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wayne34

darkness

The sun sets in the evening sky
The dying blue sun kissed haze
Darkness approches
Creeping slowly in
His dark cape
Blanketing the
Evening sky
Envelopes
Subdues
Deathly darkness
Engulffs all
Taken beneath his darkend cape
The still ness dark the sky still
Motionless
The blues sunlite sky now blackened
Darkness as decended
Death as knocked
The blue sky has gone
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Posted: Sep 2013
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steve1223

Zonbi

Here the dead walk
All night long they roam
To them belongs the whole city
Beware my friend, stay out of sight
For to them, you will become their dinner
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Posted: Sep 2013
About this poem:
The title "Zonbi" is Zombie in Haitian Creole ...
Haiti is the home place of zombies
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Enkidu

Shadows of shame

Let not the shadows of shame write my name.

Let not my lack of effort be the chains

that bind me in my pains.

Yet who among me will deny that is what

exactly I have arranged.

I have nothing now, No God, no love, no life,

no friend my heart cannot mend.

Many will say get up and walk thou sluggard!!

No time to waste, tis time to make haste to build again.

Life and love will not wait for those who

sit idle hoping for the sun to shine upon a darkened soul.

Yes, truly I have dug my own hole

I have made it the comfort zone for my weary bones.

I have surrendered to an evil I have come to

embrace and always known.

I have betrayed many but mostly myself

Those who reached out to me are gone and have just

faded away into the mist of forgetfulness.

Yea, truly the God who introduced himself to me

the night of my doubts and fears who sent his angels

to rescue me from my hopeless state

has now sealed my fate.

I have become lazy and complacent angry and sad

My emotional health is equally bad.

There is however, something I see in common with others

though my story is my own, I hear similar cries among

my sisters and brothers.

Some subtle and unique others loud with tears

on their cheeks.

Yet, who am I to help when so many seem to be selective

of the hand who reaches to feed them?

Am I equally shallow? To consider a maiden with much on her

plate looked unto me and considered my fate.

She offered all she had within her capacity I returned of

her kindness with audacity, criticism and ungratefulness.

I hope one day when it matters most when someone new

ever comes my way and offers me their hand I hope to be

brave enough to extend mine without biting theirs or

offering sand.

All my days I have taken for granted those who helped me on

my path and in return over my selfish, foolish pride

offered my wrath. I have used diplomacy and manipulation to a

science. I have allowed others do the same to me now I am

trusting in no one nor believing always discerning truth.

What I do know that many have tried to tell me is my way of

doing things has led me to poverty. So tell me what is the

better way?
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Posted: Aug 2013
About this poem:
I generally feel this way most of the time but at one point much before discovery this site did I write this over mistakes of the past.
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ShaitansMuse

Aeon of Shades

Dark of sky
Eerie fright
Beat of wing
Out of sight

Kiss of wind
Songs of night
Sprawling gloom
Visions blight


Raptors cry
Vermins plight
Sowing doom
From Angel heights

Ghastly fiend
'Nephilim' might
Reaping woe
Impedance slight

Baleful cry
Ceasing flight
'Rigor' of terror
In wings benight

'Aeon of Shades'
Savoring strife
Gleefully dines
On the spark of life.
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Posted: Oct 2013
About this poem:
ae·on [ee-uhn, ee-on] noun 1. (in Gnosticism) one of a class of powers or beings conceived as emanating from the Supreme Being and performing various functions in the operations of the universe.
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wayne34

poppy

On the battle field the bombs fell
Battle scared
Bomb craters
Dismemberd dead

Some partly alive shot
Blood stained
Some missing limbs
Over the battlements

They gather running as fast as they can
Dart here darting there
Falling bombs beware
With rifles in hand

And granades they slowly fight for their cause
Freedom their fighting cause
Milloins dead
Fallen dieing young

On flanders field they fight a lost cause
Blood flows the trenches deep
Poppies gather to the fallen they weep
Blood red they flutter in the wind they salute the fallen dead
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Posted: Oct 2013
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morgen90210

Marked for Death (Let it rest) !!!

A child was born on the death of her parents,
Killed by a ruthless gang treating them like ants.

They were witness to their illegal flesh trade,
A contract to silent them to the grave was made.

She was cared for by those into her case,
And one by one died taking over their place.

They had a badge, gun and respect to their name,
Until another group will end up the same.
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Posted: Oct 2013
About this poem:
I watched this action packed sad movie
the end is so tragic. . . she is alone coz everyone is dead. . the crooks and the cops too!
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wayne34

a world upside down

a world upside down
Where there was once
Leaves are now roots
Mountains suspended like v shapes
Suspended in soft pillow white clouds
Resting their peaks

Chimneys blowing smoke into the ground
Turning fields dark and black soot clings to leave of the trees
Water now where sky was once blue
Stomy weather belows the upside down earth
Animal run crazy
Houses resting on their roofs with people living in the roof
Gardens that don't exit empty swimming pools filled with dirt
Oh what a crazy world to live in
Oh its a mad mad world
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Posted: Oct 2013
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wayne34

Bomfire

Who's this guy faulks his name
Into the deapths
To parliment he went
Hired a basement
His plot began

He loaded the basement
The gun powder
He bought
His explosive black gold

Filled to the rafters
His barrels of gunpowder
He waits for
Parliment to start

The king must die this day
Blown to kingdom come
Waiting for the king with his lighted matches
He wait till his luck runs out
A final inspection
Foils his plot

Take to the tower of london he is
Interogated on the rack
His confesion he does sign

The condemed man he is
Tried is he
Taken to the jibbard is he
His life forfit
Tried to hang dissembowled
And quarted is he
So remember the fool guy faulks is he
He died a traiters death
Rembered is he
The 5 novermber
The informous faulkes is he
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Posted: Oct 2013
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morgen90210

Betrayal Fall

You stole my loving wife,
Bruised her body blue and black,
I never laid hands on her,
Watched you made her cry every night.

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Broke my son's leg,
coz he didn't listen,
Nor follow your orders,
He's only a teenager.

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Terrorized my little girl,
She will never trust another stranger,
I saw fear in her eyes,
She will never face that again,I promise.

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Following your every move,
Every waking hour everyday,
Time for us to meet comrade,
And just to be certain I'll stabbed your heart.
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Posted: Nov 2013
About this poem:
Betrayal Rise
Betrayal Fall
Betrayal Ire

Don't look back. .
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morgen90210

Betrayal Ire

I am the ghost of your past,
The one you thought buried at last,
You never watch your back,
And I'm here to clear my debt.



It's cold and raining,
Just like the last time we met,
Surprise to see me in the flesh,
By the way how's my family Jack?



What happened, you seem all white,
Oh yes, You left me stone dead,
But somehow God got some other plans,
Coz you've been treating my family bad!



You took away my family,
For some piece of stupid contract,
How much was I worth?
For you to betrayal your comrade!
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Posted: Nov 2013
About this poem:
Betrayal Rise
Betrayal Fall
Betrayal Ire

Time for a Rain check! ! ! Pay back
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