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Best Poems Written by Nevis Devulyte

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Fatal Imagination

Dark slay, dull darkness, sometimes reveals in any mind
No wonder it narrows the interior of creativity, that is hard to find
It beats and stones the remark ability of colors, brightness, and charm
They call it being stuck, stopped, and filled with harm
Thus, the end of the battle of blankness and flourishing, pours ideas
Into a never ending hole
Fatality following imagination is it's ugly role

Another damming event of stillness in the head, ruins the process 
Of words to get inspired from what's creatively read
When uninspired letters are placed, the creative and true ones are being 
Attacked and chased by the enemies who don't accept brilliant in art and writing

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Fear the Barrack

Red ,dark barracks,is where fight meet
Can you stand in spite of retreat?
You can't see the youngster near the
Monster,thus his power on the mighty
Tower
When they go out of fear,they still
Need the use of gear,so
When the time comes,life will
One day be like drums
The barracks are a station of will,
And the act of drill
From that comes the conclusion ,the
Fact of a barrack

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Opponent

A sharp, nifty sword and blade, looked as if it was carefully made
Thick, pointy, silver and shiny, brimmed to not look that tiny
Only delicate hands can not handle it good, a remark that the sword finds rude

When picked and raised to the air, the blade finds an opponent that seems quite fair
The opponent, eyes timid like a snake, made the blade feel this was a bad sake
The other swords handler showed a nasty grin, looking glum, thin and raspy

His mouth shut, resembling the appearance of a grown up mutt
His teeth not shown, otherwise bundles of leaking foam would appear, along with his disgusting sneer
The sword and blade, handled by his master, found no pleasure in making a fight, he just wanted things to go more faster

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Ending Play

Dark, brown, heavy spots lay on a plant this very day, it gives the signal of ending play
For a while no light sun, will rest itself and watch others have fun
While cold, slick, moisture, and pressure of cold, makes it good for growing mold

A time when weather barely has rhyme, a sense that something isn't that fine
So the plant bows down, unluckily not under someone's gown
It feels rigid, but doesn't shake, an act that others call not possible and fake
The plant waits for a chance, being free, though now the eye couldn't really see

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A Fire In My Throat

A fire in my throat wanted to drown my boat,
But what besides my arm can cause some harm?
A bolt in my heart tried to mess up my chart, though
What besides my chest can't make something rest?

A saw in my foot destroyed my boot, but it is no match
To my Uncle's act of loot
A burn in my spine really isn't fine, but what besides
My hind sadly can't be find?
Although nothing as much as a rash in the face, can 
Chase stuff opposite to haste

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Pain

I felt a painful blain, during the feverish slackening of repeating rain
The pain far worse than a usual swell, reminds me how it rains in hell
If the drops could not perish from their comfort zone, my wound would want to make a moan

More than a red mark; as the rain continues, I felt my wound hit by a spark
The pain goes on like a wheel cart, only stopped when it loses its spiel
I wished the hectic drops would retreat, one step to become a memorable defeat

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Mathew

Curly, brown hair and glasses on
Came upon Mathews good hum
Barely had leed, never had greed,
Thus little legs replace broken pegs

Both of his ears can hear coming spears,
Whereas he never went away from my really
Brilliant day
Continued to draw and paste, when he acted
With real haste

I never dared to plea, cause I see beneath
Me, Mathews great presence made everlasting
Sense