Long Poems About Revenge
#revenge
APissPoorShaman
Ryszard
Ryszard
Poem Published
28th Jan 2025 11:48am
28th Jan 2025 11:48am
Daughter of Shadows III
Fearing creatures of the night
naming us evil
as reason to hate
but the real monsters live in the light
just look at the horror they have wrought
The murder of children born of the night
crying tears of agony
vengeance now my right
innocent lives now laying in blood
Listen all who call night our home,
I am the Daughter of Shadows and this is my tale of woe
In the beginning I hid in shadows
to escape the hand of man
but found much more hidden within the dark,
I found a home and fell in love
Night...
naming us evil
as reason to hate
but the real monsters live in the light
just look at the horror they have wrought
The murder of children born of the night
crying tears of agony
vengeance now my right
innocent lives now laying in blood
Listen all who call night our home,
I am the Daughter of Shadows and this is my tale of woe
In the beginning I hid in shadows
to escape the hand of man
but found much more hidden within the dark,
I found a home and fell in love
Night...
#anger
#love
#revenge
47 reads
2 Comments
scarlet_rabbit
Poem Published
17th Jan 2025 2:49pm
17th Jan 2025 2:49pm
Amarok
You want me to be sweet, that's how I pleased you.
Made you believe in me, that I'm your little sheep.
Your beast. Your Amarok.
Heartless to everyone else, sinking my fangs in those who disobey;
I became the pet of the true monster which was you.
But you never read what my name means.
SICK, SICK, YOU MAKE ME SICK!!
I LIED TO YOU AND FUCKED YOU, JUST TO MAKE YOU TRUST ME.
SICK, SICK, YOU MAKE ME SICK!!
I RIPPED YOUR THROAT OUT AND FRENCH-KISSED YOUR CORPSE BECAUSE THE REAL MONSTER WAS YOU.
I had to watch you break her.
Fearful...
Made you believe in me, that I'm your little sheep.
Your beast. Your Amarok.
Heartless to everyone else, sinking my fangs in those who disobey;
I became the pet of the true monster which was you.
But you never read what my name means.
SICK, SICK, YOU MAKE ME SICK!!
I LIED TO YOU AND FUCKED YOU, JUST TO MAKE YOU TRUST ME.
SICK, SICK, YOU MAKE ME SICK!!
I RIPPED YOUR THROAT OUT AND FRENCH-KISSED YOUR CORPSE BECAUSE THE REAL MONSTER WAS YOU.
I had to watch you break her.
Fearful...
#abuse
#manipulation
#revenge
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10 Comments
I_was_rare_once
RareFaction
RareFaction
Poem Published
31st Dec 2024 5:37am
31st Dec 2024 5:37am
Willow
Why not just sit and watch the willows.
Their branches weep in frozen havens below.
I aught to live like lost ones bringing the sorrows low.
Their trenches are deepened woes of satan.
The demons and specters and ghosts;
Lost souls who are broken while finding
Their pain is also their loss.
Who knows, why not just sit and watch them go?
Why not just sit and don't stop to block the blows?
The sky and the scene has lost all its gleam, leaves in the air still twirl as with care but no eyes can see them drop.
I have a few burnt...
Their branches weep in frozen havens below.
I aught to live like lost ones bringing the sorrows low.
Their trenches are deepened woes of satan.
The demons and specters and ghosts;
Lost souls who are broken while finding
Their pain is also their loss.
Who knows, why not just sit and watch them go?
Why not just sit and don't stop to block the blows?
The sky and the scene has lost all its gleam, leaves in the air still twirl as with care but no eyes can see them drop.
I have a few burnt...
#abuse
#conflict
#revenge
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Betty
Poem Published
27th Dec 2024 4:16pm
27th Dec 2024 4:16pm
In a world of Juliets, call me Lady Macbeth
I had to sub a Sophomore Lit class
when the professor was out
with COVID
And my inner literary snob
screamed a thousand
deaths when the 20-year-old zygotes
romanticized about
Romeo and Juliet.
I smiled and fluttered
my eyelashes
and smashed those
cute little bitches
who thought they
invented thought
with actual arrogance.
You see children,
Shakespeare...
when the professor was out
with COVID
And my inner literary snob
screamed a thousand
deaths when the 20-year-old zygotes
romanticized about
Romeo and Juliet.
I smiled and fluttered
my eyelashes
and smashed those
cute little bitches
who thought they
invented thought
with actual arrogance.
You see children,
Shakespeare...
#dark
#narrative
#lover
#revenge
#identity
253 reads
26 Comments
LunaDahlia
Poem Published
26th Dec 2024 12:30pm
26th Dec 2024 12:30pm
Black Widow’s Bluff
#MeToo
#murder
#revenge
37 reads
2 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
21st Dec 2024 00:18am
21st Dec 2024 00:18am
Your Luck Fatboy!
You'll never read this since you died 6 yrs ago...
But do you remember that terrible string of luck you had after I finally got away from you? Do you remember Fatboy? I know that you hated that your mother called you that - that's why you will forever be
immortalized in my writings as FATBOY. Ha! You
can't hurt me ever again!!!
You shouldn't have pissed me off! I had nothing to lose. No relationship for over a year after us for you
to fuck up for me. No more kids to have taken away.
You really put me in my place that time. Using my past ...
But do you remember that terrible string of luck you had after I finally got away from you? Do you remember Fatboy? I know that you hated that your mother called you that - that's why you will forever be
immortalized in my writings as FATBOY. Ha! You
can't hurt me ever again!!!
