Submissions by SyPoetry
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Words flow infinitely within the path of my vocal cords. My words project emotions that cause verbal assaults. A signature of my word is satire by default, an envelope of synonym licked and enclosed with poetic occult.
LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2017 4:05pm
3rd Apr 2017 4:05pm
A disturbed Mind
Touching base on lost affection
Desires bought, brought tension
I got burnt over a needed attention
Couch , Crouch, Ouch!!! Ouch!!!
Smell my pain as it thrives
through the corridor of
your Insides
I die and live on crack pipes
Love from you is spineless
A chorus of mindless
Graveyard shift emblems
Born to thrill without accuracy
you gave organic Teabags
only PornStars have mastered
instead of a kamasutra alignment
between Us
You broke a million dubs into verses
A...
Desires bought, brought tension
I got burnt over a needed attention
Couch , Crouch, Ouch!!! Ouch!!!
Smell my pain as it thrives
through the corridor of
your Insides
I die and live on crack pipes
Love from you is spineless
A chorus of mindless
Graveyard shift emblems
Born to thrill without accuracy
you gave organic Teabags
only PornStars have mastered
instead of a kamasutra alignment
between Us
You broke a million dubs into verses
A...
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LOVE POEM
Published
7th Mar 2017 9:54am
7th Mar 2017 9:54am
SyPoetryChanel: presents - Her Love
Visual Production of the poem
Her LOve
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hsbD-pEaJCA&t=13s
Her LOve
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Mar 2017 10:59am
6th Mar 2017 10:59am
Greed and doom untamed
Working down the streets of doom. No room could ever be filled from within. Opening eyes and zooming with special lenses, no retirement fund seems so silly yet the smell of Lilly can lift your nostrils in joyous affiliation. The pen is filled with ink that cannot wait to squirt but instead it is mislead.
Walking down the streets of greed. No deeds only wild attitudes of cowards dispersed on this earth like weeds. What lies within? is it seeds? The undying edge to feed even when full? Pot smokers eat not out of greed but out of the void those trees leave. The rippling repetition of...
Walking down the streets of greed. No deeds only wild attitudes of cowards dispersed on this earth like weeds. What lies within? is it seeds? The undying edge to feed even when full? Pot smokers eat not out of greed but out of the void those trees leave. The rippling repetition of...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Mar 2017 10:44am
6th Mar 2017 10:44am
Time Alone
mirror masking the tape carved around the pineal gland, proceeds never seemed so damned.
beginning from the begotten, we evolved to forget the true nature of ourselves.
when do you really spend time alone?
filling up balloons with oxygen and propelling them upwards can erect emotions buried deep within ourselves. memories lost, memoirs never remembered are embedded on a projectile they call television or a mind control device...
how much do you really recall?
do you really own the material you recalled?
...
beginning from the begotten, we evolved to forget the true nature of ourselves.
when do you really spend time alone?
filling up balloons with oxygen and propelling them upwards can erect emotions buried deep within ourselves. memories lost, memoirs never remembered are embedded on a projectile they call television or a mind control device...
how much do you really recall?
do you really own the material you recalled?
...
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LOVE POEM
Published
5th Mar 2017 10:32pm
5th Mar 2017 10:32pm
Intoxication by a Precious Soul
Wasted on emptiness brought by a season of drought. Love was ancient like rainfall in the desert. Forecasting the weather, i could have at least foreseen imagery of this being but hey' all weather is unpredictable.
She stood there in nature, glowing in an aura that could even upset Tibetan Monks out of envy. The intoxication shifted away and perplexed was thee, like an infant sucking on tits for the first time. A precious soul captured not only my thirst but my spirit as well.
Swerving chills down my spinal cord almost crippled thee, as thee, approached the presence of...
She stood there in nature, glowing in an aura that could even upset Tibetan Monks out of envy. The intoxication shifted away and perplexed was thee, like an infant sucking on tits for the first time. A precious soul captured not only my thirst but my spirit as well.
Swerving chills down my spinal cord almost crippled thee, as thee, approached the presence of...
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SELF POEM
Published
5th Mar 2017 9:50pm
5th Mar 2017 9:50pm
The Other Day
The other day
The other day I got lost within the path ways of my nervous system
The other day I could barely redeem emotions to write poetry
The other day I gave birth to a poem I cannot even remember
The other day I prolonged and procrastinated so much I stopped thinking about time
The other day I discovered void and it was nothing short of devious destination
The other day I received a call from my senses which I ignored senseless
The other day I found ways to improve the brain an essence of profound divinity
The other day I saw a canvas and...
The other day I got lost within the path ways of my nervous system
The other day I could barely redeem emotions to write poetry
The other day I gave birth to a poem I cannot even remember
The other day I prolonged and procrastinated so much I stopped thinking about time
The other day I discovered void and it was nothing short of devious destination
The other day I received a call from my senses which I ignored senseless
The other day I found ways to improve the brain an essence of profound divinity
The other day I saw a canvas and...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Jan 2017 9:27pm
17th Jan 2017 9:27pm
A Signature
A weapon of mass control given the ultimate disguise; a small rotating ball made of brass,
steel or tungsten carbide to disperse ink. The bullet that shoots signatures on pieces of fibrous substances given to all humanity with intent to en-prison you. To pend a signature without awareness is to bend your soul out of balance with its source. Amends are given to those that cannot read but dare to sign documents encrypted with blue collar fragrances.
