Best Constantly Poems

MONSTER

Shackles nor chains, can't change what it is.....
Never was it, the one hiding under the bed, 
It was me, tired of it getting inside my...

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Life is not as sweet as a bowl of golden glace cherries,
nor is there a golden illuminated future for a fruitless mind.
Trembling hands and gritted...

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seasons keep m o v i n g 
 and s w i r l i n g
memories keep f l o w i n...

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Magical moonbeams
Sparkling like silver
On an inky sea
I watch them dancing
Captivatingly

 
Bright mystic moon
Shining each night
Waxes and wanes
Controlling tides

Silver orb
Shines above
constantly

I love
A clear

Night

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Haunted by the death of dreams 
and slaughtering of innocence 
but too afraid to dig up the bones 
and examine our own mistakes, 
we bury...

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I was a successful, scientific explorer, traveling to the remote, distant lands,
Bettering noble lives of many, like budding, green spring which understands.

And every day held...

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This is what it feels like to have your heart racing 
and not knowing when or if it will ever slow down.
Your fatigued body can...

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(WARNING  SIGNS)

You are old and fragile
Claiming to be a lion when in bed
In some way, you remind me of the walking dead
Your bones make...

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Sub-titled: What’s in YOUR Fridge?

Please allow me to introduce myself:
My name is Ms. Fridge A. Daire
I stand tall among my lesser cohorts
and MOST of them...

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His smile is like a white crescent,
but a murky sky is hidden inside.

Afraid to portray mourning's of his mind
nor describe sour sickness of his tongue.
Piercing...

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Had Hoped to Find

While searching, seemed so hard to tell,
Which would be our most favorite shell; 
Had to constantly, consistently compare,
As they laid on seashore...

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To my enemies,
cloaked in t w i n k l i n g topaz~
I’ve become immune 
to your illusive m a n t r a...

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When silver waves of crystalline crescent
     emanate rhapsodies glazed in
        Jupiter light.. reflections
 ...

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If truth had a color,
when twilight bleeds 
burgundy rivers,
you’ll find these garnet 
eyes pleading
to be heard through 
poetic sunsets. 
For I’ve been swirling 
and twirling
through...

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And so it is, that both the Devil and the angelic Spirit present us with objects of desire to awaken our power of choice. There...

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