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Brando
Poem Published
29th Oct 2019 9:43am
29th Oct 2019 9:43am
Orange Gears of Heresy.
She looked like a famous worker I knew, one that made long speeches. She was going crazy and ripping the place apart, telling me every dirty little secret. It was a mad dash for the finish line. We were upon that man’s death.
He was holding in his right hand that big leather case with the papers that felt like bricks and he decided that he didn’t need any of it. He was just going to go.
The floorboards creaked and smashed and rose up when he hit them. He was going.
He turned around and all of his blood reversed.
He was holding in his right hand that big leather case with the papers that felt like bricks and he decided that he didn’t need any of it. He was just going to go.
The floorboards creaked and smashed and rose up when he hit them. He was going.
He turned around and all of his blood reversed.
#tragedy
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Brando
Poem Published
29th Oct 2019 9:50am
29th Oct 2019 9:50am
Sinful Awakenings.
The day’s end was in behind the house. Dust scattered and whispered tortures of hell’s legwork.
#tragedy
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Joshuaberry
Ancestor
Ancestor
Poem Published
16th Nov 2019 3:18pm
16th Nov 2019 3:18pm
Jove's Jumpy Jets
purpl'd eyes heaven
with tongue cloven
met mystic malady
embroidered ensconced epilepsy
dripping damped desires
jittery earth admires
saline liquid loitering
deflowered dusts damping
scrunched sans spooky
moistened mists melt
Jove's jumpy jets
twain trailed crest
dull disease dances
later lost traces
19:11:16:11:56
with tongue cloven
met mystic malady
embroidered ensconced epilepsy
dripping damped desires
jittery earth admires
saline liquid loitering
deflowered dusts damping
scrunched sans spooky
moistened mists melt
Jove's jumpy jets
twain trailed crest
dull disease dances
later lost traces
19:11:16:11:56
#sun
#universe
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Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
5th Sep 2017 11:21pm
5th Sep 2017 11:21pm
RECKLESS
When eternity is out of reach
Washed away by waves of the beach
And you feel in your aching bones
And hear it in earthly tones
That you’ve lost your only chance
To have that wedding dance
With Jesus in heaven
Having lost your Lucky Seven
Your heart has no other choice
You lose your way and voice
And you step into the world of a reckless sinner
Destined to lose and not be a winner.
As much as one misses God and turn to Him
The light of the soul grows awfully dim
Cast into darkness, one sits in silence
As...
Washed away by waves of the beach
And you feel in your aching bones
And hear it in earthly tones
That you’ve lost your only chance
To have that wedding dance
With Jesus in heaven
Having lost your Lucky Seven
Your heart has no other choice
You lose your way and voice
And you step into the world of a reckless sinner
Destined to lose and not be a winner.
As much as one misses God and turn to Him
The light of the soul grows awfully dim
Cast into darkness, one sits in silence
As...
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6 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2019 5:14am
3rd Feb 2019 5:14am
8. Annotated Peoples Make Connections: if they walked around in love/for love/by love with SFX labels to their chests
My feet feel gravity un-gilled. They shuffle
how an airplane lands at night. The towers
hiccuping bubbles like they just had a habanero
telling us which way is up and which way
to burn in inkwater. Here a padded slope
with the headlights of trench fish, bifarious
and lighting the turning down, down, down.
Rows a hushed sway of seaweed heads.
How to show the fish a mirror since they live in one?
Cameron, you couldn’t have imagined the abyss better.
Cut lights, action in seats. We don’t
need a crowd, just the silver screen and the...
how an airplane lands at night. The towers
hiccuping bubbles like they just had a habanero
telling us which way is up and which way
to burn in inkwater. Here a padded slope
with the headlights of trench fish, bifarious
and lighting the turning down, down, down.
Rows a hushed sway of seaweed heads.
How to show the fish a mirror since they live in one?
Cameron, you couldn’t have imagined the abyss better.
Cut lights, action in seats. We don’t
need a crowd, just the silver screen and the...
#dark
#funny
#monsters #dating
#monsters #dating
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Joshuaberry
Ancestor
Ancestor
Poem Published
19th Oct 2019 11:14am
19th Oct 2019 11:14am
Hakenkreuz Hags
(my first Horror poem)
*Hakenkreuz Hags*
celibate cauldron awaiting lechery
eager flames taunting the big pot
succumbing woods severing their sanity
enclosure of trio cornerstones sans flaws
drifting wind tarried draped in its aroma, away carried
trio Hags before a nagging cave
trickled steps as they sang and raved
round the big pot, invoking the craved
straying shavers sans dread
blew their joy, tossing heads
till fate bought them to sell
blown joy met severed zeal
trio Hags baked trio kids. ...
*Hakenkreuz Hags*
celibate cauldron awaiting lechery
eager flames taunting the big pot
succumbing woods severing their sanity
enclosure of trio cornerstones sans flaws
drifting wind tarried draped in its aroma, away carried
trio Hags before a nagging cave
trickled steps as they sang and raved
round the big pot, invoking the craved
straying shavers sans dread
blew their joy, tossing heads
till fate bought them to sell
blown joy met severed zeal
trio Hags baked trio kids. ...
#witches
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EdibleWords
Poem Published
10th Nov 2019 6:11pm
10th Nov 2019 6:11pm
Overinvested
One spends themselves into their children
but at what expense?
At what point is investment
chasing after bad value?
Burning questions set my mind to flames.
Optimism has a dark side.
