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What Lies In Advance?

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Poetry

A compilation of the poems I wrote throughout the years

Sonnet 7: will you still love me?

Sonnet 7: will you still love me? When this beauty fades will you still love me? This was her words questioning my intentions. I dwell in my mind before I manifest my Revelations, being analytical and honest not to be crème. My answer is the truth it do not decay with time for I don't want to be a subject of prosecution, and only truth will be my protection. Here is my answer for "will you still love me?" The subject of my love is the subject of your conduct. I love the peace that has bonded int

The Ballad of Amelia Grace | Poem

Try to understand the meaning of the poem, if you can! A poem from an anonymous poet. Read here...

Songs from The Other Man

A handful of poems from The Songs of Lexicon, Written by Opoku Lexicon

Loving you keeps on becoming easier

Loving you keeps on becoming easier Some people want to hit the rainbow nation, I just want to make you my nation. Taking you on a very romantic vacation, and have some good times in island nation. Since we became a unit, my life had a few tweaks. How I am ignoring and ditching my friends. As weird as it sounds I even missed my team’s games because your love is competing with my interests. With you emotional intelligence is growing bigger, my love for you keeps on getting deeper. As these love c

They Aspire

They Aspire Its flabbergasting when spectators are astonished I tried to conceal my path and yet viewed like cinema. I am not a public figure but my actions are figures, well documented and displayed like perfect picture being traced and analyzed like next opponent in the fixture sometime being trapped their desire is capture. For being honest and just they hold grudge. For picking my path and dwell on it they judge. For being myself they trick, tempt and wish I budge, for they disturb my peace

Liquor-Damus

A Short Poem Written By Alex O'bor Liquor-Damus Black-out at the backseat Oh no, i think its a dream Soak my robes in blood and spray my head with hot coals and ashes It's worthless if it's not over heels Because Scholars told me "Love heals" So i got mine scattered like branches of the grapevine Still, Eve is not mine Oh no, i think its a dream. Since after the Fall of mankind; Juices from the apple fruits never tasted sweet I'm Naked on the North-Pole Then i lay my heart bare on its cold sheet

Keep Going

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Incarcerated

The poem is about being afraid to be who i am because of the hatred and Rejection i will face if i don’t live to society's expectations of living.

He would be the Satan

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Spittle at Dawn

There is a little bird Sited on the flower Sipping the pollens, Singing without ceasing: All flowers all over the world Are nothing but bushes Domesticated like animals To adorn compounds As if they aren't bushes. Blossoming only at dawn Anytime our father refuses To drop his spittle They all withal All over the world.

Selenophile

Look at how the moon shines on a dark night Giving it her all--all her light Giving the humans light for a safe path Knowing real well that it was a borrowed light Oh poor Mr. Sun giving his all Giving all the light needed for us all As luna takes fame; for the light sol gave She became the hero for all human race Loved by every creature--every soul As if there aren't any cosmic god named sol

Again The Second Coming

✓ Again The Second Coming ✓ [ Inspired by ©W. B. Yeats "The Second Coming" ] ✓ Improve English @ rovlo.blogspot.com

Would that, I wouldn't be, what I am.

Would that, I Wouldn't be , What I am. A tiny creature, a form I desire, Unnoticed, Unknown An oyster in a shell, deep in the sea, Eternal peace, away from abyss Would that I wouldn't be, What I am, A little child, a form I desire, Careless, Reckless, Would laugh out loud, Innocent desires. To be cared, to be loved, Some things I aspire. Would that I wouldn't be, What I am, An elderly person, a form I desire, At peace, No worldly desire. Seen my time, Lived enough, Seen enough, understood the pl

warm love

this poem is about a person that i love the most

Don't You Ever Love a Poet

015 Don't you ever love a poet for they are a fool. Playing with deep and flowery words to write their unexpressed emotion. They don't have anything to offer. They don't have money nor gigantic castle, They can't give you your desire nor your needs. Really, they are useless. Holding a pen day and night, Conquering things with all their might. Thinking bloody words to write, Setting the candle as the light In this darkness that blocks their sight. During this midnight's cold, A poem is mold. Emot

Time is of the essence

A poem about the importance of time

PLANTATION

We all want to bloom and bear fruits, but we originate from different seeds and the conditions of our plantation differ. Some were planted for commercial purposes where their success is guarantee because they are being planted on optimal condition. Some were planted by mistake but they will survive because they are at right conditions. They enjoy the privilege of the soil they have fall on. Some were planted at wrong conditions by mistake but their farmers are doing the lot for them to survive g

A Chaotic World To Nurture

Superstar's first rhymes after The Existence created him. From a section of The Songs of Lexicon called Superstar's Rhymes