucky
She's 6'4 and breathes fire
Favorite expression:
Twatwaffle Mother Fucker
BIG LIKE
#anger
#curse
#devil #pagan
#devil #pagan
170 reads
18 Comments
NANCY_RDZ_STORIES
Poem Published
31st Mar 2025 10:13pm
31st Mar 2025 10:13pm
"The Chirping Witness"
Pinocchio, marionette of lies,
A painted smile, beneath a venomous guise.
He'd weave his tales, a silken, twisted thread,
While Cricket watched, his conscience, cold and dead.
Each fib a dagger, aimed at truth's frail heart,
He'd boast of feats, a masterful, deceptive art.
The strings would tighten, as the lies took hold,
And Cricket's song, grew weary, frail, and old.
He saw the puppet, rise to heights of shame,
A hollow shell, consumed by lust and fame.
He watched the victims, fall to their despair,
As Pinocchio,...
A painted smile, beneath a venomous guise.
He'd weave his tales, a silken, twisted thread,
While Cricket watched, his conscience, cold and dead.
Each fib a dagger, aimed at truth's frail heart,
He'd boast of feats, a masterful, deceptive art.
The strings would tighten, as the lies took hold,
And Cricket's song, grew weary, frail, and old.
He saw the puppet, rise to heights of shame,
A hollow shell, consumed by lust and fame.
He watched the victims, fall to their despair,
As Pinocchio,...
#curse
#dark
#horror
#lies
#nightmares
89 reads
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
27th Mar 2025 7:39pm
27th Mar 2025 7:39pm
Cemetery
Practically everyday I walk through my local cemetery
Peaceful, tranquil, relaxing and time stands still
I have respect when entering
I always remember not to point at a grave, it will make your finger rot
Also, do not count the cars in a funeral procession,
for the amount of cars you count, will be the day that you perish sometime during that year
As I heard these superstitions from my elders, I never dared to explore these wise tales
One day as I awoke from my restful sleep, I began shivering uncontrollably
I just could not shake this feeling ...
Peaceful, tranquil, relaxing and time stands still
I have respect when entering
I always remember not to point at a grave, it will make your finger rot
Also, do not count the cars in a funeral procession,
for the amount of cars you count, will be the day that you perish sometime during that year
As I heard these superstitions from my elders, I never dared to explore these wise tales
One day as I awoke from my restful sleep, I began shivering uncontrollably
I just could not shake this feeling ...
#curse
#death
#family
#graveyard
#philosophical
85 reads
10 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
11th Mar 2025 00:11am
11th Mar 2025 00:11am
Greed
conflicted glory elevate your place so you can hold false visions
You think those riches are yours to keep
nah but thanks for collecting um
I'm spelling on the air
keep up if you dare follow
deep dimensional rifts
A Witches glory watch it ring true
There will be no exit Hectate
You might need to hesitate, sister of no value
corrupt is an idea
that you masturbate to
feed the Masters of Hell
Stygian witches stingy bitches where it counts
they claim they don't know your rottenness
A gate key, no tech...
You think those riches are yours to keep
nah but thanks for collecting um
I'm spelling on the air
keep up if you dare follow
deep dimensional rifts
A Witches glory watch it ring true
There will be no exit Hectate
You might need to hesitate, sister of no value
corrupt is an idea
that you masturbate to
feed the Masters of Hell
Stygian witches stingy bitches where it counts
they claim they don't know your rottenness
A gate key, no tech...
#curse
#witches
121 reads
6 Comments
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
5th Mar 2025 5:01pm
5th Mar 2025 5:01pm
Mass Earnis Ah Mass Ruben
(Patois)
Mass Earnis ave wah son niem Den Den, ah Mass Ruben ave wah son niem Jakes. Di two bwoy dem did a pliay wang giem dung di ruod, an Den Den gi Jakes a rass lick wid a pisa tik. Wen Jakes guh uom, eeh tell eeh puppa seh Den Den lick im inna eeh fies wid wan tik.
Mass Ruben seh, “Kom mi bwoy, mia goh mek yuh lick back Den Den widdi tik.” Wen Mass Ruben an im son reech a Mass Earnis yawd, dem si Den Den sidung pah wah big stuon. Mass Ruben seh tu im seh, “Den Den, weh mek yuh lick Jakes inna eeh fies widdi tik?” Den Den seh, “Mi neva mein fi lick im. A...
Mass Earnis ave wah son niem Den Den, ah Mass Ruben ave wah son niem Jakes. Di two bwoy dem did a pliay wang giem dung di ruod, an Den Den gi Jakes a rass lick wid a pisa tik. Wen Jakes guh uom, eeh tell eeh puppa seh Den Den lick im inna eeh fies wid wan tik.
Mass Ruben seh, “Kom mi bwoy, mia goh mek yuh lick back Den Den widdi tik.” Wen Mass Ruben an im son reech a Mass Earnis yawd, dem si Den Den sidung pah wah big stuon. Mass Ruben seh tu im seh, “Den Den, weh mek yuh lick Jakes inna eeh fies widdi tik?” Den Den seh, “Mi neva mein fi lick im. A...
#children
#curse
#father
#funny
#home
82 reads
0 Comments
Nil
Nolan
Nolan
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2025 9:33pm
23rd Feb 2025 9:33pm
Exegesis.
