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Best Poems Written by Syd Floyd

Below are the all-time best Syd Floyd poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Hypnos

Sleep has become a thing of fear,
the Darkness is so frightening here.
Uncertainty creeps over me-
am I awake, or still asleep?
Do I exist just in a dreaam?
Sleeping makes me want to scream.
No longer does it bring me rest,
to me, it is to much like death.
My soul's unsure as what is real,
a terrifying, dark Ordeal.
On sleep I unleash a Coup de Grace,
Inducing my Insomnia.

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Rose

Love, Hate, Life, Death,
The Rose is all of them enmeshed.
The blossom of Admiration grows,
As do the hateful thorns of Rose.
Accompanied by Spring in Life,
It follows the casket in death and strife.

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Vision of the Absurd

What is this fell beast, whose image swarms within my head?
An interloper, psychopomp, who gazes with the dead?
Swarming visions of the dark, Shades advance through Asphodel,
Silently shambling with minds dulled, no more secrets left to tell.
What can we look for in the light of tainted stars?
Looking for enlightened signs of blessed seminars
when there is nothing in this darkened sky to love us.
Gazing at the eternal cold expanse above us
and realizing, once more, with awe and dread,
the insignificance of everything that's bred.
With existential certainty on the long road ashore,
and nihilistic impulses screaming yet for more,
the road we walk can seem an endless nightmare.

but fear not, for fear has died
die gently, having never cried
see the world for what it was
embrace the world for what it is

Time and tide, shifting sands in the hourglass of time
swift approaching that climactic final climb.
Transcendental thoughts disorganize into the void that is eternity
and find peace in the emptiness of our existence.

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Silence

Seeking all we wish to find,
inversion of our blackened mind.
living in a world of sound,
endless noise is ever found.
never finding in our mind,
calming darkness of the sound,
empty of corrupting sound.

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Limericks On Things I Find Funny

there was a young lad name of squee
whose friend was a teddy named shmee
his neighbor crazy
his mother was hazy
his father just hated that squee

there was a man named jhonny c.
who went on a murderous spree
he often spoke scary
and felt he should carry
the burden of befriending squee

zim is an "invader" from irk
whose completely obsessed with his work
he also is crazy
his robot is CRAZY
i'm happy it's back on t.v.

please don't sue me

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Within the Soul

words are wasted on the wise
drowned in light within our eyes
upward bound we find our lives
downward spiral does deprive
searching within for signs of hope
we find inside we cannot cope
lost inside our minds we find
darkness comes, we're going blind
hope never found inside our head
we find encroaching darkness there instead

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Deus Ex Machina

god, made in mans illusion
our egocentric minds create
deities of grand delusion
or of demonizing enemies
up before we find our cause
totalitarian reign of gods
or democratic masochists
finding naught but disappointment
together bound somnambulists
heretical self rightousness
ever bring faithful relief
machinations or delusions
always shifting to belief
crusading fanatics, blindly follow
him with nothing more to gain
i have forsaken you
never to find faith again
every time we need a monster

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Sanctity of Night

We are creatures of the Night,
imprisoned, dreaming, in the Day
yielding to the murderous light
trapped within our cell we stay
crying out we scream in fear,
sobbing dryly, disappear
while eternity is joyful never,
terror reigns on us forever
hypnoteric counter-minds
falling ever on the blind
kill the person, kill the now
kill ideas, you murder hope
with destruction we're endowed
ever growing in its scope

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Dead and Dreaming

out of mind, out of sight,
dance eternally in the night.
ever catching, ever dying,
ever breathing, ever crying.
stop the world, cease to breathe,
burn the cancer and disease.
searching for unholy light
in the sanctity of night.
dead, searching, sleeping, dreaming
all eclipsed, a sight unseeming,
bathed within his holy light,
a mockery, and endless blight.
lying peacefully in your slumber,
coldly, swiftly, going under
till the day we reach the deep
awakening from eternal sleep

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Beauty

Touching the divine
Immersed in the Aesthetic
Finding beauty in Simplicity
and a true Wonder in Functionality

to gaze upon true beauty
is to see the Glory within
in lieu of superficial pleasure
free of virtue, free of sin