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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
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Hannah Gaines Apr 2016
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.
Julia Martin Jul 2018
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.
Babu kandula Jun 2014
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
Caroline W Mar 2018
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
Gourab Mukherjee Aug 2016
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.
Prepared for the crossover I'll EPMD ya send ya wacks back to ya vender even made the spirits surrender
To my purple force energies i corpse from.the hidden source melanin ignited to those who fight it?
Ya can't win against a Gods against all odds sinister as Todd
Sendin' phonies to the General Hospital then spit hot led at you til you faced to enter a blue-
R side homicide split mentality like Jekyll and Hyde no where your *** can hide from my nines thatll slide I was banned from the degrees of death from takin' Michael the Arch'Angels reps though I crept
In  darkness manifested the darkest desires set on fire never gone retire even if my life expire clench the threads of ya brain migraine made from my lyrical barbed wire once my chakras transpire Ill have girl singing than Mariah Carey I'm scary when the shot gun shells exposed you'll get buried
I'm front line like VIP sold plaques in the millies dribble through the industry like A.I. did in Philly somebody hold me?
Naw my defense is too strong knock down ya plains and domains like King Kong word is bond

Glocks blockin' ya blood like Mutumbo known to be a dumbo cuz I go loco with the chrome pistols extra clips for extra ***** my flows is lit more
Brighter than a Northern Star from a galaxy afar upon a time in the dark I was made from a spark in the heart of a human being put on the this strainful earth now I'm seeing
The world for what it really is **** my kids stuck in this bid
Til they life'd out I doubt most will get it critics overbidded & overdid it my rhymes got ya mind splitted
Harder than a wax of an axe from a lumberjack toupes  get crack as I up my racks spittin' major facts critics who attack
Get a verbal beatin' til they flat on their back I my brothers keepers smoke ya like Nino attitude Don Vito from Htown to Rio break the matrix like Neo enter into another realm so
Don't disturb or else ya brains well be on the side of the curb leave no witnesses my flows the sickest forever bliss suckas take swing at my pitch and miss breakin' ya wrist tryna hold up to my heavyweight status of a  Titan can't hang with raw and ripin' step down no need for bribin'
Cuz ain't none survivin'
Nargis Parveen Jul 2019
It's now winter on calendar,
But everything seems springlike wonder.
Horizon looks like beautiful lady,
So pleasurable astonishing colorful gaudy.

Am I in a faint?
Or is it a magic paint?
What happened to me?
I feel like flying bumble bee.

The blue bird is behind the things,
Only for his love my heart sings.
Stars are eager to make me charming,
Riding on light's wing happiness is coming.

Comet appeared with its broom tail,
Seeing comet, grief set sad sail.
But the sail splitted by strong wind,
The evening star smiled spreading her mind.

I dream and dream standing on shore,
And wrote letter to him from heart's core.
Will he understand my letter?
Loving him, my heart tunes like guiter.
Mahdi Akhloumadi Dec 2021
The venture womb of nothingness,
Is the temple,
where the child dwells.
Or on the eclipse side;
The frozen coating,
Of the mirrors;
The place where,
Reflection rises,
Unity borns,
And the Sun is splitted into two.
Or in echos of his dialogues,
With the blade airfoils of a fan.

Crawls in inches, scratches and fringes,
In shadows and in solitude.

With his lips and nose,
And his abdominal breathing,
He ceases the world,
Into the rhymes and dreams.

lives on the lustrous lotus,
And with his gazing diamond eyes,
or ultra violet screams,
Tears everything apart.


The child chills out,
In abondened Chernobyl,
With radioactive toys.

The child easily leaves behind,
The kingdome of earth and heaven.

Child is in solitude, and in plenitude,
Self-sufficiently plays
with Legos,
Or dominos,
Or what ever,
Moves time and space.

Dwells in the venture womb of nothingness,
And flies
above the fences,
To nebulas and supernovas.

— The End —