Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
13th Nov 2024 10:58am
13th Nov 2024 10:58am
Hopeful Thoughts
A little can of hope keeps me going everyday.
I take a sip and all my problems go away.
It's filled with positive thoughts,no fears.
That goes down my throat and erases all my tears.
It's like a happy delight.
Not having troublesome thoughts at night.
Does this delight come from above?
The one thing that heals my heart.
Is it from another part of the world?
Or is that not the right word?
When I'm sad,I take a sip.
Of positive thoughts and desires.
When I feel troubled, I take a sip.
And I...
I take a sip and all my problems go away.
It's filled with positive thoughts,no fears.
That goes down my throat and erases all my tears.
It's like a happy delight.
Not having troublesome thoughts at night.
Does this delight come from above?
The one thing that heals my heart.
Is it from another part of the world?
Or is that not the right word?
When I'm sad,I take a sip.
Of positive thoughts and desires.
When I feel troubled, I take a sip.
And I...
#dark
#happiness
#hope #sadness
#hope #sadness
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Academic
Poem Published
11th Nov 2024 1:29pm
11th Nov 2024 1:29pm
Cenotaph Remembrances!
By Stanley Collymore
Brave Kate? Really? Give us a
bloody break! When her
sort, the rest of the
Windsors kind, the politicians, bankers
and the arms dealers, who collectively
obviously profit from war, tell the rest
of us we must distinctively fight their
induced wars as it's distinctly, a very
genuinely needed, and undoubtedly
too a noble cause! No, it isn't! So be
honest, obviously brave and clearly
defiant for once in evidently telling
them that they, and essentially also ...
Brave Kate? Really? Give us a
bloody break! When her
sort, the rest of the
Windsors kind, the politicians, bankers
and the arms dealers, who collectively
obviously profit from war, tell the rest
of us we must distinctively fight their
induced wars as it's distinctly, a very
genuinely needed, and undoubtedly
too a noble cause! No, it isn't! So be
honest, obviously brave and clearly
defiant for once in evidently telling
them that they, and essentially also ...
#dark
#denial
#emptiness
#greed
#hate
50 reads
5 Comments
Academic
Poem Published
11th Nov 2024 1:06pm
11th Nov 2024 1:06pm
True causes of riots in Amsterdam handily shunned, by a virtue signalling Dutch king seeking popularity!
By Stanley Collymore
More nonsense from Holland's Wilem-
Alexander, since he either knows or
should do so what racial ethnicity
those odious Nazis, exclusively of Europe or
else Europeans quite basically in obviously
discernibly genocidally acquired lands like
Australia, New Zealand, Canada and aptly
quite undeniably clearly the USA, actually
ethnically were rather undoubtedly in the
1930s, and similarly also, the 1940s and
still are distinctly so in the 21st Century!
Quite undoubtedly also, very exclusively ...
More nonsense from Holland's Wilem-
Alexander, since he either knows or
should do so what racial ethnicity
those odious Nazis, exclusively of Europe or
else Europeans quite basically in obviously
discernibly genocidally acquired lands like
Australia, New Zealand, Canada and aptly
quite undeniably clearly the USA, actually
ethnically were rather undoubtedly in the
1930s, and similarly also, the 1940s and
still are distinctly so in the 21st Century!
Quite undoubtedly also, very exclusively ...
#dark
#denial
#emptiness
#greed
#hate
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Rew
Poem Published
9th Nov 2024 5:08pm
9th Nov 2024 5:08pm
The Wisdom of the Supreme Orange
Sold by orders of the old Orange king
damned the grand canyon becomes a sea of oil,
as millions puckered up to kiss his ring,
In tattered rags the blews now poor drab things
thankful for Rouge-Leaders few cents of toil
sold, by orders of the old Orange king...
As from state rest camps migrant voices sing
Praise Him, who's smog saved their rations from sun's spoil,
as millions puckered up to kiss his ring,
(The sky, dark, from slag-heaps fug, still burning,
smog from coast to coast churns the spoiled earth...
damned the grand canyon becomes a sea of oil,
as millions puckered up to kiss his ring,
In tattered rags the blews now poor drab things
thankful for Rouge-Leaders few cents of toil
sold, by orders of the old Orange king...
