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251 · Jun 2020
I don't need a special day.
Poetic justice Jun 2020
I don't need a special day to bring you to mind, The days I do not think of you are very hard to find.

Each morning when I awake I know that you are gone, And no one knows the heartache as I try to carry on.

My heart still aches with sadness and secret tears still flow, What it meant to lose you, no one will ever know.

My thoughts are always with you, Your places no one can fill.

In life I loved you dearly, In death I love you still.
205 · Jun 2020
The lonley old man.
Poetic justice Jun 2020
The man lays on the side of the road,
Looking raggedy and feeling old,

Bandanna on his head,
And wearing ripped jeans,

His mind thinks back,
to the good times in his teens,

In the heat of the day,
He sits and he sings.

Only his guitar for company,
As he plucks at the strings,

In his hey day, he had lived like a king,
Now he sits alone counting his sins,.

Remembering all the people, who have come and gone,
Sometimes the days can seem so long,

In a blink of an eye life can change,
So be kind to other's, As you bask in your glory,

Don't be so quick to judge,
Because we don't know their story.
As t accidentally posted my draft of this poem a few days ago , I thought I'd post the finished version now. Hope you enjoy.
106 · Nov 2020
Tainted love
Poetic justice Nov 2020
As my heart grows ever more cold,,

I'm becoming a person,
That was never foretold

Your actions becoming increasingly bold,

Your hand is getting harder to hold

And now i am aware of the lies that you sold,

Our love is beginning to unfold.
105 · Jul 2020
Untitled
Poetic justice Jul 2020
I write because it makes me feel like someone is listening,

- or am I finally listening to myself...
Poetic justice Jun 2020
Take a look,
deep into your mind,
Don't be afraid,
you will be surprised what you find.

There is a lot that lays beyond your exsteria,
Your brain holds a lot of criteria,
Give yourself credit,
You're far more superior.

Imagine if we could use our knowledge,
to do better things,
Instead of getting in line like,
puppets on strings.

So let your mind unwind,
Stay alert, but be kind,,
the eye's are useless,
If the mind is blind
95 · Oct 2020
Freedom
Poetic justice Oct 2020
Freedom of speech,
Gives us the
freedom to teach,
As long as we can get past
The political leach,
We need to open people's eyes,
There are many to reach,
But it's all pointless,
If we don't live,
by the words that we preach.
86 · Jul 2020
Its true
Poetic justice Jul 2020
Oh,
you can get through this,
its true,

And even in the darkness,
The stars shine for you !
83 · Aug 2020
Reality
Poetic justice Aug 2020
We live in a world of heartache and violence,

Is it surprising,

that many choose to suffer in silence?
79 · Jul 2020
Immortal soul
Poetic justice Jul 2020
I have grown alot,
In many different ways,
No longer do I have Such hidden rage, Instead I let it out,
My thoughts are the ink That glides across the page,
My soul is no longer Locked in a cage, And even after I'm gone,
My mind is immortal,
It will last for an age....
78 · Jul 2020
Who's with me ?
Poetic justice Jul 2020
All this hyped up glam and glitz
  giggly girls break down in fits
    these mascara clad boys devoid of wits
The shallower they go,  the deeper it gets

Sillouettes lacking inner angles and lines...
The substance goes absent when the light shines...
Plotless drama without direction, still winds
These tragically bad fads spread like vines

Overrun with Reality shows depicting what's REAL
  A mass zombie audience digesting their meal
Not In, but outside, this box they soften like veal
  Staring at a screen that numbs how they feel

When did the war on intelligence start?
  Losers not knowing that losing's not smart...
Cable providers gladly doing their part
  News channels selling half-truth ala carte

I will be a rebel and fight for your mind
Hiding remote-controls where they won't find
Trading entertainment for knowledge in kind
  Giving books out to the voluntarily blind


It's gonna be a BATTLE!!!  WHO'S COMING WITH  ME ?
78 · Oct 2020
Trapped !
Poetic justice Oct 2020
I once had a bright vision,,

