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ISeanDre Ezell Jul 2014
Fallen Fables Forgoten Forever Frightenly Following Forceful Kings, Ruled Without Purpose And Gain, Fascinated By The Greatness Only Imagined, Fighting For Chances To Break Free And Fly High Above The World To The Highest Power, Along With Enlightment And The Truth Of Self Beauty And Wisdom They Crave To Experience, Ultimately Tripping And Forever Being Trapped Watching The Blessed And HardWorking Ones Become The Imaginable.
My first "poem" ever seriously written. I actually tried writting this wih some form of depth.
Penny Bernal Dec 2016
Peering over the top of the steep hill,
The other side seems so dizzyingly close
One push away
Sisypher, her slate gray pants and matching jacket are
Torn and bloodstained.
Her hands gripped so tightly are inexplicably loosened
Then a pause
A tumbling noise so frightenly loud
Smashing, splintering, shredding shards of granite
Sisypher narrowly jumps aside mesmerized
As the massive boulder skips and hops down the hill
Roaring until there is a hush.
Silent tears stain the cheeks of all who view the spectacle
The lonely figure at the top
Begins her descent.
GailForceWinds Dec 2014
The door was half open
When she reached her room
She was suddenly overcome with a feeling of doom

Should she go in, was someone there?
This fear was more than she could possibly bear

She ran down the stairs and out to the street
She was moving so fast, flying as if she had no feet

She felt like floating
Above the clouds
When she heard the explosion
It was excruciatingly loud

She fell to the ground
Listening for a comforting sound
Sirens rang from down the road
Getting frightenly closer to her home

She looked up at her house
It was engulfed in flames
It could have been her
Who was to blame?

She watched the house burn
As it crumbled to the dirt
She couldn’t believe how much it hurt

A thought came to her mind
In this terrifying scene
*“Is there someone after me?”
James Floss Jul 2019
The past passes
Frightenly fast
What you were sure was
Wanes to whatever

404: cannot be found
Format not supported
Access denied
Memory error

But we remember it
We know it was there
(I made it; it was mine)
Now just victim of time

Dusk to dust
Ashes to ask less
Things fade
Past is pastiche

— The End —