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The full moon in all its glory
A beam of light, an epic story
The moon was once a piece of rock
Useless to the universe, a massive shock
When the bang made this tiny specimen
A wondrous beauty, a well learnt lesson

The earth praised this magnificent candlelight
The moon created waves as a gift, a glorious sight
The flat, unmoving waters, now an unending dance
Humans caught by its splendour in a delightful trance
Blinded by its unyielding power
The moon did not stop, flooding to devour

The Gods took away the moons full beauty
Leaving upon it, a terrible duty
The moon full for only three days, only to wait
A fortnight again to be whole, it was abate
It is a truth known; only the weak minded lose to shame
To see innocence turn evil by power, a wicked game

Power is given to those who are worthy
Worthy are those who control power and show mercy.
ji Aug 2015
The golden burn of dusk
   kisses my window panes and walls;
On table tops it rests,
   the moon and stars it calls.

Far above the horizon,
   the honey sun waves good-bye
With sighs of blues and purples,
   its glory's end is nigh.

The birds sing their last songs
   atop the birches' bough
And the sunset leave us thinking,
   "What do we really know?"
In another world it is rising,
   but right here it hides from view,
burying its face, so when morrow comes
   we can marvel its glory anew.
Lunar Aug 2015
there wouldn't be success
without hardships

there wouldn't be happiness
without tears

there wouldn't be love
without hate

there wouldn't be glory
without gore
"glory and gore come hand in hand, that's why we're making headlines" - 'Glory and Gore', song by Lorde
Lily Jul 2015
She has those glorious locks and luscious lips,
And tiny legs that match her perfect hips.
Whenever she smiles everyone seem to stop,
Whenever she speaks people listens up.
Everybody loves her.

She's a star, a very good teen actress,
Mesmerizing the crowd is what she does best.
On twitter she has millions of followers,
Fans that watch her every move, every hour.
Everybody loves her.

She's sunken, sick, and frail,
Thin as a stick, ghostly pale
The doctors say it won't be long
Until the time she'll take her final breath and be gone
Everybody suddenly loves her.

This is our world,
The sick society we are in.
In here, nobody really cares,
Unless you're pretty, famous, or dying.
I've always loved the line "Nobody really cares unless you're pretty, famous or dying" and for me that was absolutely true and I hate our society for that so I got inspired to write this. And, this poem is a shout out to every girl that goes unnoticed and has very low self-esteem-- like myself. You are worthy, you are loved, you are relevant just like everybody else, so please don't think so lowly of yourself. You might not know it right now but someday, someone will think of you as though you are their world, like the sun rises and shines with you, and will love you much that will make you forget every insecurity you're having right now. Please don't give up just yet. Smile :)
Melody Claire Jul 2015
It's all fun until you can't
sleep.
And you have to watch your back before you
speak.
The lying gets old...
And adrenaline cold.
Like ice in your veins.
It's all fun and games
Until you've gone insane.
History's greatest artists would fail to do your frame justice. Their fingers would fumble clumsily, brushes and pens flustered by the impossible request of copying a face which would shame Aphrodite into seclusion.
Those with mastery of the worlds languages couldn't hope to come close to capturing the magnificence and depth of a soul that burns brighter than our sun, papers crumpled in frustration from futile attempts at capturing a shooting star in a mason jar.
Virtuosic musicians can't comprehend melodies which could equal your soothing atmosphere or complex structure. Theorists would spend eons attempting to find an ordering of notes which could sing harmonies fitting the one that pours from your eyes, each one being broken by the realization that no such string exists, that they have attempted to match the glory of a choir of angels, and that God has found them unworthy.
Reality is ripping at the seams in its vain efforts to make room for an immaculate Phoenix which can not be tamed, corralled, or controlled by a physical world, not when its immortal splendor transcends description or dimension. Moments feel like eternity when blessed with the presence of one who's life illuminates nights which previously contained impenetrable darkness, thick as ink and as all consuming as the fires which now burn so brilliantly and with such calming warmth.
A priceless work of art, surpassing the limits of what can perceived with eyes or ears, and must be experienced by the heart, felt by the soul, and loved by the whole of my being. A greater masterpiece has never been born, and can never be duplicated, for she is the universes greatest achievement, and only a fool could think to improve upon perfection.
Cori MacNaughton Jun 2015
You asked me to say what I believe
What do I hold precious and why
I believe in the Glory of life on Earth
I believe it essential to fly

We live in a Universe unto itself
Its diversity not fully known
As we tread in the pathways of those gone before
Where in truth we are never alone

I believe that each enemy might be a friend
For their circumstance comes of a need
I believe that all people are One in the end
No matter their color or creed

I believe in humanity deep in the soul
Which enlightens the Spirit to see
I believe that creation was born out of love
And enables the soul to be free

30 Sept 2000
I wrote this poem in response to a late night conversation with my stepson on a sailing trip, albeit some time after.  I have read it in public on numerous occasions and it appeared online on the website of www.deist.com, which used to be a site regarding religion and philosophy, but apparently no longer exists in that form.
Styles Jun 2015
I found you
and found love;
along the way
lost everything
double meaning:
Creatively enticing,
   profoundly sensual
  boundlessly experienced,
cryptically presumptive
inordinately exclusive
 
 effusively lavished,
anesthetized or blatant
allusive beyond ethereal,
metaphorically inferred
criminal insanity

disquiet midst agitation,
peaceably surrendered
illustriously polished
or indubitably raw
    fruitful to a fault - -
in reciprocity's glory be

   quenches thirst,
     satiates a hunger
flourished midst ink's
designed grandeur,
poetry never fails to thrive,
   tripping the light fantastic  
    in its exuberant offering*

Seize the power
Nicholas Fogle Jun 2015
Let the cage be rattled,
the foundation be crushed,
who else has had enough?

Enough of the dull life.
Enough of being wrong or right.
Enough of the ungrateful like.

Boundaries stop us because we bound our selves .
Limited by limitation on self approval and glory.
Souls bathed in ****** glory

Come fight for your life as you want
Wounder and wander letting fools squander
But never have enough.
Motivate
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