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lepperochan
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Tyrant of Words
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Troll Bridge
Far be it for me to exaggerate melancholy
after all, this poem was supposed to be cheerful
like the marriage of a prince and princess
she, dressed in a spotless white silken gown
her face glowing with high levels of luminosity
and he, the epitome of gentlemanly tendencies
stood halfway down the isle with outstretched hand
waiting to lead his bride to the alter
But. life is such, that if one were a gambling man
it'd be no real show of madness to wager
that the usual strict order of things apply everywhere
and before too long, even the most lush of pastures
become bare with the seasons whim,
and even the best cared for roses become withered
There is however, no need for total despair
because if their two hearts are still bridged solid
and the morning air brings a more lenient tone
than that of the beer and nicitine the night before,
the original sentiments should be strong enough
to withstand the extortion of feelings
from the troll that resides under every bridge
Far be it for me to exaggerate melancholy
after all, this poem was supposed to be cheerful
like the marriage of a prince and princess
she, dressed in a spotless white silken gown
her face glowing with high levels of luminosity
and he, the epitome of gentlemanly tendencies
stood halfway down the isle with outstretched hand
waiting to lead his bride to the alter
But. life is such, that if one were a gambling man
it'd be no real show of madness to wager
that the usual strict order of things apply everywhere
and before too long, even the most lush of pastures
become bare with the seasons whim,
and even the best cared for roses become withered
There is however, no need for total despair
because if their two hearts are still bridged solid
and the morning air brings a more lenient tone
than that of the beer and nicitine the night before,
the original sentiments should be strong enough
to withstand the extortion of feelings
from the troll that resides under every bridge
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Paul Summerscales
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Paul Summerscales
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Devil Woman
Petulant she is
her intellect on the rocks
mob handling all of his
finances to be lost
her luminosity stinks
of bedraggle , lax embossed .
With each fresh morning
brings scorn and full extortion
not stealthy , slick nor dazzling
she's a troll strict on haggling
with a cheery , nicotine grin
halfway to paradise
from her sins
she greets I who hates her
for she can't impersonate
no mater .
Petulant she is
her intellect on the rocks
mob handling all of his
finances to be lost
her luminosity stinks
of bedraggle , lax embossed .
With each fresh morning
brings scorn and full extortion
not stealthy , slick nor dazzling
she's a troll strict on haggling
with a cheery , nicotine grin
halfway to paradise
from her sins
she greets I who hates her
for she can't impersonate
no mater .
JAITO
Magic poemz
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Magic poemz
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FRESH
You have to get focused on your game
in the Morning empty your brain ready to play
Put everything else behind, forget your pain
Then start off by giving the best.
You have to get focused on your game
Its useless for you to fight hate
Believe me its a must to feel pain
Concentrate deeply for you to win the race.
You have to get focused on your game
Forget all the bad comments that they say
Struggle on the moment, add something everyday
Practice hard and you will win if you believe in yourself.
You have to get focused on your game
Since each strong effort must yield success
After the worst, there is something great
All you have to do is just see ahead.
You have to get focused on your game
This moment you poses is just blessed
So go in and use your head well
Since victory will be the core at the end.
You have to get focused on your game
in the Morning empty your brain ready to play
Put everything else behind, forget your pain
Then start off by giving the best.
You have to get focused on your game
Its useless for you to fight hate
Believe me its a must to feel pain
Concentrate deeply for you to win the race.
You have to get focused on your game
Forget all the bad comments that they say
Struggle on the moment, add something everyday
Practice hard and you will win if you believe in yourself.
You have to get focused on your game
Since each strong effort must yield success
After the worst, there is something great
All you have to do is just see ahead.
You have to get focused on your game
This moment you poses is just blessed
So go in and use your head well
Since victory will be the core at the end.
