"splitted" poems - Hello Poetry

Tell the moon not to complain, go to the sun and leave a note, We are not a broken piece of poetry campaigning for love and affections, we are crystals, lest you forget! clear rays penetrating into hearts and souls of humans that seek to make themselves gods into godhood. we are not grasshoppers to be chopped by a lazy legs printing a falseful legacy. We are the elephants of the forest of wealth. Never slaughter the thought of our lives We are the breath of humans & fire searching for what brewed within men. We are poems inked with tears and sweat But those tears are of our bravery, &sweat, a joyful noise made by the skin for celebration of our kind. We ****** hope in the palms of children, yet filled with love and its synonyms. Our lives are the poets who rhymed & colour the sweet lyric they were made to be. We are the boy children, the hope; least you forget. The moon of tomorrow, The sun on faces of a beaming girl The stars carved on the smile of the sky, We are boys whose shadows recreate We are boys whose palms are route of greatness & roadtrip of principles. praise singers in the slippery wet floor, nightingales singing lullabies, bread feeding all mouth to satisfaction When heronic names are carved look and see ours rightly placed. we are braver than earth we can pull it up and down like a tree. we are the reptiles that wriggle down the hill of success and roar like a beast in a beautiful pail palm of dreams. our fathers' tattered sins could not hold us down, our mother's splitted fire guides our course of life! We are the boys of tomorrow , the warriors of words hyping the hashtag of praises. who has seen us has seen light, He who behold us has nothing to fear. We are mountains in praise of hope we are oceans of mysteries and hidden treasures. Have our words and actions in your words for we are time bomb against failure. BOYCHILD, the sun that glows on every face that needs help. ©John Chizoba Vincent From_ A_Pen_Refusing_Frustration.

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Apr 8, 2018

Apr 8, 2018 at 1:42 PM UTC

john-chizoba-vincent

lest We Forget The BoyChild

Tell the moon not to complain, go to the sun and leave a note, We are not a broken piece of poetry campaigning for love and affections, we are crystals, lest you forget! clear rays penetrating into hearts and souls of humans that seek to make themselves gods into godhood. we are not grasshoppers to be chopped by a lazy legs printing a falseful legacy. We are the elephants of the forest of wealth. Never slaughter the thought of our lives We are the breath of humans & fire searching for what brewed within men. We are poems inked with tears and sweat But those tears are of our bravery, &sweat, a joyful noise made by the skin for celebration of our kind. We ****** hope in the palms of children, yet filled with love and its synonyms. Our lives are the poets who rhymed & colour the sweet lyric they were made to be. We are the boy children, the hope; least you forget. The moon of tomorrow, The sun on faces of a beaming girl The stars carved on the smile of the sky, We are boys whose shadows recreate We are boys whose palms are route of greatness & roadtrip of principles. praise singers in the slippery wet floor, nightingales singing lullabies, bread feeding all mouth to satisfaction When heronic names are carved look and see ours rightly placed. we are braver than earth we can pull it up and down like a tree. we are the reptiles that wriggle down the hill of success and roar like a beast in a beautiful pail palm of dreams. our fathers' tattered sins could not hold us down, our mother's splitted fire guides our course of life! We are the boys of tomorrow , the warriors of words hyping the hashtag of praises. who has seen us has seen light, He who behold us has nothing to fear. We are mountains in praise of hope we are oceans of mysteries and hidden treasures. Have our words and actions in your words for we are time bomb against failure. BOYCHILD, the sun that glows on every face that needs help. ©John Chizoba Vincent From_ A_Pen_Refusing_Frustration.

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*One there was a girl, She was as happy as the sun, Until one day the girl's heart fell, Now you must be wondering what happened to this poor ray of fun. She soon realized what her father what he really was, He was a liar and a ******* The father splitted the girl's wonderland in half, And her heart never beated the same. You may see her as the Mad Hatter, For her two personalities, Or you may see her as the dear Alice, Either way, she doesn't care. One day she'll leave everyone, And she'll go to her Wonderland, To be with her friend and be loved by anyone, She'll be the fairest of the land.*

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Apr 14, 2016

Apr 14, 2016 at 11:06 AM UTC

hannah-gaines

Broken Wonderland

*One there was a girl, She was as happy as the sun, Until one day the girl's heart fell, Now you must be wondering what happened to this poor ray of fun. She soon realized what her father what he really was, He was a liar and a ******* The father splitted the girl's wonderland in half, And her heart never beated the same. You may see her as the Mad Hatter, For her two personalities, Or you may see her as the dear Alice, Either way, she doesn't care. One day she'll leave everyone, And she'll go to her Wonderland, To be with her friend and be loved by anyone, She'll be the fairest of the land.*

