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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Pygmalion

Pygmalion prose poem

Here she gathers her flying hair into rocky curls. Her eyes blow away; fire, soil and air. Her heart bangs drop down, one by one, on the road. Her eyelashes melt into wax covering caves floors. Her stony dress waves

The Seeds

The Seeds ode

My prayers are not prayers And my penance is not penance, Remarkable, the patience you show, Admirably greater than mine, I assure; Incomparable, thy dedication, thou Dried and dried under the hot sun, With no food nor drink, continuing endure,

Bruised Within

Bruised Within short poem

Her face used to have a happy smile, but now it has a vacant stare New years are a time for celebration, but for her it was a humiliation. She became a toy in the hands of revellers, who felt

To Be Lost

To Be Lost ballad

To be lost in a world of crying confusion; bewilderment, fear and drug induced delusion. The world around you just comes and goes, drifting through fog and dense falling snow. Every beat of your heart sends a dizzying pulse of

Madness

Madness short poem

Last year vanished New year ushered while Sun continue to shine Moon as usual on and off seen Shivering Cold continue hide and seek Sweating Hot continue to rise Expectantly unpredictable rain Prices continue to rise to the skies Un

Darkness At Noon

Darkness At Noon short poem

Tousling the opulence was not modesty. Who will adore the clan? I am not yet ‘me’, the refuge of elevated moon. The heat and dust of nascent money was burning like a loud prayer in dark sun. Perfection tends to

Sunday Morning

Sunday Morning short poem

God is waiting condensed within the church for the mosaic of belief to arrive. a mile away the minister is loosely holding the steering wheel of his aged sedan stunned by visions of dazzling supermarket aisles barking abundance and glittering

Loneliness

Loneliness short poem

Sitting alone Just sitting and thinking Simply deciding But never confiding A rise in emotion But no sound No motion Sitting quietly Hoping and praying Simply tapping Then suddenly snapping At nothing and no-one And now it’s too late What’s

I Stand Here Alone

I Stand Here Alone long poem

I stand here alone. Afraid. Why did you ever lie to me? Dragging me further and further down with this temporary love, You had me paralysed, mesmerised with your very essence. Why couldn’t I break free..? Weak, so weak I

A Sip of Life

A Sip of Life short poem

Why do we perceive life the way we do? As if a journey loaded with obstacles, As if a mystery impossible to construe, As if souls stranded with brutal girdles! Failing to realize it’s not as complex as it seems,

Red Hot Lover

Red Hot Lover long poem

Oh only in my wildest dreams Did I ever dream of someone as Hot as you, only in my dreams has Anyone ever made me so wet and Feel so damn good, little did I know Yesterday the dream would

Boyce Brandon Harris ™

Boyce Brandon Harris ™ elegy

April 9th 1929, my father gasped his first breath of air Head populated with black curly locks No pediatrician at his home birth, when he uttered that initial blare Nor preschool instructors extant to teach him building blocks Inherent in

The Cock Crows

The Cock Crows short poem

Inspired by your love, I would crave to find the burning bush; The rock that Moses stood on, covered by your hand. And in that silent Holy bush, I kneel and make my stand That I will love you all

Her love for Africa.

Her love for Africa. long poem

Her Love for Africa! A sun rises in the morning because a new day has begun, And in that day much is expected to achieve. From every field worked on, a harvest is expected. Likewise for each day we live