PassionOfVengeance
Jacqueline Rochelle
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Jacqueline Rochelle
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The luminosity of my despair drills a hole through my mind
The clock is ticking, the one for my life
A forthright tale has come to an end, as reality has hit
The pain sears through my body, breaking me down
The morning to come has extortion of pain
A distant memory of a spotless marriage, so peaceful, cheerful
Now withered with the order of fate, suppressed with no glee
Taken away has the love once seen by all, modest in all way
An original flower of their thoughts bloomed with their actions
Hiding from all is my nicotine I need
No one to save me, not even halfway
My soul is a troll, over and over it rolls, good to bad
They see me fall, hard to the ground I lay, though they think I exaggerate
Melancholy floods through my mind, pulling me harder down below all that succeeded
I act lenient to those who show such pity, I want none of
As if scheduled the pain hits again, powerful with order shall it be
I see fates end right in front, yet pulling away as if to taunt me
It hides and shows with a strict manner, showing me how it's done
As if to sleep I fall by extortion, drifting away, in fates hands I pass
The clock is ticking, the one for my life
A forthright tale has come to an end, as reality has hit
The pain sears through my body, breaking me down
The morning to come has extortion of pain
A distant memory of a spotless marriage, so peaceful, cheerful
Now withered with the order of fate, suppressed with no glee
Taken away has the love once seen by all, modest in all way
An original flower of their thoughts bloomed with their actions
Hiding from all is my nicotine I need
No one to save me, not even halfway
My soul is a troll, over and over it rolls, good to bad
They see me fall, hard to the ground I lay, though they think I exaggerate
Melancholy floods through my mind, pulling me harder down below all that succeeded
I act lenient to those who show such pity, I want none of
As if scheduled the pain hits again, powerful with order shall it be
I see fates end right in front, yet pulling away as if to taunt me
It hides and shows with a strict manner, showing me how it's done
As if to sleep I fall by extortion, drifting away, in fates hands I pass
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Dangerous Mind
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Don't know if I am too late, but lol Here ya go
Earth Sciences Under The Mason Dixon Line
Hollywood, New York even, has learned little about sweeping star-sand up under rugs in Alabama. Capote was too dazzling for this place. Truman was too dazzling for himself as well.
Siphon how "on the rocks" tinkles
in urban hemispheres,who impersonate stealthy
cores left under nicotine twinkles of a longer
established cheery looking universe.
So, slick like a comet, that troll hauled ass out of here, letting the tail end of his little luminosity shine from under another bridge.
You'll swallow anything when
ravenous for chlorophyll answers
to the hunger gnawing your wood-less
gut with a hot tar tread..
But Harper stayed, finding a porch with a Pulitzer view, where fire-flies are still a child's meteor shower, and a Southern Sunday morning will bedraggle mantled praying any day.
Go on grinding that road
down, subtracting lax miles
from Spring, and Autumn life.
Nibble at the rubble
Cosmic extortion is debt a revolutionary city mob doesn't know how to pay. But we, on the other hand are ransom-willing when it comes to Paradise here.
of an Asphalt Winter, splintering
organic ache across chipped bones.
But we'd rather eat Summers of strict
sciences for future endless hibernation.
Atticus was fresh moonlight, with a scorn for petulant pricks of jag waiting to be sucked, black holes, halfway done with their business of seeping out of dark places
where the Bloody ground always faces Heaven
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Earth Sciences Under The Mason Dixon Line
Hollywood, New York even, has learned little about sweeping star-sand up under rugs in Alabama. Capote was too dazzling for this place. Truman was too dazzling for himself as well.
Siphon how "on the rocks" tinkles
in urban hemispheres,who impersonate stealthy
cores left under nicotine twinkles of a longer
established cheery looking universe.
So, slick like a comet, that troll hauled ass out of here, letting the tail end of his little luminosity shine from under another bridge.
You'll swallow anything when
ravenous for chlorophyll answers
to the hunger gnawing your wood-less
gut with a hot tar tread..
But Harper stayed, finding a porch with a Pulitzer view, where fire-flies are still a child's meteor shower, and a Southern Sunday morning will bedraggle mantled praying any day.
Go on grinding that road
down, subtracting lax miles
from Spring, and Autumn life.
Nibble at the rubble
Cosmic extortion is debt a revolutionary city mob doesn't know how to pay. But we, on the other hand are ransom-willing when it comes to Paradise here.
of an Asphalt Winter, splintering
organic ache across chipped bones.
But we'd rather eat Summers of strict
sciences for future endless hibernation.
Atticus was fresh moonlight, with a scorn for petulant pricks of jag waiting to be sucked, black holes, halfway done with their business of seeping out of dark places
where the Bloody ground always faces Heaven
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