A Poem for Seth Edwards by AsiaMunroe2024Gal, literature
Literature
A Poem for Seth Edwards
Seth is my friend, till the very end, His loyalty, I can always depend, With him around, my worries suspend, He's always there, to lend a hand. From childhood days, we've been comrades, Through thick and thin, we've had each other's backs, With every passing year, our bond just adds, More strength, more trust, and that's a fact. We share our laughs, our tears, our fears, Our secrets, our dreams, our hopes, our cheers, With Seth in my life, I have no fears, He makes my life, so much more dear. Seth's the friend, that I cherish most, The one I turn to, when I need the most, He understands, my unspoken thoughts, And guides me, when I feel lost. Seth is my friend, and that's never gonna change, We'll stick together, through all life's range, Good times or bad, rough or smooth terrain, With Seth by my side, nothing seems in vain.
When The Roses Faded by C.C Tundra by CCTundra, literature
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When The Roses Faded by C.C Tundra
When the roses faded, they grew anew, a breath of fresh earth, sprung up out of the ashes. We are the ashes. we breathe toxic waste, dragon's breath, no. human's breath will pollute, and corrupt mother earth's core! Our breath is that of nuclear radiation. our breath reeks of death, of our own dead, of animal dead, of broken earth. She weeps, the earth, wanted us to grow like buds, sprung up fresh with life, opportunity to await. But we like to stuff our face, with our dead, our ashes, the ashes of our planet, it only makes the hunger grow. Our hunger, equals destruction, including ours, our self-cannibalism, will not abate until everything is mutilated, until we peel the petals from a rose Blood-red petals, yank off stem, red fingers, our fingers, grubby, greedy, bloody and thick with filth, Let our animal dead, our dead, our dead mother earth who has given us breath! let it all crumble into shadow, let us blend into black, never go back I see
Explosion in the Empty by C.C Tundra by CCTundra, literature
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Explosion in the Empty by C.C Tundra
Mind, dark cannon ball drop, Pounds the floor into tremors. Not a bowling ball, Gravity cannot support the holes. Broken fingers in the empty, Empty expanse stretching like death. Deadly dead thing, body's cast, Air a meaningless thing, sifting, Through blades of grass As perception falls, slam doom. A dungeon for the minds corridors. Mindless spite, made of empty air, Yet slamming perception into pulp. A body of no meaning. As I fall, over and over, Anxiety ball, smacking faliure. Or, as the ground rises, From an upside-down angle, Meeting an explosion. Mind a deadly parasite. Spore on the void's crop, Killing an edible. Consuming consumption itself, A fungus of greed. More for the dead-drop to eat. Explosion in the empty A smash created from nothing
Bound in this fortress, Of cards, Overcome with thought currents, Capturing the killers of light. Book me a flight to freedom, As I feel wings, Beginning to form on my back, As I overlook the wall. I drop ideas, ill advised, and given From the dead drop, Of plummeting minds. "Give into" nothing, For either I live well, Or die better. How's that, wall? How's that, barrier? Broken with realizations, And the remedy of life, As a reminder And nobody is better than I, At giving myself ill-advised, Words. Whether it's love, hate, For I harbor, Diligence and devastation in one body. I hold myself like a baby And I, bright possibility, Will not let this world stop me.
A frosty wind bites at my face As I look for in desperation A way out of this place To my home and my salvation Stranded in a world of ice and snow I search for my way out For there must be a way I know Even as I feel a tinge of doubt I ask for the Lord's mercy I pray for my salvation That he will grant it surely In my time of desperation Until then I can only hope and pray That I will leave this place behind And will be given peace someday And eternal life I will then find
Numbed. I feel tired and frustrated. Yet, I feel comfort in the pain. Why must everyone tell me I'll get used to it when it's a bald-faced lie? Do they know me so little as to suggest I should feel? They are them, and I am me; in no way should they ever tell me how to feel. Numbness is like a security blanket: it keeps the demons away.
You are my angel
my angel of the night
my angel of the day
my angel within my heart
Your wings swore the skies
high into the heavens
upon the winds of dreams
of a child’s dream
You bring light
where there was only darkness
bring back life
where there was death
The light that
comes from you
purifies the
heart and soul
I see you flying high
into the heavens
a land
I can no longer go
My dreams and hopes
glides upon your wings
for you to bring
them to heavens gates
You are my angel
my angel of the night
my angel of the day
the angel within my heart
And with you
shall rise
the best
of me
into the heavens
You angel
sleep in the night
on beds of clouds
A new born child
lay in their crib
safe from mortal worries
Sleep, rest
escape from life’s worries
since the worries of life
will surely come back
in the morning
Curled up
resting, sleeping
vulnerable to the world
they appear to all
No fear
No hatred
No worries
can be seen
on their faces
Peace fills their dream
rest and quiet
for only for a moment
since soon it will all end
For a moment of peace
is all that we can have
as we sleep
as children sleep in the night
WIP The Devil's Plan by THEMYSTERYWRITER, literature
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WIP The Devil's Plan
If the Devil is one thing he is not a fool A master manipulator to the end He always finds a way to sink his grimy fingers into the affairs of man They say the greatest trick he ever pulled was convincing the world he doesn’t exist In that, I would say they’re right In doing so he has made those of the Faith seem foolish and crazy for believing he does exist Why work through the nonbelievers when the Devil can simply work his magic through those who believe? By making Christians appear to be the fools, he has set forth the foundation of doubt among those who have not yet heard the good word By making Christians appear to be crazy, he has given us a bad name I would have to say what the Devil has done for centuries is quite clever Working through our insecurities to make the faith seem weak and evil He has made us seem like common gossips who talk behind the backs of our friends He has made us seem like hypocrites who so easily go back on our word He has made us seem like
The Thunder (Stormy day poem) by perfectheart134, literature
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The Thunder (Stormy day poem)
Thunder makes my Ears Ring
Here is a poem for stormy days
Were you wish to just lay away
My mood merges with the dark sky
the only difference is I cannot cry
What sadness inundates
And rain enshrouds
Lighting and thunder have never been so loud
through the streets and invading my ear
That faint, fatal ringing being all that I hear
The loving sky
And a soulless heart
Both seem to have reasons that tear them apart
Neither can be free
Neither can fly
One can only hope to die
Gone and gone
Through an
The Sky Burns My Eyes by ExcaliburBlade, literature
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The Sky Burns My Eyes
Aye the sky burns my eyes,
only leaving the bloody sockets
of their existence behind.
