Best Paragraph Poems
Sickness is the devil himself divining his ill will.
It seems his only interest is to see what he can kill.
The evil deep inside us all, he uses as a tool.
And sneaks around just like a snake awaiting his next fool.
One paragraph unto itself.
Now on display on Poetry Soup's shelf.
in the middle of the atmosphere guided by the brightness of the fog that was and will be a
transformation assumes. The attraction of mental concepts consume the being who is armed
with a wonderful hyperdermic filled with scriptures imprint. Everlasting stains made and
confined to the lines of creative guidance. projective influence unfolds leaving the spine
chilled at the mad brilliance of thoughts un-leashed. The ending result of injection leads to
oohs, aahs, tears, smiles and beautiful migranes of astonishment. a flow is possesed as if
indulgence was beneath the oceans blanket. within the pupils the effect of potency can be
seen, the one behind it smirks at the steps closer to immortality. Waste not time with useless
delays, send the accolades, I live in the Paragraph.
The temperature drops and within the midst of the artic influence an extension of the hand is
revealed, with chilling details manuvers are set in motion as the un-thinkable is thought of
and created. Behold an alien tattooist bringing outer world concepts to life, or so it may
seem. conversations on clouds, tears bottled within the ocean, a promise of the dolphins
secret. Coincedences that are yet to exist, similiar to that of a god of sorts unto the
following. Relax and breathe as thy minds eye breeds intoxication like fantasies heated
within a spoon resulting in nouns that suffocate the lines, verbs that bite and amazing
sentences that may never end. thy soul is the literature, I am of the story and it is of me, in
honesty it must surely be known that, I live in the paragraph.
Tears that are never acknowledged suddenly take precedence unexpectedly within nocturnal callings
hidden wounds long festering never acknowledged sliced openly are silently hemorrhaging fears
one’s loved least claimed through schematic vows haunts the night’s mechanisms ever consuming
while black tattooed weeds on a widow at no time seen are never shed in tempestuous mockery
The trees we watch through the winds of winter grow more sullen and desolate as their time passes
everyone shall cross on to frozen ice chilled veins leaving remains defeated by death’s caress unexpectedly
harmony is now long gone inexplicably across the abyss where nothing meaningful rests in disillusioned chambers
shattered pieces of treasures faded by fairy tales glued together into a patchwork frame hung upon hollow walls
Night visits of final farewells long past overdue won’t break the divide if left unspoken forever cursed
mystic vows whisper inside the shadows to never love again is grace with peaceful slumbers kissed sublimely
unfettered is an enviable plea that echoes insensately as no other request beckons so appealingly
dreams unrivaled and unreachable fill the days forged with sugar caned sweetness of darkened honey
Waking once unimaginable is now fully embraceable at the beginning of the widow’s dawning…
Its truly difficult to put everything I'm feeling into words this way.
I don't know what to think
I don't know what to do.
I'm partly confused and partly in another world.
I can't find a way to describe myself at this present time.
I'm a hodgepodge of things no one can understand.
When I sleep, its all I think about.
When I'm awake, it's all i think about.
During class, when I need ultimate concentration, it's still all i think about.
I'm a mishmosh of feelings only I can interpret.
Every single day it brushes my thoughts aside and makes room for itself in my head.
It kicks the school thoughts out of my mind and sits there, refusing to move, plaguing my brain with constant
thinking.
I can't explain it, and if you guess it, you'll probably be wrong.
When I try to listen to other people I might drift away from the conversation because of it.
I've neglected others because of it
And given attention to others as well
And to some, I've left as is, nothing has changed between me and them because of it.
Some try to help me with it, and succeed with the minor things, and fail with the complications, because it's
impossible to understand.
I can't say it, but I can hint it.
I can't put it out in the open yet.
I'm timing myself with it.
But each day is like another 5 years.
It's making time go by slower and slower
Wanting me to finally free it from my head and make it a reality, but I try to ignore it.
It's then that it finds me in my slumber
I consistently dream about it, and wake up at the early morning hours.
It recurs three or four times a night before I get up to go to school.
I daydream about it too.
It wants to be free, but I'm not ready.
And I don't think you are either
placid palatial paragraph
penned by polly poet
perfect personification
prose and poetry prettiness
proving preconceived perfection
Prognostic,___Anticipation
Doce de Leite
It was a bold statement.
One that was made in front of a lot of
people. But pouring tea and reading
the leaves$!2$-$%!!! (trademark
restrictions means we can't reveal
the name): but it was said in 2025
at number 500 bouts. He shall began
a reign: that shall transigned to
an era of greatness! He to shall again stand
and be champion again.
One to the dismay of the audience and the other
to a fan favoriting triumph.
In the same breathe it was said that
a stethoscope shall hear the sound of
ground bee's in the crevices
of marble:then termites will lead them to treasure
Planning, organizing, leading, controlling, and evaluating.
they shall stumble upon the riches of tomorrow.
And shall solve the problems of pestilence
He shall rise to lead you to greatness..Umino & Takagi,
shall call him. They shall manage him into greatness from afar.
The whispers of encouragement and guidance all within the context
of storylines, the manager positions their client for title opportunities, generally acts as a mouthpiece on their behalf.
These functions involve goal-setting, resource allocation, coordination, decision-making, performance monitoring, and improvement assessment.
The prediction scored him great and within his cultivation he has been seen as victor among men. Even to those who have doubted him!
So hast feng Shui who spake to Hadden
to spoke to Hemuss!
whose favorable or unfavorable
in relation to the flow of energy
spatial arrangement and Oreintaions
Might he say I am him!
the caatlle shall fall in the fields
and the clouds shall become a pinkish-blue
the dogs will howl in day time
and the flute shall hoover over the lyre
to sing the songs in harmony with
all in attendance!
Success doesn't have to mean sacrifice. It doesn't have to cost you the things that matter most. But it does take intention!!!
Creative Control and self Dedication Might he stand to say I am Him!
Campeón de lucha libre de peso pesado del mundo!