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#loveconquersall
does love conquer all? it’s a funny notion – for all it ever taught me was defeat: defeat so debilitating, it borders on cruelty; cruelty so brazen, it borders on psychopathic; it makes you feel like a man, as it grips you by the ***** makes you feel like a pig, while it humours your piety. given a chance, it would split you in half: one half – pulling punches; the other half – paralyzed by reproach; you want to kick love in the teeth; you want to love love with all your heart; you want to do both – and not lose your mind   at the same time. you want to choke love’s throbbing throat and watch it gag on your undying passion; and when the war is over, you’re left wondering – ‘was it even a fair figh—                           — oh, right… that was never in the picture.’   so, i guess – love does conquer all: all that you are, all that you’ll ever be, and all that’s left of you.
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Dec 29, 2024
Dec 29, 2024 at 1:29 AM UTC
love and war
In the realm where dreams and passions blend, A tale of love, unyielding, I intend. Through valleys low and mountains high, Love conquers all, as the ages imply. Against the tides that fiercely roar, Love stands strong, forevermore. In battles fierce, where darkness quests, Love's radiant light outshines the rest. Through conquests vast, both near and far, Love's tender touch, a guiding star. No challenge, no foe, can withstand, The power of love, forever grand. In whispered winds and moonlit skies, Love's gentle gaze, where true strength lies. Through every trial, every test, Love conquers all, it stands the best. So let hearts unite, in sweet embrace, Defeating trials, with love as the base. For in the tapestry of life's conquests, Love reigns supreme, the eternal best.
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Jan 29, 2024
Jan 29, 2024 at 4:41 AM UTC
LOVE conquer every conquests
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Jun 14, 2020
Jun 14, 2020 at 10:34 PM UTC
Forever Stronger 💪
I need 50k every twø weeks
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May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 7:23 PM UTC
Mønte Carlø
I need 50k every twø weeks
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May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 7:21 PM UTC
Løndøn
I need 50k every twø weeks
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May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 7:19 PM UTC
New Yørk
If I can’t run with my bødy at least let my søul escape
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May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 7:12 PM UTC
Prisøn
Always get the money its something about the hustle & bustle of everyday life I pick a canvas then paint it how I like with neon lights so I can attract butterflies
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May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 12:59 PM UTC
💰 **** The Møney 💰
Slavery taught black people how to survive but not how to live
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May 3, 2020
May 3, 2020 at 7:57 PM UTC
Outside my Misery
I’m not sure how I intend to make a living but I’m gonna make it out the hood one day I’m not tryna be poor forever & I’m done with going to jail wasted years of my life I can never get back I’m just tryna do exactly what it is I said I would can’t deviate from the mission when u in a stabilized position it’s better to not get noticed then to be looked down upon can’t be stupid nowadays u have to want to survive & u have to keep moving forward to do that I’m thinking to much sometimes so I smoke marijuana to ease my mind & when I see my life through the eyes of the Lord I’ll leave all my worries behind take up my cross daily & live for nobody but Jesus in my room making music for the boredom but I know it’s stupid to waste time on useless projects I hope my journalism isn’t worthless yet I throw them in the garbage instead of saving them for what who wants to read my thoughts I will share my story with u if u would share your dollar with me
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May 3, 2020
May 3, 2020 at 6:26 AM UTC
Satin *******
If u don’t got nothing good to say then don’t say nothing at all
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May 3, 2020
May 3, 2020 at 4:00 AM UTC
Talk Is Cheap
I believe that writing is different than typing it takes more concentration with less suggestions unless u brain stormed our thoughts are powerful ideas spark inventions & inventions spark evolution if I’m right this just a opinion on the topic of writers having soft hands compared to someone working in construction I’m constantly being tempted by the she devil to be a *** toy for her pleasure not mine I don’t bust a nut all the time I use my fleshlight because of the material needing lubricant instead of natural juices it causes tension on top of the tension I’m trying to release in the first place I won’t a new perspective to be appreciated & loved is all I want I’m getting support from friends & family so I’m in good hands needing a check but I’m a felon with a fetish for marijuana I’ll quit but I don’t know what it would take to replace the feeling or would the desire just vanish ?
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May 3, 2020
May 3, 2020 at 3:57 AM UTC
Bløød Møney Is Red
It gets better; That's what liars say; So I guess that's what I am today. Because I don't know what else to do Than sit and hope right next to you And watch the nightmares take their toll, On the fragile, loving, gentle soul That now before me loses sleep, And cannot bring himself to weep. I wonder at the things inside- A broken heart, a damaged pride; Swirling like a sea in storm, Waiting in a shapeless form Of misery; of rage, and hate, Unable to communicate These things that write themselves upon The soul that's quickly almost gone. In your grief, you don't deny That grass is green, And blue the sky But you cannot seem to tell me why Your heart still thinks it's all a lie, That good can't still exist here now That all is done, let's take a bow- But yet, I still can't tell you how Time heals all, if allowed. I've been there in your shoes before, Locked in shadows, behind closed doors; I know this path you're walking down, The one that changes joy to frowns- This waiting pool where sorrows spin- To catch you in their clutch again; But I can't convince you that I'm sincere- Uttering words, that you won't hear; And I feel like I'm lost, Like there's nothing to say- So I tell you it's fine, It will all be okay.