Now I'm trapped in my own head,

That has become my mental prison!!
76 · Jul 2020
Man unkind
Poetic justice Jul 2020
This world is unkind
Its full of venomous minds
These people go around committing terrible crimes,
and in time,
Compassion of humanity has gone into decline,
the way we treat each other sends a shiver down my spine,
these are dark times ,
and many of us are failing to shine, my heart is breaking as I'm writing this rhyme,
I dream of world that is pure and divine,
I don't know what to do,  
lord, please send me a sign,
we need to wake up people,
the eye's are useless if the mind is blind !!
72 · Oct 2020
Is this hell ?
Poetic justice Oct 2020
Oh how my mind does dwell,

Is this real life,
Or is this hell,

The worst part of all,
I just cannot tell.
65 · Oct 2020
A tale of one mind
Poetic justice Oct 2020
I was heading down a slippery *****,
I tried to pull myself back up,
But couldn't reach the rope,
There was no hope,
How the hell am I supposed to cope.

I tried with all my might,
And suddenly I saw a really bright light,
And decided to fight,
I took flight,
Now I'm whizzing round the clouds,
At withering heights.
I'm really struggling with my mental health right now,  as I'm sure a lot of people are with everything that's going on right now, stay safe and keep positive.
63 · Jun 2020
What if ?
Poetic justice Jun 2020
"But what if you don't struggle with your darkness?

If you sit quietly and let it wrap itself around you for long enough

Maybe you'll get a glimpse of all the stars In your heart.
62 · Jul 2020
Untitled
Poetic justice Jul 2020
INTERNET TROLLS LURKING, WITH JUDGMENTAL READING IN WHAT THEY SEE.

OVER ANALYZING THINKING THEY'RE KNOWING ME.

FROM MESSAGES HIDDEN WITHIN MY POETRY

THERE IS NO CRYPTIC SCRAMBLED THOUGHT.

JUST REAL LIFE IN RHYME. AND EMOTIONS FOUCHT.

THE TRUTH OF IT 15. AND IT'S PRETTY SAD.

YOU TAKE EVERYTHING GOOD, AND TWIST IT TO BAD.

ONE MORE THING THAT YOU CAN'T CHANGE, AND YOU MAY FIND THIS ONE A LITTLE STRANGE

IN YOUR BORED ANALYTICAL CURIOSITY, YOU RE WRONGLY ADDICTED TO MY POETRY.

WHATEVER IT IS WHATEVER YOU DO. I WISH YOU A SIMPLE SARCASTIC POETIC - *******.
61 · Jun 2020
Humble, rumble
Poetic justice Jun 2020
Sometimes in life ,
I slip and I stumble,
Despite this evil world,
I try to stay humble,
Things get me down ,
I often crack and I crumble,
people' talk behind my back,
they chat and they mumble,
but you can bet ya ***,
that I'm ready to rumble,
in this stereotypical ,
and discriminatory jungle.
59 · Jun 2020
Intrigued
Poetic justice Jun 2020
I'm not ready to go, but I am anxious to know.

Always in search of what awaits us in life after Death,

I will explore the unknown until I've finally exhaled my last living breath.
Poetic justice Jun 2020
As I lay back
and put my music on,
My mind drifts away,
And gets lost in the song

I remember as a kid ,
The beat would have me beaming,
Then I grew up and,
realised the lyrics have meaning,

A sad song could leave your eye's streaming,
A happy one can have you,
reaching for the ceiling,
The is nothing better to cater for every feeling.

So if your thing is hip hop, pop or rock n roll
The is no denying that music is good for the soul.
56 · Jul 2020
Untitled
Poetic justice Jul 2020
( have solar power confidence
And a battery operated smile

My hobbies include
Editing my life story
Hiding behind metaphors

And trying to convince my shadow That I'm someone worth following
56 · Jul 2020
A warrior of words
Poetic justice Jul 2020
An Agent of Assonance,
An Army of Alliteration,
A Conquistador of Climaxes,
A Fighter with Form,
A Marksman of Motif,
A Mercenary of Metaphors,
A Ninja of Nuances,
A Raider of Rhyme,
A Soldier of Synonyms
A Vigilante of Voice;

I strike with the fiercest of sentences, With such clarity and no false pretenses;

I assail with the mightiest of swords,
T am The Warrior of Words.
55 · Jun 2020
Karma
Poetic justice Jun 2020
We're all attracted to those who shine, but beware of artificial light.

