Poems about curse



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№ 1208272

When will the curse rise?

I hate this feeling.
I hate that you, of all people dearest to me, have brought it upon me.
I hate never knowing if we're up or down.

I feel as if you've poisoned our relationship,
And by poisoning our relationship, you've let the poison drip through my veins
I can feel it coursing through my blood.
It's a curse that in the past, I would have thought only you could lift.
Telling me that everything was going to be fine.

But now, I'm finally seeing how much bad you've done to me.
How much bad I've done to myself.

Once I thought you were the most stable position in my life,
Always there for me to lean on.
Now I realize I can only lean on myself.
That's what love does, it chokes you.
It leaves you gasping for air.
Now and then you can get high on the loss of oxygen,
But wait too long and you'll die.


curse,  rise.

Author: Cassidy Doyle
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Date: 05/04/2020


№ 1206460

The Curse

I honestly don't know
Why I write this gibberish down.
It is of no use to society.
Still, terrible humans
(painters, poets, etc. )
Will say art is salvation for the soul.
Its all bullshit!
I don't need a poem or painting
To realize the world is shitty but beautiful
At the same time.
Leave it to an artistic schmuck
To point out the obvious.
And good humans
(Doctors, scientists, engineers, etc. )
Are not praised like they should be.
Artists and poets are a selfish lot.
They are immortalized
Because their work has "value".
Good humans simply want to make
A better future for others.
Regardless, a Picasso will sell for millions,
And yet, millions don't know who Max Planck is.
And I'm a piece of shit for writing,
But I can't stop.


curse.

Author: Michael Angelo
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Date: 03/04/2020

№ 1206424

The Curse

She said he was wealthy,
Owned several properties,
Endowed several churches
And sired seven children,
All of whom he disowned.

For her, evidence that wealth
Doesn't always trickle down.
He left it to foreign missions,
Teachers of intolerance.

Tattered black and white photo,
His eyes glare from crackled glaze,
Severe stare, pefected
Through lifelong practice,
Or simply hypocracy.

Malevolence sparked her old, blue,
Hooded eyes as she told me of his death.
He claimed he did not suffer
Because of his righteousness.

She bore her story as a curse,
Relieved to pass it on to me.
Now I pass the burden on.


curse.

Author: Tony Luxton
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Date: 03/04/2020

№ 1203127

Without Curse

The animals are―
In solid fear,
Of man.

Fauna was in distress,
Delivering the offspring―
To unnamed creator.

Earthworms were
Regrouping to start burrowing
Under the mausoleums.

Stoicism would find
A new house. The mutiny had
Collapsed in good weather.

Of winter and summer,
You know the discipline of
Winds, when birds sing.


curse.

Author: Satsih Verma
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Date: 31/03/2020


№ 1200423

Curse of asclepius

Advice for future doctors:

1. learn failure early.
You are not perfect,
And your patients need
You to be–

But you aren't and all
Those nights spent awake
Will haunt you with ghosts
Tucked in hospital gowns

2. learn empathy like it's
Your body under the scalpel,
Your skin pulled back and
Exposed under white light

Scratch at invisible scars,
Recall the feeling of metal
Against your chest, and shiver
At the touch of another

3. learn to cry anywhere,
Whether it be between
Floors in a hospital
Built like a morgue

Or in your car, going
Too fast with tired eyes
Down an empty road that
You wouldn't mind dying on


curse.

Author: serpentinium
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Date: 29/03/2020

№ 1198439

The Gradual Curse

Ups and downs
Small and dispersed
After the search
None reimbursed

Closer to All
Closer to None
Dancing at ends
That have only begun

This is adjoined in separate ways
On separate days
In different brains
And you got so close
The fluff and the flatter
The lonely majority
Staring through you
But in your desperate plight
Their pupils return to white
So below
And above
There is nothing here but love
Or would you call it Matter?
Electricity?
A thing you cannot see?

Relations are all that is
We are all that isn't
Once you evolve a mind
You don't imagine limits.


curse,  gradual.

Author: mc6lm
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Date: 27/03/2020


№ 1191744

Another Added Curse

Inside me something's screaming.
No, I'm screaming.
It's telling me I'm insane.
It's telling me to stop.
To change and act normal.
I'll try to distract myself,
But really I'm not.
It's still there.
The abnormal me is still there.
Suddenly I've found there's a word.
I'm pretty sure it fits.
I'm not sure that I'm not even more outrageous,
But just trying to make the wrong puzzle piece fit.
Wanting to continue,
But wanting it to end.
I want to live my life.
Not be buried in this made up mess.
My made up mess.
Skylar Grey says "you can't haunt me"
Well this already is.
I'd love to say I won't let you in,
I will win,
But that's not what I'm doing.
It's comfort and pain.
At least I know it's real.
That I'm not the only one.
However I'm still stuck here like this.
Would I rather be numb?
In the articles I read:
"Sometimes painfully aware. "
Yeah, it's really painful right now.
Because I know that I'm imagining,
And that's not what people do.
I've always tried to prove I'm normal.
Now it feels as if the whole world has slapped me in the face.
Repeatedly.
And this won't be the end.
They'll find more things to bother me with.
And I'm just not meant to care!
You could say this is getting interesting,
But I'm not sure what else the world could have to share;
About "me".
Well they clearly don't know anything.
That's what I hope.
It's also what I know is false.


curse.

Author: Chloe's Not An Angel
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Date: 21/03/2020

№ 1191654

A Blessing or Curse?

PERHAPS POO IS LIKE A BLESSING, PERHAPS SIMPLY A CHORE, IT INVITES YOU TO THE BATHROOM, IT WANTS TO GO EXPLORE, AND SOME SAY POO IS STRAINING HARD, AND SOME SAY TO RELAX, AND SOME SAY POO NEEDS FIBRE TO COME, AND SOME SAY JUST USE LAX


blessing,  curse.

Author: Adam S
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Date: 21/03/2020

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