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Oratile Maroro Apr 2016
Live to die,
So that's a human curse ...
we should walk before we try to run,
No cash, but still walk around with a purse...

How do you expect one to see with eyes closed?
Finger poked, work hard to avoid the Pole...

He said, She said... That shouldn't be your business ...
Avoid names like, Barbie, Diva and every man's Mistress.
scattered Thoughts caught me off guard
She says she is too short
Will have to stand on stool
To kiss my lips

She says her afflictions
Different only in that
They are all too great

She says I can find
A better edition
Of any year I choose

That all the combinations
In searing truth
Are just to much to take

It's this , then that
And all of the rest
She say's I should detest

But when
I hold her in my arms
I know I found my place
Peter J Thomas Mar 2016
When I was quite little,

I wanted to be old,

I realised as time passed by,

I was wrong, if truth  be told.
Peter J Thomas Feb 2016
Love I'm told is in the air,

Yet such a thing I cannot see,

Perhaps I'm looking up not down,

Or simply waywardly.
We need to talk about today
she said, standing in the doorway
Staring straight ahead
and I sat on my chair with the heaviest heart
None of us knew where to start

There was a sunrise like no other I'm told
We stayed inside away from the cold
Coffee and words and wrinkled sheets
Until she sat up with tears on her cheek
and the sun got too hard to uphold

It got cloudy fast as secrets were strewn
and we fought silence and sound all afternoon
Wishes and hopes and broken oaths
All gone so we were barely able to stay afloat
we had lost the sun and waited for the moon

We need to talk about today
I said, standing in the room unsure
Staring straight at her
and she came towards me with the heaviest heart
None of us knew where to start
K R W Jul 2015
I just want
A love story
That's worth
Being told
                                                       (K R W)
Rockie Aug 2015
I wonder what it's like
To be trusted with a secret so secret
That no one else but me
Has been told?
Alice R-P Jun 2015
Are we,
Are we not,
Here to have a purpose.
Do we,
Do we not,
See what is important.
Will You,
Will You not,
Believe what You are told.
Or will You
Search for the truth,
To discover what is truly Your own.
Àŧùl May 2015
Seeing me anxious more than a lot,
The old witch relented a little,
She let me breathe freely,
Back transformed into her daughter,
She touched my forehead,
Then I realized it was sweaty,
Seeing her lovely care I smiled a bit.

So she now lit up a fragrant incense,
The incense seemed so soothing,
She then edged closer to me,
Transcendental wings were visible,
She came even closer to me,
Then the wings simply vanished,
So traceless as if never been there.

It must have been another illusion,
The very day I had set sail to sea,
It was probably carrying over,
Troubling me each non and then,
In my wild dreams I had seen,
True she could not be & was not,
In my life the torment was written.

Soon I was pleading to her teary-eyed,
"Please don't torment me, it hurts!"
She looked at me with affection,
And said, "But I truly love you, sailor,"
She advanced forwards further,
"Have you forgotten all those nights?
Did you even forget the night at sea?"


I first remembered that night at sea,
The night back at home came next,
I had been seduced by her magic,
This was the real picture every time,
I was weak but I still felt warmer,
The night ship feels like yesterday,
I was in confusion about what to do.

Her face was transitioning rapidly,
The old mother to her daughter,
Her daughter to that very angel,
And back to the old mother witch,
Her smile turned into laughter,
The witch laughing at my cries,
Her face here was contorted a lot.

She seemed to be struggling a lot,
As though fight ensued within,
Soon I figured it out by myself,
First I must **** the witch to help,
So I looked around & grabbed,
Axe that I did spot lying there,
Spot on I killed the witch right then.
Witch killed, Angel released.

https://hellopoetry.com/collection/13567/the-angel-saga/

My HP Poem #859
©Atul Kaushal
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