The light starts to burn my flesh
and so I cast myself into the shadows
to hide myself from the sky's burning gaze,
to safe what left of I.
I lay there in the fetal position
regaining my once great strength,
that now leaves my grasp.
The shadows the darkness
the ever-growing woes of the world
now seep into the void
that is left behind.
Filling it with it's unholy power,
filling it to its rim,
over flowing it does.
New eyes form in the lost ones place,
no longer eyes that were burnt by the light,
no,
eyes of darkness,
they now see onl
The moon a watchful eye Crescent a cradle Light in the void In the storm an eye Standing together As we do Bottle up your words and thought Distill, emotion pure Unlock your mouth and throw the key We are candles, lit a ghastly glow Flicker, a wind, wax burning low Given up for light, all we know Light as a bubble Ripple as wind it blows Pop with a poke All together One apart The whole is greater than the sum
Warning: Contains purposefully controversial statements. No offence is meant.
Things within this world, unseen and unheard,
Within the eyes of flawless society, reality is blurred.
Known amongst a few, to those who’re affected.
Ignored by those undaunted, for they are perfected.
Discrimination appears in many shapes and forms,
But many witnesses go along with it, think of it as norms.
People think we are unrestricted and merry with equality,
Yet there are some in the shadows, seeking their liberty.
The superior white skin, the most common and so the king,
Those who speak against it, shot down for disagreeing.
Coloured skin is lesser
Shadows of our past
shall forever fallow us
where ever we might go
Dark secrets held within
these dark cloaks
follow us about
All our past deeds
held within
hidden away
for the eyes of others
But secrets till resides there
even away from our own eyes
as we peak
hidden away for our own views
Our shadows watches us
our ever move
our ever deed
seeing every fault of our being
the mistakes we made
through out time
We think it might be gone
but it will never leave
always following us
where ever we might go
no matter the task
So we try to hide
as best we can
fearing what others
might think of us
if they saw within
Our shadow, bounded with u
Forged of trash of the Past Blackened with words and Thought Blown apart and broke by Breeze From words I wrote but never Said Tracing my past, all Erased Fragment scattered all about, mixed Emotions My eraser was innocent, White My past and lessons, truth and Dark Making me a broken (thing) Being Past erased away and Gone But lessons held in my
You are
my hopes
my dreams
the only person
to make me feel
anything
but hate
You are
the guiding star
in the moonless night
showing me
where the shores
can be found
You bring back
the spark of hope
to the dying fires
of my heart
which have
nearly gone out
more then once
To me
you mean more
then a world
of gold
of jewels
filled with
worldly splendors
For since
it is you
that opened my eyes
to the beauty
that was
before them
Showing me
the light
so I can finally
see them
for what they
truly are
At one time we thrived, But today we're deprived. Once we had unending prosperity; Now we live in extreme poverty. The times of plenty have come to a painful end; we have lost all of our goods, houses, and lands. There was a time when we had plenty to eat, But then war and destruction came from the east. Now we survive with just the clothes on our backs While everything else we once had we now lack. This is what we have all become; We'd be better off living in a slum. The days are bleak and the nights are full of hazards Our heads are endlessly being circled by waiting buzzards. In spite of our condition the sweet memories remain Of the time when we were rich and suffered little pain. Someday our lost wealth will be returned But for now we can only hope and yearn.
I am helpless to act
helpless to raise a hand of action
It is restrained
tied to the ground
chained to the earth
I am not helpless because
of lack of strength
I am strong beyond compare
I am not helpless because
of lack of will
for my will is mighty
I am helpless because
of my lack of knowledge
I do not know;
where to strike,
where to charge,
or where my lay my sword
I have never been
like this before
with no path to travel
with no tracks to follow
so I can help you
where ever I can
Lost in a fog
without a compass to follow
to show me
the way out
You are there
in the fog
with a burden
that weighs down
upon you soul
I know I can help
Send me into the stars
take my hand and get away from the bars,
enveloped in the feeling, soft and pure.
When held by you, I feel so secure,
lift me up we’ll escape the world.
Closing eyes causing swirls,
even in darkness, we’re safe like pearls.
Even if you tear
I feel you are there,
I’ll pull you close, mend you with heart,
together forever; each night a new start~
Flower flower- Lullaby by DinosaurDrawing, literature
Literature
Flower flower- Lullaby
Flower flower Budding all alone You're on your own And there’s nowhere left to grow Flower flower Why do you bloom There is nothing here for you And there is nothing left to do. Flower flower Blooming all alone It’s too late now and there's nowhere left to grow Flower flower how did you bloom Because the dirt is dry But the blood soaks through Flower flower Growing in the ground white petals turn red As the dead are count Flower flower What do we do as we count up the dead the dead counts too