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I want you to post the one poem you have written that you think is the best one you have ever written. I don't really have any limits other then one poem per person and it could be co-written. good luck!!

I'm Not the Same

You're my angel sent from Heaven above.
You're my one and only true love.
I'd go to the ends of the earth to make you happy,
But would you do the same for me?
When I say I love you, you say I love you too,
But you don't love me the way I want you to.
When we first met, I didn't know I'd care so much,
But every time you touch
Me my heart skips a beat.
My temperature rises to heat
Every time you get close to me.
Baby I'm  trying to be
The guy to prove to you that not every guy is the same.
As of now I'm keeping the beast inside tame.
You need to stop comparing me to everybody else.
Baby I'd travel through a million Hells
To prove to you that I'm different.
I've tried so hard to show you that I'm decent.
I'm tired of crying all the time,
So why don't you just be mine?

Last Nail in the Coffin !!!

Poem Image My facade hides the true soul
Its the deep devil who empowers the control
Invisible reflections in the life's mirror
No one sees my burning flames in terror.
 
Slowly drowning in the blood soaked tears
Lost in the maze of spur and spears
Scary dreams, Piercing screams
Encapsulating into the dark screens.
 
The neverending blackness in my vicinity
Has handicapped badly with the insecurity  
Being the victim of pure damnation
Wracked with splinters my dead emotion.
 
Betrayal, cheating all came my way
Tired of fakeness, finally Heart had to say :
"Alone, cold and burned out of stalking
Please for god's sake, now put this last nail in my coffin."

This is part of a series but I think it is probably my best


JEALOUS ANGELS WHISPER HER NAME
(PART SIX OF THE TRAGEDY OF THE GOD-CROSSED LOVERS)


Within the courts of those most high
Are seraphim libertines with jealous eyes.
With open ears and wiggling tongues
Are whispered secrets beyond the light
Of the lover of a another
   Outside the arms of god.

Little fetishes inside the glass
Seeking acceptance of a test to pass
With false praise of beauty.
Upon the truth they will trespass
On the glowing falling star
   Banished from Heaven.

Wicked little lies
Spread between the rights,
Given by the Lord.
Made up absolutes
Trading with the truth,
Removed her from the board.

Is it possible
That she was present
When Troy had fallen?
Helen in the light
Stands against the night
Could she hear my calling?

Tales of her beauty traveled the planes
From Heaven to Hell and everywhere in between.
Armies arose to spy her flawless skin
Bathing nude the rivers, never seen.
Unknown modesty begets her
   As she watches the boys at play.

A thousand ships launched for her
To Troy and beyond the murk
Of the blackened waters of the Styx.
Could she see me where I lurk,
Deep into the shadows,
   Searching for her sign?

I can hear them now
Softly asking how
She influenced the gain
Of splendid power
From her fallen tower,
Jealous angels whisper
Her name.

Faith shines more brightly than I
Standing against the tide
Of envy, pride and hate.
Immunity to all the lies
Of the devil’s whore
   Spread upon the floor.

Through centuries she has endured
As a dove among the herds,
A celebrity they have embraced.
She’s a light that tends to serve
To push away the dark
   And keep the wolves at bay.

I can hear them now
Softly asking how
She influenced the gain
Of splendid power
From her fallen tower,
Jealous angels whisper
Her name.

All will celebrate her face
Shining with the grace
Even featured in deleted scenes.
Faith will take her place
In the ranks of human race
   And live forever.

Beware oF the DoG....
By Devilish

Its not the verse I rehears
For you I
bring my worse

The curse of etiquette..
Raw by nature

I'm the daughter of a whore

The abused lil girl next door..

The crime of lunch time
created an animal..

Things you cant even handle reading
Yet

Down my neck your breathing..

Your notions are weak
See me and wanna speak..

You were my enemy yesterday
but today you wanna play together

My toys are dangerous

Linger in the background
the sound of untamed dogs

I'm demonized

While your hypmotized
       disguised as golden...

You hold no candle to me
Even in fantasy you hide

This land is your land this land is my land

What
because your
mommy never touched you there

well then
your a rare breed..

I got a dirty taste
that you chase

your embrace is a waste

for my coat is foul
but my heart is holy..

beware of the dog
that carries the bone

for she is the dog
that will
roam YOUR  throne..



knock knock..

Brinda that was your masterpiece girl;)

AlisVolatPropriis8 said:Brinda that was your masterpiece girl;)

Thanku Rakhi Honored

From the dark side of the Moon

Flying in with hooded cape
Billowing with unfelt wind
Black outside with reddish seams
Hugging me with its soft satin
Of dark wishes, needs and desires
I am he, she, it who comes
From the dark side of the moon
 
I come with a bag of wonders
Like an inverted Santa Claus
For men and women who wish
For more than they do have
To make their wish come true
For dreams to become real
To realise gossamer webs of visions      
 
For you my voluptuous maiden
With pendulous breasts that begs
For needy lustful release
I am your lover tonight
A night of punishing ecstasy
Screams of orgasmic delight
for the undertaker’s task on the morrow  
 
For you my hunk of a man
With your beautiful hard body
Your fantastical needs I will meet
I will ride you hard tonight
Allow you mind bursting ejaculations
You will traverse the universe of pleasure
For tomorrow you will die
 
For you my petulant child
I will show you the playground
Of Ferris wheels and merry-go-rounds
Of magic carpets that fly to the sky
Of ice creams and lollipops
and gingerbread houses
You will adorn my dining table
 
For I am I, a being from the dark side of the moon
I am arrayed in clothes of ingenuity
I am wrapped in a cape of insanity
I am dreams and realities personified
I am tangible and intangible
You beckon me always
In your thoughts, wishes, desires, needs...
In lonely silence.

