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Petals drifted through the air
Caressing my pale stony flesh
With eyes that was dead cold
Buried with a story that was left untold
A corpse without a voice
In purgatory I unyielding my wrath
The fury that was buried with me
Disguised with a bed of roses it seems
Enclosed in an exquisite casket
Mourned by passing strangers
Are they sad for my departure
or my unrevealed disclosure?
Bury me in roses
Intertwined me with thorns
The reaper had ascend to claim me
But the torment still goes on...
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I'm still working on writing...I've been...poetry depleted for several weeks now. Here's something I wrote a couple months ago, I don't know if I posted it on the other group or not:
You, me, us, together,
Life seems to go on forever,
People, places, houses, things,
All we see is objects not human beings,
Teens texting and Facebook users,
Youtube bloggers or like button abusers,
Fantasy, fiction, fake, unreal,
Lies the government conceals,
Trees that grow or get chopped down,
Falling freely to the ground,
Blue skies covered all in grey,
24 hours to a day,
Babies crying or peacefully sleeping,
Ovens, microwaves, monitors beeping,
Somebody weeping, Liberty’s sleeping, freedom living, but no one’s giving.
Siblings fighting, government lying, people sighing, no use crying,
Smoking, drinking, partying, sinning,
The world is falling, no one’s winning,
Cities flooded or covered in snow,
What’s going on? No one knows.
Who is no one? The people, the mob, the crowd, the mass,
Things in scriptures come to pass
All the wicked and sinners will have to pay,
The Second Coming is on its way
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@ Bri, i wonder i was ur age and cud still restrain myself into rhyme schemes...aww i miss my poems with rhyme...u know, rhyme just delights me...and thats what your poem has done! Delightful!
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Into the shadows of Darkness,
Gleaming like the Midnight Sun,
There lies a Desire Unquenched;
Condemned to live in the fear of Light,
Condemned to be Imprisoned for Life,
Named Untouchable, Filthy, Poor, Wretched
Desire. Taboo, if i gave it Light
And Death if i didn't, of my mind.
I wish to Live, that's my desire
And this world won't let me!
The World want me Dead!
I have sinned too much!
Sinned by being Happy,
Sinned by Winning,
Sinned by taking birth, for it
Added to the Unnecessary Burdens on the Earth.
Added to the grief of those who lost.
Added to the sorrow of those who rejoice my sadness.
But Have I Lost Yet?
No! I have not lost yet!
If you don't want me to Smile, I'll Laugh!
If you don't want me to Win, I'll be the Alexander!
If you don't want me to Live, I'll Burn you
With the jealousy and Sadness that I am Alive!
If it's a Taboo, I'll have it as my Addiction!
If I am condemned by you to see Light, I'll Outshine
The Darkness in which you want me to be Tamed!
If I am Condemned by you, I'll Break Free!
Because I am a Sinner, who desires to Sin,
And if Life is my Sin, Then I will Sin
For the rest of my Life...!!!
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I'm still working on writing...I've been...poetry depleted for several weeks now. Here's something I wrote a couple months ago, I don't know if I posted it on the other group o..."
Thank you!
And yours is way better than mine! I love it, and like Prerak pointed out, it rhymes, which I have a hard time doing so for my poems (hard but not tough, haha) And the fact that it tells about the truth!
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Thank you for your compliment! I don't know if I deserved it, haha. I love the last two stanzas, and I'm amazed that I wrote that. (not being narcissistic, but I was like, wow, did I just wrote that?) XD
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Into the shadows of Darkness,
Gleaming like the Midnight Sun,
There lies a Desire Unquenched;
Condemned to live in the fear of Light,
Condemned to be Imprisoned for Life,
Named Unt..."
Wow, this is epic. First of all, the title caught my eyes, I have a thing with titles, XD And second, the emotions are flying everywhere! In a good way. There's mockery! Sarcasm! Teeny bit of vulnerability at the first few lines, but it's really energetic in the end. Love it!
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Into the shadows of Darkness,
Gleaming like the Midnight Sun,
There lies a Desire Unquenched;
Condemned to live in the fear of Light,
Condemned to be Imprisoned for Life,
Named Unt..."
Amazing! I loved that!
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Natshane wrote: "Bury me in rosesPetals drifted through the air
Caressing my pale stony flesh
With eyes that was dead cold
Buried with a story that was left untold
A corpse without a voice
In purgatory I unyield..."
Nice one Nat ;)
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Aww, then I should try giving bad reviews sometimes, haha! JKJK!
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Petals drifted through the air
Caressing my pale stony flesh
With eyes that was dead cold
Buried with a story that was left untold
A corpse without a voice
In pu..."
Thanks Andrea! Hope to write more awesome ones too, haha.
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Me too, me too. I need muse! Maybe I should listen to Muse's songs.
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Of what she’s gonna do, of what she’s looking for.
Where is her life going? Who should she be?
Should she stay in her home town? Or fly and be free?
The things that she loves aren’t a comfort anymore,
Has she gained nothing from her work but to be aching and sore?
Her face showing concern, should she just give up?
If God doesn’t answer, she’ll be out of luck.
Her friends and herself, she must admit are insane,
They play with fire, with matches, and with propane.
(to be continued)
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Intoxicating
Like hugs from behind,
That smell that’s just him,
The way I catch my breath,
When I see him 'cross the room
His touch on my arm,
The way he holds me close,
His breath on my ear,
Life a velvet rose.
