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IF HEAVEN HAD VISITING HOURS

If heaven had visiting hours, I would talk to God like I talk to myself, I want to see him shrug when I tell him I'm losing faith. I want to watch him stay quiet for a while, and say, God? What's on your mind? If heaven had visiting hours, I would take a stroll with Jesus when I feel depressed, I want his hands on my shoulder when I pour out my heart so I can look up in his eyes and say, you feel me right? cause friends are supposed to feel each other. If heaven had visiting hours, I wish we cou

What Lies In Advance?

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Poetry

A compilation of the poems I wrote throughout the years

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...

MUSIC

Music is a poem about a woman seeking the acknowledgment of her lover.

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

Negative Thinking.

Definition. Negative thoughts are cognitions about the self, others, or the world in general that are characterized by negative perceptions, expectations, and attributions and are associated with unpleasant emotions and adverse behavioral, physiological, and health outcomes.

Matters Of The Heart ❤️

This talks about feelings, actions, that affects decisions made by our heart, its also a poem to help motivate. Thanks.

Keep Going

How to keep going...

Crazy Death

A poem to those we have lost in time past and we really miss them

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

Success

It's hard to focus on things. When it is part of cringe. To be aware of fruitlessness. To be in the valley of hopelessness. Success is fantasy, born for praise. Access to it might burn your face.

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

The Woman Who Came In From the Night

The second of Picasso's two full-length plays from the 1940s, Les Quatre Petites Filles, has been translated by Jerome Rothenberg from work he started a few years ago. The passage that Rothenberg uploaded on Poems and Poetics is witty and lovely, evoking Mac Wellman's play Jennie Richee and Ashbery's Girls on the Run. We'd love to read the complete play, but perhaps the Henry Darger connection is too obvious. Note from the translator: Although there may not be as much flash as in the more well-k

warm love

this poem is about a person that i love the most

Christian Poetry: Never Forsaken by Princess Funmi

Christian Poetry: Never Forsaken by Princess Funmi God never changes He is still the same Today and forever. Breaks protocols for his own, Even when they don't deserve it. He has changed kings, Overthrown ruling reigns, Turned Day to Night, And Night to Day. But one thing has never changed, The faithful been forsaken, Or suffering lack and hunger. The righteous are always blessed, The little with them is pressed, Given to another in need. Since I was born till now, I've never seen the righteous,