Chere-Rene13
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:39am
Yesterday 6:39am
Entitlement Egos
A young child cries before he can even open his eyes. Before his teens demanding his entitlement allowance. Curds of way, to foul to say. A shouting tense, prince making demands to young to understand what it is to be "The King". For like sour, spoiled milk...The crowds felted the somersault roll of a stomach that a mouth of watering will upchuck & boar on to the royal floors. For a spoiled child is a rotten apple for sure. Entitlement of adulthood leads his way...Without lifting a finger or dirtying a nail. To expecting the bail of money to hail...While the poor are knowing to...
#curse
#faith
#karma
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KittyFromHell
Poem Published
30th Jan 2025 4:56am
30th Jan 2025 4:56am
Toxic Crazy Baby
I have happened upon
A whirlpool of blue in your eyes.
Behold, I am spellbound—
Suspended as a porcelain doll
Hung in a windstorm.
It is doomsday in wonderland.
The awe of you has left me cuckoo
As all reason abandons me,
And I am sucked into the black hole
Where your heart should be.
Only grippy socks and origami
Can save me now.
A whirlpool of blue in your eyes.
Behold, I am spellbound—
Suspended as a porcelain doll
Hung in a windstorm.
It is doomsday in wonderland.
The awe of you has left me cuckoo
As all reason abandons me,
And I am sucked into the black hole
Where your heart should be.
Only grippy socks and origami
Can save me now.
#betrayal
#curse
#deception
#lies
#love
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mitjima
Lunarbitsh
Lunarbitsh
Poem Published
26th Jan 2025 8:57am
26th Jan 2025 8:57am
"If only" Pt.1
the white witch only wore black
black blouse.
black skirt.
black dress.
with a pencil in her hair and a sharp tongue to match
she longed for an ordinary life
something acceptable
. . . honorable and noble.
Awakened
by a
fiery fairy
of stained glass and stone
Enveloped in stillness and fascination ...
black blouse.
black skirt.
black dress.
with a pencil in her hair and a sharp tongue to match
she longed for an ordinary life
something acceptable
. . . honorable and noble.
Awakened
by a
fiery fairy
of stained glass and stone
Enveloped in stillness and fascination ...
#curse
#friendship
#separation #tragedy
#separation #tragedy
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2025 00:17am
23rd Jan 2025 00:17am
Miss Birdseed
The public house had long been haunted by some strange presence that upset slop trays and let beer dribble out from the taps when no one was looking, but it was not really about this that the publican's wife had come to consult the occult detective, Joshua Samuels.
'That's just the Pimlico poisoner, that is' said Mrs Godalming with weird alacrity. 'Back in my grandfather's day, the pub was frequented by bigwigs from Westminster on their way to County Hall, where Maggie Struthers was strung up by her neck in the place of execution for killing her husband and child with arsenic. That...
'That's just the Pimlico poisoner, that is' said Mrs Godalming with weird alacrity. 'Back in my grandfather's day, the pub was frequented by bigwigs from Westminster on their way to County Hall, where Maggie Struthers was strung up by her neck in the place of execution for killing her husband and child with arsenic. That...
#curse
#ghosts
#magic #witches
#magic #witches
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
21st Jan 2025 1:25pm
21st Jan 2025 1:25pm
A Beautiful Damsel In Ganondorf's Castle
I'm modern day Zelda, stuck here in Ganondorf's castle. Hell's Hotel.
While I'm strong, I can't always fight.
I don't know if I'll save myself or Link will save me first.
I'm Zelda, lying in a castle so vast.
It's become my only world, but it is my deepest hope that my story will be published. That I will make money. That I will get out.
And I will find love from Link.
The only Link I ever knew.
While I'm strong, I can't always fight.
I don't know if I'll save myself or Link will save me first.
I'm Zelda, lying in a castle so vast.
It's become my only world, but it is my deepest hope that my story will be published. That I will make money. That I will get out.
And I will find love from Link.
The only Link I ever knew.
#curse
44 reads
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TheVORTEXRETURNS
Poem Published
21st Jan 2025 2:58am
21st Jan 2025 2:58am
"JonRot: The rumors of my Death are somewhat inclusive"
Had I gone to extremities to gear my persona so legendarily.
Me J>r> the Kook of DUP..... Went off the grid for a bit to see
what more time must be spent...
I journeyed to the key's of Floridian quadrants drinking margaritas.
And Poeticizing incurious sonnets.
In my lair of Ill Repute and lagoon of debaucheries and slander's.
I sunk to new found lows of ecstasy like eating crack mixed with
Col. Sanders.
Later time seemed to be of the passing sunsets and sunrises flew
by as I was fasting. Gaining a more moral...
Me J>r> the Kook of DUP..... Went off the grid for a bit to see
what more time must be spent...
I journeyed to the key's of Floridian quadrants drinking margaritas.
And Poeticizing incurious sonnets.
In my lair of Ill Repute and lagoon of debaucheries and slander's.
I sunk to new found lows of ecstasy like eating crack mixed with
Col. Sanders.
Later time seemed to be of the passing sunsets and sunrises flew
by as I was fasting. Gaining a more moral...
#curse
#mythology
#nightmares #scifi
#nightmares #scifi
44 reads
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
13th Jan 2025 8:04pm
13th Jan 2025 8:04pm
Words Like Bile
Words erupt from rotted lips
Inverted rites of the prophets
Like rats from plague infested ships
Blasphemies that hang in the air
A dirge of inhuman sound
Chants to the denizens of the dark
Nameless things beneath the ground
Cusp the goblet and sip damnation
Liturgy profaned as space bends
Witness the scale of cosmic sin
Hooked claws reach out to rend
As creation starts its death heaves
Word heinous and deeds vile
Eruption of perdition immaculate
Prayers like fountains of bile
The sweet litany...
