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DanielChristensen (The Fire Elemental)
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DUP Poem of the Month - April 2017

Ahavati
Tams
Tyrant of Words
United States 122awards
Joined 11th Apr 2015
Forum Posts: 16760

A Comforting Inevitability

Josh (Joshua Bond)
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Ahavati
Tams
Tyrant of Words
United States 122awards
Joined 11th Apr 2015
Forum Posts: 16760

Love Unknowingly

Sunday dawns new  
May we again speak?  
Long ago we died  
Opposite sides of  
What we knew as pride  
 
White feathered dove  
Interpose within my love  
My great feeling of affection  
Once I was ever so close  
 
 
Break me with a tear  
A year spent apart  
What have you to say  
Once you've given birth  
To a new mirror-image  
But how could it be  
Beautiful and free  
 
Once I have died  
Come tickle my grave  
Laughing with burned lungs  
Menthol ashes on the grass  
Covering my nude decompose  
Rotting within my clothes  
Where I be lay  
At peace to rest  
Whenever the day
 
How could I fear  
How could I faint  
Into the great white  
Off a short ledge  
Into the great blue  
Of the sea flowing  
Over the great headstone  
Looking over my body  
pouring us into our home.
Written by anonymouslyhere (Pariah Shadow)
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Poem-Worm
Poetry Worm
Thought Provoker
Joined 1st Nov 2016
Forum Posts: 346

mikemason
White Tiger
Twisted Dreamer
United States
Joined 4th Mar 2017
Forum Posts: 15

Being

Being young and living is a lifelong goal for some,
But dying before living is a tragedy when young.

Being rich and giving can fill you full of wealth,
But being poor and getting may bring you better health.

Being free from bondage can make your spirit soar,
But being free of spirit is poison to the core.

Being nice and pleasant will make you feel contentment,
But being nice and bitter will fill you with resentment.

Being here and present will make you feel alive,
But being rushed and worried will make you feel deprived.

Being old and dying will keep you feeling grave,
But being old and living is a challenge for the brave.
Written by mikemason (White Tiger)
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mikemason
White Tiger
Twisted Dreamer
United States
Joined 4th Mar 2017
Forum Posts: 15

Barbed wire fence

A barbed wire fence around    
     
Our house on the main route,    
     
Would keep the sheep inside    
     
And block the neighbors out.    
     
     
     
Tore my clothes on those barbs    
     
A hundred times or two,    
     
My mother stitched them back    
     
Until we wore them through.    
     
     
     
One night we had a scare    
     
A car crashed through our yard,    
     
It took out half our fence    
     
And hit a sheep real hard.    
     
     
     
We worked all through the night    
     
To fix that broken fence,    
     
That sheep died the next day    
     
A victim of events.    
     
     
     
I grew up and left home    
     
To chase my dreams at last,    
     
I thought I'd not return    
     
To reminisce the past.    
     
     
     
Today I'm an old man    
     
Who finally did go back,    
     
That great big house I knew    
     
Became a run down shack.    
     
     
     
The memories were sweet    
     
Why did I leave this place?    
     
Guess I felt too fenced in    
     
And needed my own space.    
     
     
     
I still see old barbed wire

Twisted up and busted,

Pieces scattered, buried

Spikes now dull and rusted. 
     
     
     
Can't recall the countless    
     
Times it ripped through my garb,    
     
But scars will remind me    
     
Of sharper razor barb.    
     
     
3-12-2017
Written by mikemason (White Tiger)
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mikemason
White Tiger
Twisted Dreamer
United States
Joined 4th Mar 2017
Forum Posts: 15

Heart of the strong

I now need a heart of the strong
To weather this wicked storm,
For I have suffered for so long
I am frozen, make me warm.

I could use a soul of the wise
Those who lived beyond their years,
For I have no more alibis
To save me from sins and fears.

I would like a mind of brilliance
To tackle society,
Give me strength and resilience
To face impropriety.

I want to be chiseled like stone
So they'll notice me in a crowd,
I will never again be alone
Friends flatter and make me feel proud.

