Bed of wood, Poetry by Egor Sanin

Genre: Rhyme, Life

Bed of wood by Egor Sanin
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I fall asleep on a bed of wood.
I will spread upon it —
Water engulfing a beach.
The bubbles will be my thoughts,
Created and popping without a trace.
I will seep into the wood,
Permeating the surface,
Hard, and softening under my caress.
No sign of me will be left,
Save the darkened hue of brown.
Like this, in silence, I drown.

 

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Voice of Addiction, Poetry by Chantelle Cherie Cox

Genre: Life/Addiction

Voice of Addiction
by Chantelle Cherie Cox

Well, it’s nice to finally meet you.
I’ve been waiting for your call.
I’ve noticed youve been crying,
and ive watched you pace the halls

Whatever has been hurting you, I can make it disappear.
You know you have nothing to lose, nothing to live for,
nothing to fear.

Thank you, for your invention. I’ll be sure not to leave your side. Well become very fast acquainted. My naive child, theres no use trying to hide.

I should probably introduce myself. I am your very own addiction. But, you can not be angry with me. I am your own self-conviction.

I bet you feel rather stupid, falling right into my lap. I’m a master at manipulation. Youll never escape my trap. How does it feel to dance with the devil? For he and I are one in the same. God, has completley abandoned you, so you might as well stay in the game.

Are you honestly going to try and beat me? A useless battle if you want to know. Go a head and make an attempt. Besides, I’m in the mood for a good show.

I guess you think your special. But your not you cant hold your sobriety long enough. I’m still around every corner, In the back of your mind. I’m your greatest fear.

I’ll always be your dirty little secret. I won’t disappear a visious cycle, that’s what your thinking. I’m satans weapon of mass destruction, and a silent killer of Americas youth.

It’s genius when you think of it, but what you don’t realize, is everyday drugs will walk through your front door right before your very eyes.

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My Cathartic Heel, Poetry by A.C.B.

Genre: Rhyme, Life

My Cathartic Heel
by A.C.B.

In weary sentence and weathered scripture,
two still listen to what is mine and expressed,
the Theatre, empty, and free to see picture,
but not to hear meaning, none to be impressed.

The stressed marrow made hallow; numbly tranquil
like the once blue blood that boiled.
Gray are the matters of this uncapped, madder sort of a mad hatter–coiled, and toiled with.

To fall on the listeners of what is hers and expressed,
perhaps just to be heard, or understood at best.
But the twilight holds its show, even still as heads lay low,
not to give way to what is cumbersome,
tis the sum of them all under slumber, but one….

Should one listen now, be my image–uncovered…

Be unveiled; make cathartic my wavering heel and my purging spirit,
seige the poor pores of a heart ripped and torn, archers take aim at this heel and spear it!
Give color to the matter- the grey matter, that which fractured the structure that upholds my rueful tatters.

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7.26 TRAIN, Poetry by Stephen Karnaghan

Genre: Life, Society

7.26 TRAIN
by Stephen Karnaghan

The realization …
confronting …
my journey …
my initiation …
the pain …
the exhaustion …
because now I have …
tree time warrior …
do not worry …
your secret is …
nobody would …
the realization …
the nightmare …
oh the vain will …
and I …
and I …
feel my life slip away …
the understanding …
how could I …
the realization …
too confronting …
people will not …
and the equation floating in nothing …
waiting to activate …
the straightening of time …
imprisoned in our conscious minds …
ever bow tie …
is nothing …
and …
and …
to my horror …
it all makes …
and we …
the entertainment of the Universe …
Oh! Oh! How the vain will suffer …
and I …
with bow tie time …
generations loving lusting …
Oh! …
maybe others will know …
poets …
rejected poets …
given the key …
to the question …
oh we are so stupid …
vain …
and ridiculous …
and the title may …
may be the answer.

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About Poetry, Poetry by lars blichfeldt

Genre: Life, Society

About Poetry by lars blichfeldt

I used to love hating poetry.

Written by those who failed 
living the expected life themselves.

Now wrapping up words 
in riddles and fancy glitter.
To attain the unattainable.

Narcissistic socialists
breathing the universe
while reminding the masses 
to be satisfied just looking at the sun.


I did.
I looked at the sun.

Astonishing...

Perhaps i was wrong.
Perhaps i was the failure.


I started writing.
It felt refreshing.

Pats on the back, 
Polite comments and praises.
I was seduced.

Intoxicated by appreciation.


Soon i would be the lump of coal.
transforming into a diamond.

The winning ticket.

The one in a million.

Flawless.

Unique.

Without practice.

Without effort.

A unicum.


This 'new' me..

A thinker.. 

A writer..

A word wrapper..

A poet..


What i loved to hate, 
I now hated to love.


Thinking like a child.

Naive like a child.

I believed the sun turned around me.


One day i might grow up.

One day i might loose this spirit.
 
Hopefully it wont be soon.

 

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A Night on The Town Of Paris, Poetry by Emaglaw

Genre: Life, Society, Rhyme

A Night on The Town Of Paris:
by Emaglaw

Fall down, lay low and pray,
The delay of the crowd is blinding.
Fall down, lay low and pray,
Realized fear is now arising,
Fall down, lay-low and pray,
My God the Blood is Spraying.
Fall down, lay-low and pray,
The delay, to Reload, was temporary.
Fall down, no need, we lay,
Like birds we flocked together.
Be still, don’t move, they’ll see,
oh God please here our plea.
Cry out, don’t shoot, don’t kill,
Deaths release is now upon thee.

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SIMPLICITY, Poetry by C.Denyce (Ward)

Genres: Family, Hope, Inspirational, Life, Love, Motivational

SIMPLICITY
by C.Denyce (Ward)

SIMPLICITY. Trees, bushes, flowers, grass, swayed in the wind…to a beat all of their own. As I sat in my car watching this green form of life I began to reminisce on my own life’s past. It was oh so simple back then.

A child playing in the grass, swaying backwards and forwards between siblings in a game of tag, hide n seek, dodge ball…not a care in the world…laughter engulfing the country air.

Today I sat in the car with the windows down and roof back, basking in the sun’s hot, yet soothing ray’s shining through the sunroof while visions of life’s past ran freely across the freshly cut lawn. It was at that moment in time I longed for simplicity again. Not for the child of life’s past but for the pleasure it could bring.

As I looked out over the lawn I watched several planted trees all different in their own way, swaying to and fro, I felt a strong breeze of warm air sweep across my face. At that moment my thoughts grew deeper into simplicity of life’s past. In an instant, in a flash, I felt a sense of simple joy, a simple childhood peace that had long been forgotten; buried deep inside somewhere that only a gentle warm breeze could bring to surface. At that very moment, I found my very own tree, my very own bush, my very own patch of grass that swayed to and fro. I found a moment of happiness. I found SIMPLICITY!

Original Writing by:
C.Denyce (Ward)
©2015

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