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Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 12:39 AM UTC
White Lies
Love is never an accident. Whether it be love at first sight, Or whether it’s cause to lament. If you fall in love it was right. Each time we love we were meant to. Whether it comes after a chase, Or regret of the depths sent to. To feel love is an act of grace. The feeling of love never lies. Whether you love somebody wrong, Or someone you idealize. Love and truth together belong. Love is never an accident. Whether it makes you feel guilty, It’s always a gift Heaven sent. Love is absolute purity.
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Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 12:15 PM UTC
Love Is Never An Accident
The hole enlarges each time the heart breaks So deepens the emptiness with it Deserted lands dried with no form It is as if the soul has long left Seeking its rightful place in the afterlife Searching for where to belong Unlike my body which is already doomed from inception No matter its journey, its path ends in distraction Death will be the end None can escape the ordained fate I now question my knowledge Because my heart longs for all that I know to be wrong How can all this be sin when it feels so right? My body craves the lustful passions of the mind Yearning to take bite of that forbidden fruit My hands stretching only towards that which is sinful Thirsting for the evil wine I wish to dine and feast on all this beauty in my sight My eyes see only that which tempts Every confession is the genesis to the next one No sooner as I am whole, do I sin again Often I ask why it is I feel at home in this folly world This condemned place, home to righteous men. Why is it that its strangeness excites me this way? And its darkness attractive to me In the depth of silence i hear her voice in the winds calling out to me In the loudest of noises, I can hear her celebrating with me And in the morning when I can see her beauty, I appreciate each day I wake to see it Enchanting goddess of love, bound with this righteous of men? Perfectly curved edge to edge, each curve more enticing, more arousing than the last Ever teasing pleasures, she presents Never allowing me a chance to get used to the warmth of her embrace In that moment, all is good, the yin and the yang are all coloured white, all is right In harmony we move back and forth in a circle Moreover, I start forgetting the pain that this life come with Surely, this love is a curse
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Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 9:08 AM UTC
This Blessing Is a Curse
The hole enlarges each time the heart breaks So deepens the emptiness with it Deserted lands dried with no form It is as if the soul has long left Seeking its rightful place in the afterlife Searching for where to belong Unlike my body which is already doomed from inception No matter its journey, its path ends in distraction Death will be the end None can escape the ordained fate I now question my knowledge Because my heart longs for all that I know to be wrong How can all this be sin when it feels so right? My body craves the lustful passions of the mind Yearning to take bite of that forbidden fruit My hands stretching only towards that which is sinful Thirsting for the evil wine I wish to dine and feast on all this beauty in my sight My eyes see only that which tempts Every confession is the genesis to the next one No sooner as I am whole, do I sin again Often I ask why it is I feel at home in this folly world This condemned place, home to righteous men. Why is it that its strangeness excites me this way? And its darkness attractive to me In the depth of silence i hear her voice in the winds calling out to me In the loudest of noises, I can hear her celebrating with me And in the morning when I can see her beauty, I appreciate each day I wake to see it Enchanting goddess of love, bound with this righteous of men? Perfectly curved edge to edge, each curve more enticing, more arousing than the last Ever teasing pleasures, she presents Never allowing me a chance to get used to the warmth of her embrace In that moment, all is good, the yin and the yang are all coloured white, all is right In harmony we move back and forth in a circle Moreover, I start forgetting the pain that this life come with Surely, this love is a curse
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Take my hand, I'll take the lead And every turn will be safe with me I fell in love, despite our differences, and once i did, something rare and beautiful was created. For me, love like that has only happened once, and that's why every minute we spent together has been seared in my memory. I'll never forget a single moment of it. No mountain's too high and no ocean's too wide, I'll come for you, where ever you go, no matter how far. Let it rain, let it pour, what we have is worth fighting for. You know I believe that we were meant to be. Don't be afraid, afraid to fall, You know I'll catch you through it all.
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Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 4:06 AM UTC
Untitled
Rotted soul of good intention, mine is an apple core on an old black road in a holy heat. Sinner, slow down! Sinner stop your dancing and start praying for your people -mmmyes- that they start praying for you child. 'Cause it's gonna take a churchyard full of bake sales, mmmhmm and it's gonna take a winter full of galoshes by the church door whoowee, it's gonna take a village to save you, child. Heathen, pull your skirt down! stop them hips swaying left, slooow, swaying right, sloooow as you walk down that dirt road kicking up dust like you was a young colt running. Oh it's gonna take a lot saving, Yessum, it's gonna take a lake a dunking... Oh but Lord! It's gonna take a lot of praying, Hallelujah, gonna need a lot of rosaries to save your eternal life, girl I am as rotten as a pit of peach, dried and without yield. no value, no good. Child, it's gonna take a revival to save this soul. Mama, start that revival and save your babies soul. sahn 2/6/15
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Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 12:02 AM UTC
revival tent