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Forbidden Fruit

Heart 4 poetry — Tue, 08 Mar 2011 00:36:29 +0000

She knows the consequences
but the temptation is stronger.
She tries not to give in
but she can’t take it any longer.
“Do it.” the serpent hisses.
There is nothing to lose.”
Take it or leave it.
Which one will she choose?
“I can’t.” she says,
but her flesh beckons her to it.
The serpent stands watching,
chanting, “Do it! Do it!”
The pressure grows stronger
until she finally gives in.
the serpent slithers off
cheerful for his win.
Realizing her mistake,
she looks to the sun.
And hides from her Father
thinking, “What have I done?”

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bomber girl

fragile plane — Sat, 10 Apr 2010 21:39:31 +0000

faceless shadow
shroud of virginity
only you know who you are
and your hidden dream
secret cartwheel
upside down
skin making love to the wind
demure bride of war
kissing the rug of prayer, wallering
in the ghost of charlemagne
exalted in your father’s army
adorned corset of nails
your heart beats
your body ticks
your purpose bleeds
through
the tourniquet of day
did you hear the dulcimer
is he ready to receive
will he receive
those you sacrifice

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WHEN I…..

Rana Rimsha Ramzan — Sun, 21 Mar 2010 00:00:47 +0000

WHEN I…..

When I think about you
Sun starts blazing…
Moon starts gazing…
Stars start jazzing…

When I think about you
Some thoughts come by & by…
My heart joys…
My heart cries…

When I think about you
Wind starts to blow…
Time passes slow…
My heart fills with sorrow….

When I think about you
Some thoughts take me high…
Some feelings turn me sigh…
Some reminiscences make me gay…

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Mysterious Rose

itsme — Wed, 03 Feb 2010 22:54:36 +0000

Mysterious Rose, so fragile
your thorns
Let me comfort you softly
Hold you safe from the storm

So soulful your petals
So gently you rise
Most beautiful woman
With brown Angel eyes

Mysterious Rose, so caring
your soul
Let me feel you beside me,
so I can be whole

So real is your beauty
So caring your heart
Wanting you so badly
Tears me apart

Mysterious Rose, so fragile
your thorns
Let me hold you forever
Away from the storms

Just open your petals
Show me your heart
We’ll sail into horizons
Until death us do part

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Mysterious Rose.

Living Off of Death

ZomboneNecros — Tue, 29 Sep 2009 21:43:39 +0000

the living benefit from the dead, the dead cannot benefit from the living.

life for life, we suffer endlessly

predator and prey, living the gruesome existence every day.

death for deth, it only leads to decay.

fight the death is futile, we all die.

fight to live is thriving, we must keep the light.

give to give, get what’s left and do what’s right.

be aware of things in the night.

never give up and never give in

to victimize is to sin.

eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth

be the best we can be and surrender to the truth.

to live the lie is wear and give the hangman’s noose.

let the flower grow, let the child thrive.

to suffer is to die, to flourish is to be alive.

give in to the shine, say, “yes it is mine”.

give in to the night that is true, do not fall for the false light.

wisdom is the ageless treasure, curing the blight.

be the children lyf or deth, blakk or whyt.

the children of the almighty’s might.

sometimes the weakest is what is right.

peace, love and eternal life.

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Living Off of Death.

Fortunate

tom — Thu, 30 Jul 2009 15:01:42 +0000

Fortunate

Have you ever considered?

How fortunate you are

To gaze at the sky

And see a star,

And say to yourself

I wonder how many there are?

To walk through a garden

And smell the rose.

Skip through dewy grass

In your bare feet and toes

Before the sun arose?

Take long walks on

A crisp fall day.

Build a snowman

On a cold wintry night

Giving him eyes of coal

And a nose carrot bright.

Swim in a creek

On a warm summers noon.

Ride a roller coaster

At a county fair,

Or spin in a Ferris wheel

And view the world from the air.

Ride in a convertible,

With wind ruffling your hair.

Build a sandcastle

In a secluded cay

Only to have a wave

Wash it away.

Go deep-sea fishing

On a party boat

Only to return home

With an empty tote.

Explore the bright moon

Lighting the sky at night

Wondering what it would be like

To go they’re in flight.

Watch an Eagle soar high in the sky

Floating on air currents

And wondering how and why,

Then suddenly

Swoop down

And snatch its prey

It saw from so far away.

Tom Fenning

2004

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In the Dark Corner

Charlie Samola — Mon, 18 May 2009 21:46:01 +0000

I’ve seen the factory

Where the people were produced

Other selves to be themselves

With love and hate, with anger and smile

With happiness and sadness

And even with confusion, and lies

I’m not the one of their victims

There must be anyone else

I’ve realized that I’m not alone

Now I know, I’m the victim of absence

And the absence should lived me

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at In the Dark Corner.

Merciless Existence

Charlie Samola — Mon, 18 May 2009 21:45:28 +0000

All evil are down to earth
To judge all the loveless
To give no mercy for breathing
No mercy for breathing free in their existence
I remember the story of crucifixion
Was the Christ a lover?
Or maybe His existence was the cancer for flesh?
And His way to love was the pain for life?
All bloody happy mortal are just the shit anyway!
To give a damn for everyone who don’t care
Like all evil sentenced the emptiness
And I can’t trust anyone for having fun
With my merciless existence who denied by their hypocrisy

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Brainwashed

simply insane — Tue, 06 Jan 2009 20:26:24 +0000

Fabricated with lies they told us a story
Excused without reason, justified without explanation
Brainwashed we stood – never thought it was a lie
And we listened eagerly – never read between the lines

Then they triumph over their victory
Fireworks, joy, excitement and celebration
But we only saw through our eyes
Never Asked, never questioned, never thought with our minds

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Brainwashed.

My Guardian Angel

lockheart — Sat, 08 Nov 2008 23:59:01 +0000

I used to believe in miracles ,
Used to think that I had a guardian standing tall ,
With auburn tresses falling delicately covering his untainted cerulean eyes ,
His hoary white wings would glisten in the velvety moonlight ,
His arms would form a hindrance to protect me from the malovelent ,
I would overcome all trepidations and walk home alone ,
Not needing anyone to walk by my side , not needing anyone to listen to ,
I loved being alone with no one to hinder my thoughts and sorrows ,
That was because my heart knows my guardian would always be right behind me,
Watching over my every step , but he soon began to ebb away ,
There were no longer dull grey clouds to shield me from the sun ,
No longer mellow pitched voices in my head that would break the placidness in my life ,
No longer silhouettes of massive wings lurking behind me , giving me warmth and faith ,
He was gone and I was left alone , but it dawned upon me ,
I was alone to begin with and will perpetually be till I ebb away to meet him in heaven.

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at My Guardian Angel.