Punishment Poems

Punishment poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of punishment poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on punishment are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Punishment

Punishment short poem

My father beat me that flat arc celluloid comets white and orange clattering into corners flat thwack the vengeful ball finding my belly he’d run me all around the table drowing in sweat blistering feet he’d cheer my points then

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No… My Lord…

No... My Lord... short poem

Yes My Lord I am a culprit I made a petty stealing But no one would ever believe I was a “loved” Professor My family loved me very much I was welcomed wherever I went But how on Earth I

Poems containing references to : Punishment

Love, Wisdom, And Peace

Love, Wisdom, And Peace long poem

How wonderfully great it is to be human, This phenomenal thinking godlike specie, With the potential to explore the universe Yet with intentions of being mostly sleazy. Living in a garden of land, water, and sky, A living vessel so

A Glimpse Of Hell!

A Glimpse Of Hell! long poem

Hell is a compartment inside the earth where a person’s soul goes to after they die. It’s a place of punishment for our rebellion against God Punished with everlasting destruction and shut out from the presence of the Lord And

The Apple Tree

The Apple Tree prose poem

Please allow me to introduce myself simply as The Apple Tree supposedly in the Garden of Eden. I do not know why, but for the longest time, it has been assumed that I was in the Garden of Eden. I’ve

I dig your grave

I dig your grave short poem

Against the true evil Of this land Tonight I make my stand Pitch black is this night No moon in the sky The final round of this fight Your life’s goodbye I think of what you’ve done And I’ve become

The Dangerous Paradise

The Dangerous Paradise long poem

A mythical apocalypse about life in Hell This is the crux of the matter, That the sinners will carry the cross of the master. Though it’s wonderful in hell, What has happened to Hell? is it a relaxable place? To

A Lover’s Prayer

A Lover’s Prayer short poem

Paradise is greed and Hell is a fear, Oh God! I love just because you are dear, You are hidden in beauty you are hidden in love, You are branch of olive in the nib of a dove I know

Alliterative Apocalypse

Alliterative Apocalypse prose poem

Angelic, able-bodied and adventurous amateurs aimed awkwardly at associates after attempting another assassination. Beleaguered, beaten and broken beasts barely breathing; bathed in beautiful basins. Begging became boasting beyond borders and busty brides blushed before being bought by bashful brutes. Camps

Sometimes

Sometimes long poem

Sometimes the glass in the dishwasher breaks. Sometimes the heart though unbroken aches. Sometimes the wound is not healed by time. Sometimes punishment does not fit the crime. Sometimes it’s darker even after the dawn. Sometimes the queen is beat

Money For Nothing

Money For Nothing long poem

Money for nothing, oh yes, please Give me lots of money and please don’t tease Can’t wait for my numbers to be drawn to decide my fate I’m sure a lot of you can relate I will spend it recklessly

Incomplete

Incomplete prose poem

The night was inky black The stars were out to play The wind picked up its midnight rhythm The cold raced up and down her arm She stood still and looked on At the At the gaping nothingness beyond Ears

The Shivering At Nights

The Shivering At Nights short poem

I am shivering, tossing and awake Each lonely night is like a thousand nights Is this punishment for not being with you? I cannot endure the hours Of being without my partner I dread the night, the whole night As

What’s The Point.

Whats The Point. prose poem

Why do we exist? What’s the point really? Are we here to have fun? Are we here to accomplish something? Are we here to hurt? We are dropped off on one end of a conveyor belt then chug along as

Burden

Burden short poem

My childhood is certainly the replica of God Youthful days that I spent was a gift of God The days I spent as Adult was a ritual promulgated by God The days I am spending as an old man is

From A Dot

From A Dot short poem

One final leap from high solitude into city of dusk, takes you to presence of charred remains of a fallen god. A housewife moves in the kitchen to prepare a farewell dinner for the encounter of fatal descent. A paranormal

Spotted In Glass

Spotted In Glass short poem

Perfect bridges for a fading light taking you to dark caves like fireclay in fake sorrows. The superstition of a race pool and unearthing the sacred temple under a mount of lies. In vitro a baby god sleeps waiting for

Death Of A Protest

Death Of A Protest short poem

To celebrate a beautiful sin on the green lake a sequelae starts a covetous lust of white skulls, discovering oneself was as exciting as the fondling of breast for the first time – innocent graveside, road burning stretching to throbbing

The Manifesto

The Manifesto prose poem

The discomfort of self, the sheath of truth crumbled by the church preaching ignorance and bitterness God does not look upon you with grace and love, this is what they tell you You are poisoned, grotesque, morbid, monstrous, and vile

Words Of Never Being

Words Of Never Being short poem

In unaligned loneliness, tonight, a liquefied moon will fill up my glass, and my shadow will sit beside me and we will drink the pain. Lets’s settle in twilight of stars and think not of violence of crawling and inflicting

