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Tanay Aug 2018
The wind whistled a lullaby,
Kissing her goodbye.
As it raced through her forehead,
Before she dropped dead.
The floor had become a crimson pool,
Filled with the last remnant of the fool.
She thought she could tame the beast,
But, instead she became his feast.
It was a silent night,
And while she had put up a brave fight.
But, in the end three bullets made their way,
And they ended her stay.
Now on the floor she lies dead,
Her blood has painted the floor red.
We watch in horror, as numb as ice.
While rain pours down our eyes.










Tanay Sengupta, Copyright © 2018. All Rights Reserved.
This one is a little dark, pretty simple but dark. I won't say more. Happy reading!
Sehar Bajwa Jul 2018
The Rose is under the jar,
A fungus lurks within.
The Beast is corroding slowly,
No magic can help him.

Beauty is locked in prison,
The key to Happiness lost.
The castle lies forgotten,
The memories left to rot.

Yes, no magic will save him.
His destiny writ in stone.
The Beauty lies within him,
Imprisoned and Forlorn.
Inspired from Disney's Beauty and the Beast. Though it's a simple piece of work, I do believe it's quite implicit in a profound way. I hope you like it.
host
ego
intrigue
my
soul
that
trigger
but
this
goal
yet
succumb
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with
our
peaches
and
cream
a note  on peaches
AnxiousOcean Jun 2018
A grey beast atop; it howled, it growled.
The stream of his blood; it rained, it flowed.
Light beams everywhere,
but the sun was found nowhere.
I fought for rest; I tried to sleep,
And the symphony has made me weep.
Oh sun, come bring a knife;
I am tired of this life.
It is stormy here in the Philippines, and the weather demands me to write a poem.
Joe Momma Jun 2018
Beat my drums
Feed my beast
Show me to how to take.
Mane Omsy Jun 2018
Hell with in one night
One glance at your beast
And it roared aloud at me
I tried to tear my throat out
No one would hear us
This struggle is mine only
It was a perfect crime for you
When I breathed my last
It wasn't revenge for anything
Until your face smiled
I've regretted
I was dealing with the devil
Emotional Kaddu May 2018
Like the faded blues of a 50s movie
Everything becomes artistically bland when I see you going

I prefer thinking about you as the only colored
In the black and white reel of life

Soft, alluring, you urge me to follow
And I, how could I do that?

I have ulterior motives, you know
I cannot just follow

I dream of getting that color from you
A soft touch of those berry lips

Sensual, subtle, and tantalizing
Your hands, I dream to hold

Soft, calm, and whispering, your breath
I wish to make you lose

Luscious, brave, and fiery
I want to put some dreams in those eyes

Passionate, perceptive, and gentle
Your heart, I wish, could feel me

Hypnotic, nimble, and graceful
Could we dance, till morrow?

It was so hard, to keep the beast in me
And now, he has become a poet

Oh! He just wants that color
So, he can present what follows.
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