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  Aug 2017 Mane Omsy
Poetry First
shivers fill the bellies of oceans
              swell to skies their wailing waves
rivers curdle in fear turning black
     reflecting dark demonic clouds of hate

             from a crack in clouds
             peeks a helpless sun

in the deathly silence of vales
                          line rowdy chariots of war
murderous to be pursuit of wheels
          more Earth to be stained with blood
sadly, insatiable seems to be man's thirst for war
Mane Omsy Aug 2017
With your face glowing beside me
My mind can't hold it no longer
This thriving feeling tempting me
To imprint my passion on your lips
To hold your face in my palms
And whisper tongue to tongue
That I love you, and always will
You've become the veins in my heart
I wouldn't live without your smile
Can't relate your beauty on anyone
As I play the piano, I think of you
Melodies of dreamful nights, heavenly
All I could believe is you are the one
The one for me that you complete me
Mane Omsy Aug 2017
In this reign, every counsel members
Burning their brains to **** the rebels
Thousand ways to damage their spines
None of them dare to interrupt them
Watch them incinerate to the highest
Clouds blown aside, let them through
If the revolution reaches the blue sky
Carrying every helpless to the heavens
Their interest to keep them suppressed
Would add on to their misery to rule
Brainless, heartless, shameless to ****
Even hide the emotions inside the masks
If you could stare at their burning eyes
You could plainly extinguish the flames
Where the hell rises from the ground
Destroying wishes from shooting stars
And the molten flowing on the streets
Turning houses into ashes and spread
The atmosphere will fill with dark clouds
Once it will rain their greedy reign down
Hardening the bottom hard enough
Now the rocks you've created carelessly
Will be thrown at your hollow faces
Sense the aftermath before the stupidity
When the rich rise above the majority
for the progress of the poor societies....
Mane Omsy Aug 2017
There's the flower blossoming
And there's my sweetheart
All my life I wished more luck
Never anticipated such fortune
With the sweetest bite on her lips
Is the **** taking me places?
Or is she proficient at this?
Too much light through my eyes
I close my eyes and see light red
The heat you carry for me
Transfer the magic, teach me
Softness, lightness and fragrance
All together, more than a zinnia
In a lavender garden, ecstatic glow
With warm feathers, ready to fly
A yellow warbler, the soft cheeks
In the deepest of my soul, it rolls
The image of an unseen beauty
It's the beauty that is holding us, the beauty of her heart and her skin.
Mane Omsy Aug 2017
Running for a shelter in the middle of a battlefield
Bullets screamed through hearts and minds
Fall for the pits, or on the mines trapped
Now the terror will survive, doves fought
Burning the leaves and turning ashes vanish
Awaiting the phoenix burn the way out
Smell the flesh in the flames and bombings
Let the soul rest in peace, let it breathe slowly
Huh? Hell in the direction, dust stuck in eyes
Light headed, hit on the ground, to the death mud
47's spitting golden fire, steal the cold, the soul
Mind the way, dirt mixed with fragments of dreams
Invitations, ring designs, birthday gifts
On the blood mud, the view, slowly faded, blank, then darkness
A slodier's experience.
  Aug 2017 Mane Omsy
Ryan Holden
The doorstep we sat
Frantically eating ice cream,
before it melted

My sister would laugh
with her blonde fringe, big blue eyes
and round chubby cheeks.

Most simple image
Yet it captures a fragment
Of my purest soul.

One that dreams a dream
inside a wrapped up moment
For my heart only.
Oh, I remember the days like it was yesterday. In the summer sun with our ice creams
melting on the doorstep of my grandmas house! 4 Haiku's making 1 poem :)
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