this was a beginning
i do not feel well

Alive Enough For Now
I throw my heart through the next somersault;
Cartwheel in the rougue-vert grass blades
From a storm eye in the sky I see
I seem so young
From crying for youth bound to be lost
I fling tears from the nearly-heaven
Like throwing salt hailstones
But I can not stop myself turning
All on my own axis, into something
Doesn't need a voice to prove it is alive
Only a stretched and beaten canvas to inscribe
And under assault of lightning-light stabs I
Laughed from the electric soil all the way to my toes
Because of the fizzing static imaginations I had at the time.
I spun through the thunder
Feeling like a sheer-edged silver frisbee
In a game with Olympus
In the garden of Gesthemane eating pomegranate seeds from poisoned trees
Faceless and beautiful in delight
Hands whirling like a fast-forward clock
I am, yes I will be a firework
Flaying an indulgence in punishment from my finger-tips
Bursting bubbles in new dimensions
No never run if you can but travel any other way
Never sink but if you can dive and search for black pearls
Never stop for the world if you can only stop the world
And in the rain-slick-black Tarmac slap of hands and feet
Is a small girl who wants to stay so forever.
The lines on the road are only gauze tape
Where the green-grass blades have hurt
So be cautious to peel away from staring at
The eyes of cats and monsters
And tear yourself up again
For there is always one more revolution
Turn the hourglass over and start again
Wind up the clock; flip the coin and roll the dice
Spin the wheel and cartwheel yourself through
Invisible infinitude and inconceivable tomorrow
While the bright blinding flashes
Are screaming tongues at the underworld
The blinders hit for attention
I go past it all for I
Am simple heart in loop-the-loops
Beating protest in my throat for word choices
That only tie up your thoughts and bring you up short
Round and round the gardens under midnight sun.
Because this is the summer of somersaults
I will bypass the bypass I will
Bridge myself a break
From being fixed
In broken bridges I see loss and hope
And these circles and circus rings circumferencing
May stretch the usual boundaries for darkness
But it is worth the jaw-drop wonder
For these
Imminently bright-blue
Sundance cartwheels of mine

You’re That Demon, The Sinner. ! extreme content !



In all Aspects you were destine to fall beneath.
 
 
Heavens eyes.
 
 
To permit others to follow in your damned footsteps.
 
 
The little ones.
 
 
Misguided by Lust.
 
 
The thing you inject into them.
 
 
Corrupting their purity.
 
 
With the sickening touch.
 
 
Breaking the fine surface of hope.
 
 
You’ve stained them as Harlot’s.
 
 
Slipping a liars tongue.
 
 
Through the mouths of the innocent.
 
 
Sending your demons.
 
 
To slaughter citizens.
 
 
Who walk towards the path of purge?
 
 
And Sanctity.
 
 
To lead them in the fiery.
 
 
Gate of Hell.
 
 
In the eyes of many.
 
 
You’d be the Monster among Men.
 
 
To only be born of the beast.
 
 
Then human kind alone.
 
 
Breed to bring Torture.
 
 
Pain.
 
 
Misery.
 
 
It’s too bad.
 
 
You will never grasp.
 
 
The true feeling of Love.
 
 
Forever doomed.
 
 
To wonder of the salvation.
 
 
To submit to your sins.
 
 
You’d make a killer.
 
 
Look like a saint.
 
 
Your feet even poison the very ground.
 
 
You so deviously prance upon.
 
 
The Devil himself tips his head to you.
 
 
For bringing him the young Tramps.
 
 
That wear nothing but hopelessness.
 
 
Of unreachable dreams.
 
 
You’ve Destroyed Them!
 
 
Everyone knows your doings.
 
 
“The wolf that kills the sheep.”
 
 
The honorable priest speaks of you.
 
 
To say “the demon’s child exist.”
 
 
The easy road to Hell.
 
 
Where Satan's followers welcome you.
 
 
The Pure agony.
 
 
Of a man gone wrong.
 
 
Even God is ashamed that he made.
 
 
Someone like you.
 
 
Holy water.
 
 
And Jesus, who died for our sins.
 
 
Can’t redeem you to a proper human being.
 
 
You’re a lost soul.
 
 
It’s too late for an exorcism.
 
 
You must have the mark of Satan.
 
 
Tattooed to tainted flesh and blood.
 
 
The arc Angels.
 
 
Won’t fight your battle.
 
 
You will never be saved.
 
 
As I write this now.
 
 
These words cannot explain.
 
 
How wrong it was to keep you.
 
 
Among the living.
 
 
You should have been aborted.
 
 
Or in more likely hood.
 
 
Suicide seems almost fitting for you.
 
 
To be done by your own hands.
 
 
For no one will touch you.
 
 
They choose not to give you.
 
 
A sweet release.
 
 
We are scared that.
 
 
The very nature of you.
 
 
Around us will intoxicate.
 
 
Our chance to even see heavens pearly white gates.
 
 
The ones that you will never.
 
 
Walk through.
 
 
But I am just a humble poet.
 
 
The one who knew you.
 
 
As man once.
 
 
Before hell’s fire consumed you.
 
 
Body and Mind.
 
 
I’ve written your story.
 
 
Because.
 
 
“You’re That Demon, The Sinner”.

Hmm I'll be keeping it short but sweet n.n


Beautiful Demise

Jagged in the creases
Blood is running deeper
It trickles down the chambers
Of a Seldom beating heart
On the bright white walls of freedom
The canvas which has freed it
What was once a source of living
Is now a work of art