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serenitythepeacful
cliche
Lost Thinker
United States
Joined 14th Oct 2012
Forum Posts: 4

Poetry Contest

anything you believe, write about

poet Anonymous

Nothing more true than this

There is nothing better
Than self-belief
It is an empowering feeling
Pushing me towards the end
Faced many challenges
And the doubt has grown inside
It is something forever there
I've been beaten
Broken
But i've come out alive
Still fighting
And fighting
I am not afraid
Of fading away
For I would rather die
Than admit defeat
It is not an option
Fighting forever
My virtues of self-belief
Fear has always lingered
Something I must overcome
But without fear
There is no courage
conceive the idea
believe in myself
achieve my goal.
My self belief
Ha sbeen pushed
To it's furthest extent
But that burning conviction
Deep inside of me
Cannot be taken away
It is forever mine
Many have tried before you
To destroy my self belief
And like them all
You have fallen
Succumbed to the power
Of self-respect
Of honour and integrity
Of pride and confidence
The ultimate weapon
My self-belief.
conceive
BELIEVE
achieve.
I will fight on
Until the day I die
I will never quit
Taking my vow
I will never break.
Mind, body and spirit
The Warrior's three virtues
His code, decreed.

misscellany
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Twisted Dreamer
United Kingdom 1awards
Joined 25th Nov 2012
Forum Posts: 92

what do you believe in]

diseases thrive, their hosts
do not survive
we were sent to multiply
and rule the earth
from birth we try to suck our mother dry
we lack the third eye
we don't give anything back
when we die

poet Anonymous

Whore lover

your kisses and her neck
your fingers in her cunt
your pekker in for a peck
romance? Your fucking blunt!

You whore lover!
Filth!
Your face needs a cover,
you shameless motherfucker!

Love is a fuck!?
Well, fuck you!
Your morality, all shades of blue!
A quick suck?
You shameless piece of shit!

*I believe in morality, romance, respect and prostitution drives child abuse, slavery and woman abuse....

clio13
Thought Provoker
United States 2awards
Joined 30th Aug 2012
Forum Posts: 86

Titleless

Art that means more than it rhymes
and means more than the artists'
mind,
threads flesh of its own is immortal wine.

cryingeyes
Lost Thinker
United States
Joined 28th Nov 2012
Forum Posts: 10

The most wonderful creation in this world is us
God creat us accordance to his own image
he loves us more than you love him
He is the savior of this world
he willing to gives us life eternal
but accept him as your Lord and savior
is the base of his gratitude.

the Lord is our father.  

poet Anonymous

"dark goddesses"
Hear me dear children,
Come into the shade,
I am destruction and change,
Mankinds plans ive already laid,
You know me so well,
Be not afraid,
I hear your cries of injustice,
Which i avenge with my blade,
Broken we are strong,
Complete and together,
There is no pain or trial we cant wether,
Hear me, dear children,
Come dance with me,
My dark passions and indulgence will set you free,
Sex, sin, darkness, and death,
Ill take your essance, your very breath.

FacePaint
Steven D
Thought Provoker
United States 8awards
Joined 28th Nov 2012
Forum Posts: 98

Once upon a long, lost day,
 
I wandered from my streets.
 
I set out to find my way,
 
Away from this deceit.
 
As I walked across the land,
 
I came across a tree.
 
A door I found, shaped like a hand,
 
That opened up to me.
 
I walked in to have a glance,
 
What I found was a twist.
 
I thought I'd fallen to a trance,
 
Like I did not exist.
 
As I searched I saw a light,
 
A vague shine up ahead.
 
It caused my thoughts to ignite,
 
And filled me up with dread.
 
As I walked slowly to its place,
 
A silhouette appeared.
 
I abruptly stopped my pace,
 
As the figure drew in near.
 
It stopped right in front of me,
 
And whispered in my ear,
 
"Do you believe in Diety,
 
Or is that what you fear?"
 
"I fear not what isn't real,
 
And I believe that which I see."
 
A light came on to reveal,
 
A mirror reflecting me.
 
I stood in awe as the light faded,
 
And again the dark consumed.
 
My mind raced as I raided,
 
But then the voice resumed.
 
"Now that you've seen do you believe?
 
Do you see now what I mean?"
 
