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Through an Angel's EyeThrough an Angel's Eye by ~tommyboywood
Some see the world through their rose-colored glasses,
some see it only as bad.
Some see man split into one of three classes,
some see it only as sad.
They say the eye to the soul is a window,
some find such introspect lame.
Still others prefer to focus on shadow,
some look for fortune and fame.
To see the world softly through colors sublime,
requires a heart that is pure.
Yes, to see the world as an angelic rhyme,
the eye must be steady and sure.
Through the eyes of an angel she captures our world,
the wonder of God in her lens.
By virtue of her work beauty is unfurled,
earning her many a friend.
Things Ill Never ShareIt’s been too long since I have seenThings Ill Never Share by ~No-Face181
A familiar face inside my dreams
Covered bodies, constant blurs
Voices echo into slurs
All I see are eyes that stare
There’s bloodshed in my nightmares
And, although I never try to be
The killer ends up being me
I awake and never feel at rest
Sleepless nights weighed down by stress
That instinct lives within my thoughts
A sickness, a virus that never stops
It seems I’ve lead myself to think
I need a smoke or maybe a drink
An outlet, but I must resist
Biting my nails or cutting my wrists
I will always fight this urge to kill
I can remain calm and tranquil
Its only human to have this d
StrangledThe loneliness strangles meStrangled by ~killa382
It chokes me tightly
Slowly gasping for air
Painfully dying
I start to lose conscience
I fall into the ground
Crawling to a corner
To die alone
No one to help me
Im all alone
I take one last breath
To expire on the ground
SeppukuA blue sky greets me as I kneel to the ground.Seppuku by ~DoktorOttoDerrmann
I hear the rushing wind and the sacred water sound.
The cold, grey stone upon my knee,
As I prepare myself for eternity.
I take a solemn look at my silent crowd,
Those cruel, dark faces scream so loud.
They want me to do the final deed.
I'll plunge the tanto in. They'll see me bleed.
I look for a while at my full rice bowl,
And prepare for the next cycle of my soul.
What shall I be? A man or god?
Shall my next life be lived in the mud and sod?
I finish quickly so we don't delay.
By now the light is fading away.
I take up the pen and start to write,
To put brush to paper is one last delight.
"
a poet from Siberiafrom ruthless deedsa poet from Siberia by ~ChampMagnetique
to place where
the devil is absent
rambling soul
settled down
under the mountain
wrapped up by
the merciful serpent
unaware of wrath
calling himself
a poet from Siberia
he planted rusty nails
and bred odd stories
the astonished evening
found friend in barrens
where heirloom sank
during the muddy supper
and his weary shoes
walk by themselves
under the lead sky
ring in the clock tower
when electric quest
starts with the blackout
it's time to confess
to be merely mortal
behold! the solitude
of indistinct fable
leads to tranquility
but never to treasure
Last Song of the NightYour handsLast Song of the Night by ~ThouShallNotFall
upon my
waist
Pulling me
closer to
your
Chest, my
arms around
your
Neck, swaying
to and
fro
To the
80's love
song
You, I
and the
room
Are spinning
almost as
fast
As my
head, and
the
Speakers beat
almost as
loud
As my
heart.
We are the King and Queen of Broken DreamsStanding still in a mine field, staring at all we have left.We are the King and Queen of Broken Dreams by ~indigoXD9
We were so young, we didn’t stop to think.
Now we’re in a car crash, teetering on the brink.
If you were to leave me now, I don’t know what I’d do.
It was a whirl wind romance,
A light when all was black, a spark of something when all was bleak.
You swept me off my feet and made me feel brand new.
I thought we could live forever and I’m certain you did to.
We built a house without foundations
And now we’re falling down,
Everything’s crumbling around us, time slipping through out fingertips.
People used to walk past us but they were to drunk to see,
That our lives are coming apart around us, there is no light as far as we can see.
There was no fire to start with,
Just two broken things, the world had left behind.
The casualties of other people’s dreams of power, money and control,
Spat out onto the curb to rot away and die.