I now need a heart of the weak
To help me realize what I lost,
Thought I had a good winning streak
'All I had' is just what it cost.
Written by mikemason (White Tiger)
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mikemason
White Tiger
Twisted Dreamer
United States
Joined 4th Mar 2017
Forum Posts: 15

Moments in between...

Moments in between, they seem
The most endearing,
The tender times your hand's in mine
Your breath on me is searing.

Your kiss can part my frozen lips
And bring me life again,
Your body slides against my side
Your touch ignites my skin.

Your gentle words could shake the earth,
Your eyes can cease the wars,
Your calm embrace stops time and space
My universe is yours.
Written by mikemason (White Tiger)
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Erotic_Goddess
Fire of Insight
United States 9awards
Joined 1st Mar 2016
Forum Posts: 87

Take Me Back

I search
all the friendly echoes,
Dominion of
Winds' chatterings
It fades, it goes.
My coffee is blacker
in the days of solitude.
My days are shorter
when i travel in chronicle.
Isn't time mean!
That we're left
With nothing but wrinkle.
Reminscent of days
That were dear,
Memories lost in tide
With stagnant tear.
Wish! I could write them down in a paper.

Some said
To give up,
Some said
To move on.
Now, the time
says it all.
When they're all gone.

There's no tune
In the strings i play.
The wind's colder
than never.
Perhaps, my heart
is still there,
Waiting for my essence forever.
I miss moments,
that time stole.
I miss them
whom I now lack.
I know, it's not possible,
But can someone take me back!
Written by JituBoro (The Alpha Writer)
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Erotic_Goddess
Fire of Insight
United States 9awards
Joined 1st Mar 2016
Forum Posts: 87

Filthy Claws

The charred remains of the forgotten  
lie in self-manufactured graves  
tell them, tell them there's still  
h o p e  
 
fucking hell.  
 
For you, too? Is there  
hope for me...?
 
 
Gone are the days  
where  
hope rose like the sun and  
set on my skin  
Tell him you love him  
you'll never know when  
it'll be the last time
 
 
He doesn't love me  
not really, he's after flesh  
and brittle bones he can  
play the flute on.  
 
My death song  
 
is...  
 
the national anthem  
 
is...  
 
Nationalist slogans  
 
is...  
 
Praising the  
dead, the cold, the  
disintegrated  
 
I am nothing  
the embers in his eyes  
glow for another  
I'm just  
E a s y  
a simple fuck  
who will simply forgive  
 
& forget.  
 
I do not worship  
at any alters  
 
My head never  
bows let alone  
in the  
direction of Mecca  
Don't tell your family  
Atheism is an unwritten rule  
but don't you dare actually  
say the word
 
 
Say please and thank you  
pray before and after every meal
 
 
If God was real,  
here are the things he  
wouldn't have given me:  
★ A disability  
★ Hunger  
★Knowledge of the world  
 
How do you tell someone  
you're not what they  
prayed you'd be because  
you've been preyed on before  
 
You do not have the strength of a cayote  
You have a dying whisper for a heart  
You have hate that scratches poetic  
epithets into your brittle bones.  
 
Your differences make you beautiful...  
Your differences make you... you  
 
Liar. Liar.  
You stand naked  
irradiated by pain  
but you want me  
to see myself as  
w o r t h y?
 
 
How much do your lies cost  
my pockets are empty  
my throat full of curses  
my existence a curse in itself.  
 
But.. you could have it worse?  
 
Always a but  
never allowing me to claim  
my own misery, my own pain  
my own struggle...  
 
Don't let it strangle you...  
 