Testing
Quiet tables with shoulders bent,
Constant *shh"s and shuffling feet,
Muffled yawns and frustrated sighs,
Writing from my hands I must entreat.
Silent proctors with knowing eyes,
Rushing to those whos hands are raised,
A tap on the back or a hand on the shoulder,
They, like the claw, decide who goes and who stays.
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The smell of the salt, the feel of the wind,
The sky a pale blue, with wisps of a cloud,
The sound of the ocean, comforting and loud,
As I sit in the sand, I dig my toes deep,
So comforting and warm, I could almost fall asleep.
The sun’s shining bright, high in the sky,
As I wait for a sailboat to catch my eye,
There’s a sailor there, tall and refined,
With deep tanned skin and eyes so kind,
He sails through the wind on a brand new schooner,
A smile on his face full of mischief and wonder,
Across the way, riding a wave, a bright yacht sails majestically,
Its captain stands tall, with eyes bright, standing next to his beautiful wife,
Sail boats of every size pass through the water with a graceful glide,
All different colors and kinds, how, I say, will I ever decide?
The wind continues to rush over my arms, over my face, like a magic charm,
As I sit laid back on the comfortable beach, my mind wanders far out of reach,
Across the waters deep and blue, far away from the hurt and nearer to the new,
The sun shines bright and there’s a smell of salt in the air,
I reach up to fly, the wind rushing through my hair,
Then suddenly I’m back, laying in the sand, but you’re sitting there, holding my hand,
With a smile on your face and laughter in your eyes, you pick me up with a yell
Bounding towards the ocean, I scream in delight as the water washes over us,
And with that my mind cleared all the faraway places, concentrating on now,
I remember the reason, why I love you so much, and when I smile, I know you can tell.
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Happy birthday Helen dear, you’re 16 now,
You’re growing older each day, but don’t have a cow,
Life is short, so grab hold with both hands,
Give it all you got, and don’t do hand stands,
Enjoy your hobbies, and flirt with the boys,
But remember dear, they aren’t your toys,
Dance your heart out, but sometimes relax,
Listen to your friends when they say chillax,
God loves you hon, don’t forget,
And if you disagree, well…you wanna bet?
So have fun, be yourself, do your best,
And remember, this life is a test,
So I’ll tell you something that is very true:
Helen dear, I wuves you <3
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And they are so good! ~Claps hands~
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Intoxicating
Like hugs from behind,
That smell that’s just him,
The way I catch my breath,
When I see him 'cross the gym,
His touch on my arm,
The way he holds me close,
His breath on my ear,
Life a velvet rose.
The butterflies I feel,
Whenever he is near,
The way that I know,
I’ve got nothing to fear,
The feel of his hand,
Holding onto mine,
Wishing I could stay here,
Wish to stop the time.
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RosesEveryday what I see
Is a girl in black who weeps
A single rose she holds on still
And I know, that girl is me.
Everyday I come to visit
To be with you in a way
But I know you’re not really here
Why have you left me?
I walk forward and kneel
It’s strange how lonely it feels
That I lost you one day
And I still miss you in every way
I hold on to the rose
Gold on tight, for our love
Don’t clean the tears, let them fall
One the ground, while I mourn
I feel the thorns sink in
On the palm of my skin
But it’s my heart that hurts
My love for you still burns
I leave a rose on your grave
A new one, everyday
A garden for you to see
And from above, you think of me.
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Haha, yeah it does!
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Everyday what I see
Is a girl in black who weeps
A single rose she holds on still
And I know, that girl is me.
Everyday I come to visit
To be with you in a way
But I know you’re not r..."
Great one Andrea! And you just made me love romantic poems more, XD
And you too Bri!
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Whoa effect again Bri. Haha
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Natshane wrote: "Andrea (Dru) wrote: "RosesEveryday what I see
Is a girl in black who weeps
A single rose she holds on still
And I know, that girl is me.
Everyday I come to visit
To be with you in a way
Bu..."
Thanks Nat :D
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Everyday what I see
Is a girl in black who weeps
A single rose she holds on still
And I know, that girl is me.
Everyday I come to visit
To be with..."
You're welcome:)
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Books mentioned in this topic
Let the Right One In (other topics)The Girl Across the Water (other topics)
like this one's mine:
Satisfaction
(A Synonym for Vanity)
Frustrated with my incompetence,
I screamed aloud with force.
—WHAT DO I WANT!!!???—
Living in the insomniac pleasure, I wished,
To live satisfactorily and in peaceful bliss.
The flames of my lamp, then, heaved and breathed aloud,
As they were going to be doused to a sooty cloud.
This simply looked the end of the flame,
That once soared freely, even in the blissful rain.
Was it tired of the fight that it fought against the drops?
Or was it age that made it suddenly stop?
But neither is the tire, nor the age,
The reason of its final rage.
But the laze and boredom that now rests inside it,
And the hatred for the above that wants it to be suicide (d).
It never could wish peace, and not even now,
But even though it knows the way, it doesn’t know how,
To live on the word, and not on the heart,
That now has become greedy for the sleek and the retard.
Let me live, as it begs to its inner self,
That mocks its weakness and kills its zeal and zest.
It is split into two parts,
Of one that wants peace and the other that wants shards.
For years it has desired shards,
As the shards gives it a reason to burn the dark.
But now that the dark wishes to play its mirage,
It is being fooled by the reality shown by the dark
But what the dark shows is not what it inside is,
It may seem alluring but it is not worth living it.
It’s better to burn than to live in peace,
Because when a man starts to live satisfactorily,
Its further growth begins to cease...