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No Idea
The mistake God created evil people proves there still is a chance!!!!!!!
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Posted: Feb 2010
About this poem:
Rebuiltsleep oh sleep
Sleep oh sleep, where are thou now
My mind bedimmed with unbearable agony
you brought upon me because Of your
absent every night
I lost total control of my mind Endlessly
Thinking of the irrelevant,
I resolved to rest in eternal peace
At time, waiting no more for the rest
you renders
My spirit long for calmness, but wearisome
Nights allocated to me instead
The day is my only Friend
The Hours of the Night bring me no
rest I so desired
The darkness of the night afflicts my heart
with its gloominess,
The other Beautiful side of life not revealing
I dread the nightingale Bird-whistles when
the night falls—the silent of mid-night
The man next door do not realise the
unspeakable pain of my soul
Deep sleep fell upon him, leaving his
Fatigue self in a state of bliss
When my head is down in the morning,
Burden by the blood that over flow to it
every night,
He walks pass me often strong and cheerful
For the health he derives from sleep
Showing me there is no hope for my dear
Life without the rest sleep award at night
One time perhaps in a leap-year when he
Is up to ease himself from the liquid
In his bladder and heard the bitterness
Of my existence, he would shake his head
And misinterpret it for having too much
Goof time
Regarding me in such a way in the morning
I made up my mind to unconcealed the
emotional torture Bottled up inside of me
all these years
However, the undue manifestation of wrinkles
On my face caused by lack of sleep that Could
convey my emotional pain even to the enfant for
Sympathy, has failed to convince him
Very adamant, he is still envying me for the
Sound he heard that night
My mind bedimmed with unbearable agony
you brought upon me because Of your
absent every night
I lost total control of my mind Endlessly
Thinking of the irrelevant,
I resolved to rest in eternal peace
At time, waiting no more for the rest
you renders
My spirit long for calmness, but wearisome
Nights allocated to me instead
The day is my only Friend
The Hours of the Night bring me no
rest I so desired
The darkness of the night afflicts my heart
with its gloominess,
The other Beautiful side of life not revealing
I dread the nightingale Bird-whistles when
the night falls—the silent of mid-night
The man next door do not realise the
unspeakable pain of my soul
Deep sleep fell upon him, leaving his
Fatigue self in a state of bliss
When my head is down in the morning,
Burden by the blood that over flow to it
every night,
He walks pass me often strong and cheerful
For the health he derives from sleep
Showing me there is no hope for my dear
Life without the rest sleep award at night
One time perhaps in a leap-year when he
Is up to ease himself from the liquid
In his bladder and heard the bitterness
Of my existence, he would shake his head
And misinterpret it for having too much
Goof time
Regarding me in such a way in the morning
I made up my mind to unconcealed the
emotional torture Bottled up inside of me
all these years
However, the undue manifestation of wrinkles
On my face caused by lack of sleep that Could
convey my emotional pain even to the enfant for
Sympathy, has failed to convince him
Very adamant, he is still envying me for the
Sound he heard that night
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Posted: Dec 2009
About this poem:
i wrote this piece of poem in the midst of a terrible insomnia that i suffered three years.all the medical remedies to no avail.Untill I dicovered Jesus who finally and permanently restored my sleep and my peace to my soul, Alleluia, Amen!...Different eyes tell Different lies
Different eyes tell different lies
Running blindly into their blind graves
These guns can not save
Scapegoating; our disguise
These mass graves tell the fable
Opened by bended labels
The bird of revenge must fall dead on the ground
Sea of freshly burned ashes be parted
Shot down in the war it started
Shame on you both
This is not my justice!
The chicken and the egg; who made claims of superiority before
Who came first, it matters no more
For now they are both the last!
Join over the place where there bodies lay
Side by side
Blood now shared
Shame on you both!
This is not my justice!
Different eyes tell different lies
To see the face under the mirror
Always opposite of what it seems
Parasites of bitter dreams
Underneath this carnage land
Where slain bodies float on poisoned lakes
Blood and bullets seep into the skin of fake
Different eyes tell different lies
Up above the two the fight
Propaganda tells them they are right
Down bellow hides only one
Motive- what horrible things can I have done?
My precious ego loves this ugly work
To get on top
Climb up the bodies one by one
The fat ones fall the hardest
Smothered under fruits of good harvest
As we look up at the holy guild
Let us know them by what they have killed!
The trees of disease, grown in graveyard soil
Yell “Divide and disown’ there roots are still loyal
To the pilgrims who planted them; their fruits to fuel the war
But still no one remembers what they were fighting for!