Sometimes darkness lies underneath the surface of things that appear to be bright.
You'll soon see venom flowing throughout veins of the darkest seeds,

when true colours show, the poison will glow and they'll turn your garden into weeds.

Karma will come, they'll be undone for there's no antidote, they'll create so much poisonous fury within, it will be on their own bitterness that they choke .
55 · Jun 2020
Untitled
Poetic justice Jun 2020
Words set my skin on fire, i feel my eyes about to flood, Breathing heavy from desire Bleeding ink instead of blood,  Gentleman poet Eloquent prose, Reducing me to become Another Bleeding Rose
53 · Jun 2020
The old man
Poetic justice Jun 2020
The man sits on the side of the road,
Looking all raggedy and feeling old,
In the heat of day,
He sits and he sings,
Only a guitar for company,,
As he plucks at the strings
53 · Jun 2020
Untitled
Poetic justice Jun 2020
DON'T BE THE ONE TO BLAME, PLAYING THE CHEATERS GAME, OF SEEKING PLEASURE, IN SOMEONE ELSE'S TREASURE.
51 · Jun 2020
Venom
Poetic justice Jun 2020
IT'S NOT WHAT YOU SAY,

BUT HOW YOU SAY IT.

I'M SICK,

AND TIRED OF THIS ****

OF YOUR TEMPERAMENTAL HISSY FIT,

FILLED WITH IGNORANT

DRAMATIC SARCASTIC SPIT. !
50 · Jun 2020
Human blind
Poetic justice Jun 2020
We live in a world full of blindness, 
Everyone is looking, 
Yet lacking kindness. 
Selfishness has made us all crazy and mindless,
Nobody is willing to step up,
Instead acting spineless ,
Evil has spread and started to become timeless,
It happens more every day, 
And I'm starting to become tireless !!
The world has gone crazy due to selfishness,  greed and an unwillingness to accept each others differences!

Written
46 · Jun 2020
The cage
Poetic justice Jun 2020
Once upon a time there was a horrid man
who lived in an invisible cage.
He spat out venom
and fed on rage.
He snarled and scowled at each passing day
he was snarling and scowling his whole life away!
Violence made him grow taller and taller
but each time it did his cage grew smaller.
'tis a vicious disease and it's one of the soul
like a crushing snake it was devouring him whole.
'tis a slow painful death
and it's claiming his soul
because he neglected to love
and worshipped control.
He dished out lies,
he dished out blame
that the people wouldn't swallow
for they were onto his game!
Then one day he crumbled and was fast to fade away
as his flesh joined his spirit in a cage of decay
45 · Jun 2020
Lyrical speech
Poetic justice Jun 2020
Whilst I'm standing still over this hill, I think of moments in life that gave me a thrill,

But I remembered the pain and I remember the chill, Of the cold dampened heart's that never seem to spill,

Love or affection, like it's protection they need during the question, should i mention you never gave me attention,

like the world's in one convention and I'm outside looking

in,

I grin, whilst I use these forces buried within,

To show people in verse what I mean, before the planet isn't green, before the seas collapse and wind is no longer a breeze,