Oh, but it has,  
It always had its filthy claws  
around my neck  
as I age,  
the hold tightens  
I beg it to rip my throat out  
piss on it  
 
It does neither.  
My condition is a masochist  
enjoying the sight of pure helplessness  
as I wade through heavy waters..  
without  
a c  t u a l l y  
 
killing  
   me...
Written by Undivided_Praxis
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Erotic_Goddess
Fire of Insight
United States 9awards
Joined 1st Mar 2016
Forum Posts: 87

5: 91:  The Virgin Heart

Excerpt 91 from Journal 5, ' Reaching My True Love '
   - From ' Journals To My True Love, Part 2 '

The man died before he could find True Love,
   he died trapped in a childs mind...
How beautiful, how hopeful and full of optimism
   were his ideals of love...
His hearts virginity lay still and unbroken and
   unspoiled or tainted by loss or devastation...
It was like a wild, fresh green pasture untrodden...
He was still open to love and the door to his
   heart still had its original seal and airtight condition...
It was never deflowered by loss or devastation...
How it died so intact, how he did...
How he visits me this way and I feel his wholeness...
How he restores me to that condition, if only for an
   instant...
But that instant is like a sweet candy I crave...
For my depraved heart tastes only bitterness  
   without him...
In a sudden flash he melts on my tongue like the
   sweetest dark chocolate and is gone...
But he always returns, for he needs me...
I need him, too somehow like an addiction...
We all have a vice, a counterpart...
My True Love is mine...
Yet, how I will relinquish him to the ether...
How he will melt into me as I become his spirit...
His longings become mine as they are neutralized...
We already have what we need within... Oh, completion...
My True Love has sealed me inside him to grow...
How I grow in his light; sunlight...
As he grew inside me as my creation so do I now grow
   inside him in his absence...
He will realize me in his own death; he will he forced  
   to know me at last...
And the door to his heart will remain locked...
For I am already inside...
Written by PoetsRevenge
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LanaW
Thought Provoker
United States 1awards
Joined 27th Dec 2016
Forum Posts: 22

From the beast to the angel

Hey, fallen angel, yes, you are now on Earth
You're sitting on the ground and you're lost
Crying with crystal tears and so afraid  
How to live this life here? Looks like a game
 
Hey, sad angel, they cut your wings away
Put you here among these people and deep pain
You prayed for a death which is better than this
No one can hear you here but me and I'm a beast
 
Hey, lost angel, you beauty touched me inside
Though my soul is dead and empty even to try
To feel an empathy or, I am sorry, devil, love
I can't stop looking how you cry more and more
 
Hey, sweet angel, that bright fire around you
I created to give you warmth, that how I do
Forgive me, I don't know other way than madness
In this people's world to take away your sadness
 
Hey, my angel, I have new wings for you and when
You sleep I will come near you to leave them
But here's the thing, they are black and heavy
To accept wings of the beast...will you be ready?
Written by LanaW
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mel44
Fire of Insight
United Kingdom 11awards
Joined 3rd Mar 2017
Forum Posts: 337

Daughter's Loss

Watching her choke  
clutching her frail hand    
her eyes screamed      
unable to stand      
grimace upon her face    
as she could not breathe    
from this aching moment    
I find no reprieve    
    
Loss and tragedy  
my mind associates    
grief stricken flashes    
my soul it implicates    
feeling barren    
overwrought by pain    
lingering in my body    
feeling disdain    
    
Her courage I remember    
it lures me to a place    
memory of her existence    
mourning will not erase    
thankful for who she was    
regret not what is lost    
holding on to her love  
her honour has no cost
Written by mel44
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mel44
Fire of Insight
United Kingdom 11awards
Joined 3rd Mar 2017
Forum Posts: 337

Advantage Taken

All of those bastards
Trying to keep a part of me
Taking away my life
I will not let it be

They cannot have me
Not even in my dreams
I can and must resist
Within, I have the means

To sustain their memory
A burden I will not carry
It is not mine to hold
Possession makes me wary

They will not have my soul
Not ever allowed to win
My life belongs to me
And here, it shall begin
Written by mel44
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mel44
Fire of Insight
United Kingdom 11awards
Joined 3rd Mar 2017
Forum Posts: 337

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HadesRising
Tyrant of Words
United States 34awards
Joined 8th June 2013
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Momma

Painless
Free
Eternal

Rebecca Green 1951 - 2016
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Thank you, dearest Devil-lyn.

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