Best Copywrite Poems
“Metallic skin"
I dont lotion anymore
Such acts would soften an amour now immune to abuse.
Its now 8'o clock and I can tell that mommy is already asleep.
I prepare a clean skin to be dumped in acts of unwanted desires.
A child's room to become the scene for subjected sin in sex!
My Innocents awaits to be taken once more, soon my Dora underwear will be torn off by a gentleman with the courtesy of secretly replacing them.
Swiper's car pulls up
A man of work, he stops not to say a thing, he pulls the door and creeps right in.
Right on schedule sir!
Yes sir!
Yes sir!
The soldiers on the television, I turned their voices up.
I sit in the corner, further away from him, I pressed my face into the arms of meeting walls, the spot where my tears kept me clean.
His five knives went jammed in my neck! I bit my lips causing my metallic skin to flick a tooth in the back of my head.
I swallowed it as my signature, approving this sentence.
Molten lava between my legs.
The friction scrapes me in and out!
Head held down, bowed to the name who sits on my family tree, I am green but he still picks me!
We are dogs, family on top of family, he did it horridly, a gentleman without hospitality.
He gave me something much bigger than me, pressure to the pipe,
it laid inside of me.
My reflection shows a prospective whore
Daddy what should I become a Lady of the night? For every night you open my little books to read me!
This red liquid drips me colourful, I paint a dead colouring book.
Daddy I am small but my tears are big, a million times I died in my own liquid.
I don't have a shadow anymore for I am not worthy to be seen.
My skin grows but I shrink, dreams died one stroke at a time. He smashed my metalic skin.
Now I am HIV “Aladeen" my curves curls up cursed touched by a related beast. I am done, I am drowned in my metalic skin.
©Copywrite
By: Ramone Young
Poetic System Kidz Entertainment.
Incineration of Love God Madan ( Cupid )
Three of Many
Originally written in Hindi by my late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
1899 to 1994
English version by Ravindra K Kapoor.
Prelude to this epic.
According to Indian mythology Madan the Love God or Cupid was asked to divert the attention of Lord Shiva*, the supreme God of Hindus, who was lost in deep meditation, so that Lord Shiva may be requested to help the Gods from the attacks of the demon supreme immortal Tarakasur. However, when Madan disturbed Him in meditation Shiva became too furious and opened His third eye. Madan the Cupid God got burnt by the fire of the anger of his third eye. This epic reveals many interesting incidents about this story later in this series…..
(Hindi Name) Madan Dahan
Passion had not attained,
Control over human life,
Serene Love then prevailing,
Was the ideal worship.
Gold had not blackened,
Mind and heart of humans,
Service of all was then,
Lives most glorious action.
Work of Brahma* the creator,
Was at the verge of completion,
Vishnu* the preserver of Universe,
Had created livelihoods for all.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 23rd April 2012
Protected under the copywrite provisions of Poetry Soup
Clarifications:
*Brahma- According to the Puranas, Brahma is self-born in the lotus flower. Another legend says that Brahma was born in water. A seed that later became the golden egg. From this golden egg.. The remaining materials of this golden egg expanded into the Brahman?a or Universe.
* Vishnu -Vishnu is the supreme God of Hinduism. It describes Vishnu as the All-Pervading essence of all beings, the master of—and beyond—the past, present and future, one who supports, sustains and governs the Universe and originates and develops all elements within. Vishnu governs the aspect of preservation and sustenance of the universe, so he is called "Preserver of the universe".
COPYWRITE 2014
MaryAnn Buchanan
OCTOBER SUNSET
We love the dying light;
The sudden nature of the golden day.
Then watch the weightless clouds
Cover covens of moody hills,
Startup burning colors and
Stalk the trees to smolder
Under a slow burn that glows
Tints and frames designer eyes.
Behold!
Watch it tuck its red heart
Into the cold ground.
Strange is it to me that we all grew up in the same Ghetto.
Yet, we can’t see it’s not the white man we are trying to beat?
Take a look around you and tell me if you see what I see...
No white man, broke that glass in your street?
