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Andrew Jun 10
Why do I speak in tongues?
Is it just for fun
Or to leave people stunned?

The Holy Spirit fills me with joy
I want to say something beautiful
But no words are beautiful enough
So I speak in tongues

A demon possesses me with misery
I want to say something evil
But no words are evil enough
So I speak in tongues

When words escape my lungs
I speak in tongues
About the life I’ve spun
Ylzm May 22
A book was given,
but the man cannot read.
Another can read,
but cannot understand.
A book of secrets,
in a plain tongue.
A strange tongue given,
secrets revealed.
Ylzm May 17
in seven of sevens,
in time, times and a half,
from the very first night,
the harvest is completed.

the fruition of the leaven of truth,
once a strange tongue,
coded in familiar languages;
unquenchably burns on altars.

a foreign bride awaits,
the reason a man leaves his family;
love shall be awakened and aroused,
for the time is right!

the light, fully revealed.
a child, a new creation:
King of kings for a thousand years,
then Armageddon!
Our tongues
frolicking in the slippery depths
that can only be described as
a lingual dance of love
Enzo Feb 16
There can be no sweeter tongue, nor softer lips than the ones on your mouth as you say my name
Call me again
Morgan Feb 8
Sometimes I like to play games with you. I like to stare into your eyes silently, allowing you to do the work for me. I’ll pretend to be her tonight. I’ve always had a big imagination, it’s really not that hard. For me. To pretend to be, someone else.

Their name was Barns
I was dancing when I decided to meet your gaze.
Hypnotized by the music
Moving like the drinks in our hands that coated the dance floor.
You were different, thats why my attention was given.
I learned your language was not mine when you spoke for the first time.
But that did not matter to our tongues
Who kept dancing
To her song.
Poems about lovers past
Abby M Dec 2018
Some sit on a pile of books
Not knowing the worth of their seat
Not knowing that the paper holds the tongues of a thousand souls
They sit on their bright future
If only their legs could read
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