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Poetress2 Apr 15
No one ever told me,
that life would be this hard;
That men could be so cruel,
it simply breaks my heart.
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Some with power and money,
rarely think about the poor;
They're the worse of all,
always wanting so much more.
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The epitomy of selfishness,
only thinking of themselves;
Slamming doors upon the needy,
refusing to lend their help.
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With a smirk upon their faces,
they snub all those in need;
Refusing to help all those,
who are starving in the streets.
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They sit at their fancy tables,
with food in abundance to share;
Not concerned about the hungry,
these Vultures do not care.
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Do they ever feel remorse,
having more then what they need;
They hoard all their possessions,
consumed by heartless greed.
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When night time falls upon them,
they climb in their, soft beds;
Their souls are full of darkness,
their hearts', already dead.
David Hutton Mar 15
The deceased piling up in battle,
Enough blood to fill more than one barrel.
Crows pillage the scene,
Nibbling on their cuisine.
From a distance you can hear them cackle.
Inspired by Vasily Vereshchagin's "The Apotheosis of War" painting.
nja Mar 6
The beautiful sky smiles, why don’t you.
The merciless sky cries, why don’t you.
The sky is open. Open yourself up to me. Be like the sky you raven.
Mandi Feb 20
One kiss could send me straight to ruin
One sinful touch my soul to hell
But just to have you for a night
My soul would cry out "It is well"
To taste the sweetness of your lips
To have my flesh be a feast for you to dine
I'd gladly face those burning embers
Just to say you once were mine
Let marks on my skin tell the story
Of a night of savagery and bliss
Yes I would give up crown and glory
Just to have one taste of you like this
The forbidden fruit always looks the sweetest
Shilpa Panigrahi Dec 2018
Some of us
are just
a free meal to
Curious brains
Lustful eyes
And
Hungry egos

Know your worth
and become good appetizers
to the ones
who value you
Like a feast
from paradise
Jon Thenes Nov 2018
Marry feast
marry fist
and marry feast be over
Tables turned
scraps
dancers turned to fighters
drama
a violent rattle
Lyn-Purcell Oct 2018
Whether it is poetry
or even prose,
the orchestra of words
differ musically
In sound
In space
And even in rhythm
But never in meaning
Never in sweetness
The music of words has a myriad of meanings. I fall in love with words over and over again.
My body is feeling rather weak but I'm gonna try and write some of the Masked Bard. Its not as bad as yesterday, thankfully.
Again, everyone, thank you very much for your out-pour of kindness.
Truly, I'm humbled and touched. I know I may sound like a broken record but I just want you guys to know how much it means to me.
It's really helping me feel better.
Hugs and love to you all! ^^
Lyn ***
Alyssa Underwood Dec 2015
Feasting table under a shading tree
Swaddling robe that warmly cleans
Mirror beautifying while it reflects
Sword that pierces yet never rejects
Light penetrating the blackest hole
Water filling and healing the soul
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"For the word of God is alive and active. Sharper than any double-edged sword, it penetrates even to dividing soul and spirit, joints and marrow; it judges the thoughts and attitudes of the heart. Nothing in all creation is hidden from God’s sight. Everything is uncovered and laid bare before the eyes of Him to whom we must give account.

"Therefore, since we have a great high priest who has ascended into heaven, Jesus the Son of God, let us hold firmly to the faith we profess. For we do not have a high priest who is unable to empathize with our weaknesses, but we have one who has been tempted in every way, just as we are—yet he did not sin. Let us then approach God’s throne of grace with confidence, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need."

~ Hebrews 4:12-16

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