That

Sensation

Deep

Inside

Charging through your heart
Ringing from your mouth

Do

You

Remember

How

It

Felt

Victory
Emotion
Passion
Devotion
Mental
Physical
Pain

Extraordinary

Everything
Comes
Together

In a single
Fraction
Of a
Second

Standing
Stark
Against

A constant moving backdrop
Of time

Do you remember
Can you remember

The last time
You
Felt
Something
So
Real

That it
Stirred
Your
Spirit

Until
It
Came
Rushing out

Faster than hot steam

And everything stopped

For a moment

Your moment

And the
World
Heard
You
Roar
H Phone Feb 11
OST
You’re more than the sum of your parts.
Your form, as it travels through the air, is poetry in motion,
a poem written in the wind,
invoking a wide range of emotions,
from getting your blood pumping,
to getting your heart bleeding;
from jumping for joy,
to jumping in fear.
But unlike others, your beauty carries something soulful:
a memory.

My blood isn’t boiling over the heat you radiate alone;
I associate it with facing my nemeses.
My heart isn’t soaring because of the wings you give me;
it soars because I remember the excitement of a victory.
My tears aren’t welling because of your rainclouds spilling;
the pools form over the fall of a friend.

Had it not been for these memories,
you would have been nary a whisper,
facing a boundless flood of noise,
but even as I’m drowning in its vastness,
you, I will forever proudly hoist.
A poem about my love for video game music.
I licked the blood
from my mental
turned it into wine
Apporva Arya Jun 2017
Nothing is more beautiful then a real smile
That has struggled through tears.
it is an ideal reward for Victory
And classic way of hiding scars.
May be that's why they believe I have always braved a war.
Fake or real a smile could cover it all. I don't want to  win outside when I am loosing everything in me.
Tomwales Jan 22
Isn't it enough that you woke today, with that same feeling
That vague and yet numb sensation, burst into the life
Same memories of chances you blew or whatever they call it

Yet today you woke aspiring to be what they want you to be
Not what you really live, still sliding down in bedlam
Still looking for that getaway or whatever they call it

Despite the songs of wars and cries from the partying armies
Basking in the euphoria of the materials therein within
Yet to still look to get true happiness or whatever they call it

We are here, still breathing through the rubbles
With tempest minds to strive in this stormy gale.
Still they gather for sovereign or whatever they call it
Mikhaila Jan 11
The walls were all closing in.
Hope was fading.
Love was drifting away.
The light vanished from her eyes.
Her eyes that once sparkled with inspiration,
dedication,
love,
motivation.
Now sat empty,
broken,
tired.
She was giving up,
she was losing.
Until He came along.
He saved her,
He redeemed her,
He set her free,
He brought the light back into her eyes.
She finally won.
Once you came disguised as a playground friend
She innoceently accepted your requests
Sadly She even lend you a helping hand
Unbeknownst to her , you fed off her breasts .

You once came quietly like a stealthy beast
Bringing all your elusive demons along
But be warned this time , to say the least
This time You got your target all wrong ,

One night she roared with a new battle song
Armed , sassy,fully grown,and ready for madness
Like a true fighter,she was now battle strong
The girl was no more a cub ,she was now a Lioness !

Be ready for war, be ready to lose vital arteries
Awaiting you now is a mighty force beyond you
A force that'll neutralize and dry your batteries
Take note and stay in your very own lane boo boo .

She has an audience and a stage and this here podium
On which to stand and let out some of the steams
Brewing for ages via spoken word and this medium
Listen carefully , do you hear her audience and the screams ?

She has taken back her space , her power and her life
She found her own calling , evident in her poetic prowess
That little girl is now a mom and someday going to be wife.
The girl is no more a victim ,she is now a full grown lioness .

#IvanBrookspoetry@✍️ #vanguardofLiberianpoetry©️
Depression was exposed,deposed and eventually roasted using spoken word.
God is the giver of life.
and  devil  declared  death.
God rose from the grave .
The devil was defeated
God says I am  the way the truth the life
Neha Srivastava Dec 2017
I have based my existence on pure simple belief
Let it be no victories
Just toasts to life
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