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The Spectators

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Pretty girl

Pretty girl Why so much pain Why does she feel powerless Why is God not helping her Her relationship life is wreaking and life itself is the worst Pretty unlucky girl Sweet and gentle, yet luck is never on her side To make ends meet she goes through pain. Pain knows her Tears know her Pretty unlucky, so graceful and full of life, but life is never on her side Should she unlived herself Will it stop the pain and suffering So fucked and depressed she is wondering the world alone Don't know what an

The man in me

A poem out of inspiration to finding the man I am.

Forbidden

012 I'm a fish with gills, And swimming is my skill. You're a bird with wings, With the air you do your thing. I'm always looking up at you, While you look down at me. No matter how hard I try to reach, I can't and end up hurt. I'll die if I go with you, Because I can't breathe above. You'll drown if you go with me, Because water is your weakness. No matter how hard we try, We can't be together and just end up hurting each other. For our love is forbidden. The love that shouldn't happen in the f

A LETTER TO ALLEN

A poem from a lad.

Haunted Dreams

I had this problem of having nightmares early this year to the extent of not sleeping.I was afraid if sleeping but poetry kept me moving Writting out what and how i felt really helped me alot. Thank you poetry.

Underwater

Everything went dark before my eyes I tried to take my last breath But my lungs filled with water That seems to be the end The last thing I remembered Was how I slowly sank to the bottom of the pool And passed out A sinking mermaid What a stupid situation I just wanted attention Because my parents ignored me since childhood

Beautiful Beyond Compare

A page from Superstar's Rhymes from The Songs of Lexicon about Belinda's true form.

"Reflections of Inner Peace"

In the stillness of morn, as the sun first awakes, I find solace within, where tranquility takes. Reflections of inner peace begin to unfold, A sanctuary of serenity, like stories untold. In the depth of my soul, I find a sacred space, Where worries and struggles gently erase. A mirror of peace, reflecting inner light, I bathe in its glory, surrendering to its might. The chaos outside seems to fade away, As I immerse in this haven, day after day. Each breath a whisper, embracing my core, A gentl

These thoughts...

Have you ever been driven mad by thoughts?

To the rose that is red.

To unending love, to an enduring heart. "To the rose that is red," is a tail about a lover that never finds his true love but this never stops him from continuing to search for it.

That which was supposed to bring warmth

What is this? This pain in my heart Why is it there? Because I gave away my heart That which was supposed to bring me warmth Brought me pain She who was supposed to help lick my wounds Became the source of my pain It's funny how life is Having relationships in life Simply is not easy It may be worse than being alone in life Words Of The Betrayed Songs of Lexicon LEXICON'S LEXICONS

QUESTIONS

How can you appreciate love When you have never experienced hate How can you appreciate satisfaction When you have never experienced lack How can you appreciate the beauty of nature When you have never experienced blindness How can you appreciate the sound of music When you have never experienced deafness How can you appreciate peace When you have never experienced war How can you appreciate success When you have never experienced failure How can you appreciate light When you have never experien

Mysterious memories

It's an original script written by me. In this poetry, the writer references to the power of memories and compares the drops of raining with memories and the fear of losing his beloved concerns the writer. In the end, As raining comes to an end and memories disappear. Then the mind becomes colourless.

Atheism : Truth is like poetry, and most people hates poetry

Atheism is a belief system that holds that there is no deity or deities. It is often contrasted with theism, which is the belief in the existence of a deity or deities. While atheism is not a religion, it is a worldview that many people hold and it has a long history. Atheism can be traced back to ancient Greece, where philosophers such as Democritus and Epicurus rejected the idea of gods and instead advocated for natural explanations for the universe and human existence. In the modern era, athe

The New Modernism Fate

This poem is written by Jennifer Dowson from United States of America. Poet's photo is attached with the poem. 🔥

Summer breeze

The winter comes, In the disguise of a rainy day. I felt so cold, I can't make you stay. You gave me, a short-time warmth. a love I thought, would stay in my arms.

THE MOON'S REFLECTION

022 The mood above is as calm as always, the exact opposite of my heart's beatings. Its reflections on the clear waters make me feel closer to its bench, so close and just within my reach. And yet, it was far and beyond me, too far and impossible to hold his regime. I loved the moon, the calm and serene moon. But it was too much, too deep for me to atone. It would always belong somewhere, somewhere only the likes of it can enter. And I would just continue to look up at its supremity, ignoring th

Exploration

Wild dreams Busting bubbles Mind filled with movie fantasies Opening doors towards the impossible I called her insane Yet she said deep within lies a fairy Who still believes in miracles Wants to explore the galaxy Marvel at the blue sunset of mars Visit the most serene gardens on Earth And wander a little further beyond the milky way Go a little bit too close to a black hole horizon Crashland into an alien planet Find a star shining brighter than sirius And maybe one day travel through parallel

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