Contest | Poetry | Revenge (January 2007)

[Icarus]

It is nothing short of astonishing the schemes people devise to obtain revenge. Some resort to swindle and trickery, while others go for outright approaches. We do know how endangering it could be, but what is better than sweet revenge? This month, we want you to write a poem about revenge. Can you rhyme it?

You have until January 22nd to post your submissions. Good luck!

Be reminded, revenge is a dish best served cold!

[zainab]

Nobody taught me,
How to respect myself,
Nobody cared about me,
the reason I was an orphan,
Nobody believed me,
When I said!
I wasn't guilty
How can the world blame me,
When everything are not in my hands,
How can the world blame me,
When they never taught me how to stand.

Nobody felt my pain,
So that we could cry together,
Nobody helped me,
When I was sick and fever,
Nobody loved me,
Because I was a sheet of paper,
Nobody gifted me,
Even a bird feather,
How can the world blame me,
When they assumed me as a stone,
How can the world blame me,
When my appearance to them was unknown.

Nobody pleased me,
Because I was nothing in there eye,
Nobody advised me,
How to fight for my rights,
Nobody corrected me,
When I was speaking lies,
Nobody taught me,
The difference between wrongs and rights,
How can the world blame me,
When it wasn't my fault,
How can the world blame me,
When they made me worst.

Nobody educated me,
Until I was lost,
Nobody supported me,
Until my generous was gone,
Nobody listened me,
Only by force,
Nobody followed me,
Only my heart,
How can the world blame me,
When they didn't recognized me,
How can the world blame me,
If the world ends because of me.

And even if it really does,
I don’t care,
It’s my revenge,
There is nothing so strange.

By Zainab copyright © 10 August 2006

[_zeb_]

Revenge gone wrong

Looking through the stained glass
on hollows eve
this is what I saw
right before me.

My neighbor was in my lawn
laying a prank
same as last year and before last
the same one each year so lame.

He trampled my garden
toilet paperd my trees
Put up signs that said
“dork” and “puss” in bright green letters
with ease.

After letting him so long
I finally put my foot down
I would take revenge this year
This year wouldn’t have won.

I used some grease one night
A drum of it handy to use
And spread it all over his neighbors grass with a brush
Also on his walkway and truck bed and bush.

The next thing I did didn’t think would hurt
I put up a sign in front of his door
Asking him to stop pranks or I will continue
Signed, watchful prank neighbor, youll pay.

Early that morning
I woke with a start
To find my house burning
And my bedroom door sealed tight.

I tried for the window
Desperately running toward the bed
It was jammed shut and wouldn’t budge
I had no hope of escaping.

The smoke all around me
Making me cough hard
And forcing my eyes to water
Was all getting worse.

Not a way out
I never got to know
that the grease from the prank
caught fire and burned the block down.

I guess it is glad to hear
That all survived but me
This revenge going astray
And killing me instead, a cliché
For days end.

[Toyzrock]

There is a fine line between bend and snap
The end was gruesome for the dream stealer pack
They begged and pleaded for their lives as we laughed

The tables were turned as the evil saw fear
Right at the end they shed evil tears

We walked away numb, and drove to the shop
Then gathered our things awaiting the cops

White-collar crooks that met with their ends
Not just for me, but for all of my friends

[gary_wagner]

Mystical Vengence

Down darkened hallways
I floated out of body,
vaporous apparition
seeking revenge,
glorious, satisfying revenge.

He took my wife,
he took my family,
he took my life,
now I would take his

Desperation driven research revealed
ancient mystic mysteries,
practice proved
spirit could be freed from body.

Through months of patient practice
ethereal forces properly channeled
allowed solid object manipulation.

The spirit of me hovered silently
over the object of my hatred,
the recipient of my revenge
my body left behind,
my alibi unassailable,
the perfect crime at hand.

As he slept on his stomach
I wrapped arm around his throat
he struggled but vengeful spirit,
driven by mindless hatred was powerful.
I maintained pressure until his body grew still.

His lifeless body fell,
head twisted at an unnatural angle,
rolled off the bed onto the floor
when I released my hold.

Satisfaction I sought was denied
when I looked upon the dead face
in growing shock and horror.
Were I not a spirit and had voice,
I would have cried out in agony,
“What have I done?
How could I have been so wrong?”

I float for eternity in misery
never learning what I had missed
of the dark magic I had attempted,
how I had gone astray,
how my hated nemesis still breathes,
and how my spirit choked the life
out of my own body.