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EXRED

CRUEL RAIN

Days upon days the rain lashed down
Drowning my beautiful flowers crowns

The grasses have grown knee high
Seemingly trying to reach the sky's

Knowingly stepping out
I will feel the rains clout

The birds are hiding in the trees
Me, walking in puddles up to my knees

What more can I say
Will I be washed away?

Nope I have a big tin tray at the ready
And a paddle to keep me steady

An adventure, or pain in the ash
Splashing down again, sorry must dash

OH NO! the tray and paddle have gone astray
Down the street I see them sway

Wait! I yell you've set off too soon
I laugh now the rain is in a swoon

Well now to end my tale
I've bought a boat with a sail
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Posted: Aug 2019
About this poem:
Its rained for days i'm locked in
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morgen90210

MoonDance

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I was alone in my room,
Heard someone tap on my window,

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Hey Jack quickly let's go my friend said,
I must be daft because I left with her.

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Holding hands we arrived at the beach,
Waves catching our feet as we reach,
A cloud was blocking our sight,
And when it passed,we were awe.

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The pull by the moon was magnetic,
It's cool aura washing down my face.
I smile like i never done before,
Without my sight I could feel it's beautiful.

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We both splash into the waters,
A faint voice coming from behind us ,
A tug and hug from her and then she was gone,
Just as my mum rush to my side and hugged.

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Honey why did You come here all by yourself?
You could have been swept away by the tide.
Did she not see that I was not alone?
A thousand questions played my mind as we walk back home .
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Posted: Oct 2013
About this poem:
A blind boy with his mom
Moved into a new town
On a Full moon
An adventure begins

While his mom at work
He found a friend
To do normal things
Like a normal kid

But his friend is a ghost ......
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morgen90210

YOU LEFT ME ALONE TO DIE TONIGHT!

You made me feel broken,
Thousand pieces hidden inside,
You left me alone to die tonight!
You never kept your promise,
That you would never hurt me like that,
But now the game is over
And you left me alone to die tonight!
How did this even happened?
Where did we make the wrong turn?
Why did you say those awful things?
And left me alone to die tonight!
How could you do this to me?
What made you changed your mind?
I still see your cunning smile,
When you left me alone to die tonight!
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Posted: Jun 2013
About this poem:
feeling this loss
that she is gone
from my lonely heart
that she never understood
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morgen90210

F.E.A.R

I'm hungry for the food that I eat,
I'm thirsty for the water that I drink,
I'm angry at the pain that you bring,
Why do you still hang around me?

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You are happy at watching me face danger,
You are smiling while being in my dreams,
You are a ghost thats stalking me still,
What do you want from me girl?

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This is not what it seems to be,
Some kind of bittersweet justice,
I never met you way before this,
Nor knew you and your name!

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Every street and dark empty lane,
You are standing where I can see,
Called 911 but I know what they'll saying,
This guy is either stoned or crazy.

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I lost the time of the day,
I lost my mind and sanity,
I lost my girlfriend and family,
Thinking of my safety and where you could be next,

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It must be days or months,
Memories of me having a normal life,
Now my world turn upside down,
From a little girl who keeps appearing from afar.

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Called my father but he's dead,
Called my lover but a stranger answered instead,
I hear voices over and over again in my head,
While everything around me is moving so slowly.

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Alma was her name and we are the same,
Both psychic but she went insane and rogue,
They used her in dark scientific experiments and research,
till she cant take it no more and went on a killing spree.


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Now I know the absolute truth of this mystery,
And that my life was a fake all this while,
She gave birth to a son and saved him,
From these same monsters from abusing me, her son!
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Posted: Mar 2015
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A game I played and found it so frightening and spellbound
at the end the plot thicken to bring the conclusion that the hero
and the small girl are related ...she was his mother and she was
protecting him from some of the dark projects the scientists did with her DNA.....
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morgen90210

Confession my Spirit and Soul

Who am I to preach ?
A Sinner among sinners,
Who sleeps with adulteress,
Do not be mistaken by my flair.

I am neither a converted Christian,
Nor a converted Catholic,
I never read the bible nor pray,
Went to sunday services nor take communion.

I never sing hymns nor fasted,
Pastors,fathers,preachers,I never trusted,
Never bothered to read psalms nor shout praises.

Instead , I swear, stole, lied,
Cheated,slept with married women ,
Watched porn,and shoved my mother in anger,
I'm the last person to preach nor share my poems!

But I'm neither the devil's favourite,
Never been a warlock, witch doctor nor his servant,
Never practiced magic, rituals , summons nor worships.

You can take me in your houses,
Make covenant with me in the middle,
Call your father and break my body of bones,
But my soul and faith can never be broken!

Pissed and possessed,
Lust and tormented,
Pain and in sickness,
In the hands of Jesus I am saved!

I am his vessel that you have stolen,
Abused and made to die slowly rotten,
Played havoc and almost got killed,
Many times I face death to live and tell !!!

And now the time has come,
You tremble knowing the time is now,
Stop me at any cost or distract my concentration,
Its now not in my hands to prevent it !

As long as I cry for Jesus,
And try to be soft and humble,
I'll stand and watch over,
The fight HE does for me !

Can I face the demons?
Counting in their millions,
Powers beyond humans,
JESUS is and will always be my Saviour !
Amen
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Posted: Jul 2014
About this poem:
The Damned unname Antichrist has got me bound in chains and made me guilty ....Its time to confess my ill doings and give testimony of my faith in God of Isreal, Holy Spirit and Lord Jesus.

