Matyr poems on Hello Poetry

ZL Sep 2014

Tupac

Them: So you're a lover, a fighter, a rebel, a matyr, an activist, and a poetess. May we ask who inspired you?

Me: Tupac.

Them: Tupac who?

Me: The greatest **** I ever knew.

#hero #2pac #tupac

brianna the strange Jul 2014

you are no better than me

*******
look in the mirror
you're no matyr or victim
you have the world to fear

i'll pull you off your cloud
with the noose of my own
the one i meant for myself
but **** the true colors you've shown

i've been fine without you
it's been done before
and you couldn't possible be
the only man i could adore

so go have your beer
or two or three
while i write a few lines
that sets this addict free

if these vows meant a thing
or if you care for me at all
you would have helped me back up
instead of watching me fall

so i mean this with all my heart
and remember it with everything you do
you pull what you pulled with me tonight
and i promise we will be threw
oh yeah, and ******* too

don't get married. they tend to change without you.

and. if you can't help me at my worst, you don't deserve me at my best.

and i will be my best one fine day soon. and i will pull my boots out of the closest. the ones meant for walking.

#whatever #mad #fuckyou #addict #nancysinatra #boysarestupid #survivorstatus #thenoose

Pete Marshall Feb 2010

The Knights Tale

Breathless I stare aghast and opaque

Stripped bear to the flesh, beaten & broke

Quests can no longer quench my soul

My innards are shred as wounds to the world.

Open sores cover where once was a cross

Halielujah I’ve cried but find it hard to respond.

My armour was strong my speed was my guide

To Jerusalem I rode with God on my side

For Christendom, eternity, In Hoc Signo Vinces

The steel of my sword that wielded the light.

Comrades whose love have camped by my side

Lay scattered, defeated, beaten & lost.

On this sand I now kneel my sword as my rest

My beliefs have deserted alone I must die.

Good knight is my prayer 50 bezants were true

Exuvias Modo Mortales, just mere mortals to you.

Closing my eyes the trumpets have gone

Visions of Jesus & Godfrey before

As the sand passes over and creeps through my bones

Death is my end but a matyr am I

Lyvana Nyx Aug 2017

A Beating Heart

Stop and start
A beating heart
Boil my blood
Burn my skin
Free my ashes
Hellfire within

This dead soul consumed
By a vengeful world
No heaven or hell
Eternal purgatory
Living cost
So much more
Than death

Strike fear
Into them
Make them good
Because they fear
Retribution
Judgement will come
Did you pay your dues?

Sins wrapped in shadows
The darkness within
Slips out the cracks
Turning innocence out
Guilty pleasures
Everyday trangressions
Just one more
The promise of tomorrow
Be redeemed
Pray to be forgiven

False perfection
Surface beauty
A shining beacon
Blinding saintliness
A matyr to the cause
By living purely
Give not onto temptation

I wrote this after reading a former friend's poem "Buried Alive." This poem, as well as his other ones, can be found on beelzeblog.wordpress.com if you're interested in checking it out.

My thoughts on this is some people are "good" because they fear being bad and getting sent to hell, versus being good because they want to be good.

#heaven #hell #fear #sin #repent #purgatory #false #good #guilt #retribution

Melanie Rodriguez Dec 2014

deliah.

dandelion lover wept once far away
where her hands of saturnine
in desperation of thirst for a love true
crawl to the moon
drown in lust drawn wine
cry in mascara marked pillow sheets
champagne delilah laughs in remark
whom could see love so blind
strikes the hand of the woman who
clenches her throat to force the dark provocation of heavy drawn eyes
her veins draw blue and she kisses feverishly for she sought to conquer and love her so
but dandelion lover has blown away
wept her tears in vain
holds eloquently the hand of love who doth fully enrich oneself in
delilah draws murky blue streams in search of a long lost dream
chases the matyr of a past life
there does dandelion delilah thrive
in one anothers sweet demise

series of lust poems

#love #muse #fascination

Bloodline of King Yashayah Feb 2017

****** 3:16

For God so loved the world
He let his own son get murdered
In front of the world
Prosecution set execution
Women men to children
Seen the casted sin
Of an innocent man
Locked up for nothing
All because he was a glutton
To punishment
Mankind is a threat to self
Gotta make laws to feed themselves
Subconscoius bruised I ain't amused
Mad cuz I don't gotta short fuse
And in the news
They persecutin' brothers black n Hispanic like Jews
And the Indian can't get they own land back
Aboriginals coming back home
But don't worry there's a plot
For secret attacks pass that
Mack and let me load it
Unload it as the shots exploded
Brain imploded
Of the elite
Those for all of the lies told in guise
LeArned wisdom
From the serpents above got no love
To these hypocrites
Hanging on double standards
Evrybody loves Jesus
But they ain't down with em
Hit em like hammer but it will hurt
Slow yo roll if you wanna be the one in the dirt
I expose flies of the American pies
We ain't gone get a piece
So I might as well die
For the cAuse once I open my jaws
I get a round of applause
From the spirits dancing above my head never fled
From the source so **** the source
I'm the black matyr
Like baking soda n water
Rising like dough you need to gt smarter
The universe ain't went no where
Everybody entertained over there
Lost souls glancing
And I'm reading spiritual books right here check the glare
I see Times a ticking guns clicking
War horns is pinching
Off the fat man lips soon to take a trip
To the white house with my angry mobs
Just burning the clips binggggg

GENIE May 2020

A GUITAR'S ADVICE ON BEING BETTER

I long for my old guitar
I'm no rock or pop star
But a broken soul
Seeking to be whole
I long to play my old guitar
Alone on the road with mud for tar
In the shack building I'll stay awhile
Where life is no more than a mile
I long for my old guitar
Nothing wrong with the new one named peter
But I'm one with my old guitar
My excesses cannot be shun by peter
I long to play my old guitar
It's old tune still without mar
Tells me if I've come this far
Just a mile, I'll touch the star
I long for my old guitar
My old friend and adviser
Whatever it says, I'll say yes sir
And it tells me to find glory in my scar
Though the storms around me roar
Though the waves against me soar
Though life be cold as Mars
Though I be falling from the effiel tower
Though u be caged with a wild boar
Though strength fails,and I have no power
Though I have A newer better peter
Though life breaks me with terrible shatter
No matter what, it's no matter,
Even if condemned as a matyr
I'll still long for my old guitar
Whose tune unlike that of Peter
Says truth that's bitter
Life's a mile, then hereafter
Checkpoints are chaos and disaster
No more than a millimeter
These checkpoints may your character alter
Or even make you better
How you handle them,says what comes after
If you must win and become master
Defy these gods here, and hereafter
FEAR,HATE,MISTRUST,EGO,PRIDE,ANGER
THOUGHTS THAT MAKE OUR MIND CLUTTER
THOUGHTS OF ESCALATING DISASTER
THINGS THAT MAY HAOOEN, BUT SURELY NEVER
If we think positively time and time after
Think right now, you'll do right later
Think wrong now, and you're a time rigged disaster
Which happens sooner or later
There are things you can't alter
So beware what you sacrifice on what altar
Find what your will always muster
Your life depends on it like water
Never forget God, never ever,
A brother, foe, or sister
Who helped you in disaster
Disaster may be but a nanometer
Many miles it has shattered
Many more it will shatter
Still it can make you better
If only you listen to my old guitar
It's tunes sweet, truth bitter
You will emerge better,
Now and in the hereafter.

I love my guitar though I know not how to play it well yet.
I love poetry,and hope to master its every set

#poetry

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