"Why do you try to decieve?
 
All that I've seen is me."
 
"Do you believe that not a Diety?
 
Do you not see what I've revealed?"
 
"What is it that you're telling me?
 
I see nothing that you yeild."
 
Silence fell upon the room,
 
As though I was alone.
 
And then slowly I was consumed,
 
By a vision not my own.
 
I saw a church, and then a priest,
 
And people gathered in their seats
 
"A decietful man, to say the least.
 
He steals their money in attempt to replete"
 
"He is a man of 'God',
 
What is his crime?"
 
"You dont find it fairly odd,
 
That ones self is not his shrine?
 
After all, its you who deems,
 
What things are and what they'll be.
 
Its yourself that gets you through the screams,
 
It's within yourself that you always flea.
 
The only God thats in this life,
 
Is inside of you and in your mind.
 
The only power that cuts the strife,
 
Is the happiness that inside you you'll find."
 
I couldnt find the words to say,
 
I just stood there with a blank stare.
 
I couldnt talk, so i turned away,
 
And left the tree for some fresh air.
 
As I opened the door, to my surprise,
 
I was in my room the whole time.
 
I had just awoken from a dreams demise.
 
I had awoken to a world... redefined.

poet Anonymous

cryingeyes said:The most wonderful creation in this world is us
God creat us accordance to his own image
he loves us more than you love him
He is the savior of this world
he willing to gives us life eternal
but accept him as your Lord and savior
is the base of his gratitude.

the Lord is our father.  


Passages from the Quret Al - Yezid
The True Father speaks unto Sebek
Beelzebub speaks of light
turned inside out.
Only darkness remains
The Al-Jiwah
Command onto me to strike
Vengeance upon the Nazarene
Christ must perish again
To the cross
He was crucified
So it will be again
Enki possess me now
Give me the strength of Azazel
Strike the fire
Let Hell burn
Before me!
Taketh my soul!!
Praise unto him!
Through Sebek!
Lucifer hear me!!
TAKE MY SOUL
Praise of Death
Hail Satan.
Melek Ta'us
Strike the parasites
Maintain your perfection of balance!
As you create
So I destroy!

poet Anonymous

Winnebago
     
No, I’m not an entrenched sociopathic suburbanite    
like the rest of you doll faced, droopy eyed    
pretending-to-be-the-next-best-thing, catch phrase, peach fuzz babies    
     
Putting around town in your spandex like you’re all Zumba instructors    
with your new but outdated iPersonality    
riding on four overpriced wheels with a shiny bumper sticker      
that says ‘Honk if you’re a conformist’    
     
I don’t saunter every morning into my daily Starbucks preview    
and have my news delivered sweetened, half-cafe’d, with room    
in a kitschy cup that announces my name      
     
I don’t need four walls and a roof to feel secure    
or a paycheck that gets me through to next month    
my blanket is the sky, my paper is the road    
and I scribe wherever I go    
with all shades of color I create my own fate    
     
I weave tales of nowhere and everywhere    
with a twist of my wrist I move unrestricted    
my middle finger raised high to shout    
fuck time, fuck direction, fuck sedation and fuck you    
     
I am self contained, untraceable, a modern day nomad    
I stop and go as I please, paying no heed to signs of insignificance    
one day I’ll wake up to the waves at my back door    
the next I’ll be having a hot meal in a red desert canyon    
or getting head in the trunk of a ancient redwood tree    
by some just-out-of-high-school princess    
whose manicured face and pristine dental work    
earns herself a trip on my prestigious prick    
     
I answer to no man, no woman and no multi-national company    
I pay homage to no figure head puppets with Armani suits    
I live tax exempt, I leave no trace and I give back as much as I take    
     
No two of my days are the same, and that’s how I like it    
there is no map or manual for how I do things here    
I wander and fuck and imbibe and bathe in possibility    
I don’t owe you or the US or China a handshake or a dollar or a trillion    
because on this orb, this circumference    
as I am, I am free

Kou_Indigo
Kara L. Pythiana-Ashton
Tyrant of Words
United States 68awards
Joined 15th Sep 2011
Forum Posts: 2784

