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Jeromie adams Dec 2016
Broken Man
 with broken hands,
 broken feet,
 how can he stand?

Broken Man
Broken Heart,
No light can be seen,
Where is the spark?

Broken Man
Broken mind,
Memories of yesterday,
Stop the time,

Broken man
With broken plans,
Abandoned soul
Where did it go?

Broken man
starting to heal
Pain has subsided
Can this be real?

Rehabilitation
From lamentation
One sweet soul
Gave rejuvenation

Ressurected man
With ressurected hands
ressurected feet
Now he can stand!

Ressurected man
With Ressurected heart
Death to the darkness
Because of her spark

Ressurected man
Ressurected mind
Injuries of yesterday
Are far behind

Ressurected man
With liberated plans
The prodigal soul
With her,
he is  whole
brandon nagley Aug 2015
i

She isn't thy average
Typical being;
She sit's upon a loft
Only made for a queen.

ii

Her bedstead is mine
We shareth ourn pillow;
I've never been so happy
Her love, pure as a meadow.

iii

A battlement coordinates
Wherein we shalt be protected;
She's spiritually awoken me
Hari and his reyna, ressurected.

iv

I shalt beget her, from her painful sleep
Now she's awoken, her face none more weep's;
Other's shalt Bestir us, from what they can't get
Though we shalt prevail, with love, forgiveness, them to forget.


v

Brigandine silver, shalt dress me in battle
For If beast's cometh close to mine queen, their boot's shalt rattle;
A Gilbertese I wilt carry, known as a shark tooth weapon
Mine Filipino empress is mine all, no faltering, none question's.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane dedication/Filipino rose......
Badee Uz Zaman Dec 2016
The roads I trudged were carpeted with,
Mourning silences and reigning howls.
My trembling steps were  greeted  by,
Stings vicious and dreadful hisses.
The inauspicious journey drained me off,
The will to walk and cross the desert.
Beyond that desert rested the garden,
The voices of love, and glimpses of calm.
My maimed heart got brimmed with,
Wishes anxious and grief appalling.
My parched lips cursed my fate,
When some voices devine called my name.
My ominous shadow was shadowed by
The puny hands and faces angelic.
My whelmed soul yelled a prayer
And my broken pen got ressurected.
Oh! The avatars of innocence
May you live forever!
With magical smiles and flowering heart.
Your presence in my nebulous life
Has chased away the obdurate agony.

© Badee Uz Zaman
brandon nagley Jun 2015
A standstill!!!!

The planet's spinning out of control!!!

Mistaken identities are non friendly!!!

A false temple shalt be erected
The saviors ressurected
For didn't thou heareth?

No more sadness
No more tears
To famish a costly spirit!!!

Open murderer's
Wilt **** with a smile
The land of the old
And persecution's trials

Wilt shake!!!!!

Trembled cake!!!

No layers of good taste!!!

A volcanic comeback
For all to see,
As the fish and the trees
Come to their boil!!!!!
Trupoetry Apr 2016
& Suddenly there was a shift
her beauty lit up the room
She created more space for her gift
issuing an eviction notice to gloom

what she thought was dead
Had been surely ressurected
no matter how much or how little was said
You could find her unaffected

Her attention now directed
Centered & refocused
& they all felt it
Joy; where she was once hopeless

a light began to shine
A brave moment a midst a hearts strife
it was far beyond time
To become the love of her own life <3 xoxo
Love always; in all ways!
jennifer May 2014
We craved eachother
But I was bad for you.
You craved my taste
So I cut my lips off.
You craved my smell
So I masked it.
You craved my touch
So I wore mittens.
You craved my voice
So I removed my tongue.
Then I realized you crave my presence
And this craving was killing you slowly,
So I set myself on fire
And let myself burn
So you could crave me no longer.

