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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Let Me In

Let Me In prose poem

Knock knock knock!! He knocked the door with fear The night was not so dark not so bright The moon was hiding its face Behind the thin cloud The road was alone The wind was cold Nobody answered behind the

An Old Snap

An Old Snap short poem

There’s a big room in the house- It has many doors. Colourful lights reach my eyes, From underneath those doors: Red, then green, …blah blah blah. An old snap on the southern wall- It doesn’t pull me anymore. There’s a

Kill The Smartphone

Kill The Smartphone prose poem

Cold fingers, glowing face Head down, thumbs up Red eyes, watery and strained Our heads ache from the new emperor’s reign. There’s buzzing pockets A reminder that it’s always there and the people on the other side demand our attention

I Just Want To Be Loved

I Just Want To Be Loved long poem

The pain I feel is so intense. When I think of love I think that the river begins to settle down as faith, strength, and courage begins to echo in the sky. Like I once heard, the love you feel

Over The Wire 1968

Over The Wire 1968 long poem

There is no moon. The quite surrounds us. The sound of a footstep Floats across the wire. We hear noises when dark. Nothing to fear, need to relax. Frank want’s to know, Did I hear a noise? Knock it off

Deepavali

Deepavali short poem

DEEPAVALI( a festival of light) Brace towards the D-day Deepavali is on the Way Get ready to blast away varieties of crackers all the way Take care to shy away from crackers which burst away Lit Eye catching flower pots

Sunflowers

Sunflowers short poem

A preacher was shedding dirty tears for burning hills. Pinned up on tongue was a slogan. Death for all sunflowers. Draped in blood who was trespassing the sickle moon? I cannot raise the mist where you stand naked in sunlight.

What Is Love

What Is Love prose poem

What is love? If you had asked me a few years ago, What is love? All I could have said was, an endless torture of someone who claims to care for you yet does everything they can to tear you

Lips On Fire

Lips On Fire short poem

Sometimes the ice burns, a fish moves in your eyes. The ubiquity was at lowest level, nothing was visible in sun. Mission crawl in the crotch does not find any fever. The golden cave has caved in. Moon will find

Golden Retreat

Golden Retreat short poem

Golden beams of sunlight streaming through a bank of thunder clouds. Reflected prisms of sunlight enhancing the cloud bank in various shades of pink, blended handsomely with vibrant hues of orange and yellow. A pack of timber wolves have made

Overpowering

Overpowering short poem

Oh and after all this time I’ve known you it never did cross my mind that you could be the one for me, was it Jupiter or was it Venus that has opened the door to love now after all

False Paradise

False Paradise short poem

If time is gold, I rank among the rich, Much time I have, nobody bothers me, No school, no chores, all leisure without hitch, Untied with work, from obligations, free; Think you, that seems unwise, A life given to play;

Life

Life short poem

I come with no wrapping or pretty pink bows. I am who I am from my head to my toes. I tend to get loud when speaking my mind. Even a little crazy some of the time. I’m not a

Farewell To College Days….

Farewell To College Days.... long poem

I wonder how soon these days passed away I look back and feel it was yesterday…………………..1 When floors of this institution did I first tread I remember the nervousness that I had had……..….2 An amazing journey it has been for