You shouldn't have pissed me off! I had nothing to lose. No relationship for over a year after us for you
to fuck up for me. No more kids to have taken away.
You really put me in my place that time. Using my past ...
#revenge
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
25th Nov 2024 1:42pm
25th Nov 2024 1:42pm
Tops & Tails
They gathered in a room of the hotel that served as a sort of dressing room for waitresses, who functioned essentially as entertainers. The girls weren't dressed in formal wear but in a showgirl ensemble that combined tops and tails with fishnet stockings. A few of the more imposing waitresses even wielded canes like Old Hollywood tap dancers.
Mrs Berkeley sailed into the room, all frontage and steerage. Her chest and rear were of proportions that the girls in her care could only have nightmares about. She wore her hair in the tortured bob of women her age and size. She was...
Mrs Berkeley sailed into the room, all frontage and steerage. Her chest and rear were of proportions that the girls in her care could only have nightmares about. She wore her hair in the tortured bob of women her age and size. She was...
#fiction
#revenge
#ShortStory #violence
#ShortStory #violence
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
17th Nov 2024 7:00pm
17th Nov 2024 7:00pm
Origins of Consciousness
Seems it happened long long ago, In the distant remembrances of dying stars, there was a divine race who once roamed,
their world a dieing baron forgotten dream, falling in self made destruction, fraying at the edges of itself, a civilization poised on the edge of extinction.
They looked to the heavens, searching for a way for restoration, a source to revive their beloved home, they looked to the cradle of a new beginning, to Earth.
A garden untouched, its soil rich with secrets they could harvest, its sky ripe with possibilities they could bend. ...
their world a dieing baron forgotten dream, falling in self made destruction, fraying at the edges of itself, a civilization poised on the edge of extinction.
They looked to the heavens, searching for a way for restoration, a source to revive their beloved home, they looked to the cradle of a new beginning, to Earth.
A garden untouched, its soil rich with secrets they could harvest, its sky ripe with possibilities they could bend. ...
#fiction
#God
#mythology
#revenge
#StreamOfConsciousness
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Beholder
Poem Published
11th Nov 2024 00:50am
11th Nov 2024 00:50am
Until Death Dick Them Apart
#revenge
#sex
#suffering
111 reads
6 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
11th Oct 2024 11:23am
11th Oct 2024 11:23am
When truth isn’t Truth(Rudy G)
Rudy G (When truth isn’t truth)
What anyone would do to be able to put their head onto feathers
A long day is in the books and he has a drink and a smoke
Thinks about just what he’s doing
Peddling false narratives
Just to advance his position
He’s been doing it for years and years
Through the ranks of his rise
Hard driving D A comes on the radar
Doesn’t hide in his closet that he crossdresses
But the new President is impressed
Vincenzo says
As far as I’m concerned it’s Bedtime for Bonzo
...
What anyone would do to be able to put their head onto feathers
A long day is in the books and he has a drink and a smoke
Thinks about just what he’s doing
Peddling false narratives
Just to advance his position
He’s been doing it for years and years
Through the ranks of his rise
Hard driving D A comes on the radar
Doesn’t hide in his closet that he crossdresses
But the new President is impressed
Vincenzo says
As far as I’m concerned it’s Bedtime for Bonzo
...
#denial
#greed
#racism
#revenge
#shame
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
6th Sep 2024 6:47pm
6th Sep 2024 6:47pm
Silent - Caught In The Fire - Part 2
Now, Gavin
Switching on the flame again, the bloke set the cloth alight.
'No, don't,' Jace shouts.
Taking a few steps back, the Angel of Mercy hurls the burning cloth on the floor and ball of fire leaps from one side of the room to another, narrowing missing him.
'Run,' Jace shouts.
We leg it from the main storage area, into a draughty corridor at the rear, searching for a window or for something to escape through. I don't exactly leg it, as I can barely walk, let alone run, but somehow I manage to keep going, past cement walls with...
Switching on the flame again, the bloke set the cloth alight.
'No, don't,' Jace shouts.
Taking a few steps back, the Angel of Mercy hurls the burning cloth on the floor and ball of fire leaps from one side of the room to another, narrowing missing him.
'Run,' Jace shouts.
We leg it from the main storage area, into a draughty corridor at the rear, searching for a window or for something to escape through. I don't exactly leg it, as I can barely walk, let alone run, but somehow I manage to keep going, past cement walls with...
#anger
#escape
#revenge
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
4th Sep 2024 6:49pm
4th Sep 2024 6:49pm
Silent - Caught In The Fire - Part 1
Gavin!' A voice.
A hallucination in the dark – audible, not visual. Somewhere in the distance, water trickles down a wall.
'Gavin!' The hallucination again.
'Gavin!' Desperate almost.
I hear it three times. A powerful fantasy of rescue, like a mirage in the desert. The false and cruel offer of freedom.
My name again, slightly louder.
I try to sit up, wince. The wires dig deep into my body, hurting. The voice gets closer. I hear footsteps in a corridor, running, and I try to shout out, but the gag prevents me from making...
A hallucination in the dark – audible, not visual. Somewhere in the distance, water trickles down a wall.
'Gavin!' The hallucination again.
'Gavin!' Desperate almost.
I hear it three times. A powerful fantasy of rescue, like a mirage in the desert. The false and cruel offer of freedom.
My name again, slightly louder.
I try to sit up, wince. The wires dig deep into my body, hurting. The voice gets closer. I hear footsteps in a corridor, running, and I try to shout out, but the gag prevents me from making...
#anger
#revenge
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DU Poetry : Long Poems About Revenge
