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Erian Rose Mar 2019
From the tears that fall
To the pounding wall
Nothing stings more
Then the hurting inside
Karijinbba Mar 2019
Sometimes truth is
stranger than fiction
cold and cruel as a grave
and flowering tragic
circumstances
or living in denial
is a quick sweet fix
causing irreparable
lifetime misfortune
Timely revealing
a terrible truth
to innocents
can be traumatic
yet tender eye opener
but utterly kindly
necessary to avert
greater future calamity
and misjudgements
I know this truth
in my own flesh
I hid a cruel truth
not to cause painful
suffering to self
and other victims
my own children
and I was hurt
the most I lost it all.
so speak timely
get counseling go public
living in denial
of unexamined
traumatic past events
never escaped
the laws of fate
and ill karma
It all come back
to hunt me
revealing
the light of truth
no matter how
dark its sting
it did set me free
but I lost
the companionship
of close loving
family members
in their cold diselief
awake be aware
an evil doer's skim
to continue future
character assassination
slandering oldest
witness victim
will perish obliterated
only in the light
of timely
simple truth revealed
A dearly beloved
survivor's courage
and foresight
to stop living
in foolish denial
will also end
in much needed
self healing
~~~~~~~~~
By Karijinbba
All rights reserved.
revised 03-16 2019.
Don't let it happen to you.
Reveal the light of truth
no matter how dark its sting.
Ending up mis-understood
misjudged unknown
is an injustice
sad and very
lonesome
existence.
Ruth Mar 2019
Smooth like
Sugar and
Spice
And
Fire.

Sweet like
Hornets and
Coffee
And
Liars.
Dondrea Dec 2018
you are like fire
with a light capable of consuming darkness and melting gold  
you are magnificent
so profoundly brilliant that you have secrets yet to be told
you are like magic
perfect to watch but forbidden to touch
constantly giving but never enough
your demise is inevitable
how can they not see
your tears mould your body leaving me with an infinite sting
you crackle in my ear
getting louder and louder as you consume those around you
swallowing us whole and spitting out merely a silhouette of who we are
I dare not touch you
though my desires burn bright I wil not
for you are like fire
our touch will be the end of me
I will not let you burn me
my eyes sting as I watch you
I watch you dance
in a flurry of emotions I watch you reach
longing to grasp onto something
Anything
Desperate to burn and consume
I watch as your flame grows
Yor colors transforming you into someone else
 I want to touch
To feel the sting
But I will not
I will not let you touch me
for your touch will be the end of me
MicMag Nov 2018
like all, I yearned to love
in spite of potential pain
but now this anti-love bites hard
agony and shock surge through my veins

an army of fury and contempt
rush forth, crown fear both queen and king
this anti-love marches on
attacking with rage-inducing sting

but I can't hate this anti-love, no
I confess when push comes to shove
I cherish the teensy bits of joy
I share with the little ant I love
PAD Poem-A-Day Challenge November 2018

Prompt:
A love poem
and/or
An anti-love poem
http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2018-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-20
stopdoopy May 2019
Clerks (and the)
"Felon"
(and) A Serious Man

12 Angry Men (sit)
"A Few Good Men"
(in the) City Of Men

The Fugitive (seems)
"Fearless"
(stands with a) Smile

"Scent Of A Woman"
Presto (he says)
(and there would be no) Law Abiding Citizen

"The Gods Must Be Crazy"
(to let) Someone Like Him
Getaway (free)

The Sting (is that)
"Cell 211"
(remains) Empty
The sequel to "The Crime". Once again made from movie titles.

They are definitely gross and specific poems, a comment on society.
juliet Nov 2018
i am a sleepy drop of silver moonlight
i bask in diamond skies
before i feel the sting of the sun
because i don’t want to lose my
starry eyes
Enigmatic Oct 2018
Stinging you with her electric eyes
This is your turn to lose the prize
For you shall burn
For you shall never return
Your heart can not depart the roses, you lay a bed
Thorns shall ***** you but this is not your moment to cry
This is not your moment to scream why
For she is taking the steps you can not reach
Reach for your despair, scream this just isn't fair
But she shall not turn around
Bury yourself deep in the ground
For she is unleashing her round of the hounds
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