Remembering the Irish Famine !
In 1845 more than 1 million people died in Ireland from starvation when blight disease wiped out the potatoe crop. At the time Ireland was under British rule and suffered much oppression. To the present day the population hasn't recovered.
FULFILLMENT
Just full of big dreams
Monster(I am)
Such is man...were it not so!
kingdom
I wish to hold the hand of god And travel with him To his kingdom To be at peace From life mortal pain The stresses of life The curse of germs That follow mankind The sickness one canot escape The mortal infliction man does on to man
shape-shifters
hi everyone! been on this site before,and have written many poems,writing is in my blood,along with creativity..let your mind be the vehicle,your pen be the gas pedal,and your spirit be the road.
I am gone
Kinda miss that other me...He'll be back someday hopefully....
Seclusion
Sometimes one can feel lonely, even in a crowd....
the wolf (lyrics)
yes this is dark,but then again i let my imagination run wild!! when i get on these tears,theres no stoping me.
the drowning man
inspired by a song-by the cure.music has a big impact on mood and drives what i write,like many have said,its a different language all its own,MUSIC is very important in my life.
transformation
i confess,i wish i was a werewolf...this poet loves nature very much,and a little imagination from yours truly,really helps.
in this life
this poet has a hard time understanding why it always seems that the kind-hearted people seem to get the worst diseases..so i question why? we've all been to this place before..this is just my words,but it still doesn't answer why?
Poem for a cutter
A true story...
hangman
Your last meal Given do you eat or leave They will arrive soon Every sound you hear Bang of doors turn of key Voices hear Foot step approach your last drink You meal finished You stand and stir You tremble Weak you feel You lay d
--The Taking Of Her Smiles.-- (Dark).
Sadly this is a true story ! It happened almost 50 years ago, Today she's a fine elegant lady but still greatly affected ! Above all crimes I rate child abuse the worst !
Fireflies
Just how i feel about the world around me
Ascension
Whats coming through the mirror is still alive As I stand before me on the other side I see that what I am is not who I should be And
Black
This is mans heart tis more black than skin, As midnight is dark, the blackness within. Under bones and tissue it cannot be hid, Most wicked the issue, the evil it did. So the colour seeps thru, the red overcome, By something much darker, as dea
Haunting
I am haunted incapable of escaping you I would rather be tortured than lose you... You the haunted house your dark ancestors peer out of the windows
Standing Beside the Riverside
Just in deep dark thoughts of life....
I Dream of Angels but Live with Demons (Part 2)
Please be reminded any errors are mine as I hope not to offend with this subject matter, and I apologize in advance.
last poem smiling (cafe challenge )
lying back in deep thought twisted hurt inside screwing with the thoughts in a toxic world just popping into a lunar moon space in my mind floating around sweetly smiling i am a passionate lover yet i hide myself away from the
you can try
in darkness i find light,inspired by my own personal life.
New taste of being
still in the works not finished yet!
war-child
inspired by the song~when the children cry~my take on a very powerful and sad song by the band white lion,the message is clear.love over war.
The Beginning
Dead as far as eye can see Scattered all around her No sound to be heard, no living thing Alone, she was lost and lonely Slowly she rose, looked around Surely there was a way to escape here With careful steps around bodies she trod There had
I Killer
Really dark I know, I just wrote what came to me.
The great thirst
I'm fine...just what's coming out right now...
ghost
I feel your presence Your shadowry figure Your heavy breathing The cold of your breath The air chilled On the room where you enter I don't hear the door open But I feel you standing there Icy cold The hairs stand up I feel cold as yo
Green
Jealousy is an all consuming thing that destroys you from the inside out!
Viking Plunder
The Viking gallery slipped quietly through the night the oars just barely skimming the gentle swell sails were fur-lowed tight to help hide it from sight the warriors ready for the signal sounded by the bell Silently they landed, ferocious was
A cry
A Cry A cry of any living thing Is so hard to bear. To save a life, that's all it takes, You feel a glow that was not there. A baby needing a warm touch, A dog fighting to stay alive. An animal running from being hunted, An accident in sig
I have a dream
This poem was a real dream
Dragons
Fiery breath Teeth like blades Scales to protect Eyes dark Penetrating. Stare Wing s ready to take the air To fly upoun the naked winds To glide with ease To draw the dragons breath To fly and pounce To stare upon the dragond bre
Short Sharp Shock
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The Bridge
Sometimes it is dangerous to stop on a bridge To look out into still water as your hands touch the edge Then without knowing your toes are now hanging over the ridge All the thoughts flowing through your head A tear comes to your eye as you n
To a million Black Stars.
This was written after my stay in South Africa in 1961, the European doctrine of Apartheid was incomprehensible and not one iota of humanity attached to it, yet deemed the God given right of those who wheeled power. If there are uncomfortable lines, then the lines are not in vain.
floating
to fall in love,to have that best feeling in the world...then it all implodes on you.
a lost warrior
This poem is about lost and pain and how people judge you can do more harm then you can ever do so be wise and do not break or judge anyone for the hurt you can not see is the worst hurt there will ever be
Yellow
Psalm 56:3 "what time I am afraid I will trust in thee."
Scream
My head hurts too The noise around Hands pressed ears shielded To the white noise sensitive to the noise around I scream to the deafing noise I can't take any more I stand and stare eyes closed Into my own world I am consumed I
debt
The fear that debt could cause on your life
"Murder at Ten Thousand Millimeters"
'I found this laying on the ground,honest!' now gtfo me.