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Michalis Aug 2017
The times are so ever changing,
man builds on clouds and sand,
wave by wave he builds o anew,
ever to tie his worn out old shoe.

They call on Me in utter despair,
lungs and stomach can not care,
for roar ye must if thee shall see,
that he thy dog shall bark at Me!

Crave now or ever be thou silent,
for hasten ye must, a dog violent,
he rips thy reason indeed o apart,
for lo he is not thine lovers heart.

Yield O Warrior, find thy strength!
The King calls for thee to guard O!
Crown thine Father to put so high!
Kneel and receive thine initiation.

So be it, for thou walketh O alone,
until ye remove thou heavy stone.
We shall meet along thine journey,
for none can truly try to burn Me.

Adonai...
Inspired by the road we all walk...
Carmella Rose Aug 2017
she was beauty in sorrow,
a lightning in the sky,
a rainbow after rain,
but a devil in disguise,
she wasn't given a chance to prove,
now she rules,
she is a devil queen,
that could freeze up hell in a second,
and shut down earth,
her looks are perfect,
raven haired,
browns eyes,
pink lips,
but either do we know,
there is a dark side of hers,
that we could not see,
and even the brightest light
could not light up,
she's a princess of chaos and danger,
she loves the smell of blood
and sad faces
with angry souls,
she could see right through you,
so never ever get her mad,
'cause any second she could freeze you up,
her specialty was never fire,
it was ice that ignites her.
raindrops
are just
tears
of fallen Gods.

for these Gods
will never learn
the art of falling,
so they just leave
the falling
to crystal  clear
water.
I decided that every written poem will have it's own translation in both English and Romanian. For how could I forget where I am and where I come from?  

Despre ploaie

ploaia
este numai
lacrima
zeilor cazuti.

intrucat zeii
sti-vor niciodata
arta caderii,
asa ca lasa
caderea
cristalului
apelor.
Nadia DeLevea Jul 2017
Eyes staring, glaring,
Beauty she is wearing,
Weight of the world baring,
Cannot stop her caring,
Everyone comparing,
Swearing, tearing, wearing her,
     Breaking her,
          Fallen down,
               Face down,
                    Flat down,
                         Down,
                              Down,
                                   Down,

                     Shattered...

Small looks despairing,
Silent tears repairing,
Strong and firm declaring.
Spoken Truth™  By Nadia DeLevea
SwordNPen Jul 2017
Speak softly to the new fallen angel
Only she can breath life into our mundane
existence. Exiled from paradise she is prepared to
bring her tenacity to her new home.
On the tip of her tongue drips
all the knowledge of the Universe.
She lives vibrantly and loves slowly
Her presence is felt as an unstoppable
force. Tread carefully around her because
if you love her you'll just end up here with me.
Animesh Ganguly Jul 2017
Seasons after seasons
you will spend your autumns
trying to seek answers
in fallen leaves
until one summer
when it’ll occur to you
that what you’re seeking
is not in the fallen
but in the falling.
The Vault Jul 2017
I have fallen
Into the ashes
Of what we were
You have forgotten
Who I am
The minute I fell
Into the mess you made
I have fallen
Away from us
Because I was never enough
To make you feel alive
So instead I died
I have fallen
To my heartbreak
Because I somehow thought
You would change.
Seema Jun 2017
I may be a fallen angel
From beyond the skies
Or a broken star
Burying with silent cries

Clutching onto my wings
Bearing many hurtful scars
Deemed from my own realm
While sentenced behind bars

...The conspirators,
Used me for their deed
I was one of them
Sadly, I was only their need...

Widened sleepless eyes
Searching for my freedom
In a world full of lies
I've lost, a dream kingdom

Slowly a step ahead of time
Walks my death in plain
Looking at my shroudful body
Piercing me with more pain

...Rise to my call
O' kind souls of evil
Let this world fall
I call onto the devil...

In grief and dismay
I shall rest in peace soon
My name has been called upon
To be hanged till death, at noon!


©sim
ESTEFANIA JADED Jun 2017
The cynical kids with their cynical minds
and the rebel actions, are just looking for distractions
you can't see it cause they mask it
but they're hurting in their hearts.

You won't let them be
cause you don't understand
you have never been so low
that you start drowning in the pain
but they have,
and they feel dead inside
so they spray paint your walls
and break the windows of your cars
so they can take their minds
off of the things that **** inside.
NUMB SELF.
thepoeticwit Jun 2017
Woe to humanity
who has severely fallen
who “in the image and likeness
of God” they say
are disfigured, like the devil.

Woe to humanity!
They really do have fallen.
They go all out to war
to exploit and condemn all flaw
and all that’s different between them.

Woe to humanity…
They have yet to preserve life
There is no peace
For they have yet to cease
the fire that has burnt us down.

Woe to humanity,
their prayers are in vain.
Salvation is but
the things of this world
and all they have yet to gain.

Woe to humanity
who has so much to offer.
And yet we have failed
and all the more,
fallen.
(Another one of my older works)
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