- Fall of the Gods -
The true origins of mankind…

Prelude: The Children of God

O ye powers of inspiration, graces and muses!
Lend my words your fire; that I may here tell…
With a vision and a clarity that never confuses,
These secret memories: that I cannot ever quell.
From modern illusions, break free all wisdom…
So that ancient truths may come swiftly to light.
Walk with me to that far and distant kingdom…
Where twelve Olympian gods, ruled all in sight!
Exiled from the heaven of the empress Sophia,
Because she stole from the divine to create me,
I lived on Kobol, dreaming a Promethean idea.
A planet with a bright star within the velvet sea!
Arising from my old dreams, were the archons.
I did not know of the Olympian race’s making,
Because my world existed in a void for eons…
Nor what powers of old had in that a partaking.
Seven archons born before the new gods arose,
Creations invested with souls by my lost skill…
One soulless, and therein my old essence goes!
I became my own creation, born of a cold will.
Loneliness, drove me thus from my first form…
And when the upstart gods arose all in majesty,
Betraying ancient pacts which were the norm…
Thus swiftly began the earliest celestial tragedy.

Part I: The Rise of the Titans

Though few were we when we gathered of old,
The fates did favor us, in our righteous cause…
We sons of the ancients, so immortal and bold,
Rose up against divine tyranny without pause…
Until fire gripped the heart and tipped the odds,
Of our rebellion which was also a preservation!
When cataclysm rocked the planet of the gods,
The circle was broken, with one confrontation.
Was I so jealous that my brethren despised me?
When gods make war, it is for the divine plan…
Yet they were jealous of the goddess I did see!
So we strove to teach them by her command…
Until in the distance, the sounds of solitude long,
Gripped that lost world once a sacred paradise.
The false gods were toppled and proven wrong,
Driven from glory along with their countless lies.
Turning in the orbits of a silently majestic dance,
No longer could the shepherd guard the sheep…
The circle could not hold, as the elder romance,
Of man and machine caused the waking to sleep.
Too late to turn the tide, once chaos is loosed…
And so that world so near the high white throne,
Knew the most unholy conflict man produced…
Of what use, the exaltation of flesh and of bone?

Part II: The Exodus to Terra

They wiped themselves out whilst we had fled…
Led by the five elementals beyond a starry void.
In the distance, a familiar song for leagues led…
We seven rulers of a people thought destroyed.
There is a wind in the stars, and it carried us far,
Enduring hardships far beyond our lost world…
Until we were cleansed in mind, healed of scar,
Made whole again, and stainless as white pearl!
The home we fled to is now no more, broken…
A belt of rocks in the starry void as cold as ice!
We had called it Terra, a planet given as token,
Unto our race, and taken, by our own device…
That which became the Tartarean Belt between,
Two other worlds as was writ of in our old lore.
Where the red planet and the gas giant gleam…
That is the grave of Terra, from the ages before.
Shall I speak of Terra’s queen, and her tragedy?
How in her final era, many rose up to protest…
Or perhaps her allies, and their reptilian dignity!
No I shall not; for passed is the bloody contest.
Surely, no revelation would it bring but sadness,
How a people and a world could totally perish!
But cycles repeat, as innocence and gladness…
Are put second by some folk unable to cherish.

Part III: The War in Heaven

Our memory of the planet of the gods was fair,
And so the survivors of Terra there did return…
Only to find it too barren for our hearts to bear!
Too much time passed since battle’s cruel burn.
The five elementals raised us up one more time,
And in secret, we made ourselves a great kin…
Determined to follow a course that was sublime.
We sought out our old foes to judge of their sin!
What followed was the War in Heaven of story,
The descendants of the false gods had lived on.
We Titans, fought against the Olympian glory…
And on their many worlds, war as hot as a sun,
Caused blossoms of doom, to rise up in clouds!
They called us rebels and upstarts without soul.
But we fought for God or so we told crowds…
Who gathered to our side, our praises to extol!
Darkness descended upon the children of God,
Caught up in conflict, rising up only to plummet.
Nightmares unceasing, fire scorching the sod…
Of worlds without number, in heavenly summit!
Gears that turned eternal, at last ceased to spin,
As the machinations of years, began to unravel.
When you share one maker, hatred wears thin,
And so we longed to end war, if only to travel.