#curse
#dark
#emptiness
55 reads
0 Comments
13
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2025 3:22pm
22nd Feb 2025 3:22pm
Shadowborn
and out from the dead
reanimated anew
unsightly and unabated
surreal visage
inviting annihilation
bound by servitude
now embodying
nurtured hate
swallowing all pain
a final respite
from suffering
kill and grow
indestructible
eternal soul
accursed to slavery
stolen from the grave
darkest depths
distance between damnation
unable to feel
murderous intent
purveyor of death
towering trials
impossible reality
break the rift
dungeon of despair
slaughter everything ...
reanimated anew
unsightly and unabated
surreal visage
inviting annihilation
bound by servitude
now embodying
nurtured hate
swallowing all pain
a final respite
from suffering
kill and grow
indestructible
eternal soul
accursed to slavery
stolen from the grave
darkest depths
distance between damnation
unable to feel
murderous intent
purveyor of death
towering trials
impossible reality
break the rift
dungeon of despair
slaughter everything ...
#anger
#curse
#dark
#hate
#shadows
106 reads
4 Comments
Nil
Nolan
Nolan
Poem Published
16th Feb 2025 7:07pm
16th Feb 2025 7:07pm
The Mask of Coyote
Into the darkness.
Away from the light.
The bosom of creepy crawly things.
Rotten and impure.
One can't steal the sun.
One can't hide in noon day.
One can't run when the sun is on the horizon.
There's nowhere to abscond to, to be free from the.
Remand of life in the searing heat.
A jail of vile sweat.
I do not seek illumination Lucifer.
For in the shadows there lies me.
Mangy.
Rabid.
Starving.
Coyote the trickster stuck in desperation.
Nipping at the air.
Biting at the ghosts of dead men. ...
Away from the light.
The bosom of creepy crawly things.
Rotten and impure.
One can't steal the sun.
One can't hide in noon day.
One can't run when the sun is on the horizon.
There's nowhere to abscond to, to be free from the.
Remand of life in the searing heat.
A jail of vile sweat.
I do not seek illumination Lucifer.
For in the shadows there lies me.
Mangy.
Rabid.
Starving.
Coyote the trickster stuck in desperation.
Nipping at the air.
Biting at the ghosts of dead men. ...
#curse
#mythology
#pagan
84 reads
0 Comments
Nil
Nolan
Nolan
Poem Published
14th Feb 2025 6:15pm
14th Feb 2025 6:15pm
Leonard Cohen Afterworld.
Light breaks softly.
Through the cracks.
I was told was in everything.
But I run from it.
Because it ruins the dark.
I will be an addendum.
In the book of life.
A simple caveat.
That the light couldn't reach.
My own personal.
Perpetual.
Darkness.
And you.
Illuminating my disgust.
Through the cracks.
I was told was in everything.
But I run from it.
Because it ruins the dark.
I will be an addendum.
In the book of life.
A simple caveat.
That the light couldn't reach.
My own personal.
Perpetual.
Darkness.
And you.
Illuminating my disgust.
#curse
#fate
71 reads
0 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 00:56am
6th Feb 2025 00:56am
Necropolis-a-lago
As suspected, Bibi was in cahoots,
with global conservatives that include
the genocide jingo MAGA galoots
jonesing for Mediterranean crude.
Where now are the cries of "Genocide Joe"?
Now that Trump reveals the master plan
of Levantine resorts with oil below
at the beckon call of the master man...
arms akimbo over the smoking bones
of countless families for each guilty dude,
which no holocaust ghost likely condones,
as they know too well the cost of a feud...
a lesson lost on MAGA ambition ...
with global conservatives that include
the genocide jingo MAGA galoots
jonesing for Mediterranean crude.
Where now are the cries of "Genocide Joe"?
Now that Trump reveals the master plan
of Levantine resorts with oil below
at the beckon call of the master man...
arms akimbo over the smoking bones
of countless families for each guilty dude,
which no holocaust ghost likely condones,
as they know too well the cost of a feud...
a lesson lost on MAGA ambition ...
#curse
#evil
#hate
#lies
#sacrifice
125 reads
4 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2025 6:37am
2nd Feb 2025 6:37am
Blossoming Sin Putrescent
Ravaging the soul
Temptation ascended
Between the pestle and bowl
Heaven now rended
The skeletons now dance
A chalice now sanguine
Devil eyes in a trance
Sacred shapes withered thin
Radiance of infernal shine
Sevenfold immolation rite
Usurped and inverse divine
Brilliance of perdition in the night
Temptation ascended
Between the pestle and bowl
Heaven now rended
The skeletons now dance
A chalice now sanguine
Devil eyes in a trance
Sacred shapes withered thin
Radiance of infernal shine
Sevenfold immolation rite
Usurped and inverse divine
Brilliance of perdition in the night
#curse
#dark
#evil
#night
#religion
89 reads
0 Comments
Chere-Rene13
Poem Published
31st Jan 2025 6:39am
31st Jan 2025 6:39am
Entitlement Egos
A young child cries before he can even open his eyes. Before his teens demanding his entitlement allowance. Curds of way, to foul to say. A shouting tense, prince making demands to young to understand what it is to be "The King". For like sour, spoiled milk...The crowds felted the somersault roll of a stomach that a mouth of watering will upchuck & boar on to the royal floors. For a spoiled child is a rotten apple for sure. Entitlement of adulthood leads his way...Without lifting a finger or dirtying a nail. To expecting the bail of money to hail...While the poor are knowing to...
#curse
#faith
#karma
105 reads
0 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Curses Seeking Honest Critique
