"decievers" poems - Hello Poetry

Once she was called storm her wrath was pure fury yet cleansing and vital her nature can be unforgiving but she would always settle At times her calm was just an illusion The eye of a systematic cyclone Once they called her raven feeding on dead sheep coercing with wolves adorned in mystery hidden behind her long black hair whispering messages from the gods Once they called her firefly her interal beauty shinned in the darkness although by day she looked rather average by night her light was pure inspiration and many tried to catch her as she passed Many names many places many loves many decievers but even at her worst they rendered her beautiful she's "Too crazy to live,too rare to die." And all aspects still live in my heart and mind a spirit that never dissipates with time but morphs into a new name or kind.

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Oct 26, 2012

Oct 26, 2012 at 12:20 PM UTC

danielle-rose

Glorifying The Rose

Once she was called storm her wrath was pure fury yet cleansing and vital her nature can be unforgiving but she would always settle At times her calm was just an illusion The eye of a systematic cyclone Once they called her raven feeding on dead sheep coercing with wolves adorned in mystery hidden behind her long black hair whispering messages from the gods Once they called her firefly her interal beauty shinned in the darkness although by day she looked rather average by night her light was pure inspiration and many tried to catch her as she passed Many names many places many loves many decievers but even at her worst they rendered her beautiful she's "Too crazy to live,too rare to die." And all aspects still live in my heart and mind a spirit that never dissipates with time but morphs into a new name or kind.

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On Wednesday's end, The great wolf has his fill, The doom of the deities, The submerging of the hill, On Wednesday's end, Dead, Golden decievers call, The doom of the deities, The day that thunder falls, On Wednesday's end, The serpent stirs the sea, The doom of the deities, The groaning of the tree, On Wednesday's end, The Sun is born anew, The twilight of the deities, The day the eagle flew, On Wednesday's end, The great wolf breathes his last, The doom of the great snake, The time of the Gods now past.

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Jul 2, 2017

Jul 2, 2017 at 5:32 PM UTC

Ronin-the-poet

Ragnarok

On Wednesday's end, The great wolf has his fill, The doom of the deities, The submerging of the hill, On Wednesday's end, Dead, Golden decievers call, The doom of the deities, The day that thunder falls, On Wednesday's end, The serpent stirs the sea, The doom of the deities, The groaning of the tree, On Wednesday's end, The Sun is born anew, The twilight of the deities, The day the eagle flew, On Wednesday's end, The great wolf breathes his last, The doom of the great snake, The time of the Gods now past.

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Justice is a mask that eludes the public eye. Worn by decievers and believers,politicians and priests,two sides of the same rusted coin. Edged on the verge of truth,lies are spat,votes are cast and offerings are made. Oblivious sheep,shaving their own wool.

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Oct 5, 2014

Oct 5, 2014 at 6:43 PM UTC

collily

I Lack The Herd Instinct

Justice is a mask that eludes the public eye. Worn by decievers and believers,politicians and priests,two sides of the same rusted coin. Edged on the verge of truth,lies are spat,votes are cast and offerings are made. Oblivious sheep,shaving their own wool.

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We are the pretenders, the decievers I am a lover, a believer We are the manufacturers of wrong, of wrought I am a man who has preached, and also taught We are providing the means known to divide I am a man that can't be bought, I put no price on pride We are a formation formed from shadows, from shrouds I am a man that has woken up and saw my country, my town in flames and fury, baked by the disease of propaganda We have tried, failed, and thrown our hands up I am a man who you cannot corrupt

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Dec 1, 2011

Dec 1, 2011 at 9:30 PM UTC

rah-fullmetal

We Are, I Am

We are the pretenders, the decievers I am a lover, a believer We are the manufacturers of wrong, of wrought I am a man who has preached, and also taught We are providing the means known to divide I am a man that can't be bought, I put no price on pride We are a formation formed from shadows, from shrouds I am a man that has woken up and saw my country, my town in flames and fury, baked by the disease of propaganda We have tried, failed, and thrown our hands up I am a man who you cannot corrupt

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This scilence consumes my mind, as scheduled. Unspoken and reserved, it willingly surrenders. Opinion is rendered illegal in this city. No longer will this go on, they say. Decievers, they are. For it is you who will be decieved.

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Aug 1, 2011

Aug 1, 2011 at 8:43 PM UTC

stephen-razo

Untitled.

This scilence consumes my mind, as scheduled. Unspoken and reserved, it willingly surrenders. Opinion is rendered illegal in this city. No longer will this go on, they say. Decievers, they are. For it is you who will be decieved.

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I have not found misery But contentment and liberating Light amongst ladened pygmies I stand head and shoulders above So lets pity the Dividers and the sordid indulgences of shysters charlathans liars blamers decievers scallywags and larcenists Tis the sweat off my brow my aspiration and endeavours upholds as does millions of others who in honest toil thrive and profit Sham politburo hooligans state half-wits spit anachronistic slogans our Witchfinder General seeing silver spoons in meritocracy Lazies do as lazy does Never learning but heedlessly agitating Puerile minds dividing projecting smearing and intimidating Maniac fantasists deluded saps Disingenuous failures hiding in plain sight Cheats and sinners in glasshouses throwing stones Dime store mobsters Confused minds in haze exporting confusion Mired in hate envy and jealousy they alienate enterprise and success It’s monarchs it’s the elites Well worn lies and excuses for the work-shy There’s opportunities aplenty but dumb blamers point fingers You can’t tell the truth That you want something for nothing That you’re the greedy and entitled sourly prodigals Reds with red faced shame dunce revolutionaries in Quixotic faux pas the problem rests in you as you wallow in the divisive stench whirling in the windmills of your rancid minds He who took on the mantle stands he who toiled hard to better himself stands he who crossed oceans stands and even built more than you with all your privileges what have you done to make yourselves feel proud - oh yes, you throw stones and hide hands - bravo!!........ bravo!!

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Dec 25, 2023

Dec 25, 2023 at 5:17 AM UTC

yenson

“Socialism is a philosophy of failure, the creed of ignorance, and the gospel of envy, its inherent virtue is the equal sharing of misery.” —M.S.

I have not found misery But contentment and liberating Light amongst ladened pygmies I stand head and shoulders above So lets pity the Dividers and the sordid indulgences of shysters charlathans liars blamers decievers scallywags and larcenists Tis the sweat off my brow my aspiration and endeavours upholds as does millions of others who in honest toil thrive and profit Sham politburo hooligans state half-wits spit anachronistic slogans our Witchfinder General seeing silver spoons in meritocracy Lazies do as lazy does Never learning but heedlessly agitating Puerile minds dividing projecting smearing and intimidating Maniac fantasists deluded saps Disingenuous failures hiding in plain sight Cheats and sinners in glasshouses throwing stones Dime store mobsters Confused minds in haze exporting confusion Mired in hate envy and jealousy they alienate enterprise and success It’s monarchs it’s the elites Well worn lies and excuses for the work-shy There’s opportunities aplenty but dumb blamers point fingers You can’t tell the truth That you want something for nothing That you’re the greedy and entitled sourly prodigals Reds with red faced shame dunce revolutionaries in Quixotic faux pas the problem rests in you as you wallow in the divisive stench whirling in the windmills of your rancid minds He who took on the mantle stands he who toiled hard to better himself stands he who crossed oceans stands and even built more than you with all your privileges what have you done to make yourselves feel proud - oh yes, you throw stones and hide hands - bravo!!........ bravo!!

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