As from state rest camps migrant voices sing
Praise Him, who's smog saved their rations from sun's spoil,
as millions puckered up to kiss his ring,
(The sky, dark, from slag-heaps fug, still burning,
smog from coast to coast churns the spoiled earth...
#dark
#rhyming
54 reads
1 Comment
Academic
Poem Published
8th Nov 2024 1:22pm
8th Nov 2024 1:22pm
Are the white British in a retrogressive state or have they always been this stupid?
By Stanley Collymore
I think it's high time that this question
be seriously asked: how in the 2024,
effectively the 21st Century, do we
still have families calling themselves royal; not
only in Britain, which is rather simply, my main
concern, but obviously contemptibly globally?
Essentially, we're meant to be living in an age
where we're informed, in no uncertain terms,
that everyone shall obviously be viewed and
also generally, treated equally in the eyes of
the law; and yet somehow, there still openly
exists...
I think it's high time that this question
be seriously asked: how in the 2024,
effectively the 21st Century, do we
still have families calling themselves royal; not
only in Britain, which is rather simply, my main
concern, but obviously contemptibly globally?
Essentially, we're meant to be living in an age
where we're informed, in no uncertain terms,
that everyone shall obviously be viewed and
also generally, treated equally in the eyes of
the law; and yet somehow, there still openly
exists...
#dark
#denial
#emptiness
#greed
#hate
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Naajir
Poem Published
8th Nov 2024 8:47am
8th Nov 2024 8:47am
Musk
baby i want you to wear my love
like a warm electric blanket draped over your aura
highlighting your essence with my smooth dominance
slow stroking your sub-conscious
evening out your throbbing curvature
one evening at a time
moonstruck by my thickness
like wafting memorabilia...a feint hint
fingering you in inappropriate public spaces
your dark opiate...a distant voice
gettin up close and personal behind the closed doors
of your secretive...
like a warm electric blanket draped over your aura
highlighting your essence with my smooth dominance
slow stroking your sub-conscious
evening out your throbbing curvature
one evening at a time
moonstruck by my thickness
like wafting memorabilia...a feint hint
fingering you in inappropriate public spaces
your dark opiate...a distant voice
gettin up close and personal behind the closed doors
of your secretive...
#erotic
#memories
#spiritual #dark
#spiritual #dark
292 reads
3 Comments
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
5th Nov 2024 5:47pm
5th Nov 2024 5:47pm
Dis Iz Elmo Fool
Carroll, David, Jerry, Frank, Leslie, Erik, Jim are the bitches behind the mask
All you pussy puppet motherfuckas can kiss Elmo’s red ass,
“Along with those half-retarded germ infested kids
Elmo Da Fool is gonna show you how a motherfucka live,
“At one time Elmo was the world’s number one beloved toy
Bringing joy to every stanking ass little girl and shit-stained boy,
“They having a good ole’ time, watch Elmo shake and giggle
Check this out. Now you can watch how Elmo’s bullets wiggle,
“What Elmo is bringing every day are...
All you pussy puppet motherfuckas can kiss Elmo’s red ass,
“Along with those half-retarded germ infested kids
Elmo Da Fool is gonna show you how a motherfucka live,
“At one time Elmo was the world’s number one beloved toy
Bringing joy to every stanking ass little girl and shit-stained boy,
“They having a good ole’ time, watch Elmo shake and giggle
Check this out. Now you can watch how Elmo’s bullets wiggle,
“What Elmo is bringing every day are...
#dark
#monsters
91 reads
8 Comments
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
31st Oct 2024 3:44pm
31st Oct 2024 3:44pm
The Twilight Green (Lordress of the Dark Nature) (Ghostlords of the Witch)
#dark
#fear
#ghosts
88 reads
2 Comments
Academic
Poem Published
30th Oct 2024 12:48pm
30th Oct 2024 12:48pm
USA elections - don't count your political chickens before they're hatched!