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he was the one he had the cosmics in his eyes and magic in his touch he smiled when he sighed and his hands were a little rough he was beautiful in a way that it was a secret to those who knew him and it was a privelege to say that I know everything he was the one who had me running and hoping and praying to my phone nervous and axious that he'd laugh at my stupid jokes he was the one who saw me with no makeup on and stayed up sleepy talkin' bout crazy things til' dawn he was the one who ripped me sore with betrayal of a different shade of lipstick on his stained white collar he was the one who stitched me back with fake apologies and since it wasn't quite genuine I had splitted at the seams he was the one who made me understand the heart of the silly, pathetic girls I used to scoff at he was the one who taught me greed that sometimes people want more than they need he was the one he was.

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Jul 14, 2018

Jul 14, 2018 at 10:34 AM UTC

felonyharlem

he was

he was the one he had the cosmics in his eyes and magic in his touch he smiled when he sighed and his hands were a little rough he was beautiful in a way that it was a secret to those who knew him and it was a privelege to say that I know everything he was the one who had me running and hoping and praying to my phone nervous and axious that he'd laugh at my stupid jokes he was the one who saw me with no makeup on and stayed up sleepy talkin' bout crazy things til' dawn he was the one who ripped me sore with betrayal of a different shade of lipstick on his stained white collar he was the one who stitched me back with fake apologies and since it wasn't quite genuine I had splitted at the seams he was the one who made me understand the heart of the silly, pathetic girls I used to scoff at he was the one who taught me greed that sometimes people want more than they need he was the one he was.

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I don't wanna Give up this time God has given me Chances But I am shy To talk with my Goddess of Love May be I am a sinner Or may I splitted couples If not why this happens to me I cannot put a step forward And even look into her eyes What's wrong with me I am searching for an answer Like a scientist in a research lab

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Jun 2, 2014

Jun 2, 2014 at 7:58 PM UTC

Babu-kandula

479. Arduous to give up

I don't wanna Give up this time God has given me Chances But I am shy To talk with my Goddess of Love May be I am a sinner Or may I splitted couples If not why this happens to me I cannot put a step forward And even look into her eyes What's wrong with me I am searching for an answer Like a scientist in a research lab

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So much faces but the same eyes? So different from one second to the next? Like clockwork at the day, like a storm of chaos at the night, like a sister at best friends side, like a warrior to the rest of the world? To hard to be the girl to love? Understand that much, that ya need to love you? I'm sorry.. it's me - It's what i am ,or what we where.. 'cause i was more than one.. broken as child, grown in pieces, splitted by pain, reforged to one.. ...but ever stay what i am.. ..a guardian angel with a soul like a prism

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Mar 8, 2018

Mar 8, 2018 at 1:11 AM UTC

CaraSnow

Prismsoul

So much faces but the same eyes? So different from one second to the next? Like clockwork at the day, like a storm of chaos at the night, like a sister at best friends side, like a warrior to the rest of the world? To hard to be the girl to love? Understand that much, that ya need to love you? I'm sorry.. it's me - It's what i am ,or what we where.. 'cause i was more than one.. broken as child, grown in pieces, splitted by pain, reforged to one.. ...but ever stay what i am.. ..a guardian angel with a soul like a prism

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A sole body Hair splitted An aimless vagabond face smeared with ash shadows deeply prevail marked as a vanquished anguish Tears that fall downstream touches her every despaired ***** With her very passionate words Oh! words she said, That collided horrifyingly in the amidst of a pandemonium. Her pair of sore ***** encored that lay attached to her soul pheromones muttered, it echoed in the minds of lust; yet alive in her dreams knots tied to a field of scorn still she dreams, Dream for freedom.

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Aug 26, 2016

Aug 26, 2016 at 12:10 AM UTC

gourab-mukherjee

"Dream for freedom"

A sole body Hair splitted An aimless vagabond face smeared with ash shadows deeply prevail marked as a vanquished anguish Tears that fall downstream touches her every despaired ***** With her very passionate words Oh! words she said, That collided horrifyingly in the amidst of a pandemonium. Her pair of sore ***** encored that lay attached to her soul pheromones muttered, it echoed in the minds of lust; yet alive in her dreams knots tied to a field of scorn still she dreams, Dream for freedom.

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