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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
Beware Of The Bad BoySo he touches you in all of the right places
But with a clenched fist and not a gentle hand
By ‘right places’ I mean those easily hidden
By the latest expensive designer brand
Which he buys you to either keep your silence
Or to beg and to plead for your forgiveness
Is this where the attraction of a bad boy lies?
Please explain where is the excitement in this?
So he kisses you with a so-called passion
His hands round your neck steal a two letter word
It seems that he cannot feel satisfaction
Unless you show him signs that his dominance hurts
Which he tightens each time to keep your silence
Or maybe he just enjoys hearing you moan
Is this the deed of some stalker, some stranger?
No, this is your husband and this is your home
So he lays you out on the living room floor
I wonder what will fall down to the carpet first
The drops of blood from between your legs
Or the tears flowing between his regretful words
Which he whispers in your ear as you lay silent
It’s safe to say
Introspection in a Pale Moon LightAm I a dream of the universe?
A microcosm of the cosmos
A transient flash of memory
Soon forgotten for eternity
Am I a conscious collection of atoms?
Converging together at random
An essence in constant motion
Like a ripple upon the ocean
We are all made of star dust
Born when giant gas clouds combust
In a symphony of the spheres
Free from anxiety and of fears
We are never ending energy
Dancing across the galaxy
From Andromeda to the Milky Way
Like a ballerina in a ballet
WordsIt’s when I get my thoughts to rhyme
That I can truly start to see
What has been swirling in my mind,
And then I get to set it free.
A turmoil of chaotic calls
Becomes a desperate, pleading choir
Of thousands of tangled words
Awaiting me to help them thrive.
They cry, and weep, and beg like kids,
Won’t let me drown myself in sleep
Until I give them what they need –
A string of rhythm and sense to grip.
I strive and strive to make them speak
And give them a melodic vibe.
Yet their presence is too weak,
I'm losing hope that they'll survive.
But after stumbling time and time
Again to let them slip away
I start to hear their chime.
I start to see them find a way.
So one by one and step by step
I see them coming up to me.
They join to spin a magic web –
My soul’s true epitome.
And that’s the place they shall remain,
In subtle, fearless accord.
I never thought that I could tame
Such mischievous, capricious words.
So now I’m pacing back and forth
DethronedDelicate fingertips were once against my cheek,
as were the smiles that you so affectionately cast towards me.
But then you tossed me into the gaping sea,
and I am no longer a beloved queen to thee.
Sweet Music MelodySweet Music Melody lend a mid-night dance to me
Oh what tender lips are these that lay sweet kisses on my cheeks
Making my bashful heart sing...sing...sing
Sweet Music Melody lend a mid-night song to me
Oh what beautiful notes your voice is to a lover's song
beckoning a drifting soul home sweet home
Sweet Music Melody never let your music end
Play your seductive heart's song again and again
Step by step, song by song, you and I are forever one
She Does Not Love YouDo not hear
Her glorious speech
Pretend to be deaf.
Elude her hair
Dancing in the air
Don’t think about
Those sunny eyes
Knowing your past
With just one look.
Avoid her laugh
A melody of harp
Played by angels.
She’s hurting you
Giving you false
When she reveals
All her evil plan
You will be broken
Thinking about suicide.
Bury the memories
With you by her side
Even if they are
The best times
Of your life.
A Rainy PlaceWandering roads that branch so I can never see
Where the path I choose will likely carry me
Then comes the fear
As apprehension looms above
Like the cloud I am always victim of
Driest days are still enough to make me drown
Happy plays go on in side my little crown
But always in
To show these thoughts enlightening
Speed up the coming derailing
Conclusions crash from up above
To think my mind was stronger stuff
A paper boat
In sea that grows around my feet
The longer I wait with all the thoughts I keep
Mask the way with rain as paved paths taper on
The traveller who must be gone
Then comes the pain
How I cannot be one of them
Who takes a gamble on a whim
Yesterday was long before the one I made
I forget how many of them passed the same
My will is only weakening
Come future I will not be able swimming
Earth to break from where I stand as water falls
Wash the state lethargic I am victim of
Unable to move
Even when all offered it slowly takes
With nothing left I will not wake
Blaming is for the weakYou blame it all on me
But the truth you do not see
You lied right from the start
Just to win over my heart
You did not act your age
When you turned the other page
We could have worked it out
But now I am in doubt
That you ever really tried
Because all you did was hide
You told a one sided story
Just looking for some glory
Sold a fairy tale
Now I find you are quite stale
Everything you emulate
Is something that I hate
You told me you were strong
Stringing me along
You were afraid of everything
Now I see your broken wing
Thinking of the day
When your troubles fade away
Your refusal to act on them
Leaves you nothing more than a whim
I do not have the time
To be subjected to your crime
Now I can see it's true
That the weak one is you
Winds Of TimeThe cool winds of time change from day to day
Yesterday to soon turns into tomorrow
But today is never twice the same
And in heavenly stars I search, but I have yet to find my way
Still, as time continues to march on, my soul can find no resting place
In the mist of this violent quake
Of many dimensions of being I lies awake
Until the hours of dark meet a brilliant day break
leaving me to, once again ponder an uncertain fate
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
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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