u/Historical_Ride3484

Next one in this line is Greed.

Taking all he needs.

Gold fell deep inside his heart, and rest feels incomplete.

Before Greed was walking this Earth, he was Called Envy.

he no longer answers that name... he's become fancy.

all this millionaire bullshit, he doesn't even get...

why waste time collecting pennies?

he collects the banks.

Not just banks though... EVERYTHING.

Everything that's worth a damn.

Good ideas, Books and Poems...

He has people in his stash.

Greed is like a little kid.

he wants all he sees,

and just like the little children he'll Pull all the Tricks.

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/1tf0v5w/sea/

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/1tf245g/mutual_orbit/

Last but not the least of seven deadly sins, he takes more than needs, thinking,
"So what if I don't stop at needs?"

People think he's weak, submitting to desires, really it's partly a reason people have some desires.

It's not even all that bad, it offers quite a lot: a full belly, wallet, garage. No wonder he's popular....

A side note while I'm here,

Gluttony is like a casket, dark, shallow and suffocating, like running in darkness.

And the people poisoned by it are the ones that enter darkness...

It likes stripping people from their souls like taking toys apart.

Just like toys, we don't resist, while it takes our world apart.

Why it does this?
What's it getting?

Gluttony gets to have fun!

In it's realm there are no games, or players, so... that's that...

We don't treat it fairly either, we call him a pig,

But really it has realized every single dream...

"EVERYTHING IS NOTHING"

See? What a simple thing,

"How dare you give us what we want until we're incomplete!"

RIGHT. BECAUSE IT'S GLUTTONY'S FAULT PEOPLE DON'T KNOW WHAT THEY WANT.

In the end though that's what makes sir gluttony a 1 of 7.

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/1tf1ey1/what_i_am_to_me/

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/1tf205g/the_brickey_and_the_musician/

Also truly Dangerous, Something between pride and greed.

envy is the birth of reason for which these two sins exist.

envy is a stupid man's sin, so easy to hurt.

just grab something he doesn't have and watch him tear his flesh.

"hey what's up?" he'll ask you, hoping nothing good happens.

Because if it's bad for you, then he will find his happiness.

although if it's good for you, Guess what happens then?

Stuck inside this Loop of hatred, unable to rest.

Furious and full of Pain, suffering and weakness,

He can't even figure out if he's head is straight!

Truly it's a stupid sin to have as a companion,

why would any smart man choose to have this weakness?

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/1tf6rta/no_title/

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/1tf3tig/self_defined/

To the people that read some of my poems about the Deadly sins: i have finished working on all the Sins AND i have written a Piece with all 7 of them together, now it ended up pretty long so i understand if some won't even read it completely. But to those who Do read it completely i want to say thank you in advance and i hope you enjoy it even though the rhymes escaped my every here and there. i will be posting them seperately so i would aprecciate it very much if you read a poem dedicated to each individual sin before you jump into the one with all of them together.

I will be Posting These within the Next 15 Hours, i am unable to provide exact time do to my Job.

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/1tepn03/what_are_we/

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/1teal4v/to_my_dog_now_gone/

DISCLAIMER: A few lines and moods here were inspired by things that stayed with me — echoes of Kafka, fragments of Rust Cohle, and thoughts I carried around long enough that they became my own. The rest grew somewhere in between.

If I was a plant, I'd only want to be planted in your garden.
If I was a tree, I'd want you to stop in my shadow on your way.
If I was a drop of rain, I'd only want to fall on your head.
When you cried, I'd wash away your tears.

If I was the wind, I'd only want to carry your bad thoughts away.
If I was moonlight, I'd want you to voice your sorrows
through my dark nights.

If I was darkness, you would be the light.
But if I was light, you still wouldn't be darkness.

If I was a beast, you would be my beauty—
or at least I'd want you to be.

If millions loved you, I was one of them.
If only one loved you, it was me.
But if no one loved you,
then you know I have died.

When I leave your side,
I feel like I'm in someone's memory of a town.
The memory is fading,
and so is joy,
slowly evaporating from my life.

My heart doesn't beat the same when I look at you.
I think you know this,
but I love you.

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/1te8uat/uncontained/

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/1tebezf/workweek/

Emptiness within the soul,

Caused by none and all,

No Desire,

No Impulse,

Nothing worth to fight for.

Sloth isn't to Bargain with,

Sloth will not accept bribes.

Not Because it can't , it won't.

You can't force it to perform.

Minds plagued by sloth are drifting,

Floating, slow, relaxed.

and yet if you asked them to....

they might not even try.

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/1t6qgjm/happy_birthday_to_you/

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/1t6dqc0/the_unmournful_sea/

Most destructive sin. Don’t be fooled, it isn’t wrath.
Wrath will burn its own existence. Lust destroys all others.

