johnathan-locke - Hello Poetry

The gardener tends to his plants with love and devotion From the daisies to the tulips and the hydrangeas in rows But one flower he gives the most attention, Was the beautiful, blood red, prickly rose Every day the gardener cared for the flower, Savoring the sight with his eyes and the scent with the nose Yet when he goes to touch it, however, It's thorns would cut him and from the wound, blood rose Sometimes to himself, he wondered Why something he loved so much Would oppose him so violently And deny his touch Even as he asked himself, he knew the flower didn't know why But he knew he had chose He would always love, till the day he'd die His beautiful, blood red, prickly rose

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Jan 2, 2018

Jan 2, 2018 at 11:01 AM UTC

The gardener and his rose

The gardener tends to his plants with love and devotion From the daisies to the tulips and the hydrangeas in rows But one flower he gives the most attention, Was the beautiful, blood red, prickly rose Every day the gardener cared for the flower, Savoring the sight with his eyes and the scent with the nose Yet when he goes to touch it, however, It's thorns would cut him and from the wound, blood rose Sometimes to himself, he wondered Why something he loved so much Would oppose him so violently And deny his touch Even as he asked himself, he knew the flower didn't know why But he knew he had chose He would always love, till the day he'd die His beautiful, blood red, prickly rose

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Steps quiet, cloaked in black, the night embraces me. A rustle, a whisper of wind, the sent of fear, I quiver with anticipation. A shrill scream, the chase is on, But my prey doesn't get far. My blade pierces her back, and I announce my **** loudly, MEEEEOOOWWWW. With the mouse in my grasp, I stalk into the night.

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Oct 24, 2017

Oct 24, 2017 at 11:08 AM UTC

The Hunt

Steps quiet, cloaked in black, the night embraces me. A rustle, a whisper of wind, the sent of fear, I quiver with anticipation. A shrill scream, the chase is on, But my prey doesn't get far. My blade pierces her back, and I announce my **** loudly, MEEEEOOOWWWW. With the mouse in my grasp, I stalk into the night.

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When summers wind blows away winters frozen fingers, Away, away I fly. Back to my home where my life began, Away, away I fly. All the while my heart pangs for you, Away, away I fly. I look forward to coming back home to you, As away, away I fly

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Apr 3, 2017

Apr 3, 2017 at 1:22 PM UTC

Away, away I fly

When summers wind blows away winters frozen fingers, Away, away I fly. Back to my home where my life began, Away, away I fly. All the while my heart pangs for you, Away, away I fly. I look forward to coming back home to you, As away, away I fly

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Anger is like fire, Capable of burning and destroying all in its path. It can be bottled, And it's flames will grow cold. Bottled anger can shatter, Often hurting it's holder more than it's target.

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Mar 21, 2017

Mar 21, 2017 at 1:44 PM UTC

Words of wisdom: anger

Anger is like fire, Capable of burning and destroying all in its path. It can be bottled, And it's flames will grow cold. Bottled anger can shatter, Often hurting it's holder more than it's target.

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You, who ignores his own kids. You, who exudes hate like the sun gives out light. You, their father, you who has made that title empty. You, you who don't give us the respect and love we deserve, You who violently ignore the fact that you have lost ours, You who was once someone worth a damb, Who is now nothing more than a fat pig. You who has closed his eyes, ears, and heart to your entire family. You who wouldn't even care, not even at my funeral. You who abandoned me. You, who finally deserves the title of my father. Like my first father, the one who created me, You don't care for me or my kin, we are invisible in your eyes. You like my second father, who hates me and would love for me to stop existing. You, who now inherits the accursed title, You, my father.

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Mar 20, 2017

Mar 20, 2017 at 10:14 AM UTC

Hello, father

You, who ignores his own kids. You, who exudes hate like the sun gives out light. You, their father, you who has made that title empty. You, you who don't give us the respect and love we deserve, You who violently ignore the fact that you have lost ours, You who was once someone worth a damb, Who is now nothing more than a fat pig. You who has closed his eyes, ears, and heart to your entire family. You who wouldn't even care, not even at my funeral. You who abandoned me. You, who finally deserves the title of my father. Like my first father, the one who created me, You don't care for me or my kin, we are invisible in your eyes. You like my second father, who hates me and would love for me to stop existing. You, who now inherits the accursed title, You, my father.