A signature in reality is a stamp used by pen masters to collect souls for work. A signature is veil in its essence but very...
steel or tungsten carbide to disperse ink. The bullet that shoots signatures on pieces of fibrous substances given to all humanity with intent to en-prison you. To pend a signature without awareness is to bend your soul out of balance with its source. Amends are given to those that cannot read but dare to sign documents encrypted with blue collar fragrances.
A signature in reality is a stamp used by pen masters to collect souls for work. A signature is veil in its essence but very...
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ANGER POEM
Published
15th Jan 2017 10:22am
15th Jan 2017 10:22am
The Come Up
The come up
Serenade the hunger, feed the drought. When one's way is undecided nothing can be.
Something concrete can never be deteriorated into imbecile circumstantial behavior hence why beings with no soul never get credit. Adjust your stupid self, a genius is born but a con artist is made from a genius.
My poetic self left me dripping anxious spirits that never made it to revelations. I reveal my true self through rhythm. Blank pages i recite with magic ink captured by synonyms and yet Poets get bullied by verbs. Don't devoid let the nouns flow.
The come up...
Serenade the hunger, feed the drought. When one's way is undecided nothing can be.
Something concrete can never be deteriorated into imbecile circumstantial behavior hence why beings with no soul never get credit. Adjust your stupid self, a genius is born but a con artist is made from a genius.
My poetic self left me dripping anxious spirits that never made it to revelations. I reveal my true self through rhythm. Blank pages i recite with magic ink captured by synonyms and yet Poets get bullied by verbs. Don't devoid let the nouns flow.
The come up...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Jan 2017 9:53am
15th Jan 2017 9:53am
Why happy time?
Why happy times
The shadow of dawn as it blinks through the sky like heaven.
I close my eyes and see nothing but the blank space of the universe.
Why? why are we not happy? we wait to be happy and then death starts calling.
Your own happiness lies deep within you.
No one can alter your soul to a point were you're reliant on their energy to be happy.
You allow that to happen.
Just be happy, that's all that you can do.
When you feel love you become happy, so love.
When you rejoice you become happy, so rejoice.
Happy is you, yes you....
The shadow of dawn as it blinks through the sky like heaven.
I close my eyes and see nothing but the blank space of the universe.
Why? why are we not happy? we wait to be happy and then death starts calling.
Your own happiness lies deep within you.
No one can alter your soul to a point were you're reliant on their energy to be happy.
You allow that to happen.
Just be happy, that's all that you can do.
When you feel love you become happy, so love.
When you rejoice you become happy, so rejoice.
Happy is you, yes you....
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SELF POEM
Published
14th Jan 2017 1:40pm
14th Jan 2017 1:40pm
The disconnection
The disconnection
Where am i? Why do I feel this way? Why does everything around me seem worthless? Why do I feel worthless? Have I lost way? Am I disconnected from myself? I do not understand for I feel that I’ve went off course. Off course to what says the peculiar voice in my head. Have I become like the rest of the world? Operating like a machine?
The thought scares me so deep that I day dream being a robot running on a program build by a lower frequency being that resonates negative energy. I’m uninspired; nothing is as it is when I was visualizing myself and where I...
Where am i? Why do I feel this way? Why does everything around me seem worthless? Why do I feel worthless? Have I lost way? Am I disconnected from myself? I do not understand for I feel that I’ve went off course. Off course to what says the peculiar voice in my head. Have I become like the rest of the world? Operating like a machine?
The thought scares me so deep that I day dream being a robot running on a program build by a lower frequency being that resonates negative energy. I’m uninspired; nothing is as it is when I was visualizing myself and where I...
698 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
14th Jan 2017 1:32pm
14th Jan 2017 1:32pm
My Words
i]My Words
Dressed in an overflow of rhythm. Words flow infinitely within the path of my vocal cords. Through hymns sang in tones only given to beings against all odds. My words project emotions that cause verbal assaults.
A signature of my word is satire by default, an envelope of synonym licked and enclosed with poetic occult, hence why words uttered previously continue to dwell through spheres of life.
Words have a life span, they can damage the receiver into insanity but he who transcends vowels will never be haunted by consonants.
Words far greater...
Dressed in an overflow of rhythm. Words flow infinitely within the path of my vocal cords. Through hymns sang in tones only given to beings against all odds. My words project emotions that cause verbal assaults.
A signature of my word is satire by default, an envelope of synonym licked and enclosed with poetic occult, hence why words uttered previously continue to dwell through spheres of life.
Words have a life span, they can damage the receiver into insanity but he who transcends vowels will never be haunted by consonants.
Words far greater...
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STORY POEM
Published
14th Jan 2017 4:03am
14th Jan 2017 4:03am
4 walls and a window
Four walls and a window
The time is 2 Am. My eyes are popping out and just about to explode into the unknown. My third eye is so active that I’m trapped between two realms. These four walls that watch me sleep barely move an inch. There’s a subtle frightening breeze blowing outside. The windows between these four walls are covered with glowing white smoke. My physical body is asleep and my consciousness is wondering about.
I try to move but my physical body is not budging. Am I dead? Why is that I see these four walls only with my third eye? Where am i? My soul trembles with...
The time is 2 Am. My eyes are popping out and just about to explode into the unknown. My third eye is so active that I’m trapped between two realms. These four walls that watch me sleep barely move an inch. There’s a subtle frightening breeze blowing outside. The windows between these four walls are covered with glowing white smoke. My physical body is asleep and my consciousness is wondering about.
I try to move but my physical body is not budging. Am I dead? Why is that I see these four walls only with my third eye? Where am i? My soul trembles with...
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