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Evil Rose Poems | Evil Poems About Rose
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A rose they grew with his feelings, warm,
His love, water, her love, the thorns,
Watering her rosy lips, he bled,
caressing her thorns, feelings she shed,
he bled, she shed, her lips were red,
he leaned, it seemed, a kiss now gleamed,
reaching for it, he advanced,
into her eyes, he failed to glance,
she grabbed a thorn, wanting to stab,
he kissed, she missed, he held her wrist,
told her how he loved that she exist,
She smiled, felt mild feelings storm,
while over time, his lust formed
into the deepest of the loves,
a dove she was, evil somehow,
he lay still, she grabbed a thorn,
he smiled, she smiled, he wasn't warned,
she broke his heart and flew away,
he thought 'let's write a poem today'
Copyright © Samay Raina | Year Posted 2015
If a poem or essay can end with a conclusion or its opposite, either one,
Can it be of any use to anyone?
Do the discrepancies and disparities, dualities and densities, reflect only
Of the bearer of the pencil?
First entertain, then enlighten if you can. One stretches truth in order to
another leavens with levity one’s inevitable end.
Most days it's not possible to bring your life into an expressible state.
arduous chores, word choices. And, of course, the state of the state.
Driven by ideas rather than rhymes, for it is not metres, but a
That makes a poem. Convenience store or university English
The day's arguments, down to the meaning of the weather, leave you
To share your heart of zero and your inner rose.
It is the strong force, the energy of the loved ones combined with
cooperation for good or war.
Dad's years in New Guinea fighting Japs, he said, were his best by far.
The best that can be said or done is Be where you are. Love the one
Not necessarily an adult of the opposite sex, perhaps just a kid who
And school, dresses goth, reads rarely but learns a lot from movies and
Has the presence of mind to say I am who I am, deal with it. That's who
I want to be
And have always been. Today clean the house, again. Woke up this
morning to two thoughts:
How sweet to be alive! Life is tough.
Copyright © Robert Ronnow | Year Posted 2015
I once heard and had myself a taste
The emptiness of hell is as vast as space
I entered the vortex trying to find
How to drive the demons from my mind
Like a snake I learned to shed my skin
Found the door to my soul and crawled on in
It was as hollow as hollow can be
Full of pain, despair and agony
Like an Eagle gliding upon the wind
I traveled back through my own sin
Through the darkness I could barely see
Twisted souls crying out to me
For but a second I thought of a funny thing
My soul is like a novel by Stephen King
Just when I thought I could take no more
At the end of my soul I found a door
With all of the courage that I could find
I opened the door and entered my mind
The door vanished and with no place to hide
I faced the horrors I found on the other side
As I entered my mind I was able to see
The demons on other side of my reality
They were evil little twisted runts
Like a thousand army ants on the hunt
They had talons, fangs and eyes like a cave
That reflected how darkness was all they crave
They had stingers they used like electronic sutures
As they were connecting my past directly to my future
With all the love in my heart and soul
Battling them became my only goal
At the end of the battle all bloody and sore
I came upon another door
I opened the door knowing I would die
But found myself at the back of my eye
All was suddenly clear to see
Like a movie playing in-front of me
At the bottom of my flask with eyes insane
The devil was blowing a clear blue flame
As he blew the flame the bubbles started to roll
Releasing the ghost into my soul
The smoke rose and then condensed
Into acidic demons that ate through the fence
Ate through the fence and entered my mind
Connecting my past and future to keep me blind
The purple smoke that escaped rose to a throne
And formed the purple genie who welcomed me home
Then a metamorphous occurred before my eyes
And the genie transformed into the "father of lies"
I could see in his eyes and his evil grin
He felt that I belonged to him
In that revelation it occurred to me
I ask of the Lord to "set me free"
I could taste the salt as I formed in a tear
Which ended my journey and all of my fear
As soon as that tear fell from my eye
What had been lost in the night was blue as the sky
It’s taken me years to write this rhyme
About one second I spent in my mind
A second that is clear to see
Released my soul for eternity
Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2008