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POEM STARTER

Write a poem about a curse, evil, or malintent.

An atmosphere of wickedness is a rarer theme in poetry. Have a go at creating a menacing tone in your poem.

The Curse Of Black(Tw)

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A flash of red light

Piercing screams

Mother laughing

Sirius on the floor

Me helpless, still

Watching again

A perfect good child

Knowing the pain

Having felt it myself

Me less than him

Till he left me alone

Her wrath all mine

Never good enough

Perfection required

A tiny wrong, all it took

I’m trapped, he’s free

From the curse

Of being a Black...

Beating Eyes

Faint whistles

of warring winds


CRASH

walls—

bloody,

skinned.


Shrieks

from broken hearts,

a cave carved

from darkness

and scars.





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Eyes—

ā€ƒbeating

ā€ƒā€ƒbulging

ā€ƒā€ƒā€ƒblack




Prey

pray

prayers of protection.


Panicked prisoners pry

at prison bars.


Powerless.

Paralyzed.

Petrified

of those eyes.





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Beating eyes.

ā€ƒBulging.

ā€ƒā€ƒBlack.

ā€ƒā€ƒā€ƒThirsty.




The predator:


Pale.

Punishing.

A face...

The Hold

My dearest, loveliest, and belovedest,

Do not seize me with your eyes;

The one who holds my heart

Has squeezed it too tightly.

I am cursed, bounded, and condemned

to eat of your fruit.

You have built a cage for me,

and I am restless these many nights!

You speak tenderly to ear that has heard already

and softly to heart that has been captivated;

I weep at this wicked act:

Tying the chained man up!...

The Fall and the Fine Print

In the beginning nothing was amiss,

There was only Heaven — no Hell.

Utopia, eden, infinite bliss.

Then one of the angels — he fell.


Full of malintent, leading people astray,

In their sinful ways — he’d revel.

Lust, greed and envy snuck into the day,

All due to one man — Mr Devil.


So He sent him down to a place of his own,

ā€œCorrupt these pure souls — you shan’t."

The devil in Hell, found himself...

Words Spoken Darkly

Words spoken darkly

Beneath your

Rotten breath,

A curse of some sorts

Placed upon me,

A hefty weight

Resting on my shoulders.


Crows now fly,

Hovering above me

Menacingly,

With malintent.


A feeling of dread

Lingering inside my head,

Burning a hole

Where happiness is

Supposed to reside.


You,

The one who cursed me,

All I must ask is

Why?

What evils did I

Bestow upon you

To deserve such immense

Su...

Don’t Be Wasteful

Who am I to waste our water?

I lay at the bottom of the shower

I let the scorching drops dig into my side

Wishing the skin would melt off and

Join the acid in the never fulfilled drain

The water falls and surrounds around me

Constraining me

Constantly reminding me of what has

brought me to a never ending shower

of doubt and hate.

I leave the infant in me

She questions how she grows into a wasteful...

Cursed

She built a nest

Weaved her longing in the

Walls


Round Walls


Trap her in cycle

Where she howls for a lover

Apart


With Destiny


To open her eyes

Frustrate her cursƩd samely

Nature


Always Repeating


She built a nest on a cliff

To cast those replaceable

Loves


Never Satisfied...

Burden

Burden

Holds onto you at all costs

Holding you with a cold grip

Like talons, making your sweat drip


Burden

Squeezes you tight

Like a blanket strangling you

In the deep night


Burden

Drags you deep underneath

Deep under everything

Where the air is weak


Burden

When will it ever leave?

Will it ever let go of you?

Or is this life’s feat?


Burden

Like a caw of a crow

A wicked call of sorrow

A somber...

The Cat And Goat

I’ve seen her strolling down the woodland path

No care in the world no love in her eyes

A liar she is with her family and friends

The only one who sees like I is the black cat calling me Elend


I bite my thumb till bloody and raw

She has stolen from the baker, craftsman and shopowner again

A thief she is such a wretched beast

Only the goat bleats saying indeed


The third month now in the w...

Friday The 13th

Woke up this morning

Fell straight out of bed

Sprained my ankle

And hit my head


Burnt my toast

Scolded my hand with my tea

Bloody Hell!

It's Friday the 13th


My car broke down on the way to work

My tyre went flat on a roundabout

Everyone was beeping their horns

I felt a right twerk


My stapler broke

The photocopier was jammed

My wife forgot to make my lunch

I went to the nearest Greggs...