Say What You Mean

Say What You Mean short poem

Human spirit, man of the hour; Mirror shatters, sun and showers. Picture of youth lost in a fire, Summer is gone, now is the hour. Living alone brings peace of mind; I need a piece of pie to feed my

Bound By Ceiling

Bound By Ceiling short poem

Sitting at the edge of a bubble uncooled, trying to light an eternal flame of anonymity; counter the wrangler, one skull in each hand, of ancestors, you prepare for the crime of breaking the umbilical cord. Ostracized, you forge the

A Yearning

A Yearning short poem

If hate was becoming an absolute truth and love was transcending lies where do we go now? This daily life, I was seeing the pain of troubled identity, turning into punishment of unbecoming. The hired untruths are killing the tender

Betrayal

Betrayal short poem

BETRAYAL Your Love to me brought back life to my lifeless heart But your betrayal has burnt away my Living heart Fire that you lit is gradually engulfing my heart Oh ! what a punishment you have given me for

Guilty

Guilty short poem

Committing crime has two sides Rich or poor is no exception Reasons may be plenty some may be for gain some may be out of pain greedy may escape punishment Genuine may suffer punishment suffering due to punishment fades away

Sysiphus

Sysiphus prose poem

Since Sysiphus had been driven out of Hell, as a punishment for his rebellion, and since it was written on its entrances that he is a persona non grata – since that old time, Sysiphus is still carrying up his

Falling

Falling short poem

Something impossible would happen. Truth was too much to operate, life was easy with fakes. Neither mortal pain, nor needles would mend the wounds. The chasm was deepening. And I stitch the orange lights with the kisses of green tears.

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A Soul Dies

A Soul Dies short poem

Sky overcast, moon was sad. Ashes were sent to the lake. Who killed the bird in morning rain? Ashes were sent to the lake. A hidden slaughterman did not die. Ashes were sent to the lake. The good old name

A Contrast

A Contrast short poem

Look how the sun rises and sets, Earth becomes heaven where man lives; It is man who gets and forgets; Only Allah gives and forgives. Roses bloom and nightingales sing, Rivers run, their waves fall and rise; Allah gets pleasure

Passionate Love

Passionate Love short poem

Passionate Love You have passion in my flame of passionate love That will only calm your kisses and a lovely touch No hurdle in my way can come to stop me but now You have become like a rabbit in

Where Do We Go?

Where Do We Go? short poem

Where do we go from here? faceless ones causing death, what do they hope to gain? by creating all this pain. Is the cause so great, in this head full of hate, to maim and kill a child, does this

Shakespeare And I

Shakespeare And I short poem

I was floating in ethereal sphere When I met my Shakespeare dear, He saw my downcast aspect And said with all respect; “What ails thee, my dear? Thy countenance showeth deep fear, Unburden thy heart to me That I may

Lonely Love

Lonely Love short poem

When you sit next to me, Feeling the warmth of your shoulders, I’m free. Yes,I felt your touch only for me. Did you see? It’s alright if you don’t love me. It’s alright if you don’t want me. But this

Crisis

Crisis short poem

To drill a hope in the drowned soul was very difficult, winds had blown away the talisman. Stress was palpable, you could tear the weather with empty hands. Mists had walked into the houses to pick up the burning cheeks.

Set Your Heart On Go!

Set Your Heart On Go! long poem

SET YOUR HEART ON GO and put your dreams in motion You’ve got the power don’t you know if you got the notion Believe in yourself and just let your passion flow like a river From out of the deepest

Monster In My House

Monster In My House short poem

There’s a monster in my house. I can hear it all the time, every day, Shouting, spitting and screaming. It didn’t use to be here. It just came one day, After Mum came home late And was too tired to

Zombie

Zombie ode

Entombed beneath the cold cold ground Lie remains of one who grisly drowned Flesh and bone and stench of bile Is this really his eternal domicile? Legend has it they come back To rule the night for they lack The

Conflicting Turmoil

Conflicting Turmoil short poem

Suspended sort animation, Means at odd with the end All labors notwithstanding- To prospects that do not extend. On a journey since embarked, The destination not in sight. With none there to relate to, Or identify with own plight. Questioning

No Place Like Home

No Place Like Home prose poem

If one could tour my place of birth They would notice a place where time stood still Then they would see a place of humble simplicity If one could spend one night in the house where I was born No

The Pain Fillings

The Pain Fillings short poem

The breeze fills in the vessel of wound with toxic molecules. And submerges it in the burning Ganges of fuel. The magma pumps the pain up the brain. The heart is pulped by the lava of strain. The magnet cannot

The Beauty Fades When I Am Not A Keats

The Beauty Fades When I Am Not A Keats short poem

The bygone art, a dead shrine; Thou not dead, thou live… shall live By art of carve that plays on and will it play Forever, timeless, in century’s lap The beauty, thou struck me a year back: So calm, so