The devil found my ashes and resurrected me
And like a phoenix I rose,
He said he'd ease your craving and give me life
In exchange for just my soul.
And I went to find you to see if it worked
And it did. You craved me no longer.
But even in this new form,
This newly ressurected body,
There was nothing I wanted more than you
Because somehow my memories
Didn't burn with my skin and flesh.
Sk Abdul Aziz Sep 2016
The heart is a weird thing..it is the one which keeps us alive and it is also the one which hurts and kills every now and then...it's incredible as to the variety of emotions it can possess...from love to hatred to jealousy to compassion to pride to humility to courage to fear to joy to grief and what not.I wish it were possible to stay alive and at the same time dissect one's own heart and see what it contains..what it goes through..what it feels..how it sees things.I wish i could experience what it felt like being a heart..being broken..being loved..being shattered..being ressurected and so on.
Vile a sinner as I
The hearing and my trial
Alone I am condemned

I killed a man
I sent him to his death
I shouted a shout to end his life

Buried him in dirt
Sealed him in a tomb
Wounded for my name

It is my sin to blame

In that hole is the way
In that grave is the truth
Buried is the life eternal

Champion of death
Victory in the grave
This man is my only hope

The power within him
Indescribable life to win
The way the truth the life

In Him is life eternal
From the grave he bore life eternal
Ressurected he gives life eternal


His name is YHWY
His name is EL Shaddai
His name is Jesus Christ my Lord and Savior

Convicted in my place
Crucified for my shame
Guilty as charged was I
Thank you Jesus for your way
9
staring at the moon a wolf dressed in drag
sputtered out coughs in vain
when he hustled away the rain away
with bitter sentiments + cooling breezes
insects skitter blac the town  
human is old and slowly leaving
ressurected a god
Stevie Ray Sep 2014
Even though I dislike you.
To be judgemental would just be hypocrit
and contradicting.
So I don't condemn you, my young brother.
I should apologize, I should drop to my knees
bow my head in front of you, in utter defeat.
For I feel partly responsible, you started walking the same path as me.
Wearing the same armor, shield, sword  and unwavering willpower
obtained through sheer loyalty.
The White Knight gallops proudly on his Steed.
And I discarded my weaponry.
Dropped the shield that weighs oh so heavily.
My silver sword turned to Red Gold
stained with the pain of those  I slayed
Who at the time stood in my way.
Even though they were beside me.
Their ghosts and thoughts lingered behind me.
Forever having my back and heart regardless of me stabbing theirs.
That sword now rests proudly inside my heart
and never more will it be stained in their blood.
I'll carry it proudly for it is engraved with thoughts
A testimony of their faith and love.
Now those ghosts from the past
are ressurected again.
And for that I am truly blessed my friend.

You're walking down the path and experience how the story unfolds.
But I just finished writing the book.
This Song of Life is stuck on repeat.
Paul Donnell Apr 2018
Wip
I am in love with something that can never really be met.
Shes always standing just where the horizon falls into forever. Riding the sun solemnly down and then laughing as she rises with the moon.

She tourtures me in every idle moment. Calling my name and whispering promises of all the wonderous things hidden underneath silk and paper maps

A moth to a flame, I am burned and turned to ash and the Gods have seen fit that i am ressurected everytime and everytime i am filled with greater passion for her.

She has led me across grassy hills that morph in the breeze, unfocusing my eyes and showing me dreams.
through caves and cold creeks, long highways and longer nights.
I gained a little weight
Started being neat
More straight and sophisticated
I grew hair  on my legs
I drew beautiful words across my chest
Started being open
The dark thoughts in my mind transformed to songs
And those were melodies I couldn't stop

I started wearing make up
More facebeats
I wore white regularly
I tried to change, tried to be straight and plain
I abstained from mirrors hoping to see my reflection in your eyes or maybe you'd best define me and judge me as my mirror

Did you know that I dreamt of being in your arms
And that I tried searching for you amongst the starts but I guess you're more than just one of the galaxies

I grew fiercely loyal
Started sitting like I was royal
Captivated by your love
You activated my heart and decided to run
And in that way I felt disregarded

I was oftenly disturbed by my curious thoughts
So I constantly traveled to a world I call my own

When I saw you with her
I closed my eyes and cleared my thoughts
I held my breathe and bit my tongue
I died
I ressurected, saw the devel himself
Came back
Caged myself into the world of the unknown far from anyone else

At that time my heart was shattered and crumbled into pieces
Not to mention my mind that was scattered and troubled
But I tried to change
Went out of my comfort zone to satisfy you
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But am i that girlfriend who feels intimidated by hoes

