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Poetic T May 2018
The king is dead he never rose
from his resting place, chose
instead to be the embodiment
of a false fable writing the copyist.

Within a cave of delusions that kept
the image of false motives hidden.
An off spring of a method not unkempt.
this version the kept reasoning now forbidden.

Delusions of two reflections not seeing that
one is not a king but a falsehood sat on divided chat.
Neither were a failing, but reflections of a belief
that were conflicting upon a tree with a twinned leaf.

But when one must fall, both will simultaneously
greet the earth with a momentary spontaneously.
Always will one be ahead of the other claiming divine
leading, and others follow this moment of design.

But every king has a past that is woven in misbelief,
for all false kings can bring is an unethical belief
that they are the true monarch of a world run by many
where brothers & sisters there just spinning a single  penny
Eric Fraley Feb 2018
Set me aside
Just set me aside
Leave me behind
Hung out to dry

Set me aside
Just set me aside
Do not shed a tear
Do not cry
You know I'll be fine
Keep peace of mind

Set me aside
Just set me aside
If it's the end of our era
If it’s the end of our time in your eyes

Set me aside
Just set me aside
Left in the dark
Without you I'm blind
Without you I’m dying
But as long as you still feel alive
As long as you find the light
I’ll keep saying I'm fine

Set me aside
Just set me aside
I will go willing
I will not fight
I was wrong
So, you were right
To set me aside

You set me aside
Yet even still
When it all goes awry
If you start falling
Call on me
And I will arise

A place in my heart
I've set inside
If your world starts crumbling
I’ll swallow my pride
Call on me
And I will arise

If you’re lost in the dark
I've been here awhile
So, I’ll be your guide
Call on me
And I will arise
When your wings are broken
I’ll be your angel
I’ll help you fly
Call on me
And I will arise

It was not a lie
When I told you I'd love you
Until the day that I die

If you call on me

I’ll set life aside

For you

I will arise
astro eyes Oct 2017
An innocent born into darkness,
A life unknown to be so graceless.
A world without colour,
This life like no other.

Below the depths of this flesh,
A girl lives craving new breath.
Stolen was her beating heart,
Given to loneliness, consumed as a withered spark.

The biggest dreams swim in her mind,
The longest amount of time goes by.
A slave to abuse, a slave to misery.
Will she escape from the chains to find victory?

Fortitude is what she seeks,
Peace and love is what she needs.
A life ready to begin and restart,
Her life ready to fight her way through the dark.

A journey has started, her journey awaits.
An adventure she'll recall,
has her saving grace.

“Arise” she screams,
“Arise and be...”
“Arise and be all that you dreamed!”
This is the first piece I am publishing. It's quite daunting to put my work out into the world. I have never before done so.
I hope this poem speaks to you in some way.
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2017
Stand united, fall divided.
Arise to show you
can stand alone.
There are some things that we can only do alone. There's no shame in that. When the going gets tough, prove that you have the strength to stand alone
Loveless Apr 2016
The star splits
Into numerous fragments
As per the will of heavens
The fragments awaken
And choose their possessors
Merging with their hearts
A new power inside them arise
Third part of poem angel
A poem with various interpretations.
Though I'm writing it as a story but still it have many meanings and it means what you understand out of it.

Other parts coming soon...
I will rise from the stones,
this is the day
that I shout out,
"I AM BLEEDING DIAMONDS"
This is the day
where I live up to my name
This is the day Zach will rise.
Rise past the haters,
Rise past the abusers,
yes my friends,
today is the day I let go of everything and become
who I was always meant to be.
Nirvana Dec 2015
lighting up a cigarette    
feels really great
taking its small puff
is living happily, enough?

the ash is falling
and so do we
the smoke is rising
and that's what we aim to be

the cigarette burns it deep
and so we've to perceive
to have a successful reap
for smoky appreciation we'll receive

the first puff could be choking
but do we quit smoking?
alike failures are the stepping stone
arise, no one will pamper you're all alone

burn out like a cigarette
to achieve something great
fall like ash, rise like smoke
learn it from cigarette dear folk

don't panic if something goes wrong
have patience and stay strong
after all a cigarette is finally thrown
as we die our body/story is sown...
A smoker can relate to
And a person can relate too
but a poet/writer can relate the two!
Nicole Bataclan Oct 2015
I take your mind to bed
Any opinion
You ever had,
Stark naked.

I start fondling
Your musings;
I envision
Your thoughts on my skin.

Your ideas enter me;
I feel myself
Tingling
From all the talking.

All my dreams flow
You, too, are close --
Baby, let me swallow
Any last word.
Peter Aguilar Jun 2015
All hail the grand demise
Yes that's what they expect
Astonished, they wept, aghast as i arise

Death came, welcomed, as they sought the prize
Survivors without guilt, with laughter they
All hail the grand demise

Defiant, i stood behind my skill and guise
A Patient witness to their slaughter
Astonished, they wept, aghast as i arise

Discounted, forgotten by my past allies
They didnt think i'd make it from behind
All hail the grand demise

The few who stood before my eyes
Swelled with anger and pure contempt
Astonished, they wept, aghast as i arise

Their efforts made vain, empty, they despise
My skill and talent, at none's expense
All hail the grand demise
Astonished, they wept, aghast as i arise
Peter Dallas May 2015
From Men to Men
Awake!
The indignation is gathering...
At the borders a terrible Storm,
Awaiting to break
Woe to thee...

From the ashes,
A national tragedy rises
Dead emotions
The spirit of seclusion
Shadow
...And an age Dark!

Dead voices carried by a wind frozen
Heavy breathing as we approach Agony's Harbour
And shall we inherit the loss?
Shall our journey end?
The song remains unheard
Our efforts endless
Thus we enter the flood
But the Wilderness is Gathering...
Still!
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