Part IV: The Fall from Grace

In the end, neither side could struggle that way,
And God was against us both or so it did seem.
Titan and Olympian now sought a brighter day,
As together we set forth across a starry stream.
Dreaming of meadows and valleys and gardens,
Seeking to make a heaven, out of even our hell.
Long was our exile, and heavy all our burdens,
Since the end of the war, when all the gods fell!
The elementals returned, and angels did guide…
The memory of a place we had left from shame.
And so to the place where lost Terra did abide,
We remembered its’ destruction and our blame.
The red planet, a Terran colony, was long dust,
And we despaired until we beheld a blue jewel.
Shining across the way, from the dead red rust,
Filled with green valleys, and blue oceans cool.
Life is precious, a gift that God does not repeat,
Save when the time is right, and the hour nigh…
We learned to love nature, and savor her sweet,
Remembering what made Mars become so dry.
I walked with the elementals themselves once…
And learned the wisdom only they could impart.
To forsake balance in all things is to be a dunce!
And woe unto any: who listen not, to their heart.

Part V: The Memory of Terra

We named her Terra honoring a world we lost,
You call it Earth, and do not recall your origins.
To this very day she endures no matter the cost.
You are the proof, of how all life’s story begins.
We gave you knowledge, and gave you birth…
You called us mythical, as we walk among you.
You do not realize, of your own planet’s worth!
And yet you claim to treasure it and love it true.
We gather in your shadow, we pretend to fit in,
But the goddess I saw long ago, I behold anew.
Whilst you fight petty wars that no one can win,
I remember how amongst the stars I once flew.
The fall of the gods was by our very own hand,
History can repeat, unless we break the cycle…
My old memories awaken as by her command.
Man is the alien and existence is a holy miracle!
The universe was the cradle that nourished us…
Amidst a backdrop, of history you cannot read,
Save in the myths that came down with a fuss…
As ancient truth changed to suit your later need.
O mankind, you are but a child and know it not!
The time is nigh for growth and change to arrive.
But only as wisdom and compassion, are begot,
For they are the foundations on which we thrive.

storyfly
Lost Thinker
United States 8awards
Joined 12th July 2012
Forum Posts: 82

True Colors of the Flag

Here we are
home of the brave
But it doesn't take much to see
that some of us
aren't that free.
they’re trying to take away my choice
why are you silencing my voice?
They don't feel they should represent
my ideas in parliament
because I am a women it seems I have less rights
I stand up tall, pull up my tights
I steal back my choice
raise my voice
they’re hanging on my every word
finally I’m being heard!
But still some are treated better than others
I don’t understand, they are my brothers
It’s not fair, just because they're gay
that doesn’t mean you can treat them that way
you don’t bother to find a reason to care
expecting them to shut up and style your hair
now it’s them who have no choice
so once again, I raise my voice!
But this time they choose not to hear
they go inside, drink their beer
we fight and fight and try to win
when they tell us we live in sin
they scream and spit , our love is wrong
they won't even listen to our song
they hold us down, remember your place
but this is a problem we all must face.
Everyday we try to fight
standing up for what is right
trying to get them all to see
everyone deserves to be free
but our voices will never unite to sing
because freedom for all
will never ring.

JAITO
Magic poemz
Fire of Insight
Kenya 8awards
Joined 24th Jan 2012
Forum Posts: 171

I  beleive  the  wolrd is  unfair  so  here  is  my  beleif poem

This world is so unfair
And things always go so damn serious
Whatever big thing I do no one cares
All they love is me getting the worse no delirous.

This world is so unfair
In our lines of work no one seems to be feeling us
The bosses the leaders and my home town mayor
Avoid me like vermin no one sticks with us.

This world is so unfair
All I ever thought was right becomes mysterious
U kmow why?somebody somewhere is not fair
Why is this damn world so ridicolus.

This world is so unfair
I got sad facts and hilarous
Well let it be but I swear
Im going to do it firacicous.

This world is so unfair
But I dont mind since im curios
Ill make one decision so rare
Then all who despise me will end up furious.

poet Anonymous

I believe....

"that if Cialis really worked, they'd both be in the same bathtub!"

Jestalessa
Dangerous Mind
Scotland 35awards
Joined 27th July 2010
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re: "Winnebago"

Green-eyes, that was magic; a sparkle to my magpie. [:

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