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'DEATH' a POEM

a poem about death, and how it is end and where we find peace,

I'M A WINNER

I'm a winner can't be a looser,i dominate can't be demoted. I rule in all facets of life cos am crowned with the wisdom which supercedes all my peers. Failure isn't permitted in my destiny and lineage cos we are embodiment of winners . We lead in all we do cos we are accord peculiar and royal priesthood. Am not moved by any challenges of life cos am born an over comer ,born to dominate. I flourish in my endeavours cos i have the right to prosper. I swim in prosperity cos the strong holds of po

Boundaries

017 Day and night I think of you. Since the day I laid my eyes on you, Your features are engraved in my mind And my feelings for you are bound. When you smile, you take my breath away. When you laugh you made my mind disarray. I wanted to walk by your side, And in your arms, I want to reside. The way you bite your lips, And the way you hold my hips; Sends me electrifying feelings That feels like there's magic in my surroundings. I want to be with you in this lifetime And love you until the end o

TWENTY FIRST CENTURY

Sewn into these walls Are lullaby from a century ago Can you hear them? History is about to repeat itself Like it always has Sentiments and sentinel Sent on sabbaticals. No one gives a damn If the roof collapses As long as the house stands. We are all sentenced to death Hanging on gallows that we Happily built Happy that they broke Before we met our maker Here's to another chance at life Dancing, drunk on stupidity Piss for rum, tears for beer Cheers, we have earned it. Its a cozy world, cased i

Insomia

024 This shit is keeping me up all night, depriving of sleep and rest. Always making my eyes wide open, feeding the bags under it. It's already morning and my eyes are still open. The rooster's shouting loudly, a sign that morning is near. But I am still here, wide awake. I tried to close my eyes so I can enter into dreamland. But this shit is keeping me up, turning me into a living corpse the next day. My brain is chaotic and loud, always thinking of 'what if's' and future. It won't shut up no

Nature's Beauty

A new poem from an anonymous poet...

The View From The Summit

010 Did you see that mountain's peak? It's so high and so hard to climb. I'm always behind its shadows and I'm so sick. But I am just me, So ordinary, I'm not strong. So I will not be able to climb that mountain peak. Did you see that high summit? I wonder how far my feet can take me there. But I'm just me, So mediocre, Far from strong. So I will not be able to step unto that summit. So I will just hide in its shadows, Never be able to see that sun ahead. I will just bury my self in my sorrows,

The Empty Man

The poem is about me, and how I feel about myself at the moment. It’s about how people can have an expectation of a man, and how he feels when he fails it miserably.

Gratitude

Gratitude, oh sweet gratitude, How you make our hearts uplifted, With every moment that we breathe, You remind us how we're gifted. For every dawn that breaks the night, And every bird that sings its song, For every friend that brings us light, We thank you, gratitude, so strong. With every challenge that we face, You show us how to persevere, And with your gentle, loving grace, We find the strength to conquer fear. In every smile that we receive, And every kindness that we see, We feel your war

There was a country

Once! There was a country That held hope for her people Whose leaders were the youths role models Whose people were the most disciplined Whose military were the nation's pride Whose students were the nation's erudite Whose economy prospered and flourished Yes! There was a country Whose neighbours were envious Whose citizens were contented Whose environment was friendly and peaceful Whose military strength, Was nothing compared to her neighbour's Yet she was satisfied and happy There was a countr

Carousel of pain

Dark poam of self torture

Scent of Hiding

029 Friendly as she is, always gives advice and answers queries. She laughs at every tiny parody, smiles at every little thing---so silly. Her charm was her beauty, a beauty she was insecure and shaky. She attracts souls who need therapy, a normal occurrence of hers every day. Her confidence was seasonal, she's cold but lowkey emotional. But beneath those facades, a stash was hidden, full of worries with no endin'. Midnight was her sweet haven, a time when she was free and in heaven. In the dark

What is Nature?

Nature, in the broadest sense, is the physical world or universe. "Nature" can refer to the phenomena of the physical world, and also to life in general. The study of nature is a large, if not the only, part of science.

Father's Day

On this day we celebrate The man who's always there Through thick and thin, he never falters Our rock, our guide, our care He taught us how to walk and talk And cheered us on each day He held our hands when we were scared And wiped our tears away He worked so hard to give us life And showed us how to love He sacrificed and gave his all To bless us from above So on this special day we honor The one who gave us birth We thank him for his strength and love And celebrate his worth We cherish every m

A Friendship Like No Other; A Birthday Like None Other

A birthday wish from Lexicon to his best friend. Taken from Birthday Wishes of The Songs of Lexicon

It’s Gone

It’s gone It’s gone Love is gone and sadness reborn Smiles packed along And left us in a state of forlorn Memories cracked in sorrow Not even a piece to borrow Tears now flow so thorough It’s reasons defined and justified For love was no more The present went so wrong That the future disappeared like sodom It’s gone it’s gone Our Love with time couldn’t stand so strong Our hearts gave up to the roar of doubts And now we lost it all Love couldn’t stand tall. We are left in a state of forlorn

"Everyday"

Everyday am on the race to my news, Not only racing to unknown life destinations, I wish I could see the upcoming stations But even my bros have their heavens, It's like everyone is upto seeing Nights, And hoping for the best of all living days, Everyday when I look upto the sky, I only see my shining anniversary, With beautiful birds flying all over orderly, Celebrating the sun and the wind happily, As I meditate with the stars keenly, From the top of stones carefully, Everyday I meet new human

Live after death

In shadows deep, where whispers fade, A realm unknown, where souls cascade, The afterlife, a mystic realm, Where life's true essence takes the helm. No longer bound by earthly chains, A new existence, where spirit gains, A canvas vast, where dreams take flight, In endless day or tranquil night. From mortal coil, we gently part, A journey to another start, In realms unseen, we find our way, A chance to bloom, a brighter day. With memories held, and love embraced, In afterglow, we find our place,

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OVERBOARD CHAOS AND REVIVE

Regrets

Emmy? Am Emmy, How I loved that name, The name used to bring me so much joy back then. I don't know how I would feel if anyone called me that again. No one knows my name anymore. Am invisible. Invisible, as the stars on midday My world crushed in one minute like a rogue wave. How I wish I could have a time machine to reverse things to how they were before, I was happy, at the matter of fact very happy. I could trade anything to have that life back . . . . .