No white man, made that brother drink?
No white man, made that brother steal your TV?
No white man, made that brother drop out of school?
No white man, made that brother put that gun to your head?
The picture I see, is so plain to me, It’s just you and me?
We’re the one’s turning this place into this Ghetto you see...
So, you tired of my ghetto and you wanna get out?
I think not, because your all too busy blaming the white man for all your faults.
copywrite@2003
With hurry-home drops running down her cheeks,
She wrapped her small, soft arms around my neck.
“Daddy, don’t go!” she begged me.
“Daddy, please don’t go!” she cried.
All I could do was hold her,
And try to keep my fear and pain inside.
I smiled, and kissed her soft, sweet cheeks,
“Now, don’t you cry, my little darling.
Daddy will be back real soon.
Every time you miss me, Sweetheart,
You just tell it to the Moon.
“Tell it to the Moon, baby girl,
And She’ll be sure to let me know.
I’ll send you back a loving message
In the light of Her golden glow.
“Tell it to the Moon, my darling,
And we’ll never really be apart,
Cause as we gaze at the full Moon together,
You’ll feel the love that’s in my heart.”
Tonight, as I sit alone on the side of this distant hill,
My cold weapon weighing heavy against my chest,
Thousands of miles away from those I love and miss,
I eagerly wait for the full moon again to rise
So I can send a message back, across the velvet skies.
“Send my love to my precious little girl.
She’s so lonely and deeply afraid.
Send my love to my beautiful and caring wife,
And remind her of the lasting love we’ve made.”
It won’t be long now, they tell me,
Until my tour over here is through.
I’ll hurry home to their waiting arms,
Just like I’ve always promised to.
Until that day, all I can do is pray,
And send my love on moonbeams bright.
When the Moon smiles down on their sleeping heads
I’ll thank God that He has held us safely
In His strong arms so tight.
With happy-home drops running down my cheeks,
I’ll quickly run into their waiting embraces.
With grateful tears and happy smiles,
There'll be no more sadness upon our faces,
I’ll raise my eyes to the softly glowing Moon,
Vowing never to leave them alone again.
I'll thank Her from the bottom of my heart
For being my constant and faithful friend.
Copywrite © Chula Fleming May 17, 2018
Wait as second that is not me
I think some azzhole stole my identity
Let me roll out the guns of policy
And break down the laws of wrath upon this fool that is cloning me
Wait and see.....
After I am through with you, you will be begging for mercy
Just like David did to Goliath
I will throw a stone and poke you eye out you stupid myth
Sis boom ba...feel like high school again all over
"No she didn't do that, she did not just steal my insecurity"
I will raise a flag to the whole school so they can side with me
And ruin the new ones attempt to bleed her soul so free
She can never be me, or at least I hope not, for again my insecurity
Is what is killing me.....maybe I should focus on other things grown ups can see
I guess high school is over, but I was the queen of the ball and this b&tch can
take her pen and fall
Change you name before you get banned....
I will set all against you like Gipetto controlled that wooded man
Dont you mess with the chosen one
For I am your Lord and will not allow you to be in my zone
It all comes down to insecurity....
Of which the laws of copywrite are completely wrapped around me
Valentine Attributes
Crusading dictations
Gathering together
Professing devotions
Arousing emotions
Holiday flourishing
Underlined greediness
Commercial dictated
Composing emotions
Weariness withstanding
Tirelessly pretending
Valentine’s forgotten
Closeted emotions
Copywrite @ Debra Squyres 2013
Writing inspired by Seren Roberts Three Syllable writing on the blog.
T. Hunt
Verse/intro: I remember you showed me that path,
When you paved the road for existence.
~Showed me all the cracked doors, broken escapes, and then the darkness.
I can barely remember the look in your eyes my demise I realized “deaths” upon us.
~So show me the way to ignite this fight let destiny control us.~ Inferno on fire like human desire it burns we perspire and it forgets us. So where does this lead I can’t see I can’t breathe I can’t speak I can’t eat I can’t….think.