They swallowed drugs of ideologies gone wrong
To place their acts in good hands
Then happily tarnish and ransack the land
And those who move away from the battle in gypsy caravans
Only hesitate to join because they are to weak to meet the demand
Your inquisition is quite un-unique
Hold on to your mind
You’ll soon be forgotten
Keep your army at home
Your originality will be desperately appreciated
Do this, I plead; end this everlasting war
Or every man must have his own blood on his door!
Running blindly into their blind graves
These guns can not save
Scapegoating; our disguise
These mass graves tell the fable
Opened by bended labels
The bird of revenge must fall dead on the ground
Sea of freshly burned ashes be parted
Shot down in the war it started
Shame on you both
This is not my justice!
The chicken and the egg; who made claims of superiority before
Who came first, it matters no more
For now they are both the last!
Join over the place where there bodies lay
Side by side
Blood now shared
Shame on you both!
This is not my justice!
Different eyes tell different lies
To see the face under the mirror
Always opposite of what it seems
Parasites of bitter dreams
Underneath this carnage land
Where slain bodies float on poisoned lakes
Blood and bullets seep into the skin of fake
Different eyes tell different lies
Up above the two the fight
Propaganda tells them they are right
Down bellow hides only one
Motive- what horrible things can I have done?
My precious ego loves this ugly work
To get on top
Climb up the bodies one by one
The fat ones fall the hardest
Smothered under fruits of good harvest
As we look up at the holy guild
Let us know them by what they have killed!
The trees of disease, grown in graveyard soil
Yell “Divide and disown’ there roots are still loyal
To the pilgrims who planted them; their fruits to fuel the war
But still no one remembers what they were fighting for!
They swallowed drugs of ideologies gone wrong
To place their acts in good hands
Then happily tarnish and ransack the land
And those who move away from the battle in gypsy caravans
Only hesitate to join because they are to weak to meet the demand
Your inquisition is quite un-unique
Hold on to your mind
You’ll soon be forgotten
Keep your army at home
Your originality will be desperately appreciated
Do this, I plead; end this everlasting war
Or every man must have his own blood on his door!
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Posted: Aug 2009
About this poem:
35 years of a Guerrilla war ended three months ago. Millions of people died.. and it was sheer horror growing up with a death threat lurking in every corner for all your life.Written for the politician and the war mongers
snippet verse
I plunder through the unfathomable depths of the conscious mind
I'm searching for the answers that my soul has hidden, and I can't find
In minutes, the key is found, as I am searching for the answer, above ground
And, in minutes, the ability became a seen ability, as I wade onwards
Treading water rapidly as the emotions and the tide become one
I'm searching for the answers that my soul has hidden, and I can't find
In minutes, the key is found, as I am searching for the answer, above ground
And, in minutes, the ability became a seen ability, as I wade onwards
Treading water rapidly as the emotions and the tide become one
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Posted: Apr 2023
About this poem:
introspection
Come Into My Dreams
Soft as a dream,
like mist on a feather.
Come into my dreams
and stay there forever.
While you're not in my arms,
I'll dwell in your soul.
Dispelling your loneliness
making you whole.
I can't touch your lips,
But, I can touch your heart.
Our spirit entwined,
though we're miles apart.
When the silver stars blaze,
when the pale moonlight steams,
when a world stands between us,
come into my dreams...
like mist on a feather.
Come into my dreams
and stay there forever.
While you're not in my arms,
I'll dwell in your soul.
Dispelling your loneliness
making you whole.
I can't touch your lips,
But, I can touch your heart.
Our spirit entwined,
though we're miles apart.
When the silver stars blaze,
when the pale moonlight steams,
when a world stands between us,
come into my dreams...
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Posted: May 2011
About this poem:
My poem is about love, the kind of love that I can experience more so in my dreams, than in reality, ect...
Liberation
They were lost in the white hot light
The might of the light so bright
They couldnt put up the fight
Then they saw a small speck of dark
They ran & ran
Then the dark came over them
They were then washed clean
The trappings of fame washed away
The might of the light so bright
They couldnt put up the fight
Then they saw a small speck of dark
They ran & ran
Then the dark came over them
They were then washed clean
The trappings of fame washed away
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Posted: Oct 2010
Post Commentforever is a promise kept . AMEN.
What a day and knight makes time for our hearts faithful and true love honor jesus for forever is a promise kept faithful and true amen.
