| | 8 Line Poetry Stanzas - Use Last Line 4 First LinePage 87 of 132 (73, 74, 75, 76, 77, 78, 79, 80, 81, 82, 83, 84, 85, 86, 87, 88, 89, 90, 91, 92, 93, 94, 95, 96, 97, 98, 99, 100, 101, 102, 103, 104, 105, 106, 107, 108, 109, 110, 111, 112, 113) | no one sees without their eyes
kill the beast before I die
can you see an aching soul aflame?
why torture me more with your incessant games
Should we write yet another line?
should we waste even more time?
My love for "poetry" has driven me insane
I wallow in a pit of misery and disdain
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Posted: 3/5/2012 7:38:07 PM | I wallow in a pit of misery and disdain
those days I forget to drain that squalid rain
black mold spreadding rampant across my walls
crouched in the corner trying desparetly to be small
these fat fingers rip with successive clawing
transferring anger of reprisal jawing into secret drawing
some future stumble may present the right light
with faith the finding will provide insight | |
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Posted: 3/6/2012 1:57:56 PM | With faith
the finding will provide insight
Without faith
the finding falls flat and false
As if one gives over the thrill of living
to the gods of the universe to determine
ones reactions to day to day feeling
as if god cares what I eat | |
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Posted: 3/6/2012 6:41:45 PM | God cares what i eat
cares too about where I sleep
he said he"d fulfill my needs
If in him I would only believe
I hope to go with him one day
on that I continually will pray
that he keep us safe from harm
one day he takes me in his arms | |
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Posted: 3/6/2012 8:45:39 PM | one day he takes me in his arms
unveiling what were hidden charms
patiently quelling instinctive alarm
solid and fully present
encircled by his energy
corralling me when I aim to flee
belly laughing along with me
love rises incandescent | |
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Posted: 3/7/2012 1:41:41 AM | Love rises incandescent
A brilliant starburst flare
Swaying slowly over no man's land
Exposing its territory
Its obstacles
Its casualties
Despite the dangers
We wander into the bloom | |
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Posted: 3/7/2012 4:14:23 AM | we wander into the bloom
softly as we step
a field of wildflowers
beaming at the moon
these flowers are nocturnal
filled with heavenly scents
lying in this flowerbed
bliss fills every sense | |
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Posted: 3/7/2012 7:52:40 AM | bliss fills every sense
reading these poems
often feeling too intense
the show must go on
in a song from the bottom of that pit called soul
its strong tongue of wrotten coarse grit fills the bowl
so long to young cotton as polyester takes it toll
the chaffing will help to remember the pole | |
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Posted: 3/7/2012 1:43:02 PM | the chafing will help to remember the pole
and the pole will remember my sweaty palms, frantic
as I climbed higher and higher
above the hounds nipping at my heels
barking furiously, snapping their jaws
wet noses quivering, inhaling my musk of fear and loathing
at being imprisoned against all law and reason
in the dungeon of my own dark heart | |
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Posted: 3/7/2012 2:51:01 PM | in the dungeon of my own dark heart
unsure of how I got there
perhaps there's blame on my part
and not just your burden to bare
in the well of my own deep tears
darkness swallows me whole
a lifetime of pain and fears
peek through my tattered soul | |
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Posted: 3/7/2012 2:55:08 PM | in the dungeon of my own dark heart
the light shone in through tiny beams
like laser tearing me apart
a hologram to start
where each miniscule part
when a light beam passes through
becomes a whole person again
now free of the hidden dungeon
ahhh...
peek through my shattered soul
a single candlelight behold
a flame that barely one could see
a light that held no heat or beauty
a tiny thread to wrap the head
to try and ease the suffering
for in my dreams were not light beings
but millions dead from torturing
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Posted: 3/7/2012 5:33:46 PM | millions dead from torturing
used together with debauchery
no bottom in the pit
just continue as you see fit
as beauty continues to fade
eventually the uplifted shade
gives the blinders light
to what was hidden from sight | |
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Posted: 3/8/2012 4:58:43 AM | what was hidden from sight
is all too obvious tonight
no point in blocking the vision
darkness will enter your prison
shadowing the slightest of light
ending all shades of delight
filling your heart with such strife
making a misery of one's life | |
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Posted: 3/8/2012 8:24:59 AM | making a misery of one's life round here
seems to be the choice of too many kids
we are surrounded by paradise its clear
though so many are afraid to make bids
the debts of our fathers have been forgiven
that's a part of the western decission
too bad the old world keeps that justice hidden
choosing the past to excuse poor incissions | |
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Posted: 3/8/2012 6:46:50 PM | from the likes of you
to the likes of me
despite worlds without a clue
helps us all to see
from the likes of me
i see the light in you
shaking my head, i wish i was free
to pay what seems is due | |
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Posted: 3/9/2012 2:24:15 PM | to pay what seems is due
and to demand just recompense
for slights that only I knew
could be so crushing to you
in your brave vulnerability
yet did I take some big steps back
knowing in my heart of course I lacked
any power to do right by you | |
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Posted: 3/9/2012 2:30:52 PM | any power to do right by you
all held in what you construe
another message misread
other words left unsaid
one day we all will proceed
to a doomsday not forseen
while realizing its not in my hands
nor in the hands of any man | |
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Posted: 3/9/2012 2:43:51 PM | nor in the hands of any man
do I find my pleasure
in days gone past I surely gasped
at every touch and quiver
now at last, at long long last
I find pleasure even in weather
the storms, the gales, the lightning, the hails
leave me unsatisfied never | |
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Posted: 3/10/2012 4:56:59 AM | leave me unsatisfied never
Deep down, we all have the liberty to choose
Make the right choices, to thyself be true
Mistakes will be made in your life that is true
But in the game of life, your soul will never loose
Life is like a parade
You can sit on you a s s and simply watch it go by
Or you can be part of it and at least give it a try | |
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Posted: 3/10/2012 4:34:16 PM | At least give it a try,
don't dcny
Just let your dreams fly.
Sometimes it's do or die
Because life is short
Sometimes even for a retort
Make sure to enjoy the finest resort
Fine gentleman will court | |
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Posted: 3/11/2012 8:07:04 AM | a fine gentleman will court
the others will resort to Tom-foolery
creating costume jewellery that will clash
in a dine and dash report
so the retort of what wasn't recalled
made that stalled truck suspect
with little intellect present in the morning
the warning would become appalled | |
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Posted: 3/11/2012 12:46:09 PM | The warning would become appalled
if she had actually said it out loud
but as it was she kept it quiet
she did not wish to start a riot
The signs were there, the omens loomed
she, the Seer could see the doom
the Acme anvil hovered o'er their heads
poised to squash them so flat and dead | |
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Posted: 3/11/2012 1:09:33 PM | poised to squash them so flat and dead
instead she gave them another chance
a chance at life to breathe again
one more chance to befriend
they swallowed bait ate it whole
lest til they were free from her threshold
at it again they decided better would they hide it
weaving the web too an even tighter knitch | |
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Posted: 3/11/2012 1:51:58 PM | weaving the web too an even tighter knitch
i fell off the roof and needed a stitch
Me mum done ask me why you run on the roof
I said to see whos the fastest and that is the truth
so me grandad asked why'd you jump off that bridge?
I said to prove that i think i can be done
for aint nuthin there but a few beers,
some pasta and some rum | |
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