poam farewell
poam farewell
Warning To The World
This poem is a little dark. The Title says it all. Enjoy...R
The Night
The night twos dark, the sky was blue, in a dark alley, Satan flew, a bump was hit, a scream was heard, possesses my body, he's going to make me burn. The night was dark, the moon was full, looking through my crystal ball, I see you looking through..
burning alive
I walk alone through the empty darkness, The wind screaming out to me. The dull glow of the little street lamp above me, the only warmth for miles. Do you hear them?? Do you?? The voices whispering to the heart! They give a comfort which isn’t
~All That Fame~
We search of the lime light and once we get it we find its not what we thought it would be.
"Inferno" Tribute Part 6
Introspectives into madness
Show me
This is a self-degrading poem. You need to tear yourself down, else you shall be built up too unnaturally high and thus fall even further into despondency if and when you do fall from such lofty heights.
"Inferno" Tribute Part 2
I try to capture the vivid imagery that makes Dante's work so timeless, regardless of his then contemporary references that most don't understand without the aid of footnotes.
save me again
my baby save me again im drowning towards the end of life forever cant find my heart its missing i feel so blue i need you to love me losing my soul my baby save me again im drowning towards the end my baby save me save me im drowning towards the end
Please Let Me
*same as my other poems*
Twisted Irony
Those words are so easy to say No need to revise it again today As it falls from your lips away The price gets bigger for me to pay... I guess it’s all just the same In playing this little old mind game So make sure you shift the blame And
house of cards
play the hand you ve been dealt in a house full of cards we are many but so few win or loose cut to see fortunes won fortunes lost house of cards you dictate all people houses games lovers exit revolving door cards on the
words
Words become a sword when we cut someone should they be cruel words become a sword when they run you through piercing the heart of you sometimes deliberate sometimes in haste sometimes unintentional still they cut the same words are a
dragonfly
demons shed there dark to find there light demons feel no heart as they fall to earth they conquer fears to be with you they just do dragonfly fly above for i see a demons cry dragonfly fly above for i see a demons cry there dark shall be invaded by
True Life of Modeling
......heaven on earth back again into under far in between through it in it and above.......
From my friend Carlos..... Sadness
my friend Carlos wrote this luv his peoms
Your Hand Over My Mouth
This poem is for all the couples out there that either have the girl domanating the relationship or the man. It can go either way. But at the end neither one can help themselves.They have to give in.
GASP
GASP I'm drowning and dry land is out of reach. The ugly truth is the pains so deep. Hypothesis is a scrutiny, Tortured by poisons that run through my veins. Captured by demons who play wicked mind games. Solace doesn't come cheap
Finals
Sitting here with fists of rage All messed up from a single page Like an animal in a cage F#ck it it's only a test
exstiguish the vapors 2
looking into that dark sun as the battle comes near searching for the way will the way ever come clear exstiguish the vapors fight the new war as the kingdom sinks into oblivion we fight until the fight is won exstiguish the vapors find that bright b
beautiful liar
you are a devil with angels wings lying face down and drenched in gasoline you are the rain the is poison to my lungs you are a moment that darkens the sky keeping close just so you can always say goodbye you are a beautiful liar down deep inside be
Mortality
we are here just for a time. so we should make best use of it and enjoy as best as we can.
War
You strive to conquer And defeat your enemy Win at all cost As a war within yourself heightens And you tire before your time Win and lose yourself forever Burdened by the thoughts You travel the divide between madness and sanity
Nights of Thought
The title says it all. The rest your intelligent minds will figure out through reading and analyzing this poem.
A View of Life - 1996
Hopes I once had are now drowned in the sea of my mind No joy is left only pain in the core of my heart Thoughts are now full of unknown deepest fear torn apart by my senses Doubtfulness just rules me now then I ask - where is the s
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I have slept in the trees with Jane rung the bells for a gypsy's name I didn't give a damn and like kryptonite to superman was save by Lois and Marion in a forest was my saving grace as i walked away into the mystic et. al. empty space.
midnight radio
my pain with thump, thump, of a tire which melds with the rhyme of the road and reminds me once more of the emptiness of the night and my soul and the wailing song on this midnight radio.
? dark
Sweet and low the melodious rhythm the rhyme without reason of sleep and breathing the rapid of the RIM vibration of the uvula the tantalizing dream illicit brought to fruition - no black and white thoughts duplicit How goes the marc
I
I am cold I am hard Iam a bullet proof vest it all bounces off in public I could fire the shot I could pull the switch I could look you in the eyes and not shed a tear in public I can walk alone I can stand myself I can wander in soli
Twas the night before Christmas
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house Not a creature was stirring not even my spouse As she laid there so peaceful and all so calm I remembered last year I had her embalmed So I got my new hand cart I got last year And t
The Curse of the Dreamer
Walk with me a while, and let me tell you a tale of a boy who's eyes shone bright with the lustre of dreams. It was skin he'd never touched that brushed 'cross his cheek and lips he'd never taste that kissed his soul 'til he'd scream. He could in
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"A mouthful of cold wedges require forced swallow– oysters slide delightfully" COM
St. Palin
I'm Palin Oh! All that will be left is Stalin
Uwie
Uwie goowie was a worm and a good little worm was he. One day upone the railaway track the train he did not see. Uwie goowie
divining rod
I wander this restless road with nowhere to go under a sky blazing with certainty scorching these withered tired limbs I sip from my conscience here in this land of no water only rock in a moment i imagine I gulp it all down drowning in existe
beautiful dark
bitter pain of this life wasn't ready my friend no trust im just willow of pearls at the end rope is cut im just looking through my skin heart is beating so is my soul on this planet in my dreams on this road take me there into a beautiful dark
Bruised..
You carved your name on to my heart then cry out that its a part of moving on and to restart your bruised fame , Dull edged knife to my throat that you claim is a part of rounding up your emotions for a cull , Last night you hit me down
Keep it Movin
idk what to say its all n tha poem
BREAKFAST AIN'T EGGS BENEDICT FOR SURE
THE TRUTH IS, MANY YEARS AGO, I ONLY SPENT THREE DAYS IN JAIL, BUT AS I WALKED OUT I WONDERED ABOUT THE CONVICTS I MET AND NOW TOO MANY YEARS LATER I CHOSE TO WRITE ABOUT IT
lost in the shadow of madness
wrote this when i was in despair an trying give myself hope