Poems About Curses by Top Critiquers
#curse
Poems about curses by top critiquers. Poems written by members who have given lots of feedback to other poets this month.
Grow Up !
I DON'T SEE you
i am sure life is always fair
to give happiness or despair
bear in mind as long as you live
that you only get what you give
I have learned to be square
and fair any time any where
if i cheat then i'll surely pay
for my inequity the hard way
and so, i accept the outcome
what betides me is the logic sum
so it is even wisely unfair
when you still even complain
the irony, when the viper bites...
i am sure life is always fair
to give happiness or despair
bear in mind as long as you live
that you only get what you give
I have learned to be square
and fair any time any where
if i cheat then i'll surely pay
for my inequity the hard way
and so, i accept the outcome
what betides me is the logic sum
so it is even wisely unfair
when you still even complain
the irony, when the viper bites...
#curse
#fate
#morality #TruthOfLife
#morality #TruthOfLife
135 reads
0 Comments
Angry Dragon
My anger is out to get me
For this frenzy is causing
Me pain I need to release
My anger but not on my
Family but it's hard not to
release my anger so
I write this poem
Hope it can help me relax
enough to kill the angry
dragon inside my soul
For this frenzy is causing
Me pain I need to release
My anger but not on my
Family but it's hard not to
release my anger so
I write this poem
Hope it can help me relax
enough to kill the angry
dragon inside my soul
#anger
#dark
#illness
#healing
#curse
462 reads
2 Comments
Wandering Lonely
Wading in the hereafter
wandering lonely in my only
with memories from the grave
and a tag on my toes
harmonizing with frogs
with the wailing crickets
swooning in the moonlight
wandering lonely in my only
wandering lonely in my only
with memories from the grave
and a tag on my toes
harmonizing with frogs
with the wailing crickets
swooning in the moonlight
wandering lonely in my only
#curse
#dark
#ghosts #gothic
#ghosts #gothic
195 reads
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Touches Divine
in skirts fringed with tiny bells, tinkling to swaying hips
twinkles from bronze and silver anklets
an entry, almost a dance
she entered, the bobolian
she looked too young for knowledge
too soft to deliver her edge
her fingers too gentle to administer potions
her dark eyes seductively divine
her first words swept the room in pheromones
each man reacted under their loincloth
stirred half-mast and some in full attention
women stirred in apprehension
lips swelled glistened and dewed
will death be bestowed upon...
twinkles from bronze and silver anklets
an entry, almost a dance
she entered, the bobolian
she looked too young for knowledge
too soft to deliver her edge
her fingers too gentle to administer potions
her dark eyes seductively divine
her first words swept the room in pheromones
each man reacted under their loincloth
stirred half-mast and some in full attention
women stirred in apprehension
lips swelled glistened and dewed
will death be bestowed upon...
#curse
#tradition
388 reads
5 Comments
Soul
Cast grey deceitful
Memorial imagery
Graven idol death
Memorial imagery
Graven idol death
#curse
#fate
#mythology
#pagan
#senryu
105 reads
2 Comments
Murder of Crows
We are all made of bloodclay
at one with the earth
warm with all directions
wherever they may lead
Molded by measures of love
and the presence of hate
baked by life and
a cob oven sun
My sand brown eyes
with tearless vision
watch them form
circles of oblivion
hovering above my head
A halo of crows
coloring a black witch sky
waiting for me
to trip and shatter
But they misunderstand
the air and the beat
of the sun...
at one with the earth
warm with all directions
wherever they may lead
Molded by measures of love
and the presence of hate
baked by life and
a cob oven sun
My sand brown eyes
with tearless vision
watch them form
circles of oblivion
hovering above my head
A halo of crows
coloring a black witch sky
waiting for me
to trip and shatter
But they misunderstand
the air and the beat
of the sun...
#birds
#curse
#fate
425 reads
36 Comments
Storms of Diamonds and White Snakes (Cauldron Kill Series)
#curse
#daughter
#evil #sex
#evil #sex
53 reads
6 Comments
My Voodoo Dolls
My voodoo dolls just do not work
that Pukin's not gone straight to hell
nor tRump, that dirty grifting jerk,
my voodoo dolls don't seem to work,
I've tried gold pins for what that's worth
and blood of bat and chanted spells
beneath blood moons, I haven't shirked,
my voodoo dolls don't seem to work.
