Silent One Poet Rhyme

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Poetry Is the Remedy

i life
Reflections in the mirror increase resentment.
Tarnished heart pursues vengeful contentment
Disillusioned, you hide in fictitious make believe,
possessed by demons who purblind and deceive.
In your bogus twisted fabricated state of mind,
answers to your questions you shall never find.
Your fraudulent mask poses, deceptively concocted,
mocking with a grim masquerade you have adopted.

ii death
As your heart blackens with the absence of light,
Lucifer summons you closer, to his sheer delight.
Loved ones cannot save you from hell's burning heat,
there's nothing behind you but shadows of deceit.
Now that your toxic nature has begun to expire,
you can no longer suck energy like a vampire.
Nobody cares to listen to your forged confession.
There is only joy in the absence of your aggression.

iii after life
Pain like hungry howling wolves irritates skin deep.
After all this time, why do you sabotage my sleep?
Am I cursed that I see your silhouette in my dreams,
I'm struggling to ignore your torrid smouldering screams.
Why continue to haunt me like a vicious viper?
Firing shells of cyanide like a silent sniper.

iv remedy for change
I'm fortunate that my quill has become my shield,
for every wound, poetry is my remedy to be healed.
My ink is my saviour, bursting through my vein,
a catharsis for peace, as from hate I abstain.

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Sara Kendrick November 17, 2023 at 2:26 PM Interesting thoughts penned in this winner. Way to go. Congratulations. Sara K

Christopher Flaherty November 8, 2023 at 4:58 PM The Bird that has had their Feather lost In order for you to be enabled to use And recycle it into a quill Kneb fully drenched and dabbed Deep into a poetic ink well A Bird would surely happily give it's life for As in its death it will soar higher than it in life it ever flew before For Cure

Joe Maverick October 29, 2023 at 10:04 AM What a helpful write S I.' very thought enhancing Indeed I found.. it very worthwhile reading.' God bless you.'

Paula Goldsmith October 29, 2023 at 8:20 AM A wonderful/yet sad/yet true write. Your "remedy for change" lines says it all. A blessed day to you............

Sotto Poet October 28, 2023 at 12:09 PM Dear friend SO, I enjoy how your poetry takes us as it makes us float in its metaphors. Your poetry is not only brilliantly constructed, but also evocative and infused with a tangible air of mystery, leaving me in awe of your incredible gift. When you're feeling down, poetry may be a lifeline, just as it was for me.

The Aura Rhymes October 28, 2023 at 2:16 AM Why do you always write about death . It’s so sad . But you have written so well … keep it up Silent One October 28, 2023 at 2:57 AM It is not about my death lol.. death of someone else can change you as a person..

Victor Buhagiar October 28, 2023 at 1:39 AM You find a solution in poetry when under attack of satanic depression. There are other ways, but poetry is definitely an outlet for sadness. Great poetry. Blessings.

Ink Empress October 28, 2023 at 1:36 AM Whoa this is beautiful silent one! So well written! And I absolutely love the rhymes in this too and depth of this! I can resonate with your lines so very strongly as alway, and thats the power of your poetic prowess! “ Am I cursed that I see your silhouette in my dreams” i think somethings in life would haunt us even after and beyond! “ I'm fortunate that my quill has become my shield” same! I feel like every line in this speaks to my soul! And i can pick and elaborate on every word youve woven Ink Empress October 28, 2023 at 1:38 AM For theres depth in every stanza. And the way you’ve numbered them to give a clear idea of where thoughts are in every stanza is beyond clever of you! Sometimes i run out of words to describe how i feel reading poems like this that arent just eloquently delivered but are evocative and emanates so much! Because ink is also my savior, despite so many shades of life and more! Goodluck for the contest! You’ve once again nailed it! Fave for me

Susan Manley October 28, 2023 at 1:15 AM The pen is a door, and a vehicle its a microscope or a telescope you can get in close which may make you merose or back off and take a distant view and gain a new vista too. And sometimes the secret ingredient is simply time. ( your poem takes me on a journey and I always want to add my own side passages. :D