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Part 1 - The fallen Angel Part 1 - The fallen Angel
I'll try, try and try,
till I'll finally fly,
Fly over those mountains
that up there seem so high.
Where a dreamful castle rests,
among the sea of cloud,
in front of a shiny moon sphere,
where the stars crowd.
I flew wrapped in those secure wings,
wings of an angel that held me through,
through the unspoken void, black and empty
contentment into me he brew.
He was all my hopes.
He was the one to make me re-born.
He was the only one I searched for.
He was that mighty angel that my life re-done.
He gave me Love,
He gave me pleasure,
and He gave me everything I wanted.
We where one happy couple together
Until that day came
The day heaven wanted back that fallen angel
They took him away from me
left me alone, empty handed
I cried and wept everyday,
''Why this? Why to me?''
I'd just always say
It was not easy to find my soul mate
Think we'd last forever
and be together
the bestest ever
Thinking I had found hope,
Only to see it be t
A Poet's Love PoemA little drop
is nothing alone
but with others
the ocean is can form
The moon alone
is not all the sky
to show you this
with me you'll have to fly
Take my hand
in a secure grip
as your world
I'll have to flip
Up in the sky
you'll fly with me
past the clouds
together will me a we
See the world?
All of it?
Without you its nothing
not even a bit
See the galaxy?
With all the planets?
Without the sun
its not worth any merits
Now, back down to earth
Past the stars and cloud
Safely land on ground
and walk with me through the crowd.
Still hold my hand
While I'll say one thing
Its the most valuable word
of all you can think.
You are that
that for me is all the ocean.
The one I'll crop.
You are my
moon that shines
through all the stars
and the zodiac signs
You are the sun
that blaze burns
through the galaxy
I love you in all terms.
I love you,
respect and admire.
My heart for you
is set on fire.
The Whole Wide World is made together
of You and Me.
I love you,
Will you love me?
No titled poemNeon lights, dancing around
The wood burning into fire
Little fairies , pixies , elves , brownies, goblins
It's all a magical admire
In the air , you can breath magic
You can see and feel pixie's dust
Like stars twinkling in the blue sky
It is for sure for all of us a must.
Ugly goblins hip-hopping
On one big, fat foot to another
They look so dirty and squatting
Dancing round the fire , looking so squinted eye at each other
Fairies , so delicate looking
Astonishingly beautiful I assure
They were dancing round the fire
Flittering their transparent wings to seduce
Pointed ears little creatures these elves were
Funny looking with the crumpled shoes
They had those lovely hats
Their face looked familiar but I couldn't remember to whose
Brownies looked very similar to elves
If I had to say they were a cross
Between a nice elf and a squatted goblin,
Though not like the others, they had a chief , the boss.
Well you may ask how I know this
I was there at midnight
hidden in a bush , liking to se
Saddness Caused by 'Friends'Saddness Caused by 'Friends' (Monsters)
I just want to
shout and SCREAM
break these windows
refreact this beam.
I want to pull down
these four walls,
rip them off , block by block,
no more cages , no more halls.
I want to pull up
a pair of black feather wings
and sadly glide into thin air
let me re-born and forget the past things.
So much tears
build in my eyes
as I sadly ask myself , ''What am I?''
and than.... nothing I realize.
I want to destroy
throw and cick
at everything in front of me
.... well no good kicking against the prick.
No way out
of this madhouse
under they happy faces
lie only drunken frowns
They (friends) should entitle me,
put me as their queen,
the saddest person
on has ever seen
Sitting their for the name
I put on my crown,
and try not to frown
I hate being in the shadow
not being even seen
not cared , not wanted
just a black shadow on the scene
I hate ALL those
so cruel and insane
they are my dream
The Blanked un-Flowered PoetThe Blanked un-Flowered Poet
Blank pages all I see,
empty unwritten lines,
as I turn pages of unspoken words,
in which lie crimes.
I haven't yet
found courage to fill
the empty space I left
on the unfinished , life account bill.
Its been a lifetime ,
since I have last written,
spilled over my emotions into words,
and sometimes got even biitten.
