"maniacle" poems - Hello Poetry

I am but a child of the night one mention of the prince of darkness you instantly get a fright Son of dracular forever basking in the dark eyes like blood and teeth like shark A heart that is pitch black a soul that is dark my looks are incredible but my bite is worse than my bark Van Helsing, a man i'll forever hate is in for a surprise i've sealed his fate (maniacle laugh) END

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Jul 31, 2013

Jul 31, 2013 at 11:31 AM UTC

lihle-caleni-2

child of the night

I am but a child of the night one mention of the prince of darkness you instantly get a fright Son of dracular forever basking in the dark eyes like blood and teeth like shark A heart that is pitch black a soul that is dark my looks are incredible but my bite is worse than my bark Van Helsing, a man i'll forever hate is in for a surprise i've sealed his fate (maniacle laugh) END

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Pyro maniacle greed The piles of the obese Will burn a thousand years I saw the sun blink like the eye Of a dark matter serpant coiled ready to strike forked tongue and slithering To take us home Open the door past the astral Beatific infernal Last sunset Funeral pyre Blessed to watch Witness to the fortunes fall Old sun our ruin See thru the eye of a dark matter serpent Coiled tight venom dripping From the sky The forked tongue savors me See clear your demise You are no differ from slime Miscreants and pious all dine On the pyroclastic funeral pyres The smoke of your bones Cast your last hope and prayer liars and their bile To cold black despair So many lives laid bare The truth to you now bones You let it slip thru your hands Your one gift and you blew it Spread across desert sands Alien worlds skinned serpants Embreonic soup de jour new poisons

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May 10, 2017

May 10, 2017 at 9:50 AM UTC

GeniousHChrist

Serpant Nova

Pyro maniacle greed The piles of the obese Will burn a thousand years I saw the sun blink like the eye Of a dark matter serpant coiled ready to strike forked tongue and slithering To take us home Open the door past the astral Beatific infernal Last sunset Funeral pyre Blessed to watch Witness to the fortunes fall Old sun our ruin See thru the eye of a dark matter serpent Coiled tight venom dripping From the sky The forked tongue savors me See clear your demise You are no differ from slime Miscreants and pious all dine On the pyroclastic funeral pyres The smoke of your bones Cast your last hope and prayer liars and their bile To cold black despair So many lives laid bare The truth to you now bones You let it slip thru your hands Your one gift and you blew it Spread across desert sands Alien worlds skinned serpants Embreonic soup de jour new poisons

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I am the greatest The greatest poet you ever read And didn't understand I'm the greatest lover The greatest loser The maniacle sensitive soul grown calloused By the world Incredibly optimistic Insatiably cynical The greatest poet you ever read Who sees blue when the color is red Like the times I bled My thoughts onto paper I mix it up in purple imagery An orchid I found a way to sail my ship From the deepest ocean To the deepest parts of space Where only nebula's Know my name And I'm hurting And I'm loving all the time And I'm crying With no tears in my eyes My tears form As lines in a poem That make you feel the same as me So does my smile I am the greatest poet You can't begin to understand

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Mar 22, 2016

Mar 22, 2016 at 2:42 AM UTC

torin

God Of Swag pt.2

I am the greatest The greatest poet you ever read And didn't understand I'm the greatest lover The greatest loser The maniacle sensitive soul grown calloused By the world Incredibly optimistic Insatiably cynical The greatest poet you ever read Who sees blue when the color is red Like the times I bled My thoughts onto paper I mix it up in purple imagery An orchid I found a way to sail my ship From the deepest ocean To the deepest parts of space Where only nebula's Know my name And I'm hurting And I'm loving all the time And I'm crying With no tears in my eyes My tears form As lines in a poem That make you feel the same as me So does my smile I am the greatest poet You can't begin to understand

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We danced and played like children, splashing in puddles and jumping the stream. Trapped in the curse of our youth, tangled in kisses and forever spinning. Neither corrupted for we were already fallen. Anger and lust pumped through our veins. You climbed to the top of the tower, and triumphantly exclaimed- 'I AM GOD!' Lightening fell from behind, cupped into your palm, maniacle and dizzy. My heart flipped as I stared in awe. I knew from the start we were toxic. With that moment engrained in my mind, I knew I loved you, however tragic.

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Sep 29, 2017

Sep 29, 2017 at 4:36 PM UTC

b-chapman

Enraptured

We danced and played like children, splashing in puddles and jumping the stream. Trapped in the curse of our youth, tangled in kisses and forever spinning. Neither corrupted for we were already fallen. Anger and lust pumped through our veins. You climbed to the top of the tower, and triumphantly exclaimed- 'I AM GOD!' Lightening fell from behind, cupped into your palm, maniacle and dizzy. My heart flipped as I stared in awe. I knew from the start we were toxic. With that moment engrained in my mind, I knew I loved you, however tragic.

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How come no-one ever pulls for the bad guy. He's just out there doing what we all wanna do: Being self-interested, self-imposing, self-actualising, carefree, and ego-maniacle. Really he's the hero- making destiny manifest by his own hands; the spiritual successor of the settlers and explorers, who just happens to have run out of room. Is it not those do-gooder heros who are villians, for real, by forcing these noble individuals to abandon their dreams and fall back in line, with threats of violence, persecution, and hard time. They are the very embodiment of fascism, through and through. So lets here it for the bad guys who keep the world sane, by showing us were all humans, one and the same. So three cheers for evil! Hip hip hooray! Hip hip hooray! Hip hip hooray!

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Dec 21, 2019

Dec 21, 2019 at 3:31 AM UTC

thomas-hatchett

Three cheers for evil

How come no-one ever pulls for the bad guy. He's just out there doing what we all wanna do: Being self-interested, self-imposing, self-actualising, carefree, and ego-maniacle. Really he's the hero- making destiny manifest by his own hands; the spiritual successor of the settlers and explorers, who just happens to have run out of room. Is it not those do-gooder heros who are villians, for real, by forcing these noble individuals to abandon their dreams and fall back in line, with threats of violence, persecution, and hard time. They are the very embodiment of fascism, through and through. So lets here it for the bad guys who keep the world sane, by showing us were all humans, one and the same. So three cheers for evil! Hip hip hooray! Hip hip hooray! Hip hip hooray!

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(Justice of love and hate) Blindfolded, You do not judge, by sight Embolden, By neither darkness, nor light Balanced, Your scales of wants, and need Challenged, To determine which, to feed Justice, Your sword pierces, the hardest of hearts Mercy, Compassion awarded, to birth new starts Blindfolded, You condemn what you, do not see Scolded, You point your ignorant fingers, carelessly Unstable, You overbear the scales from, love to greed Maniacle, Upon your slain and ruined, is what you feed Vicious, You seek to devour, the weakest first Malevolent, The blood of innocents can't quinch, your thirst

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Dec 7, 2016

Dec 7, 2016 at 8:21 PM UTC

jeromie-adams

η δικαιοσύνη της αγάπης και του μίσους

(Justice of love and hate) Blindfolded, You do not judge, by sight Embolden, By neither darkness, nor light Balanced, Your scales of wants, and need Challenged, To determine which, to feed Justice, Your sword pierces, the hardest of hearts Mercy, Compassion awarded, to birth new starts Blindfolded, You condemn what you, do not see Scolded, You point your ignorant fingers, carelessly Unstable, You overbear the scales from, love to greed Maniacle, Upon your slain and ruined, is what you feed Vicious, You seek to devour, the weakest first Malevolent, The blood of innocents can't quinch, your thirst

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