Always speaking through shut doors,
as though the truth
would keep hearts open.
Is it a sin to never assume the worst?
Yet a worse thing than I ever suspected
befell us.
Pray we're never found
beneath old floorboards.
Some things on our
horizon a mystery so black
So fearsome
we...
but at what expense?
At what point is investment
chasing after bad value?
Burning questions set my mind to flames.
Optimism has a dark side.
Always speaking through shut doors,
as though the truth
would keep hearts open.
Is it a sin to never assume the worst?
Yet a worse thing than I ever suspected
befell us.
Pray we're never found
beneath old floorboards.
Some things on our
horizon a mystery so black
So fearsome
we...
#motherhood
#fatherhood
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Lothbrok
Poem Published
13th Nov 2019 8:17pm
13th Nov 2019 8:17pm
The Sinful King
I use to feel death would set me free
But there's nothing about death that's free
Even in hell they capitalize on it,
Charon the uber driver has a fee
Luckily for me I always have my two cents...
I'm alone in this hell I'm in
Trapped
beneath the heavy words
And your flat emotion again
Stolen,
your Grace is from the Angels it seems
And I the
Fiend,
As always I with the charisma of a king
A God may have his enemies
but even so
He cannot find the strength
to help you out...
But somberly I sit...
But there's nothing about death that's free
Even in hell they capitalize on it,
Charon the uber driver has a fee
Luckily for me I always have my two cents...
I'm alone in this hell I'm in
Trapped
beneath the heavy words
And your flat emotion again
Stolen,
your Grace is from the Angels it seems
And I the
Fiend,
As always I with the charisma of a king
A God may have his enemies
but even so
He cannot find the strength
to help you out...
But somberly I sit...
#WritersBlock
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diddi
Poem Published
30th Oct 2019 7:53pm
30th Oct 2019 7:53pm
Out Numbered
Roman numerals
flash
in the violet sky
a giant hand tocks
every notch
across spent time
each cradle that rocked
has now stopped
against the scythe
sinue on bone rots
blood pool clots
through a deceased mind.
Iron railings
all rusted
and wrought
drag across the ground
tired wailing
guttural , gutted
throat repulsive
snags an undead
sound.
Maxilla detach
as teeth gnash
to a lipless gape
maggots unlatch
hatching fast
to a buzzing...
flash
in the violet sky
a giant hand tocks
every notch
across spent time
each cradle that rocked
has now stopped
against the scythe
sinue on bone rots
blood pool clots
through a deceased mind.
Iron railings
all rusted
and wrought
drag across the ground
tired wailing
guttural , gutted
throat repulsive
snags an undead
sound.
Maxilla detach
as teeth gnash
to a lipless gape
maggots unlatch
hatching fast
to a buzzing...
#Halloween
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Brando
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2019 2:19pm
3rd Nov 2019 2:19pm
Revelations
The leviathan and the dragon are my sides.
They are organs.
Esophageal and real.
A proclamation of myself on her mountain.
The rivers run, the tide shifts, she spills into the pores of our Union.
Records of her days on the city walls.
Whispers of her by strange foes.
Nesting time has come.
Join me in the blankets and throes of Hell.
She is my confession in the zero hour of capture.
They are organs.
Esophageal and real.
A proclamation of myself on her mountain.
The rivers run, the tide shifts, she spills into the pores of our Union.
Records of her days on the city walls.
Whispers of her by strange foes.
Nesting time has come.
Join me in the blankets and throes of Hell.
She is my confession in the zero hour of capture.
#apocalypse
#despair
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poetryaccident
Poem Published
9th Nov 2019 6:16pm
9th Nov 2019 6:16pm
Shed a Tear
Shed a tear for the deceased
put to rest six feet deep
now the attempts are put aside
to truly live against the tide
this empty shroud of could have been
still the shell walks the earth
a husk pretending to be whole
even though the best is gone
while the others dance on graves
exclaiming perversion has been laid
put to ground as dogma states
is the way of holy grace
sharp ridicule filled with disgust
in this world that few may trust
celebrates the hollow victory
the walking dead in mimicry.
...
put to rest six feet deep
now the attempts are put aside
to truly live against the tide
this empty shroud of could have been
still the shell walks the earth
a husk pretending to be whole
even though the best is gone
while the others dance on graves
exclaiming perversion has been laid
put to ground as dogma states
is the way of holy grace
sharp ridicule filled with disgust
in this world that few may trust
celebrates the hollow victory
the walking dead in mimicry.
...
#LGBT
#transgender
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Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2017 2:25am
22nd Sep 2017 2:25am
PRISON CELL
Here I am sitting in my prison cell
No one notices; no one can tell
My body in physical form is free
But my immortal soul-the real me
Is chained and locked away
A smile I carry day after day
But a heaviness I carry deep in the soul
Where no one can see...no one knows.
The knowledge that I may have fallen from grace
Living my younger days in total disgrace
Wearying the Lord and making Him cry
Taking for granted that for me He died
It cost me nothing and He asked for nothing in return
But doing the right thing I didn't...
No one notices; no one can tell
My body in physical form is free
But my immortal soul-the real me
Is chained and locked away
A smile I carry day after day
But a heaviness I carry deep in the soul
Where no one can see...no one knows.
The knowledge that I may have fallen from grace
Living my younger days in total disgrace
Wearying the Lord and making Him cry
Taking for granted that for me He died
It cost me nothing and He asked for nothing in return
But doing the right thing I didn't...
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