Chorus: ~This fire in our lives just burns and burns I’ve seen the light and now this hurts. And through the night the devil lurks so light my bridge like fireworks and catch me in the middle…..~”ALL alone”
Verse 2 I’m searching for the black door “that’s unknown remembering the times when they closed. |~Forget about the painted rose the times I let my heart get cold. This is real. ~Stuck in the middle of life helplessly buried alive. This bridge is breaking my pride so somebody turn on a light. ~The darkness is flowing inside it’s almost if I was..To dive. Running and running while blind is like walking right out of your life.
Chorus:~ This fire in our lives just burns and burns I’ve seen the light and now this hurts.
And through the night the devil lurks so light my bridge like fireworks and catch me in the middle…..~”ALL alone”
~Alone __{reapeat 4x’s}___________
The lights turned on this bridge is long.
Side bar:P
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Tempo at 4/4 time
~=tempo change
All original
No copywrite nessasary.
Zaqqum
06/05/2011
Sweet and foul
Bitter and beastly
Look upon the ones that chose to eat me
Feathered millionaires gathered at my feet yearning for the biter treat
It's calling you will you answer
Will you kill your spouse for this meal
My belly it's full of hate as I hold in my bowels from the ache
Still I'm propelled to reep from the grit filled tree of sin
This tree is designed for the son of men
Adam will rise up again
Taking hold of a pummeled end cleaning the rinds
Holding it in
Oh great and mighty one please not this again
Tis what I wanted when I took up with sin
So I grab more fruit and I dig in.
Copywrite©ameaca2011
Careless desperation without a copywrite.
Dangerously displaying the pretty words we write.
Thoughts of dreams, thoughts of schemes we share so desperately.
Caution is ignored so that someone else can see.
The unknown future is cloaked in mystery.
As we sit here in the present, aware of history.
We walk alone into the night.
Knowing very well, we're not strong enough to fight.
What will be, is what will be.
I thank God he's watching over me.
Knowing I'm a gambler with every dime I've got.
What I've won so far is not alot.
I'm a big talker when theres no one to hear.
Quiet as a mouse when I'm full of fear.
It makes me angry, what my fellow man will do.
Stab you in the back, refuse to pay his due.
But here I sit continuing to write.
Never minding the unknown answers within sight.
Taking back the power that you can not steal.
Sharing with everybody, the way that I feel.
Hearsay on what love is today
Lives stretched thin for parchment paper bridges
Twice over crossed
Trampled, trodden, lost hearts in clouds
While rain was wringing out my hair
Let down my gaurd
Tasting peppermint Chard ment to
Cling to a tree until my help arrived
At mydestiney without you
Speak to me over shallow tones of flesh
Glistening nipples to nurse a drink as I sit
On this step and contest how much you don't know me
And him on a pendulum
Swaying choir sings at your wedding
To the kind of bleeding it out
With the Rugrats on a network of Carnies
Laughing at the man in the Emporers clothes
Worn tight hanging on to mornings light
Turned on then blown out
For renowned satisfaction
Due to your lack of actions
Speak louder than words
On a new world order
Signed on as the Natural Selection
Copywrite©Ameaca 2012
God … Is The Greatest Poet of All
God … Is The Greatest Poet
God, Speaks … And Leaves Us In Awe
… Astounded and Author-Devoted ! …
Yea … We are Humbled and Thunderstruck
and Sublimely Mesmerized
on His Sacred Utterances … We Have Drunk
like Raindrops of Soft-Mercy-Cries …
… While Angels, Sing in Quicksilver-Skies
Even His Son, is Called: ‘ The Word ’ and Wise ( John 1: 1 )
and Every Will and Syllable, and Vowel, Which Rise
… Begins, with Wondrous Words, ‘ He ’ Vocalized
And His Words, Are Strict-Forms and Bright-Joy-Colors
or Sometimes, Warnings in Stark Black and White
Yet … Articulated in Glorious Auras
