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Uta Jul 2018
And she visited heaven many times,

but they never let her in,

she saw a golden river,

of restless souls,

she cried and grieved so hard,

seeing angels fall,

her broken heart,

was destroyed,

into thousands of pieces,

because of what she saw

in front of heavenly gates.
Comment and tell me what you think!

What did this girl, saw in front of the heavenly gates?
Eleanor Rigby Jun 2018
I removed myself
And walked right through
The gates of hell -
I saw it all - blazing in flames
My sins before me -
Like two wolves on my porch
That came back
To devour me.


-- Eleanor
Brandon Conway Jun 2018
Celestial pilot
Cast down through midnight abyss
Accursed gates now home
Joe Apr 2018
Castles sitting with walls so grand,
sitting high, like great dunes of sand.
A special treasure shared by those within.
Oh! How I wish I could stroll right in!
To obtain this treasure so unknown!
But the gate is shut, so I sit, alone.
Dirty Word Dec 2017
The Dove flies through
Gets trapped in gates
The Raven comes out
Gets ignored

The Dog runs through
Gets trapped in the gates
The Wolf comes out
Gets ignored

The man walks through
Gets trapped in the gates
The Man comes out
Gets ignored


The Gates of Hell
do magical things
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2017
People spend money like water.
Especially the wealthy. As water flows downstream,
more comes in.
But for the poor, they live in a constant drought.
The sun is harsh for them so they labor hard to get by.
Until more gates open for the wealthy, they will
never know the value of a single drop...
Be grateful for what you have. Starting my life now, and my eyes are hit with the harshness of life. Its actually...quite terrifying
Cool But Empty Jun 2017
Hold it together, hold it in
They won't know where to find you
If they don't know where you've been
Let the pressure build up
'Til you're feeling stuck
'Til you feel you might drown
And then swim further down

When the flood gates finally open
And it all comes rushing out
You'll find pieces of yourself
You'd forgotten all about
But they won't fit anymore
So the tide carries them out
And what is left on the shore
Is something broken and impure
the epidemic of trolling
is spreading fast
at another poetry site
some writers are in this cast

administrators have got
a massive job ahead
weeding out those who've
coughed on its bread

the purging process
is all for the good
as this disease can't stay*
in the neighborhood

a temporary closure
notice was posted to-day
to let members know
of the trolls awful play

when the cleansing op
has been finalized
the gates of the forum
*shall be fully sterilized
Àŧùl Feb 2017
I am a rich man, not financially,
But morally, I am the Bill Gates.
None other than me is endowed so richly,
I am as close to perfection as it really gets.
I stay on the fair side of morality,
Carefree about standard she sets.
It matters not as she let herself down in reality.
My HP Poem #1420
©Atul Kaushal
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