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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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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 discern. ...
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 discern. ...
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jenny_is_hungry
Poem Published
19th Oct 2017 4:18pm
19th Oct 2017 4:18pm
Don’t Make Me Avenge Thee
Hold it back
That tidal wave
You can’t control
What makes him stave
Off the evil
That threatens peace
When where you come from
Stinks of death and grease
NO! You cant control
The situation this time
You can't protect him
It’s not your line
Not your men
And not your war
For tomorrow will reveal
The fate in store
You know he is sharp
Just let it go
The training and his strength
Will swiftly borough
But know this
If he is to perish
You will be there
To wreck and ruin
Lose...
That tidal wave
You can’t control
What makes him stave
Off the evil
That threatens peace
When where you come from
Stinks of death and grease
NO! You cant control
The situation this time
You can't protect him
It’s not your line
Not your men
And not your war
For tomorrow will reveal
The fate in store
You know he is sharp
Just let it go
The training and his strength
Will swiftly borough
But know this
If he is to perish
You will be there
To wreck and ruin
Lose...
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MarcosLucas
Poem Published
28th Sep 2017 00:19am
28th Sep 2017 00:19am
Awaken in the deep
Honk goes the cargo ship,
It bursts so loud I jump inside,
My ears bleed of pain,
My fear oozes out of my skin.
The sailors are ROS(hip)L
The captain in his cabin.
A thrust, a pull, a loud honk.
We are off into the deep.
Let reality awaken us,
into a dream of the deep,
into a sleep of the dead.
Let the sound drown me out.
Let it awaken me in the deep.
It bursts so loud I jump inside,
My ears bleed of pain,
My fear oozes out of my skin.
The sailors are ROS(hip)L
The captain in his cabin.
A thrust, a pull, a loud honk.
We are off into the deep.
Let reality awaken us,
into a dream of the deep,
into a sleep of the dead.
Let the sound drown me out.
Let it awaken me in the deep.
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SaloKaviar
Scat.
Scat.
Poem Published
17th Oct 2017 12:20pm
17th Oct 2017 12:20pm
Look to the sky.
The hanging rocks are falling,
into the fields below.
White devil eyes.
No tears without a smile.
Don't run to the trees - cause
your daughter is on her knees.
Slow murder, slow murder child.
Temptation in disguise.
Blood red roses and a sullen heart.
Now the bombs are falling...
Look to the sky.
into the fields below.
White devil eyes.
No tears without a smile.
Don't run to the trees - cause
your daughter is on her knees.
Slow murder, slow murder child.
Temptation in disguise.
Blood red roses and a sullen heart.
Now the bombs are falling...
Look to the sky.
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cloventongue89
Poem Published
20th Oct 2017 7:05pm
20th Oct 2017 7:05pm
Vampires Lament
Spectacle scars and wrecked imagination
Mind given over to a dark infatuation
With no escape you embrace your isolation
Appetite to suffice the crave of your arts insatiation
Indulge yourself the gratification of your demon
Plant a seed in mind more intimate but your body will reject the semon
Bearing the devils spawn, you place a limitation on
The idea that monsters fall subject to the will of what you refuse
You celebrate the darkness but you don't really know your muse
Speak beauty in the ugly but only for what we do with the aftermath of...
Mind given over to a dark infatuation
With no escape you embrace your isolation
Appetite to suffice the crave of your arts insatiation
Indulge yourself the gratification of your demon
Plant a seed in mind more intimate but your body will reject the semon
Bearing the devils spawn, you place a limitation on
The idea that monsters fall subject to the will of what you refuse
You celebrate the darkness but you don't really know your muse
Speak beauty in the ugly but only for what we do with the aftermath of...
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Vandel_Viaclovsky
Van
Van
Poem Published
13th Mar 2017 11:15pm
13th Mar 2017 11:15pm
untitled (collapsing atop the sad and broad glen)
i.
As bleak and murdersome crows
serve no mortal beauty nor
in tones of black assume
to beg pardon of the rose
nor in the obscuring dark
let pity's bones lay hushful and tenderly
so i am out of place
i am at a place out of place and with baleful heart
a space of no gardenias also nor honeysuckle
for brogue soles
deathly have trampled those under.
ii.