Bitten by the sting of relief,
As I see that I have managed,
to quote some lines and make them rhyme,
this never anyone had damaged.
But as soon as I start,
I realize I had ended,
as my pencil will write for me,
the solitude that have bended.
Bended over into arches of Age,
that seem eternity
till my guided pencil will fall
into a land with no fertility.
Where seeds of my words
can never flower
can never grow into a masterpiece
can never rain in words of a shower.
This is where,
the '' can never's '' happen,
take place , start and finsih,
into one un-rhymed verse
Gothic Window of my Dream...
Gothic Window of my Dream Castle
I have been waiting , hoping for you,
Through that window,
Days, weeks , months... even years
For a guide ; to love and follow.
A Guide to adore,
Make my idol,
I will rise the day just for you,
I'll be a puppet in your hands , your doll.
I would count all the stars,
Just for you , one by one,
I would pull down the moon,
If you'd promise to never be gone.
I'll be your
New black shadow,
Crawl beneath you,
I'll be nothing more, than your slavery echo.
I would just,
Cut open my veins,
To let you drink my blood,
Where all my deity for you reigns.
All this would
Just came true
If only my wishes you'd hear
And that aged window came through.
All the poem is (c) me xD
picy found on google , and thought it would somehow fit
The Monster The Monster
I am nothingness,
nothing that can live,
nothing that can die
no need to lie...
I may be made
of flesh and blood,
but still i find,
that I'm hollow inside
an empty shell
i echo the sound,
which seems hell hard
Everyone dispise's me
Everyone puts me aside
they escape me,
with fear away they do glide
I look lik
an innocent sheep
I'm a 'devil' that can get no sleep
I just cut out
from the rest
there is something different with me
I don't know if for me its the best
This shows the real face of the poet ... ahem , alas me.
Please no copying, and no touchy.
What Summer Brings What Summer Brings
Summer is near,
behind our doors,
I'll be anxiously waiting for it
on all of my fours.
I'll be waiting ,
for those hot never ending days,
the golden crowded beaches,
and the sun that will always blaze.
Ic cream and holidays,
will be every day's theme
as all of us enjoy,
the days of vacations that gleam.
Gleam like a diamond,
among the other days,
summer holidays are the best,
the best year's phase.
I can't wait for the fun,
to start and begin,
those three beloved months,
which we all finally win.
Win our freedoom,
away from that musty school,
where students no more we are,
its time everyone reigns , even the fool.
Now I'll pause writing,
cause I want my first dive,
down the fresh cold sea,
with my friends , all us five!
Yes , as th poem declares , I really cant wait for summer to begin. And yes I have four best friends , which makes us five , and all of it is YES!
anyhow , i'll only be saying one ''n
looking so delicate,
fragile and soft,
its so elaborate.
Those powerful hands of God,
created such an art,
for us humans to have,
to express the love in our heart.
But as in all beauties,
There is pain,
as down the flower,
When those little spikes,
your heart sting,
droplets of blood,
drip down in a red ring.
You will cry for a moment,
as tear drops fall,
in a pearly swirl,
in a pained growl.
But then your smile will emerge,
once more as you remember,
The beauty there was in the rose,
before you where hurt with anger.
that once used to be love,
long lust lost love,
which used to make you fly like a dove.
That sweet dove was you,
turned into a raven,
blackened and solitaire,
and with it shrunken your heart into a raisin.
So at last,
I will tear away those petals,
of a blackened rose , till no more than stinging thorns rest,
harder than metals.
If you want to get the other side of t
On reflectionOn looking back into your past
thinking how the time flew by,
you stop seeing the important things in life,
while struggling to survive.
Worrying about the future
and the mistakes made long ago,
disturb your peace of mind at present
you just can´t let it go.
Your errors are over and done with,
your past you´ve left behind.
The future ahead is a blank slate
so to yourself be kind
Stop worrying about what might not be
or dwell on your wrongs with regret
best to live in the here and the now
For it´s the key to real happiness.