from He, Who Called, The Darkness … Night ( Gen. 1: 5 )
from ‘ He ’, Who Said: ‘ Let There Be Light ’ ( Gen. 1: 3 )
‘ He ’, Who Orated, Birds in Sun-Flight
‘ He ’, Who Orated Sounds, So Right
Spoke Words, Worthy of ‘The Copywrite’ …
… Like, ‘ Let Us Make Man In Our Image ’ … ( Gen. 1: 26 )
… and Humans, have been Echoing, Ever Since
For His Words Are More Than Vintage
They Are Epitome of Love and Law-Sentence
… Yea … We Emerged from God’s Epiphany
We Should Recite, What He Spoke First
in Such Beauteous, Lilting-Poetry …
… God, Spoke Forth ‘ The Universe ’ ! … ( Gen. 1: 1 )
… Called, The Dry Land, Earth ( Gen. 1: 10 )
Called, The Waters … Seas ( Gen. 1: 10 )
Pronounced Eve, Mother of Birth ( Gen. 3: 16 )
(tho’ She Stole at Speech-Trees) ( Gen. 3: 6, 13 )
Yea … God Called Forth, Flashes and Flowers
and The Breath of Life and Swarms of Honey-Bees
And with Dynamic, Inspiration Power ! …
God … Even Called Forth … me
… and You, and You, and Your Voice Too ! ( John 3: 16 & John 10: 16 )
And Refreshing-Dew and Dawns, Brand-New
And The Rare-Edition – Chosen Few ( Matt. 7: 14 & Matt. 22: 14 )
… Each Bound-Volume, Ringing, Amen-True ! ( Rev. 14: 5 )
Yea … God, Is The Greatest Poet of Them All !
So, Let Us Catch Each Poem-Pearl, in Free-Fall
and Collect Them and Gather Graciously, as They Call
to Conjugate and Climb O’er, Deaf-Mute-Stanza Walls
… to Applaud, The Greatest Poet, Ever and All …
Counterbalancing Self
I found her in absent withdrawal
A study of confusion and nerves
Countermanding the calm exterior
Presented to face the day
Hand applied radiance
Giving her face a glow
While the eyes struggled
To balance minds overflow
I heard her in a sing song voice
greeting others beginning their day
Years of tutelage shoving forward
Presented to face the day
The rhythm a mishmash
Of blues and skipped beats
While feet moved ever forward
Sturdy, ever denying defeat.
I saw her in bits and pieces
When I, myself, had hit a wall
Mirrored glances chased my vision
Presented to face the day
I watched her stumble
Yet never quite fall
And wished for her balance
So I, too, could stand tall
Copywrite@ Debra Squyres
All rights reserved
THE HAWK
I feel so blessed when I see him soar
High above in the cloud-filled sky
And free
I feel so good when I watch him dive
And swoop and glide glad to be alive
Being Free
I feel content he has the space to be
What he is a beautiful wild spirit
Still free
I make a promise and take an oath
That I will do all I can to see that he
Remains free
Beneath feathered breast beats a heart
That wants to be no different to me
Living free
He remains a while hovering high above me
Proud, elegant, splendid in his majesty
Always free
Copywrite DilysBrown/January 2014
We are the victims of sour love;
Love that never return love,
Love that brings more hatred,
Love that tells us our heart troubles
Rather than the future of our tomorrow.
We are victims of false religions;
Religions that seek for its refuge
Rather than the refuge of its followers.
We only hide under its umbrella pretending
All is well when all is not white and blue.
We are victims of bad leaders that loots
Our pride in the name of leadership.
We are only made to remain silent and dumb,
Feast in our own pains and drink our tears
Like those that are thirsty of water but, we aren't thirsty of water as they assumed we are.
We are victims of dark educational system,
None is seen as a graduate unless from a university,
The other institutions of learning are discriminated upon by the so called university graduates and, the firms in the country kick us as nobody; I have been one of their victims, have you experience that?
We are victims of copywrite and plagiarism;
You labour with no food in your stomach to write,
Then another copy your words without acknowledgement and appreciation by the thieves..
We have seen the sun barked behind in fear,
We seen the rain brayed in the outcast of the land,
The thunder sounded more and more fierce than ever.
We are the victims of lost love which weep behind.