No faltering in their foul smirks
as they ring freedom's death knell bell
in their bloodied vile fascist kirk
no faltering of their sick smirks,
And then I find by some strange quirk
why my dark arts don't work too...
that Pukin's not gone straight to hell
nor tRump, that dirty grifting jerk,
my voodoo dolls don't seem to work,
I've tried gold pins for what that's worth
and blood of bat and chanted spells
beneath blood moons, I haven't shirked,
my voodoo dolls don't seem to work.
No faltering in their foul smirks
as they ring freedom's death knell bell
in their bloodied vile fascist kirk
no faltering of their sick smirks,
And then I find by some strange quirk
why my dark arts don't work too...
#triolet
#curse
97 reads
2 Comments
The Zero
Sacajawea
You loved me
I felt nothing
All the same
Got a goddamn
Empty pile
of nothing
I respect the heroes
Who added up
To zeros
Yet they got
More to say
Than your
Worst enemy
In spite of me
You loved me
I felt nothing
All the same
But goddamn
I am
An empty pile
Of nothing
I feel respect
Yet frustration
For the heroes
Whom they called
Zeroes
My ultimate heroes
All the same
Nothing.
You loved me
I felt nothing
All the same
Got a goddamn
Empty pile
of nothing
I respect the heroes
Who added up
To zeros
Yet they got
More to say
Than your
Worst enemy
In spite of me
You loved me
I felt nothing
All the same
But goddamn
I am
An empty pile
Of nothing
I feel respect
Yet frustration
For the heroes
Whom they called
Zeroes
My ultimate heroes
All the same
Nothing.
#curse
#MyInspiration
#nostalgia
#passion
#redemption
64 reads
1 Comment
Book review: A Marvellous Light, by Freya Marske
Okay, so I don't normally do book reviews, actually I don't do them at all. I just sometimes think about what I would say if someone asked about what I'm reading. No one ever asks.
This book almost demands a review, or something. I have read it three times in the last four days, which I never do.
With most books I enjoy, I read it, savour it, analyze it, and then stick it on a shelf for the next time I'm in the mood for it. I think I can name ever book I have read and reread, and held onto for the precious story it is. This is one of those books, only moreso.
...
This book almost demands a review, or something. I have read it three times in the last four days, which I never do.
With most books I enjoy, I read it, savour it, analyze it, and then stick it on a shelf for the next time I'm in the mood for it. I think I can name ever book I have read and reread, and held onto for the precious story it is. This is one of those books, only moreso.
...
#books
#curse
#gay
#LGBT
#magic
209 reads
1 Comment
Woke Up So Hungover
I just woke up so hungover
and looked at this one pool of
water to see this
lion and I hit the roof!
and looked at this one pool of
water to see this
lion and I hit the roof!
#lion
#alcohol
#fiction
#dialogue
#curse
349 reads
0 Comments
The Spoken Spell
In whispered words, a cry takes flight,
“Avra ke-davra, I speak to ignite.”
Voices woven, reality they weave,
On kosher parchment, our truths we believe.
Kaptsiel, Malakhel, guide my way,
As you did for Abraham in the light of day,
Unmask the thief, draw near, behold,
Kematin’s secret in the tales of old.
Circle the suspects with the rooster's grace,
Let it leap upon truth in this sacred space.
For small and big burns, a spell we invoke,
Ancient names whispered, our healing cloak.
Agrifuk,...
“Avra ke-davra, I speak to ignite.”
Voices woven, reality they weave,
On kosher parchment, our truths we believe.
Kaptsiel, Malakhel, guide my way,
As you did for Abraham in the light of day,
Unmask the thief, draw near, behold,
Kematin’s secret in the tales of old.
Circle the suspects with the rooster's grace,
Let it leap upon truth in this sacred space.
For small and big burns, a spell we invoke,
Ancient names whispered, our healing cloak.
Agrifuk,...
#curse
#Halloween
#magic
59 reads
0 Comments
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