My war is far from over but now I am firm and ready to let Jesus heal me inside out ....Many will question my preaching/warning as I am not baptised ....I leave all of it to HIM
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Unknown

What is love?

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
“I don't think so” she quickly said out loud.
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
“I know but you're just saying that”.

What have I got to do or say to get you to take me seriously?
“Try being yourself once in a while, not someone you think I'll like”
I'll be whatever you want me to be!
“Exactly but that won't be you”.

It's been going on like this for months.
She wants me to be myself.
I want her to take me seriously.
It got to a point when she said “If you loved me you'd do it for me”.
I said “If you loved me you wouldn't ask”.

What exactly is love? It's something I've thought about over and over.
She thinks she has the answer.
“What is love then” I asked her?
“It's the yearnings you get when someone you love is away from you” she said determinedly.“The melting sensation when they kiss you and the feelings of hatred when you see them talking to another woman”.
“That's love? Well I get all those feelings as well” I offered.

“You're just saying that” she said.
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Posted: Aug 2019
About this poem:
I have long been a romantic but don't think I have ever truly been in love.

I think I might have been in a sort of love when I was about 13, 14 or 15 and had huge crushes on several girls at that stage of my life but was that really love?

I know that many of my relationships were based on 'lust' not 'love' but as I don't really know what love is can I be sure. Anyway this poem, such as it is, is based on my frustration of not really knowing whether I have experienced love in my life as yet.
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morgen90210

Memories

Memories of what was meant to be,
Would not have been,
Had it not become,
The way it became.


Memories of what is to be,
Would not become,
Had not it been,
The way it should be.
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Posted: Jul 2012
About this poem:
I Dont understand what I wrote but sound nice .
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morgen90210

my poet friends

What i wrote tonight,
It's already forgotten.
Whom i met and befriend,
To me they are worth a fortune.

A zero is just plain nothing,
Add a one to it and it is something.
I am really a nobody,
Unless i have you on my friend list.

Flowers and messages that you've sent,
Makes my day a little bit better.
To hear from you with words of honey,
Is a blessing to be among the living.
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Posted: Jun 2013
About this poem:
a tribute to ALL poets past, present and. future!
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morgen90210

MY MASTERPIECE (Last poem)

Damm I suck,
Not good enough,
Not for anyone,
And its frustrating!

Tried my hands on,
Fixing broken stuffs,
They became worst,
Than it actually was.

And then I tried,
Entering poetry contests,
Only to be denied,
Of reaching top spot!

Forget about a life,
Who gives a damm?
f*cking loser I am,
Loneliness my fate.

What am I good at?
Every corner a dead end,
Give me a god damm sign,
That I am not useless!

Am I screwed for life?
Everything I do goes wrong,
Why do you save me so many times?
Why do I breathe still?

Even the army thinks I am a waste,
Spending good money on me to train,
Im off the hook with nothing to lose ,
Feeling my contribution is of no use.

I can't sing or dance,
Nor sell a pair of socks,
Even the priests avoid me,
Too much trouble I think.

I am left in the dark,
Not knowing what to do,
When you're not sure of yourselves,
What's the point in hanging around.

Another one bites the dust,
I've got the worst of luck,
Living on this world so aimlessly,
Oh why am I still here Lord?

Sleepless at night,
I cry deep inside,
It hurts so bad,
And it still does.

Void is not even close,
To describe someone lame,
I am ten times more,
Than the words above.

Am I good with kids?
I will never know,
Coz I am living alone,
Without someone to love.

Now I am very upset,
Have no skills or talent,
Poetry is all that I had,
But now I close the hatch.

By the way if you're reading this,
I am pouring all my heart out here,
Coz I am giving up on myself,
And will end this poem as my very last.
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Posted: Oct 2013
About this poem:
lately very disappointed with some events taking place elsewhere,
its affected my morale badly,
Alas this is my Masterpiece!
my very last composed one.

if something goes right in your life
you can take comfort and strength from there,
when nothing seem to go brightly or boost your confidence, it takes a Hell of a beating and the last straw would be jumping off a bridge. . .
not me, not even good enough to do it
when depression hits, i fight it back by listening to music.
its not working this time. . .
the good news is more time to comment.
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morgen90210

Do you remember me?

Do you remember the day,
When we first met and said hello!
It was 31 Dec at 11.59pm exactly,
Before that we were strangers in the street.

What a day to remember you always,
The one and only love of my life,
Call it fate but I say it differently,
Once in a lifetime miracle for me.

I'm not so much into your past,
It's the future with you I'm thinking about,
To be by your side in sickness and health,
And share in your sorrow and joy.

Do you remember our first kiss?
Another unforgettable time of the year,
A day of celebration throughout the universe,
The day our Lord Jesus was born.

Do you remember our happiest day?
The day we became one as husband and wife,
On the day of the risen Christ,
Easter Sunday our anniversary.

Do you still remember me when you're gone?
In the night of the holy Good Friday,
You slept peacefully into the gate of heaven,
And left me here waiting until we meet again!
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Posted: Apr 2013
About this poem:
just felt it flowing through my mind
but it does not rhyme
somehow the words are just so beautiful to me
By the way ...this is my imagination
I dont have a wife yet
So dont feel so bad that I lost my wife
Its a special write that amazed myself
So dont feel bad coz its frictional.
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