By Stanley Collymore
Donald Trump has no policies
and what he and his ilk glibly,
glaringly and very gloatingly
pass off as such are firmly based on and
deeply entrenched in hatred, arrogance
and the clearly delusional myth of white
supremacy! Evidently then obviously no
wonder that he unquestionably attracts
rather intellectually challenged, gullible,
dimwitted and literally demented cunts
generally, and, similarly so, pathetically
self-professed celebrity ones, basically
like the South African deeply...
Donald Trump has no policies
and what he and his ilk glibly,
glaringly and very gloatingly
pass off as such are firmly based on and
deeply entrenched in hatred, arrogance
and the clearly delusional myth of white
supremacy! Evidently then obviously no
wonder that he unquestionably attracts
rather intellectually challenged, gullible,
dimwitted and literally demented cunts
generally, and, similarly so, pathetically
self-professed celebrity ones, basically
like the South African deeply...
#dark
#denial
#emptiness
#greed
#hate
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
30th Oct 2024 10:40am
30th Oct 2024 10:40am
Im Your God
I’m Your God
In the shade of moon, where shadows dwell,
I'll weave a tale of your self-made hell.
Mind pulses with dread, despair's gentle call,
Leading you softly as your barriers fall.
Taste me, discover the threads that rewind,
Your heart locked in darkness, no light to shine.
Come, crawl faster, with blind faith you tread,
Life slips through your fingers, as it hangs by a thread.
I’m your God, tugging at every edge,
Warping perception, lost in the hedge.
Blinded by whispers that cloud your sight,...
In the shade of moon, where shadows dwell,
I'll weave a tale of your self-made hell.
Mind pulses with dread, despair's gentle call,
Leading you softly as your barriers fall.
Taste me, discover the threads that rewind,
Your heart locked in darkness, no light to shine.
Come, crawl faster, with blind faith you tread,
Life slips through your fingers, as it hangs by a thread.
I’m your God, tugging at every edge,
Warping perception, lost in the hedge.
Blinded by whispers that cloud your sight,...
#dark
#devil
#God #shadows
#God #shadows
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
29th Oct 2024 9:37am
29th Oct 2024 9:37am
Silent Night, Evil Night- 1974
Silent night, stalker night, horror has come home
deck the halls with blood, murder underneath the mistletoe
a deranged and misogynist game, never see his face, no one knows his name
hidden deep in the attic dark, waxing feral, clinically insane
first was little Claire, he strangled her with care
she stares, with dead eyes thru her plastic shroud on the rocking chair
daddy came to town, but he'll never find her here
she might be dead, but still she rocks in decomposing Christmas cheer
cops couldn't find a clue, so they tapped the phone to hear...
deck the halls with blood, murder underneath the mistletoe
a deranged and misogynist game, never see his face, no one knows his name
hidden deep in the attic dark, waxing feral, clinically insane
first was little Claire, he strangled her with care
she stares, with dead eyes thru her plastic shroud on the rocking chair
daddy came to town, but he'll never find her here
she might be dead, but still she rocks in decomposing Christmas cheer
cops couldn't find a clue, so they tapped the phone to hear...
#dark
#evil
#horror
#PopCulture
#scary
59 reads
4 Comments
Lilliputian
Poem Published
28th Oct 2024 7:54pm
28th Oct 2024 7:54pm
The Marionette and the Puppeteer
Having fun on his own, the puppeteer wanted any toy to pass the time with—a plaything for his lecherous mind. There, he noticed the puppet sleeping soundly in the same room—the perfect doll, he thought.
At first, it began with stolen glances and grazes across her figure. Then, when the lights were turned off and everyone was asleep, his show started, and his costume was on, designed to do tricks for her—tricks she had never felt before, and neither did she want to feel.
Paralyzed, lying like a corpse as he fastened the strings around her wrists, joints, and limbs, she...
At first, it began with stolen glances and grazes across her figure. Then, when the lights were turned off and everyone was asleep, his show started, and his costume was on, designed to do tricks for her—tricks she had never felt before, and neither did she want to feel.
Paralyzed, lying like a corpse as he fastened the strings around her wrists, joints, and limbs, she...
#dark
#manipulation
#suffering
#suicide
#violence
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