We freeze in an ice block, tick tock, tick tock we stopped the clock

But nobody hears me so everyone listen up, Stop what you're doing and please raise a cup, For stopping global warming and extinction of animals, Because we're all valuables on this tiny speck of galaxies, Yet governments plan strategies, to profit from tragedies, They keep us all living in fantasies, but strike in catastrophes, So let's help our families and all become one, Before we've got none and everything we love and everything we feel has gone, Putting a bet on the apocalypse, odds are ten to none !!
45 · Jun 2020
Rhyme rap attack
Poetic justice Jun 2020
A little birdy told me, hearts and souls are mouldy,
Walk with me, talk with me on this journey of doubt,
You'll question people and you'll question the drought,
Of honesty people lie about, because it's time to scout,
For people of kindness on earth,
From birth, i think I've been cursed
It gets worse, as I rap this verse
I'm trying to explain how life can be complicated,
Because we're all intoxicated, muffled in fumes of disease and fleas that cling onto your skin,
Use the energy within, and repel them,
This is where your journey Will begin,
I've been searching for a moment or a pinpoint in time,
When these rhymes and lines, will be classed as divine,
As I perfect and refine,
I'm just wondering how many times,
I can assign the same rhyme , so all sit back with a glass of wine, whilst i intertwine every line,
Lyrics so evil I'm committing a crime,
Maybe I'll get a statue, maybe a shrine,
I need to switch it up so let's all decline,
But you'll remember this verse as one of a kind
44 · Jun 2020
Listen
Poetic justice Jun 2020
"Pay attention, to her, she is trying, to show you things. Do not, ignore, or manipulate her, she's not a puppet, on a string. Remember, that she's been to hell, and back; and that all she wants, is for you, to thrive. But you need, to quiet down  long enough, to hear her voice. After all, she's the one; who survived."
Poetic justice Jun 2020
I turn on the tv, and what do i see
A bunch of politicians arguing, how could this be
A load of tossers jumping to conclusions,
Never knowing the full story,
They're all just assuming,
Corruption and lies is all we're consuming,
The media twists stuff,
Now this is getting confusing,
Where have the good people gone,
This must be an illusion,
This is a bigger problem than pollution,
Some of these idiots  missed out on evolution,
They would be more at home in a mental institution,
It's time to start a new revolution,
No point seeking retribution,
We get ******* everyday,
Who needs prostitution !
44 · Jun 2020
Stereotyping society
Poetic justice Jun 2020
So I wear a hood, does that mean I'm up to no good?

please open your eyes,
before you despise,
Not everyone in society is wearing a disguise,
people need to realize not every youngster is bad,
it's all a pack of lies,
We can't go into a shop without security buzzing round us like flies.

then politicians sit around tables with their suits and ties,
with the lust to discuss me,
you disgust me,

so I must be as level headed as I can,
to never back pedal on the plan,
so we can all hold hands together,
unite,
so we can Live as one.
43 · Jun 2020
Disgrace book
Poetic justice Jun 2020
Facebook, Slagbook, meet just to Shagbook, sneaking about but then you get caught book. Gitbook, Shamebook, not ya real Name Book, in ya photos ya gorgeous but really yr a Mongbook! Prankbook, Skankbook what a ****** Cranbrook. Its gettin pretty scary cos its turning into Wankbook. Textbook, Sexbook, spying on your Exbook, someone likes' her photo and ya turn into a Pestbook!

Scrapbook, Papbook catch the ****** Clapbook, grab ya ****** iphone and add the ****** Appbook. Shitebook, Strifebook get a ******* Lifebook! Watch it if ya married cos they'll nick ya ****** Wifebook! Creepbook, Peepbook when ya take a Leakbook! Yal even be Facebooking in ya ******* sleep book
40 · Jun 2020
Untitled
Poetic justice Jun 2020
Seeking perfect rhythm in tune,

a poetic chorus of thoughts

begin singing,

just waiting to be written in

perfect harmony.

Words on paper, orchestrated for

the readers eyes to hear mentally,

they read the sounds of a poets

mind, silently listening ever so poetically.

Sights and sounds, never seen or heard, all created word
by
Word.
40 · Jun 2020
Untitled
Poetic justice Jun 2020
Like ****** fingertip quills tapping upon keyboard parts, poetry starts from the bleeding inkwell of modern day poetic hearts.
38 · Jun 2020
We all bleed the same
Poetic justice Jun 2020
Yes, a writer's blood is red, but we also bleed in a multitude of other colors as well. Our blood oozes red, black, blue, and 50 shades of graphite.

And we all tend to our wounds differently.

Some mistakenly try to cleanse their wounds with alcohol.

(it only burns, and delays the healing process.)

Some try to protect their healing wounds by concealing them as they try to stop the bleeding and avoid infection.

And then there are the writers. We leave our wounds exposed allowing them to be aired out, and willingly risking any and all chances of infection.

Yes, writers, we expose our wounds to the world, but only in the hopes of helping those who cover their wounds to know that they are not suffering alone, and to try to heal ourselves in the process.

