Revenge Poems
#revenge
Revenge poems, poetry about hurting someone, to get back at them for causing us suffering. Revenge poems about spite and anger towards those who have hurt us, and poetry about seeking our own justice, by doing them harm.
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
24th Jun 2020 11:57pm
24th Jun 2020 11:57pm
Blended Souls
WATER VIEW FEDERAL HILL
BALTIMORE, MARYLAND
Moss continued to surf through the television stations.
“Man, I told you that broad is nothing but trouble.”
“Not now Darwin.”
Moss flipped back to the current station.
A repeat broadcast played.
“Did you two check all the bus stations, and the airport terminal?”
“Moss, we checked every available avenue out of the city of Baltimore.”
“Shit!”
“Man chill out, if Nadia really wants you, she will find a...
BALTIMORE, MARYLAND
Moss continued to surf through the television stations.
“Man, I told you that broad is nothing but trouble.”
“Not now Darwin.”
Moss flipped back to the current station.
A repeat broadcast played.
“Did you two check all the bus stations, and the airport terminal?”
“Moss, we checked every available avenue out of the city of Baltimore.”
“Shit!”
“Man chill out, if Nadia really wants you, she will find a...
#politics
#revenge
#passion
66 reads
6 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
21st Jun 2020 8:46pm
21st Jun 2020 8:46pm
I AM MY SISTER’S KEEPER
WATER VIEW FEDERAL HILL
BALTIMORE, MARYLAND
“You just had to come down here and get me.”
“Baby, you were taking too long.”
“Well, I didn’t want you to eat cold food.” Nadia placed a broiled chicken breast on Moss’ plate, and a chicken leg on her plate. “Since you are down here, you might as well take a seat at the kitchen table.”
“You won’t hear me declining.” Moss winked at Nadia. “Who taught you how to throw a meal together like this?” ...
BALTIMORE, MARYLAND
“You just had to come down here and get me.”
“Baby, you were taking too long.”
“Well, I didn’t want you to eat cold food.” Nadia placed a broiled chicken breast on Moss’ plate, and a chicken leg on her plate. “Since you are down here, you might as well take a seat at the kitchen table.”
“You won’t hear me declining.” Moss winked at Nadia. “Who taught you how to throw a meal together like this?” ...
#murder
#politics
#revenge
76 reads
2 Comments
ReggiePoet
Reggie
Reggie
Poem Published
20th Jun 2020 5:31pm
20th Jun 2020 5:31pm
Seven
#BDSM
#rhyming
#revenge
45 reads
3 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
18th Jun 2020 8:44pm
18th Jun 2020 8:44pm
A Twisting of Souls (Ragan's Downfall)
IMPERIAL PALACE HOTEL
LAS VEGAS, NEVADA
Ragan pulled the second thigh-high stocking up her leg. She secured the garter snap to secure it. She looked in the mirror and adjusted the straps to her bra. She looked at her reflection in the mirror.
“No more wigs for me.” She flattened her eyebrows. Her smoky-colored eyes sparkled. “Incompetent idiots.” Tonight is the first time she felt the day belongs to her. “That bitch, it serves her right impersonating me.”
Ragan lifted a tube of lipstick and uncapped it. She outlined her lips with a deep crimson color....
LAS VEGAS, NEVADA
Ragan pulled the second thigh-high stocking up her leg. She secured the garter snap to secure it. She looked in the mirror and adjusted the straps to her bra. She looked at her reflection in the mirror.
“No more wigs for me.” She flattened her eyebrows. Her smoky-colored eyes sparkled. “Incompetent idiots.” Tonight is the first time she felt the day belongs to her. “That bitch, it serves her right impersonating me.”
Ragan lifted a tube of lipstick and uncapped it. She outlined her lips with a deep crimson color....
#murder
#politics
#revenge
70 reads
6 Comments
Viktor_Aidonis
Poem Published
6th Jun 2020 2:26am
6th Jun 2020 2:26am
Jail Time
It is one of the hottest days the country's ever seen.
Four tired men ride their horses.
A fifth one is driving a big wagon.
Slowly they ride away from my freedom.
I'm in that wagon.
I'm trying to accept that I'm no longer a free man.
Get your shit together man, I thought to myself, You are not gonna survive the week if you think like that.
-Hey officers, why didn't you lock me up in the city jail? Why are you tormenting yourselves?You slowly melt under the scorched sun, while I am in a wagon with a surprisingly cool temperature.You...
Four tired men ride their horses.
A fifth one is driving a big wagon.
Slowly they ride away from my freedom.
I'm in that wagon.
I'm trying to accept that I'm no longer a free man.
Get your shit together man, I thought to myself, You are not gonna survive the week if you think like that.
-Hey officers, why didn't you lock me up in the city jail? Why are you tormenting yourselves?You slowly melt under the scorched sun, while I am in a wagon with a surprisingly cool temperature.You...
#fate
#prison
#revenge
40 reads
4 Comments
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
5th Jun 2020 2:02pm
5th Jun 2020 2:02pm
Dark Judge
Her sex was mystical as her body moved like casting a spell
Her moans were like honey which was erotically expelled,
“Painted red nipples danced seductively across my chest
While her inner gripping wetness kept me throbbing erect,
“Our sex and reality slowly became a combined erotic treasure
Extending beyond physical comprehension of endless pleasure,
“But the sexual illusion was a planned betrayal
As I woke up the next morning bloody and beaten in a rusty cell,
“Unintelligible ancient words my captures savagely spoke ...