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Posted: Nov 2010
About this poem:
every thing in life comes from god I love my lord I dont fear him I fear how my life would be with out him. Even the ability to use this site for us people to meet each other comes from him Its amazing truly.I ONLY DID IT BECAUSE SHE SAID " BELIZE"
THERE ONCE WAS A BEACH IN BELIZE
UPON WHICH A CHICK BEGGED ME "PLEASE"
SO I PUT MY HAND
WHERE NATURE HAD PLANNED
AND THAT'S HOW I GOT THIS DISEASE
THIS WAS WRITTEN BEFORE WE WERE BLESSED WITH OBAMA
"ME THINKS SOMETHING STINKS
BARACH OBAMA ISN'T PRESIDENT YET
IT'S NOT IN THE BAG BUT HE IS IN THE KNOW
IF YOU ASK ME THIS COUNTRY REALLY STINKS
SO IT'S APPROPRIATE WE HAVE A PRESIDENT WITH THE INITIALS B.O.
AND OF COURSE I COULDN'T HELP BUT WRITE ONE FOR HILARY
"NOT A BAD CONCEPT"
OUR COUNTRY HAS HAD A LOT OF JOHNS AND GEORGES
BUT I'M ALMOST CERTAIN THERE WAS NEVER A PRESIDENT WITH THE MONICA MICHAEL
THIS COUNTRY HAS PROBLEMS NO MAN WILL EVER SOLVE
SO WHY DON'T WE TRY ELECTING A PRESIDENT WITH A MENSTRUEL CYCLE?
thank you for your attention
~free cee!~
UPON WHICH A CHICK BEGGED ME "PLEASE"
SO I PUT MY HAND
WHERE NATURE HAD PLANNED
AND THAT'S HOW I GOT THIS DISEASE
THIS WAS WRITTEN BEFORE WE WERE BLESSED WITH OBAMA
"ME THINKS SOMETHING STINKS
BARACH OBAMA ISN'T PRESIDENT YET
IT'S NOT IN THE BAG BUT HE IS IN THE KNOW
IF YOU ASK ME THIS COUNTRY REALLY STINKS
SO IT'S APPROPRIATE WE HAVE A PRESIDENT WITH THE INITIALS B.O.
AND OF COURSE I COULDN'T HELP BUT WRITE ONE FOR HILARY
"NOT A BAD CONCEPT"
OUR COUNTRY HAS HAD A LOT OF JOHNS AND GEORGES
BUT I'M ALMOST CERTAIN THERE WAS NEVER A PRESIDENT WITH THE MONICA MICHAEL
THIS COUNTRY HAS PROBLEMS NO MAN WILL EVER SOLVE
SO WHY DON'T WE TRY ELECTING A PRESIDENT WITH A MENSTRUEL CYCLE?
thank you for your attention
~free cee!~
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Posted: Feb 2011
About this poem:
YOUR GUESS IS AS GOOD AS MINEBetween The Alone
I do not shatter anymore
I am not scattered and broken
Only a story in pieces --
-- Fragmented
With so much yet unspoken
Yet each fragment is alive
Perhaps something to revive --
In a shop or on the street
I'd like to tell a lady stranger I see or meet
"Reassemble me I you dare"
But why waste my breath?
(When I know damn well)
No one would care.
I am not scattered and broken
Only a story in pieces --
-- Fragmented
With so much yet unspoken
Yet each fragment is alive
Perhaps something to revive --
In a shop or on the street
I'd like to tell a lady stranger I see or meet
"Reassemble me I you dare"
But why waste my breath?
(When I know damn well)
No one would care.
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Posted: Feb 2011
About this poem:
. . .the first of short sketches. More to comeBecause I could not stop for Death
Because I could not stop for Death
I avoided him all the same
So every time I heard His name
I blushed with guilty shame.
The dreams and goals of all the youth
hath fallen to decay
No matter how much you cry or pray
We're damned another day.
So abandon all hope, ye simple fools,
We're coming to an end.
Thy broken hearts shall never mend
Even if you date her friend.
Humanity's a funny thing
Once you start to think of it.
Most society is most unfit,
so why don't they just quit?
I avoided him all the same
So every time I heard His name
I blushed with guilty shame.
The dreams and goals of all the youth
hath fallen to decay
No matter how much you cry or pray
We're damned another day.
So abandon all hope, ye simple fools,
We're coming to an end.
Thy broken hearts shall never mend
Even if you date her friend.
Humanity's a funny thing
Once you start to think of it.
Most society is most unfit,
so why don't they just quit?
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Posted: May 2010
About this poem:
Dickinsonian tribute, I guess you could say. But I may have botched the beat D:Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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