Yes, writers bleed openly non-stop; in multitudes of colors.
38 · Jun 2020
An evening ponder.
Poetic justice Jun 2020
As the noise turns to quiet And the light slips away I sit back and ponder Over the thoughts of the day Tired but relaxed I look to the moon And the tree's as they sway The beautiful stars glimmer As my stress fades away No more anger or rage Just me and my thoughts As my pen glides across the page..
Evening all. Hope everyone is staying safe.
38 · Jun 2020
I accept
Poetic justice Jun 2020
you've made it quite clear

AND I ACCEPT

the fact that i'm not all

YOU THINK I SHOULD BE,

but look in the mirror

AND REALIZE ALSO,

you aren't ex a ctly ALL THAT OF the person you

THINK YOU SEE.
38 · Jun 2020
Untitled
Poetic justice Jun 2020
Underneath the layers of flesh surrounding this man wrapped in a costume of sane looking skin, lives an angry madman living a lie on the edge of insanity, and Deep. Thought Poetry always wearing a grin.
37 · Jun 2020
Different but the same.
Poetic justice Jun 2020
some search for love and some search for fame some admit their faults, others pass the blame some people change with the struggles they overcame some like attention, they like to be kept in the frame some are free spirits, they're very hard to tame some like to help others, they have a burning heart like a flame some people are selfish, don't you think that's a shame after all we're all human, we're in the same game this is my claim, the way we treat each other is totally lame considering the same planet is from where we all came we're all very different, but in survival we have the same aim.
35 · Jun 2020
Eternal love
Poetic justice Jun 2020
If only souls would fall in love with souls, not with bodies.

So mary of us have became inexplicably lost in the worldliness and have forgotten that one day, all bodies will rot and decay, but the love that was shared by two souls will remain eternal and never fade away.
35 · Jun 2020
Untitled
Poetic justice Jun 2020
She is a goddess, a warrior Worth more than her weight in gold She is a guardian, a nurturer With spirit young and soul of old She has words for all occasions Amd is wise beyond her years She has a heart as big as oceans Ind will always face her fears сме мал
34 · Jun 2020
Untitled
Poetic justice Jun 2020
The tune of our hearts beat to a rhythm of love ever so poetically,

it's enough to turn the best written music up into sheets of sobbing jealousy.
34 · Jun 2020
Untitled
Poetic justice Jun 2020
The world shall sink its fangs into the neck of social media,
where we as poets have injected our emotions deep into its veins.

Hungry for a taste, and thirsty for a need, every readers click ****** the skin, leaving the words from our hearts to freely bleed.


We donate a little each day, until we're all dried up and have withered away.
33 · Jun 2020
Human demise
Poetic justice Jun 2020
We were given a beautiful world to call home,  
A natural wonder,  
we were once free to roam.  
Amazing landscapes  
and animals to look at in awe,  
Until selfishness and greed
was planted into our core.  
Money was invented,  
Which divided the rich and the poor,  
Power obsessed tyrants,  
Creating mayhem and war.  
We couldn't unite,  
Because of race, colour and creed,  
Even though red.  
is the same blood that we bleed,  
Not willing to except,  
Each others beliefs,  
So now the pendulum swings,  
And we prepare for our last sunrise,  
I say these words with a tear in my eye,  
It's sad, but no surprise,  
We created our own human demise
33 · Jun 2020
Poetude
Poetic justice Jun 2020
A CLASSY, SASSY, ASSY, ******, DICKY FIT.

COMING FROM A POET THAT DOESN'T TAKE ANY ****.

NOT TO BE BLATANTLY RUDE, IT'S JUST FRUSTRATED POETIC PlaTITUDE,
33 · Jun 2020
Untitled
Poetic justice Jun 2020
How stale,

Life without passion,

The incarnation,

Of an Aquarian soul,

The mindful genius,

With an empty chest hole.
33 · Jun 2020
Untitled
Poetic justice Jun 2020
Seeking perfect rhythm in tune,

a poetic chorus of thoughts

begin singing,

just waiting to be written in

perfect harmony.

Words on paper, orchestrated for

the readers eyes to hear mentally,

they read the sounds of a poets

mind, silently listening ever so poetically.

Sights and sounds, never seen Deep Thought & Poetry or heard, all created word

by word.
33 · Jun 2020
Tired old soul.
Poetic justice Jun 2020
It's getting frustrating,
Trying to find inspiration,
In a world 🌎 full of discrimination.

You see, I'm an old soul,,
I've watched the years roll by,
And the world has turned cold.

I'm getting tired,
I think I'm cut from a different cloth,
Trying to fit in, but feeling lost.

Day by day i continue the fight,
I live my life in the shadows,
Dark is my light
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