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Seema Feb 2018
As I walked through the woods,
Carrying baskets of food,
I realised am being followed by someone,
I gasped and gazed finding no one,
Hurrying my way to the picnic spot,
Making sure I have all that I bought,
I saw! I saw the shadow, everyone talked about,
My legs began to freeze and I started to shout,
But who was there to hear my scream,
To come for my rescue from this shadow grim,
I kept running and so did the vicious shadow,
Growing its size as we reached the meadow,
It got gloomy and the shadow got helpless,
I got tired and was almost breathless,
Turning my focus and thinking for a bit,
Under a tree I saw the fire lit,
How could I be scared of my own running shadow,
Feeling miserable, I pulled myself together,
Reaching the fire lit place where all got gather,
It made sense that there is no such thing as shadow grim,
It was just my own shadow disappearing in my dream...


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Spilling imagination. Fictional.
E A Spain Feb 2018
Two moons rising over a darkened field
The energy love brings also has dangers for you to yield…
The rolling fog creeps slowly. Or is it standing still?
As all the people stare in awe at the sky, watching the ominous thrill

The moons are crescent, inching, crimson with glow
The meaning behind the couple, they will never know
As the township, entranced, fall fast asleep...
The grim enigma begins to reap.
sunprincess Feb 2018
When the grim reaper came to town,
All dressed in black
Because he doesn't like brown
By the time he was ready to say
"Goodbye and so long until next time"
He left many wearing a frown
Legend says, millions upon millions
By day and by night
He slung over his shoulder
and carried away
He came collecting his dues
Those dues which many didn't want to pay
The time period was 1918
When he came drinking a fifth
and wielding a scythe
Carrying away millions upon millions
and their young babies, too
When the show was finally over
The grim reaper took a bow
and introduced himself as "The Flu!"
jace Jan 2018
On the cold ground here I lay,
Swallowing the feelings I can't convey,
And I cry a silent cry,
For forever I say goodbye

My dress soaked with red,
My eyes only perceive dread,
My blood filling my throat,
My life ceased to devote

Then a sudden gift from fate,
The black that began to dominate,
Fear is not a word to describe,
My dead heart began to feel alive

From his ankles to his shoulders,
Dressed in aristocratic attire,
As dark as the sky at night,
As noble as the Duke's delight

I felt my admiration,
When he approached without hesitation,
My cheeks stained with blood,
But never a trace of disgust

Then, my eyes began to close,
Such precious moment for me to lose,
There is so much to say...
In my next life, on my dying day
This was actually the first poem I've ever finished. Actually just last year because most of the time I didn't finish my poems prior to this
Jay Lewis Jan 2018
I am from Myths and tales.
The one that sailors,
wish to prevail.
I am the girl,
who wails.
The one that men,
can't resist.
I am the Siren,
named Bliss.

With just one kiss,
I'll drain you up,
and you'll think,
it's true love.

I'll take you all,
I'll drag you down.
I'll drown you in perfection,
until the next guy comes around.

I would happily drag you down.
Daniel Magner Oct 2017
Water spills through boulders,
in no hurry to fill the watering hole below.
Fallen trees lean in,
stretching for a taste
of the cool liquid,
as if it could replenish their vitality,
stand them back up to their old grandeur.
Everywhere around them
humans splash in the pool
formed by the rocks,
causing a raucous,
their coolers, inflatable tubes, towels, beer cans, wrappers, bits of old food,
lay spread,
marring the landscape.
Do the fallen trees hate disrespect,
or are they satisfied knowing that, one day,
the human epidemic
will die.
Daniel Magner 2017
I kept wishing on stars the outcome of my future
what would it be like to know tomorrow
I kept on bragging about things I could’ve done
things I would’ve but I’m just no one
so I walked on the footsteps of a thousand souls
trying to find mine with the Grim Reaper
then I stumbled upon yours a coincidence much like any other
yet I feel like we were ordained
like the stars were set into the right alignment
that it has become akin to a dream of fate
and as I walked past by your spirit it didn’t match mine
I was too sad to walk away so I managed without a soul
                                          . . .
Soulless to say I’m rightfully yours forever and more.
Wrote this for those who were still finding if the one they love is their destined soul mate. :3 Hope ya'll enjoy, I do update daily.
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2017
K
NI
  VES
          are sharp
             in birth but
               blunt against
                   words. Though
                 I have become
                  used to pulling
                   knives from my
                   back, the words
                  that are said are
                    dropping pebble
                       in a still pond, rip-
                      pling through my
                      soul till the end of
                       days. Wounds heal,
                       right? The pain still
                        feels too fresh. And
                        do scars fade? How
                                          many do I have? Oh                  
                          well. I guess, no, I am
                           grateful, to be honest.
                             For every knife, I've cut
                             the cords of things unn-
                                ecessary. But the demons
                                     plague. My face is but stone.
                   My tears are void.
                   My heart is black.
                 The bare slashes
                  on me, I can deal
                  with. I can cope.
                 I can cope well.
                  I can cope. I can
                   cope. I can cope.
                     I-I-I just wish for
                  one thing. I just
                 wish that I was
                  easy to fix. I wi-
                  sh it was easy to
               breathe. Am I
              dying? Here?
            Alone? Yes...I
               am, aren't I? Fr-
                om my first bre-
               ath, I slowly be-
       gan to die.
Feelings for the day...
G Reaper Aug 2017
Surrounded by fear
Not wanting to suffer
Slowly fading away
Death is near

Memories swirling around
My body cold on the ground
Covered in blood
Death is here

Darkness takes over
A figure approaches
Neither angel nor demon
The Grim Reaper is there
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