I clear my mind
I rewind
I see you and I
And redefine love

So I realized that its from your eyes I learned to love
And I am nothing but a victim of your love
ZACK GRAM May 2019
1 THOUSAND TRILLION
2 CHOICES LIFE OR DEATH
COLD WAR BIBLE CREATION
2 CHOICES HEAVEN OR HELL
SCOPOLOMINE SMOKE BOMBS
I HAVE BEEN RESSURECTED
ERASED RE-WRITTEN HISTORY
WETHER YOU BELIEVE
BIRTH FROM A PYRAMID
IT HAS BEEN WRITTEN
GOD IS ON EARTH
ME AN MY KIN
THE LORD IS ALIVE
ONE OF A KIND
1 KING UNDER 1 RULE
ONE BODY SOUL AN MIND
AFRAID OF THE TRUTH
TELECONETIC TELEPATHIC INVINCIBLE
BEFORE THIS LIFETIME THERE WAS NOTHING
EVER LASTING UNSTOPPABLE INEVITABLE
MY BLOOD FROM ANOTHER EXISTENCE
CHOOSE LIFE CHOOSE TO LIVE
ALIENS ARE REAL THEY'RE BREEDING ME
CHOOSE HEAVEN CHOOSE PEACE

all thse visions
so many so complex
nights alone
in heavy meditation
on heavy medication
those first words
so special so sweet
days fighting
id give my life
no
id end all life
yes
free in the name of the father presented from the flame of existence- will struggle but wont give
i see it clear there is an end
with the push of a button
in a tux or in the sky
on my word
RISE-MAN RISE-WOMAN
RISE
IM HERE YOU ARE SAFE
SLEEP SOUND.......
THE BEGINNING
Sk Abdul Aziz Nov 2020
A kingdom of sadness
Leading to madness
A broken heart
Destined to fail from the start
I try and fight
But fail to see any light
There seems to be only darkness and despair
My life is broken..sometimes I think it's beyond repair
Someone told me to not lose hope
He told me life wouldn't leave me hanging and would surely offer me a rope
But I realized later that person was me who was giving myself false motivation
When it was quite clear that I was too far gone on the path to self-destruction
The war against my demons has worn itself out
I'm freefalling into an abyss of darkness without a doubt
Can I be rescued?
Will I be ressurected?
Perhaps revived?
May be loved?
I don't know
So for the remainder of my life..I guess I'll pretend to smile and put on a false show
And truth be told I've been doing this for many years
Putting on a mask...When in reality I've been basically forming a strong and deep bond with my tears
Dear loneliness... Can't you see???
You and I...we were meant to be
Vuyiwe Sep 2020
Her mind resurrected
And reclaimed it's reign over her kingdom
After all the stones,
Who knew a pebble would free the heart?

Her majesty rose,
All the seas went calm and bowed
The parting of the seas felt between her ribs
Tardily and gracefully strolling
Every step  ground shaking
And finally she stood before her throne
Wore her crown and raised her sceptre
And to all it was known,
The Queen had ressurected
So this is basically about a woman regaining her common sense, finally her mind rises to think as the heart had been doing the job for too long
HOPE May 2020
It still feel like yesterday,
when I held you in my arms,
and never wanted to let you go
You were mine, I was yours
Till thee wheel falls off,
and Forever and always

The scariest Beast, unexpected came,
came like rushing mighty wind,
and took you without saying goodbye
I moan and groan till I fail to stand on my own,
just like the lilies I withered,
and half of thy heart never ressurected from thy odeal
I felt the wreath of its anger,
but never with disconnection of saying GOODNIGHT
Twizzle48 Oct 5
ANOTHER VISION

It was just the bright blaze of light
Blinding, between wooden blinds
That suddenly gave me inspiration
After only a moment of hesitation
Ressurected memories of all kinds
Of that angelic figure, all in white

Spirit beings aren’t normal things
Why this image, I really can’t tell
Perhaps it’s an icon of redemption
Or hope for a timely intervention
Even some magic that casts a spell
Yet I sense the peace it now brings

Some think it might be a revelation
Such that I’ll gain an understanding
Of who I am, and what is yet to be
But is it a mere daydream or reality
Or are my perspectives expanding
Yet know that it was no invocation

I suspect it’s sunlight playing tricks
Such images, they do come and go
Yet certainly is a sight worth seeing
What looked like an ethereal being
I don’t deserve such a visit, I know
Maybe I’m overdue for my daily fix

— The End —