Inverted rites of the prophets
Like rats from plague infested ships
Blasphemies that hang in the air
A dirge of inhuman sound
Chants to the denizens of the dark
Nameless things beneath the ground
Cusp the goblet and sip damnation
Liturgy profaned as space bends
Witness the scale of cosmic sin
Hooked claws reach out to rend
As creation starts its death heaves
Word heinous and deeds vile
Eruption of perdition immaculate
Prayers like fountains of bile
The sweet litany...
#curse
#dark
#magic
#night
#shadows
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Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
12th Jan 2025 10:47am
12th Jan 2025 10:47am
Fairy Tale
One day,I woke up astray.
The world looked unusual,like I took a different pathway.
This world was unfamiliar.
Is this where the staircase led?
It seemed the grass is red.
The sky was grey.
And people's faces had a grey hue.
And you'd wonder,too.
About what this world conveys.
About what it makes it.
Or about what makes it stay in this realm.
Where insects are huge.
And grass is a shade of red or grey.
With people,missing faces.
Everyone in different places.
One is a girl who sold and...
The world looked unusual,like I took a different pathway.
This world was unfamiliar.
Is this where the staircase led?
It seemed the grass is red.
The sky was grey.
And people's faces had a grey hue.
And you'd wonder,too.
About what this world conveys.
About what it makes it.
Or about what makes it stay in this realm.
Where insects are huge.
And grass is a shade of red or grey.
With people,missing faces.
Everyone in different places.
One is a girl who sold and...
#curse
#evolution
#happiness
#hope
#magic
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Nvmb
Poem Published
9th Jan 2025 1:54pm
9th Jan 2025 1:54pm
Beneath the Tide
I see you rising in the waves,
A silent hymn, a call to caves.
You pull the anchor from my chest,
A slow descent, a dream of rest.
Each heartbeat drowns beneath your gaze,
A siren song, a violet haze.
And I am weightless, sinking lower,
Your voice, the tide; I can’t grow colder.
Pull me under—
Break my name.
Fill my lungs with
Endless flame.
The surface fades; I won’t survive,
But I’m alive beneath the tide.
Your hands are threads of liquid steel,
They twist, they bind, they make me kneel.
A...
A silent hymn, a call to caves.
You pull the anchor from my chest,
A slow descent, a dream of rest.
Each heartbeat drowns beneath your gaze,
A siren song, a violet haze.
And I am weightless, sinking lower,
Your voice, the tide; I can’t grow colder.
Pull me under—
Break my name.
Fill my lungs with
Endless flame.
The surface fades; I won’t survive,
But I’m alive beneath the tide.
Your hands are threads of liquid steel,
They twist, they bind, they make me kneel.
A...
#apathy
#curse
#dark
#depression
#emptiness
91 reads
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2025 7:27pm
3rd Jan 2025 7:27pm
Shadowed Arts
Beneath the pall of moonless ebon skies
Where tombs lie sundered by unholy will
A sorcery of black and fetid ties
Awakens whispers in the midnight chill
O necromancy, art of dread and gloom
Thy eldritch chords resound in cryptic halls
Thy power rends the sanctity of tomb
And calls the dead from Death’s eternal thralls
The charnel wind doth howl thy cursed name
Charcoaled woods where lifeless phantoms creep
Thy servants tread on bones now burnt by flame
While shadows writhe as if they wake from sleep
The rites thou...
Where tombs lie sundered by unholy will
A sorcery of black and fetid ties
Awakens whispers in the midnight chill
O necromancy, art of dread and gloom
Thy eldritch chords resound in cryptic halls
Thy power rends the sanctity of tomb
And calls the dead from Death’s eternal thralls
The charnel wind doth howl thy cursed name
Charcoaled woods where lifeless phantoms creep
Thy servants tread on bones now burnt by flame
While shadows writhe as if they wake from sleep
The rites thou...
#curse
#dark
#death
#graveyard
#magic
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Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
30th Dec 2024 6:05pm
30th Dec 2024 6:05pm
Thinking of you..
#curse
#TruthOfLife
44 reads
2 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
28th Dec 2024 7:09am
28th Dec 2024 7:09am
Usurper of Cosmic Tides
Lo, beneath the vault of yon heavens rend
Where aether’s weave in twain was cruelly split
Did planes unbidden sunder, twist, and blend
And realms of mortal ken to chaos flit
A harvest grim, by blood and bane besought
Was wrought upon those cursed forbidden fields
Where shards of divinity lay broken and fraught
Cloven, yet vast puissance still they yield
What ancient seals were forged in elder days
To keep the light from touching dread’s domain
Now sunder’d lie, as horror lifts its gaze
And cursed shapes do tread where none...
Where aether’s weave in twain was cruelly split
Did planes unbidden sunder, twist, and blend
And realms of mortal ken to chaos flit
A harvest grim, by blood and bane besought
Was wrought upon those cursed forbidden fields
Where shards of divinity lay broken and fraught
Cloven, yet vast puissance still they yield
What ancient seals were forged in elder days
To keep the light from touching dread’s domain
Now sunder’d lie, as horror lifts its gaze
And cursed shapes do tread where none...
#curse
#dark
#magic
#night
#universe
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