Met a woman once. Her eyes blazed like sun.
Her smile was just as bright as the day I came to life.
Left some friends she didn’t like. Became someone I don’t like.
My whole world is upside down. I can’t tell why I seem to love it.

Like magician pulling rabbits, she has got me by my ears.
I betrayed my own self, so she knows she’s got nothing to fear.

You see, just how goddamn quickly humans fall for lust?
Beauty will destroy your world and you won’t even run.

This is why the sin of lust is deadlier than wrath.
Because wrath you can avoid, but lust? you’ll run for her.

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/1t5jsc3/some_love_just_doesnt_translate/

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/1t6qgjm/happy_birthday_to_you/

Wanna burn the world? he asked me by his eyes.
All I see since then is a flashing image in my mind.
There was something truly scary, hidden deep beneath his eyes.
I felt chills run down my spine and my memories came back.

This was not the first time I had seen his mask, but this time I saw beneath his eyes, and now I feel like dying.
Hate and love for hate, that is all I saw.
When he said “I’ll burn it all” and picked the torch up.

The horror and the fear I thought I had known, now I know how stupid I was, how much I didn’t know.
A spark of hatred, burning, blazing, right behind his eyes.
Nothing but sheer malevolence was inside his heart.

Was he broken or realized? I don’t think he cares.
He could burn the whole world down and never change a shade

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/1t74gbn/haunting/

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/1t7blva/lucid_dreams/

To be better.

Virtue?
Think before you speak.

There is nothing virtuous about the need to beat,

to be better? Don’t make me laugh.
You just want to feel the desperation of the weaker, slower, dumber pricks.
It’s not you you’re trying to best, it’s everyone else.

"Step to me and find out why they call me best".

That right there, that’s your motive. That’s your lullaby. What you live for, what you breathe for.
Why you can’t just drop and die.
You can lie and you can hide, but you’ll never find your “why?”

All will crumble with your touch. Even death takes off his hat.
I bet you are so proud of you, stopping people in their tracks.
I bet you won’t smile after you’ve someone your match.

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/1t7avnh/the_way_you_return/

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/1t7blva/lucid_dreams/

Not friends but not Lovers.

That's us, you and I.

We have the thing that binds reality, a thing unbound by time..

We're here, Not because i don't love you,

But because i want you to be happy.

Not the lovers,

Not just friends,

Nothing more but,

Nothing Less...

Something Bound by Nothing less

Than the purest form of Love itself..

I want you to hold my hand,

All the while you're in my arms,

While we lie and watch the sunset

Reflecting in each others eyes.

Maybe Lovers?

More than friends?

More than words that i can find?

All i know is that This thing is way too great

To Bind with Time.

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/1t317oc/absence_of_sunshine/
https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/1t2weii/maybe_im_the_storm/

I spoke of something stuck between
reality and imagination,

I spoke of it in a way that respected that balance—
somewhere between real and unreal,
between truth and pain,

Basically, I put a blindfold over your eyes
and shined a light at it.

Not the truth, but not to hurt you.
Not something that doesn’t exist, it does…
in my imagination.

I threw sand into your eyes,
not to blind you, but to save you
from gazing into hell.

To make sure I wouldn’t hurt you,
to save you, is what I told myself…
but I know now, I was saving myself, not you…

But I was saving you… by my fantasy.

I told no lies but no truths,
I told fantasies but no curse.
I fear the moment you see through
the fiery blaze of the truth.

I gave you sun without the rain,
I gave you heart but not the veins.
But I wrapped it in such a way
it was hurtful to not gaze.

And so you did, you gazed at it,
and you thought it could be made,
’til you held it far too long
and realized that it was too fake…

You’ve been burned by blazing fire,
you’ve been woken from the trance,
saw you shed a tear for a liar…
and my heart broke all the way.

No fantasies without the curse,
as no shadows without shade,
now you doubt truth be a liar,
and the wind blows all the same…

[https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/1t3ehjq/the\_wolf\_and\_the\_lamb/]

[https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/1t38m0x/carry\_me\_forward/]

a friend's a man that wants you dead

only after he is gone.

a friend's a man that wants you gone

only if it's saving you.

friend's someone that shines a light

at your dark and broken life.

friend's someone that holds your hand

even when it's cold and wet.

friend's someone that heals your heart

even when it's broke and sad.

Friend's a man that makes you

rise from hell, and takes you to the sky.....

a man that sits and listens.

a man that weeps in regret,

for all the one's that could know you

but never stopped to witness.

one's that left you...

one's that hurt you..

one's still here but..

not for long.

he dug all the graves the day they left

and you got hurt.

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/1smxsjj/forbidden_fruit/ https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/1se4zvs/petrichor/