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Seema Sep 2017
Fuming flames heat my soul
Wrenched heart, bleeds in cold
Grey like ashes, spots of coal
Sold in a market at a price of gold

Many eyes throw in lashes of dirt
My buyer, I hope comes next
Rude comments and filthy flirt
Reasonable price, I am put on best

A marked price, highlighted in bold
Unaware of petty obsession
To whom am being sold
Like an ownership possession

My fate gave me the love I hungered for
Now a queen of my masters heart
No more cries or tears I pour
My master is a man of a zillion heart...


©sim
Inspired by a painting, I saw online :)
Fynn Sep 2017
There are many things in life
that we want to keep intact
Many people we love and lived with
many people we want to protect
but some people are just doomed to fall
playing a game that they cant win
some people just closed the door
and locked themselves within

There are many things in death
that people want to see
the paradise or endless rest
wishes that go deep
some people are just tired
of living through and through
and others want to live eternal
but those are just a few

Humanity has had its part
we ruled this world for long
we did no good to mother earth
and all our gods are gone
They have rightfully abandoned us
And left us with this earth
that we destroyed and tore apart
from the moment of our birth

Now we all have a price to pay
and we cant retort a word
because we are a generation born
to witness the end of the world
Thanks for reading my poem. I hope you liked it!
I know that humanity has reached its final state. We will see if we are the generation that has to pay for all of this. We will see
Gabriel burnS Aug 2017
I am casting shadows
to stop the growing
smiles of petals
for they are feeding thorns
carving poems on my skin
but
I can't unlove your demons
Cynthia Jean Jul 2017
Oh rest, My child.
Recline in My Arms
Under My Shadow.
I love you.
You are loved.
I know your grief.
You come to Me
Each Day.
Never ever give up.
Never quit.
You are Mine.
Bought with a price.
Paid for
and sealed
forever.

Cynthia J poems 7.24.2017
A poem that came to me when I needed comfort...which is most days.
Shaxy Jun 2017
For anything that's worth having;
One must pay the price.
Brett Palmero Jul 2017
Oh clouds
How you mock me so
Free as can be
And being is free

Oh clouds
How you fly without care
Any form you take
Is yours alone

Oh clouds
How you cry rain
And send snow
Your emotions free to show

Oh clouds
How I wish I could join
But I'm here on earth
Bound to my duties

Oh clouds
How I hope you the best
Because I'm staying down here
Among those I love

Oh clouds
How lonely it must be
To be up so high
Away from everyone

Oh clouds
How you pay for freedom
With pennies of friendship
So you can live how you want

Oh clouds
How I envy you
Yet for me friendship
Is priceless
g May 2017
oh what fools are we
to think that life
brings happiness for free
just when will we learn
everything comes with a price
sometimes one
we cannot afford
aniket nikhade Mar 2017
Disturbed by the fact that future is uncertain,
as of now,
peace of mind is the only thing,
which is need of hour.

Desired since long,
desired often,
peace is now,
also is need of hour.

Everything in life comes at a price and hence never take anything for granted even if it seems to be a part of your life because you reap what you sow.
Hence always it's better to have a firm cause behind each and every effort that is made in life while in present.

Definitely if not now,
then later on sometime.
If not in present,
then in future,
definitely success will be a part of your life,
which will make you feel and understand the fact that outside world is a lot different from what was thought of it since prior.

Even if you have decided to remain yourself while in present,
always remember,
keep in mind and follow the same,
never take anything for granted ever again in life.
A worthless price I will pay …
Beyond a gorgeous dream I will sail …
Through endless visions that grow in my mind …
I would rather fall back on the ones that no one will find …
So I shall return to a disgraced place …
To an abandoned broken face …
To bury all what I’m gonna face, race and grace …
A worthless price I will pay ...
Pax Feb 2017
there's a price
to every choice
&
not every payment
equates money.
Dear Readers,
I always thought that every decision we made is a free one. But now i realized that it is not the case, there will always be something of a price or a higher effort that equates every move & choices we make. Some are visible to perception and some are unseen, never noticed. It is like cause and effect, or you paid this to gain that or every choices has its own consequences either good or bad.

Thanks for reading ...

@pax
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