NEw POems and Personal OpinionsI had an arguement with my dad about the defintion of poetry. He said that it had to have ryhme and rythm. I said it was an expression of emotion through words. What do you guys think?
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BleedBreak sacraligous skin on parchmentBleed
Let it bleed the words of a song no one shall ever grace Let it bleed the words Of a letter, burned at the edges and crumbling into the dust Let in bleed the hope of a peaceful society stamped with falsehood Let in bleed the hope, of everyone who still directs their eyes to the stars of night. Find your failure tucked under success and join the rest of us. Too blind to forge the path forward; Too dumb to know the obvious; Too deaf to hear the sinicle sorrow; Let it bleed our so-called wisdom on the floor.
by ~Po-Tait-Tree123
Dressed to Diei see the way you walk, teeth out ready to kill the sarcastic daggers hidden inDressed to Die
your smile a glint of predation and malice
imbeded in your eye further from the truth and closer to the lie you find yourself classed among predators alike dressed up and ready to die trying to find yourself in the mirror, but
your lost in the sea of hate
i see the way you strut, claws
of injustice tense the insulting snakes swaying in
your hair a grin that cracks your face and sparpens my bones all i wish is to bury you alone among t
by ~Po-Tait-Tree123
Wedded at a FuneralBuildings lie in ruin, reeking of extinction and death. Decayed rubble lies, strewn where feet once walked,Wedded at a Funeral
as the frigidly dead wind picks up its breath, and foul winged birds sit in trees and squawk.
Void of stars, the sky pelts it's sorrow,
on bespattered street lamps still flickering, in a pitiful attempt to light the tomorrow. To no avail, they die and the darkness begins to thicken
Out of the blackness walks a ray of white. A bride, her footsteps echo among the debris. She does not feel twisted by the tainted sight, because she is dressed in veils of beaut
by ~Po-Tait-Tree123
EyelidsI sit with my heart in my hand,Eyelids
watching it beat. How it slowly erupts my life on to the tiles. How the hole in my chest leaves a chill in my lungs. How... icantclosemyeyes Sleep evades me, a ghost of the past. I remember when I knew not the pain. And my
cheeks knew not the wetness. My fingers grip the bloody mess And release it in my pocket. I shall need it for later. Like when another love soaked lover shoves her stary eyes into my face And I will fall head over heels. I shall take my heart out
of my stained pocket and give it to h
by ~Po-Tait-Tree123
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BeautifulWhen I found you, I found a Rubix Cube: an incomplete, unfinished puzzle. I was never good at completing puzzles.Beautiful
I've spent time with that Rubix cube on countless occasions. Every time, it looks back at me, teases me, and reminds me how much I want to complete it. How much I want to complete you. One day, I managed to fill a whole side with the same colour, and felt that bit closer to success, until I looked at the other facets and saw how broken they were. As I slept, I tried to work out a method; spinning blocks tumbling over and around each other, refusing to line up.&nbs
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Likewise, I'll have to make an effort to read through these works of yours.
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"People who do not appreciate poetry always find it difficult to distinguish between order and chaos in the arrangement of images."
- T.S. Eliot
If you would like.. lol they are free to browse
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There is no pleasure without pain, thus we find salvation in suffering
-Stephan King
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"People who do not appreciate poetry always find it difficult to distinguish between order and chaos in the arrangement of images."
- T.S. Eliot
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There is no pleasure without pain, thus we find salvation in suffering
-Stephan King
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There is no pleasure without pain, thus we find salvation in suffering
-Stephan King
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