Her moans were like honey which was erotically expelled,
“Painted red nipples danced seductively across my chest
While her inner gripping wetness kept me throbbing erect,
“Our sex and reality slowly became a combined erotic treasure
Extending beyond physical comprehension of endless pleasure,
“But the sexual illusion was a planned betrayal
As I woke up the next morning bloody and beaten in a rusty cell,
“Unintelligible ancient words my captures savagely spoke ...
#dark
#sex
#betrayal #revenge
#betrayal #revenge
113 reads
6 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
2nd Jun 2020 3:25am
2nd Jun 2020 3:25am
Nadia/Ragan’s Twisted Liaison
#politics
#revenge
#passion
93 reads
8 Comments
valkyriekerry
Poem Published
1st Jun 2020 8:27pm
1st Jun 2020 8:27pm
His Broken Heart
His Broken Heart
Old Harlon, civil war’s lost soldier,
Recruited for another army and fell in love.
Old confederate, mystical ways,
Found on a virginial field, in death’s callous grasp.
His great prowess noted from afar,
Revered by Immortalis, antediluvian.
Ancient cult of immortals seeking,
And finding mortals on the cusp, willing to bargain.
Blood drinking cannibals, eternal,
Protection sought in exchange for immortality’s curse.
Lilith, exile of Eden, mother,
Matriarch of the Immortalis, queen...
Old Harlon, civil war’s lost soldier,
Recruited for another army and fell in love.
Old confederate, mystical ways,
Found on a virginial field, in death’s callous grasp.
His great prowess noted from afar,
Revered by Immortalis, antediluvian.
Ancient cult of immortals seeking,
And finding mortals on the cusp, willing to bargain.
Blood drinking cannibals, eternal,
Protection sought in exchange for immortality’s curse.
Lilith, exile of Eden, mother,
Matriarch of the Immortalis, queen...
#sadness
#loneliness
#heartbroken
#lies
#revenge
35 reads
0 Comments
Jonnybravo
Poem Published
1st Jun 2020 6:11am
1st Jun 2020 6:11am
Calamity Jane
I swear everyday it’s a brand new Calamity
Coke and Daniels
Just a tease on the brain to ease your pain of insanity
And if I were to say Jane
You’re the first one that I’d blame
Yes you, for all those empty bottles of Jack and Samuels
The only things of value
When the house went up in flames
You’re such a fool Calamity
Lame your claim, I can’t get far enough away
A dangerous dame with lips made of profanity
There is no safe space
But in my heart I understand your drunken rage
Your lack of gravity
That false belief...
Coke and Daniels
Just a tease on the brain to ease your pain of insanity
And if I were to say Jane
You’re the first one that I’d blame
Yes you, for all those empty bottles of Jack and Samuels
The only things of value
When the house went up in flames
You’re such a fool Calamity
Lame your claim, I can’t get far enough away
A dangerous dame with lips made of profanity
There is no safe space
But in my heart I understand your drunken rage
Your lack of gravity
That false belief...
#love
#kindness
#hate
#revenge
#morality
46 reads
2 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
29th May 2020 11:28am
29th May 2020 11:28am
Curiosity Killed The Cat
Nadia?”
“Yes, do I know you?”
Ragan peered closer. Shit. He was the same man who she encountered in Las Vegas.
What the fuck was he doing here, and in New Orleans she thought?
“I think you’ve made a mistake.”
Ragan stepped out the line and ran toward the exit door.
Sterling turned and ran after her. He grabbed her around her upper arm.
Ragan stopped, but did not turn around.
“I thought you were arrested and sitting in a jail cell, and what’s with the wig?”
“If you do not let my arm go. I will scream.” ...
“Yes, do I know you?”
Ragan peered closer. Shit. He was the same man who she encountered in Las Vegas.
What the fuck was he doing here, and in New Orleans she thought?
“I think you’ve made a mistake.”
Ragan stepped out the line and ran toward the exit door.
Sterling turned and ran after her. He grabbed her around her upper arm.
Ragan stopped, but did not turn around.
“I thought you were arrested and sitting in a jail cell, and what’s with the wig?”
“If you do not let my arm go. I will scream.” ...
#nostalgia
#revenge
#passion
97 reads
2 Comments
Underdweller
Socket
Socket
Poem Published
26th May 2020 3:06pm
26th May 2020 3:06pm
Arising
The stranger’s standing in the wasteland,
like a dream, he looks, but doesn’t see,
only feels and hears drops of rain.
But eyesight is slowly clearing up for him to see:
on the moist soil, that will soon dry again,
there are tens and hundreds digging trails.
And this stranger realizes, these are others like him,
buried alive, cast away, voiceless and alone.
Who of them have awoken, there, hidden from the sun?
Who of them will understand what has happened to them?
Who of them are still alive?
Why?
What kind of...
like a dream, he looks, but doesn’t see,
only feels and hears drops of rain.
But eyesight is slowly clearing up for him to see:
on the moist soil, that will soon dry again,
there are tens and hundreds digging trails.
And this stranger realizes, these are others like him,
buried alive, cast away, voiceless and alone.
Who of them have awoken, there, hidden from the sun?
Who of them will understand what has happened to them?
Who of them are still alive?
Why?
What kind of...
#anger
#hate
#revenge
41 reads
0 Comments
ReggiePoet
Reggie
Reggie
Poem Published
24th May 2020 3:08pm
24th May 2020 3:08pm
Fettered
#BDSM
#revenge
106 reads
3 Comments
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