, collapsing atop the sad and broad glen
i shave my head to immersion ...
As bleak and murdersome crows
serve no mortal beauty nor
in tones of black assume
to beg pardon of the rose
nor in the obscuring dark
let pity's bones lay hushful and tenderly
so i am out of place
i am at a place out of place and with baleful heart
a space of no gardenias also nor honeysuckle
for brogue soles
deathly have trampled those under.
ii.
, collapsing atop the sad and broad glen
i shave my head to immersion ...
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frightjimmy
Poem Published
18th Oct 2017 6:45pm
18th Oct 2017 6:45pm
Claire's Calavera
The morning of her thirty-first,
Arising from her cozy bed
Just like a corpse back from the dead,
The birthday girl looked out and cursed.
Unlike the day before, the sun
Today was hidden in the clouds
Like faces under funeral shrouds,
Beshadowing her morning run.
No matter, she still had to train.
Determined to stay strong and fit,
She wouldn't laze around and sit
But rather chose to run in rain.
She saw something that spurred her on
While jogging through the wooded park,
A hooded figure, tall and stark,
Pursuing her:...
Arising from her cozy bed
Just like a corpse back from the dead,
The birthday girl looked out and cursed.
Unlike the day before, the sun
Today was hidden in the clouds
Like faces under funeral shrouds,
Beshadowing her morning run.
No matter, she still had to train.
Determined to stay strong and fit,
She wouldn't laze around and sit
But rather chose to run in rain.
She saw something that spurred her on
While jogging through the wooded park,
A hooded figure, tall and stark,
Pursuing her:...
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marilyncheats101
Poem Published
19th Oct 2017 9:17pm
19th Oct 2017 9:17pm
Granny With One Leg
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Canullia
CNQT
CNQT
Poem Published
13th Sep 2017 8:20am
13th Sep 2017 8:20am
Damp Revamp
Dreading change and fearing the unseen
is what marks the future with its bleakness
Afflicted with hesitation and wasting of time
one realizes it takes more running to stay in place.
Morbid with people’s expectations we
cringe as we fear their remarks and disappointed looks.
Posthumous are our good deeds and values
when it comes to gratitude from so called friends
Rejected from our closest circles
we stand alone wondering what comes next.
Effervescent with the desire to fight
we find the strength to keep going.
Veracious is a trait...
is what marks the future with its bleakness
Afflicted with hesitation and wasting of time
one realizes it takes more running to stay in place.
Morbid with people’s expectations we
cringe as we fear their remarks and disappointed looks.
Posthumous are our good deeds and values
when it comes to gratitude from so called friends
Rejected from our closest circles
we stand alone wondering what comes next.
Effervescent with the desire to fight
we find the strength to keep going.
Veracious is a trait...
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Lookawaynow
Rose
Rose
Poem Published
20th Oct 2017 9:05am
20th Oct 2017 9:05am
Tappity tap
Wintery wind
withered branches
Casting moonlight
Spectral shadows
Behind the curtains
Tappity tapping
Knockity knocking
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Xhrinic
Poem Published
20th Oct 2017 5:29pm
20th Oct 2017 5:29pm
Another notch
goodbyes are never easy
to first lovers
even though,
this one is just a bag of pills
my next suicide attempt
she wasn't very good
i never really wanted her
or i would have sliced
my neck, closer to the woods
where only the trees
could bear witness
to young tragedies
instead of passing cars
and those on foot
i thought
surely this was love
maybe it was just
romanticizing of
suicide
my sweet lady
I still smell traces
of her hospital stay
see the fade to black
as she waited ...
to first lovers
even though,
this one is just a bag of pills
my next suicide attempt
she wasn't very good
i never really wanted her
or i would have sliced
my neck, closer to the woods
where only the trees
could bear witness
to young tragedies
instead of passing cars
and those on foot
i thought
surely this was love
maybe it was just
romanticizing of
suicide
my sweet lady
I still smell traces
of her hospital stay
see the fade to black
as she waited ...
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