Written by Suzanne Karbach sept 2014
SeptemberSuffering in this world of hate;
Emitting my sorrow through my fate;
Preparing my life for the treacherous fight;
Taming the fury through what I write;
Empowering the voice that’s always screaming,
Marking its words from what I’m dreaming.
Being weak from the torture of the past,
Engraving worded scars that’ll forever last.
Remembering why I keep surrendering
In this month of September,
Where I’ll keep weeping…
QuatrainMirrored by a rippling shadow
Looming over the watery reflection
Their bodies reaching high with golden tips
Bestowed by the waning light of nature
Burdened by an ageless battle
Their old scabrous impression
The serene elevation over Earth's pits
Nestled within verdant nature's cradle
Pelted by hail until leaves turn to tatter
The leaves regrow with nature's own fixation
High enough to grasp the sky to sip
Drinking deep from Neptune's own ladle
Listening to your lies..Pulling on my insides..
Spilling my intestines..
Burning my throat..
Searing my body.
Listening to your lies,
is like being stung with a million bees,
being stabbed a million times,
being set on fire,
and then peed on..
Stop lying to me..Just tell me what you really mean!
Wrap me in ink, wrap me in beauty.
Only break the silence to say something soothing.
Wrap me in beauty, wrap me in water.
Is there bad news to share? Save it for later.
Wrap me in water, wrap me in black.
I will be gone a while, then I'll be back.
Time WanderersIt is that time of day where she must flee
From her cursed eternal hunter:Run!
He wishes to rid her curse and be free
And yet for years he never got it done
She plays all day throughout her adventures
Time-warp point is what she must find after
It's her destiny and curse, only hers
By mistake, he joined the ride forever
He succeeded in finding her one day
And she offered her life, open and true
But he could not kill his desired prey
For he felt pity and something else too
There was strong friendship and love- a connection
That echoes throughout their timeless affection
I Won The FightYou have no power over me, I repeatedly said
As you first struck my face, then my head
I love you so much, you repeatedly said
But rather than let you go, I’ll first see you dead
I love you, you brutally beat out of me
Now convince the world that I am the man of your dreams
For too many years, twin ribbons of guilt and shame tied you to my heart
While sledgehammers of fear and pain tore my world apart
But like an artist, I airbrushed away each unflattering mark
For too many years, I tip-toed through life trying to gauge
Every word I said, every move I made,
Never knowing which would set off your untamed rage
And as the world moved on without me
My one true desire was to be set free
But leaving was far more intimidating than you could ever be
Still, I had no other choice, you see
To save my own life, I’d have to escape
From this prison of torture that you alone created
So I dug down deep and found strength in my soul
And from weakness, I became so very bold
I reclaimed the f
Nope And No Way
No rhymes tonight
Something is off
And just not right,
Empty that trough
There in your head.
Take a shower
Get in your bed.
Spend your hours
With your old cat
And that is that!
Serenity in Seclusion [verse]Serenity in Seclusion
The good man cares for his love
He will find the safe secluded place
To relax her from daily life
To put a smile upon her face
So we moved to find this spot
Most of the day, throughout the night
We find the tranquility for our love
And we hold each other tight
Like a pair of velvet gloves
Whether the place is fully peaceful or not
The Broken Wing of Hopes tha..The Broken Wing Of Hopes That Led To Fairytales
Once upon a time
There was a little girl.
Time washed over her
As she grew into a beautiful precious black pearl.
A fairytale it was
Enchanted the way she exsisted,
A tale it had been
and flushed her dream
down the drain.
It was brutal
To watch all her hopes
Be taken away from her
As to tears she mopes.
She was left
with a mere nothing
as that cruel someon came
and broke down her wing
Is all she dreams,
revenge for her it means.
But will she ever
Have what she wants?
Vengeance , pay back
the settling of scores?
The girl is me , yes and refered as a black pearl for one reason. As always I cur out from the others , but i still have my beauty . When the poem continoius to develop itself I imagine the 'black pearl' turning into a little fairy and her wing is broken.
Anyway , the Poem is (c) me
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
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