Best Viens Poems

Im under again, It got me once more,
Im to far down this time, 
The thoughts in my head, The gun on my bed,
calling me to come closer.

How do I resist it?
Where are my restraints?
ive dealt with to much pain,
I hear it in my brian.
I want...

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Yellow flower, grieving flower, pale flower,
You were burnt by the sun and the hot rain.
Ripe flower, matured flower, immaculate flower,
You've nevertheless kept your phenomenal beauty sane.

The half-yellow and the half-green leaves
Are trying to mimic your beautiful color.
Mother Nature and Fauna are profusely in tears,
And Squirrel...

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We all need sun, O white pulp
Pineapple and soft light, mango
Me first, then the policeman, then Solène,
We need a long Brazilian nap,
in Bahia or on the fine sand of Copacabana.

The tanned skins are full of secrets,
Vitamins, pulp and sunsets 
The tanned skins know our defects,
The...

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My Heart is just an organ no memory does it have
The blood it pumps through my viens, is an unhealing salve
I often wonder, what is LOVE; a strange concept to me
Will I ever know of LOVE, as Soupers feel and see
 
One day I thought,...

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Chapter 1;
THE LIGHT THAT COULD NOT BE EXTINGUESHED

They say that demons can be generational, that they can attach themselves to a family for decades with such a stronghold, that the individuals are blissfully ignorant to the forces that are working against them. Ours dug themselves...

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Last dance of boiled blood 
Trhough viens runs on the ground
I would  not say I am sad
I curse just all around     

Last breath and last regrets
Last glance at heavy clouds
I woud not say I am mad
Just I do not fit...

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I cant live without you, maybe thats why I fell like Im slowly dying inside.
Im numb, while pain is the only thing that pumps through my viens.
I hurt, all I do is miss you, all day, everyday, every waking minute of every hour, all 
of...

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Look upon her blackness 
And be filled with delight 
Her blackness
A beacon among the insipid faces 
around her
Proudly she walks
Proudly she sways 
with unsurpassed conviction 
A sensuous black lily
Swaying in the wind
The daughter of Africa 
Within her soft belly 
Sleeps her children
She wears her blackness...

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Skiing.

Thats what you do,
Down my viens and
Through my heart.

Your skiing.

Dodging my questions
Colliding with mysery.

You must be.
 
Are you racing my blood?
Daring my pacience?

Dangerous sport....

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Forgive me I have seen 
More than I was supposed to see
I have sin against your name
Father forgive me for I have loved someone 
More than I should have loved
She makes me feel like a king
And I treat her like an angel
She led me to...

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Nakuja
Kwa wito, NINAENDELEA – I COME I PRAISE--

I come
To the calling
I stand at this gathering
I stand
At my calling
With lifted hands—praising
I praise to the All Father
My Father-God
I come to the calling
To the calling of my Lord
I raise my arms and hands
I sing unto my King
I praise...

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Viens à Maman,
let me show you how that shameful thing is done, 
you konw, with ink on paper,
for you not to be sorry anymore,
in the morning with croissant Triomphe 
and floating island by Abyssinian charms.
Fix your shoe laces, suck your belly
and grab me by the...

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The stupidity of it all.
is how the world has fallen 
i can hear the innocence permanentally dieing
why do we still judge by race , religon, sexuality, and social status

when we should stop the human race metting a horrible fateI certainly do not want to die...

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J'ai oublié le jour


Quand tu as volé mon coeur
je suis devenu très froid
la vie je ne crois pas encore
la musique m'a échappé

Je ne ris plus
je n'ai plus de larmes
ni de charme
morte comme la rose noire

J'ai oublié le jour
j'ai oublie mon coeur
je ne connais plus l'amour
rien...

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A heart is like a battle field with 
the blood pumping into its viens.
Its just like being on that battle 
field with mud and rain.
All those men died and suffered,
they still didnt gain any comfort.
The heart from a dead soliders mother,
Her pain cant go no...

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