Best Mysterywords Poems
We sisters three
Do so decree
That these men
Know their sin.
Reaz, you mortal Fool
Illy was your sacred Jewel.
How could you endlessly cheat
And lead her on with such deceit?
We sisters three
Do so eloquently decree
That these foolish men
Never ever hurt again.
Lamar you are a lazy bum.
To crack you always succumb.
Leerie was a wonderful wife
Yet, your words wound like a knife.
We sisters three
Do so powerfully decree
That these thoughtless men
Feel agonizing pain within.
Daniel the monster you are
Never saw Kristy as a star.
She was just someone to beat
Whenever you felt other defeat,
We sisters three
Do so expressly decree
These imprudent mortal fools
Learn a new set of rules.
We rhythmically dance and sway
While words of ancient knowledge do play
Powerfully upon our very lips
During the Lunar Eclipse.
Our wish we do so prayerfully want
Your dreams we shall constantly haunt
Until you learn that your evil deeds
Will never ever fruitfully succeed.
When words cannot convey the story
and truth becomes mere allegory,
when words cannot express the shock,
reality, itself, is mocked.
No words I find can near convey
the ghastly truth I faced that day.
The tale I've tried to tell a few,
but my meager words cannot get through.
When everything you've ever learned
about this life and all concerned,
crumbles like a flimsy lie-
yet it's a truth you can't deny...
This knowledge now just isolates me,
reality, truly, now escapes me,
words are null, my lips are sealed,
inscrutable and unrevealed.
what happens to a mans heart and soul when he spills it on a page?
when all he has is his talent to write
and all people do is judge him for what he writes
so now he waits, waits for the perfect time to show the world
That all words written have there meanings and all of them describes a feeling
a feeling that lies within the empty pages of a book
These things you may not notice is that all books are from the passion and information of
others
not just hollow words from a empty shell
So back to our writer which is now being destroyed, degraded, and hated for his works of art
this is where the empty pages come in for know his wittings disappears forgotten
in time
lost, abandoned like hope for a perfect world
Rocky Mountain Thunder they call it
The unmistakable thunder and growl
of thousands of Harley's reverberating
through the highcountry fairgrounds,
shockwaves rippling the air.
this was the year it would finally happen...
...my Tattoo
Gleaning through hundreds of designs
my heart leapt at the sight of
a dainty little hummingbird
small, tasteful, unobtrusive
my hearts' joy and delight!
When a voice, gruff and gravelly from
too many years of cigarettes and rot gut whiskey
whispered over my shoulder
"A tattoo should reflect your soul"
I turned to find myself face to face
with chocolate brown eyes in a leathery, wind tanned face
ours eyes locked briefly
He turned away without another word.
Three skulls spanned his shoulders
One facing right, the other facing left
as if searching for something, or someone...
...the one in the center, facing forward, almost grinning,
the words "Lost Soul" written within
a Harley emblem below the skulls,
reflected the whistful look I had seen in his eyes.
I watched as he walked away,
while the three skulls and that emblem
seemed to change shape with every step
melting into one big grinning skull
His words echoed in my ears,
"...reflect your soul"
"...reflect your soul"
Then, they wrapped around my heart
...My Hummer..!
I knew I had found the right one for me.
And in that same moment,
the skull on his back....
...winked.
There was a girl who couldn't sleep
Her eyes remained open,
Bound by their determination to stay
Her brain in overdrive
A pen in hand
When she started to write
She didn’t know that the words she spilt
would be dripping with angry tears
As she watched her hand move across the page
The words flowing from her pen
She realised that she was reading them as if for the first time
When she was finished
and could write no more
She stopped and read
read what was left there on the page
The words jumped out and surprised her
She had never before been afraid of what was inside.
Form:
They whisper something in my ear
They whisper words that you can’t hear
They whisper words that fill the air
I hear the words but no one’s there
I heard the whispers again today
Oh how I hate what they have to say
Instincts and thought always mess up one another
Wondering how it could be possible, that we are the only living beings in the universe
All words put in my head from people that have no expanding imagination
Nuisances are those who search for more than a sights in the sky
Trying to diminish our questions and doubts
Travel to the ends of the earth and nothing could ever be proven
Oblivious we are so we shouldn't be opposing of the idea
Bountiful sightings
Extreme discoveries
Long history
Incredible stories
Every one has their own words on such a assumption
Vary are the people that agree, or the ones that want to be known
Every day the question is: ARE WE ALONE?
!
Place is only to belong
Minds are a given such to think
Where had time begone?
Perhaps in reality or mayhaps in dreams
Where there is light
There is to be the dark
Moments prolonging till night
Where belongs the mind to part?
Dreams hiding from reality
Thoughts hiding from the mind
Where aids the lunatic energy?
Where hides the moments in time?
With only so much to remain
Only so much so little was left
Where of words to be asking of again?
Of words whence time had theft
Of the many places, there always is one
One where both reality and dreams don’t belong
Sharing both to have the mind come undone
Yet… where have I begone?