Appalling Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

Appalling

Rating: 5.0


Beneath the surface of a swamp
vile serpents slither
grasping the opportunity to seize
dangling feet
of unsuspecting poets

Approaching is a darkening day
filled with the venom of degrading tongues
Ripples intensify in a mirror reflection
casting a suffocating mood that envelops
Enraged feelings retaliate
as tranquility evaporates

Horrid hostility spews forth hatred
into the cesspool of indignity
The stench multiplies
as humiliation swells

Fighting continues until obscenities
congealed in the atmosphere
Blocking out all opportunities
for redemption or survival
The frigid feelings of disgust
freeze the rays of sun

No longer are creative thoughts
able to survive
Intolerance and loathing
have triumphed…
Silent devastation has won

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Broken Peaces 15 December 2007

Well written and carries the sentiments and concerns of the majority top marks regards Chris

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Ronald Stroman 06 December 2007

Poemhunter Management sent me an e-mail stating: one vile bollywood type serpent, has had his poems deleted. this serpent was using slanderous language & rage to vent his anger, about nothing. which was un-poetic. i believe in the freedom of speech. i'm not perfect. i have actin' on occasion like a vile serpent too. i just want to write & post my poems, not intwine myself 'literally' with those other vile vicious so-called poetry writing snakes. their words/meanings/ is not poetry. there are fOOLS. watch their posts, you'll see. Your Words are an inspiration. Bollywood will not be missed. take care.

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Ben Gieske 06 December 2007

This scores a ten from me. All the battles, all the wars make me wonder how long the devastation presists. I always thought of these as there not being any winners, but you successfully point out that devastation is a winner so to speak...at least until it can be overcome or restored, if that's possible. I probably should say replaced with the new which might be the better way of thinking about redemption. Certainly things will never be the same again. Very nice work.

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Tai Chi Italy 06 December 2007

Never EVER will that happen when there are heartfelt writers like YOU around to disarm the evil that permeates from these dungheaps of humanity Theresa. They are just word abusers and will reap their just rewards in unpopularity swords, cutting their own poetic heads off (excuse the enthusiams, I am studying the French Revolution) Grinning at you, Tai

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Theresa Ann Moore

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