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morgen90210

Betrayal Rise

I was left at death's gate,
Insidious filled hate,
Comrades from earlier dates,
Just waiting to see me dead.

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we fought wars side by side,
Staying alive with fruits and worm like,
Now they're the ones I'm running from,
Just to meet another day soon.

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I died a few minutes only,
Brought back for a second chance,
Revenge is not my main cause,
The lost and pain is my cost.

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Its raining outside,
I'm waiting inside,
Payment is long overdue,
Tonight I'm coming for you.
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Posted: Nov 2013
About this poem:
Betrayal Rise
Betrayal Fall
Betrayal Ire

Watch your back !
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Poppet83

Darkness.

Hello Darkness, my old friend, won't you come inside?

Sit an chat a moment, embrace me, maybe help me hide?


These worries and concerns are getting heavier day by day.

And dragging me down to a place I knew and I do not want to stay.


Many fear your presences. The emptiness they say you hold.

While others fear the Evil of a lightless world, or so I'm Told.


But I fear none of these, for the truth I have learned.

For the darkness they fear is that of their own souls being turned.


So, No, Friend, I don't fear you or the comfort that you give.

In fact I am grateful for the solitude in which you live.


You wrap yourself around me, engulf me with your peace.

A blessed pitch black, where my nightmares can ceases.


Within you I don't have to be so strong, I can let my emotions go.

Let the walls fall a bit, let the facade crack and let the tears flow.


And it may sound strange to those that do not know.

But with out you Darkness there can be no light to glow.


So let it be known that Darkness is not wicked nor is it scary.

It is what it is, a safe haven for the weary.
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Posted: Nov 2013
About this poem:
This was from a time when all i wanted to do was hide from life.
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IvoryPetals

"out"

Unkept promises, all yours my memory keeps count.
but my heart don't care about šum or the amount.
Each time you say "I promise" it receives your empty words without doubt
Naive be this heart but the mind has figured you out!
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Posted: Nov 2013
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steve1223

The Monster Inside

Behind these eyes you do not see
What’s really in here hiding
If you knew, you’d die of shock
And pray to God for deliverance

Blood red splattered walls
As the knife slowly slides in you
From groin to throat the flesh parts
Your insides wet and shiny

One quick yank, your intestines out
And around your throat I wind them
The look of shock on your face
Moments like this is what I live for

I nod and smile and shake your hand
And wish you a day so pleasant
Agree with you that it’s a lovely day
As we head off in different directions

How close you came you’ll never know
This monster here inside me
Come the day, when escape he will
And this day is coming closer
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Posted: Nov 2013
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byfaith

Aborted babies cry!

Innocent babes cut away; abortion the term used. Pro-life for me any day; those babies are abused. Sometimes you can't avoid; situations demands such action. But one gets annoyed, when it's "self" gratification. Yes, you want freedom; the freedom of choice. Well, babies need a medium; i am their voice. They want to live! Please, "feel" their pain. "Babies" had lots to give; those killed and maimed. We don't want to die; those souls say; "unanimously". such, a sad cry, compels you to agree. I am pro-life. You are pro-choice. Let's continue our strife, but hear the babies voice!
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Posted: Feb 2011
About this poem:
Hear the babies Cries!
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aussiemaan

She Couldn’t Save Me

Nobody can save me
Nobody should
She couldn’t save me
Nobody could

I ride a Kings horse
I’m one of his men
I don’t put things back
Together Again

I fight your battles
I wear your scars
Red blood on your flag
You only see stars

I ride a Kings horse
I’m one of his men
I don’t put things back
Together Again

I can’t sleep the night
I don’t rest up a day
I won’t talk about it
Got nothing to say


I ride a Kings horse
I’m one of his men
I don’t put things back
Together Again

Don’t even cry
Can’t feel pain
Stitch me up
Go out again
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Posted: Nov 2013
About this poem:
Its about pain you cant see...

"Nobody" is a reference to me..

How only we can save ourselves, but how we think others can.
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Spartacus2012

Memory of a past lover

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She was my first true lover
our love was as an outlaw
not adhering to any set of rules
in the age of free love, we loved for free...

From German town she came
coming to triumph over the sun
in my stage of life that was the moon
for my life was early to rise...

The night was our secret river
loving beneath the heavens up to the pyre
she the star of more fertile fire
lover of lovers, unleashing radiant desire...

When we first met
it seemed like only seconds
to say hello and kiss
when she left it took forever to say goodbye...

Shadow of death on my unfortunate lyre
in fathomless echoes I cried out her name
death of our physicality, death of the flame
just black tears the shade of my pen...

She came where red is the Eastern veil
where deepest seas entomb her light
Erica came like the sun to travel so far
then chose to span the world in godless flight...
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Posted: Nov 2013
About this poem:
Slice of life...
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darkhorse555

heart

as the night
falls down dead
in colourless thoughts
polluting inner eye
drifting about lifeless

waters in storm swell
creeping out of shadows
strangling emotions
choking the life
in the host

deep frozen chilled
cutting to the bone
in odourless pain pleas
battle in the clouds
without mercy

gasping crushing blow
the taste of cold steel
sweetly cut deep
in swollen red eyes
i bled on you

drained tired look
tearing emotions
sick to the stomach
knotted up tight
barking mad

the heart in pain cries
silent lips move
quivering ache
on barren land
parched the feeling

walking through the eye
a zombie
in the graveyard of death
heartless soul lost
lifeless the eyes

a mirror light within
deep burning fire
warms the heartbeat
each beat
fractured and broken

in the dark
alone
to die
is love
buried
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Posted: Aug 2013
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morgen90210

Tiny sparkle Nails

Will I see you cry?
Do you deserve to smile?
Teary eyes quick to dry,
Pretty liar go and die!

Waving to you goodbye,
Beauty hides danger so shy,
Tricks playing in my eyes,
Tiny sparkle nails flying by.

Drinking my poisoned wine,
Touching a very delicate line,
Honey with lemon and lime,
Will death be so divine?

Believing the faults all mine,
Without you brings misfortune,
Running out of time,
And finally meet my doom.

It's a quarter past nine,
Just a lovely perfect dine,
Is that the scent of pine?
Dead is all so very fine.
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Posted: Oct 2013
About this poem:
what do you think?
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steve1223

Awaiting

I can hear my beating heart
In my ears so deafening
Racing, pounding, like a wild beast
Today must be the day of reckoning

The day had started, like any other
Into the depths of earth descending
We were here to dig for diamonds
No idea that our doom impending

Without warning the earth was shaking
Tunnel collapsed all around us
Buried beneath tons of mountain
All are dead, I would guess

Nothing left to do but wait
Soon I will join my work mates
The air so foul, can barely breathe
Is it true there’s heavenly gates

.........

I can hear my heart slowing
And my breathing becoming ragged
Is this it? Is this the end?
Am I counting my life in minutes?

Terror grips me, I’m not ready
I do not know what’s on the other side
Is there a Heaven and a Hell?
Or do we just fade into oblivion?

Trying to breathe is pure agony
Even my vision is starting to fade
What if? What if? What if?
The thought echoes in my mind

There is no answer, not yet
I can feel myself slipping into death
Another minute, or two, or three
I’ll be just another dead buried body
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Posted: Nov 2013
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