We never stood a chance or so
Poetry contestPoetry for a cause is holding a poetry contest starting May 19th and ending August 6th admission fee is $5 usd the shortest the poem can be is 1 paragraph please do not exceed over 3 pages. The grand prize winner will receive a 16gb Ipod touch and their poetry in a book and their picture in the newspaper the second place winner will receive a 50 dollar gift card to a store of their choosing and 3 runner ups will win a 20 dollar gift card to walmart if you are interested in entering the contest comment or send a note and we will get back to you with the information you need to send in the admission fee. all money received goes to the ASPCA for homeless and abused animals and the ronald mcdonald house charities.Poetry contest by ~poetry4life212
The HourglassWatch the hands go round and round.The Hourglass by ~DoktorOttoDerrmann
Ahhhh, how long have I been sitting here,
Listening to the grandfather clock?
Watching him ticking away?
Watching the polished wood yellow and rot?
And with every sound he makes
More maggots eat his wooden flesh.
Every grain that falls is an eternity!
In the firelight you can see the glass.
The dust that coats the cracking bulb,
Listening to the sand that trickles down.
Listening to the passing hours.
With every grain that filters through
Another man sleeps eternally.
The sundial stands defiant!
From my leather chair I see it!
It stands defiant in the plaza below me!
Standing in the moonlit night.
Standin
Lost Above The Stars.Shining through the forsaken lightLost Above The Stars. by ~PassionateMasochist
I struggle to find what is mine,
Something I lost so long before
Above the sky near the broken door.
I'm walking through the skies so high
The life of which is the uncounted twine.
The world dies through my crimson eyes
As I try so hard to gain my sight,
I feel its time to say goodbye
Looking up at the forsaken skies,
I squint my eyes 'cause it's so bright
I look away with a grieving sigh.
I look at you
Now you look at me,
The plethora of clouds is what's meant to be,
The stars are here
They will shine on me
I'll be in heaven
While you search for me.
Blind. Deaf. Helpless.I love that you all think the world's safe.Blind. Deaf. Helpless. by *thepumpkin-queen
I love how you live your life day after day and believe that your routine will continue at its pace.
I love how you think that eventually things will change.
I love how you look into that televised piece of metal and glass and believe everything that you see.
I love how you walk around blindly.
I love how you say you wish things could be better when you don't even have the guts to start trying.
I love how you all bitch, whine and complain because everything you want won't come to you, like love, money, power, or fame.
I love watching you all on the highway, honking and screaming because life as you know it won't ever be good enough and your neighbor driving next to you is ignorant.
I love that you all give into sin.
I love how you think that just because you're a good person means that it'll all save you in the end.
I love how you all start to panic.
I love that you all become quickly patriotic when something goes wrong but you're too late to
End the Heartached PainShe lied awake for hoursEnd the Heartached Pain by ~babydarlin94
Trying desperately to drown the voices
The voices she had heard in her head
The echoes got stronger
She wanted to scream
She wanted to end it all with the shattered pane
Staring at the ceiling
She knew it had to happen
She needed to drown out the torture
The pain
And the sorrows
Wanting to scream for the torture
Too much to bare any longer
She'd grab her shirt and begin to tear
Tearing at the seams
She knew it was no longer possible
Her heart had already been brought
Brought to the surface
Of an aching tortured past
Constant Vessel MajesticoSmooth and sleek as a horseConstant Vessel Majestico by ~Bodacious-bomb
Strong and heavy like a rushing plane
Electricity and power surge through taught metallic strings
Friend and partner in crime to rule the sky
Sweet like pies baked from moon unicorns
Bold and spicy as metals shred
Cool like smooth water in the calm
Friend and partner in crime to rule the sky
Smells like a fresh breeze over the mountains
Like resin and out of the box
Invisible candle smoke, intoxicating wildfire smoke
Friend and partner in crime to rule the sky
Graceful and grand like a skiing elephant
Cherry red sleek body, modest tan neck
Shiny knobs, metallic vines from the silver lining behind shad
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