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When a flower blooms in the sun, It will grow with beauty and joy, Living a short and merry life. But when a flower blooms in the dark, It grows in a twisted and tormented shape, It's pain and anger digging its roots deep, And it's life will last ages. Our children are our flowers, And we must bring them the sun. Even though my sun was abandoned for another blossom, I still remember its loving energy. I have a new sun now, Brighter and warmer than my last. I'm still in the dark, But the light beacons me with the approaching day. Soon it's my turn to bring the light on my own garden, But first I must weather the night.

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Mar 7, 2017

Mar 7, 2017 at 10:54 AM UTC

Sunshine and blossoms

When a flower blooms in the sun, It will grow with beauty and joy, Living a short and merry life. But when a flower blooms in the dark, It grows in a twisted and tormented shape, It's pain and anger digging its roots deep, And it's life will last ages. Our children are our flowers, And we must bring them the sun. Even though my sun was abandoned for another blossom, I still remember its loving energy. I have a new sun now, Brighter and warmer than my last. I'm still in the dark, But the light beacons me with the approaching day. Soon it's my turn to bring the light on my own garden, But first I must weather the night.

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Rage in the form of an icy flame, Sorrow flowing in burning tears. Love in the shape of a impenetrable shield, Abandonment in the blackest void. A warm light shines happiness, A dreary rain pours depression. A winding tornado of confusion, A still pool of serenity.

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Feb 23, 2017

Feb 23, 2017 at 9:45 AM UTC

Emotions

Rage in the form of an icy flame, Sorrow flowing in burning tears. Love in the shape of a impenetrable shield, Abandonment in the blackest void. A warm light shines happiness, A dreary rain pours depression. A winding tornado of confusion, A still pool of serenity.

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If ****** was leader of the third ***** And Trump is openly copying him, How long until we start calling the president the furor, Take on the title of forth ***** And invade Poland- I mean Mexico?

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Feb 8, 2017

Feb 8, 2017 at 5:08 PM UTC

History is destined to repeat itself

If ****** was leader of the third ***** And Trump is openly copying him, How long until we start calling the president the furor, Take on the title of forth ***** And invade Poland- I mean Mexico?

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Her halo is forged by her smile, Her wings feathered with innocent ignorance. My angel shines bright with youth, Her love for me more valuable than gold. I love her so, I never want to see the day when the heavens call her back. I would gladly give up all fame and fortune, Just to be by her side. I love you Teara

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Feb 5, 2017

Feb 5, 2017 at 10:39 PM UTC

What Angels Are Made Of

Her halo is forged by her smile, Her wings feathered with innocent ignorance. My angel shines bright with youth, Her love for me more valuable than gold. I love her so, I never want to see the day when the heavens call her back. I would gladly give up all fame and fortune, Just to be by her side. I love you Teara

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It's dark. It's cold. It hurts so much. Why is it like this? Why am I hurting so much? Why can I no longer feel the pain? My blood flows endlessly, but I'm still whole? Why? Why am I here? I feel dead, but I'm still alive. There's a light. It's someone else? Why is she crying? Why are those tears for me? Why can you feel my pain when I can't? I'm sorry. Please stop crying.

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Nov 28, 2016

Nov 28, 2016 at 12:00 PM UTC

Why does pain not hurt?

It's dark. It's cold. It hurts so much. Why is it like this? Why am I hurting so much? Why can I no longer feel the pain? My blood flows endlessly, but I'm still whole? Why? Why am I here? I feel dead, but I'm still alive. There's a light. It's someone else? Why is she crying? Why are those tears for me? Why can you feel my pain when I can't? I'm sorry. Please stop crying.

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