Best Writings Poems

A dream, in incubus it came to me
Like ink on paper it showed so bright
Contrasting life and death, day and night
Brought with the last tear shed
Screaming those bloody words
"It won't work, you'll get hurt again"
The fragile clishe i broke again
Painting my nails black with bruises
To...

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they said
where there is beauty 
there is impressive poetry! 

nature in the truth,
in the pen and paper
honest birth of beauty

the path has no end 
the author walks to that endless

true poetic pen 
can show a miracle!

care, bear up the word
in thy heart
one day God will...

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The writings on my wall

Will yield to your downfall

The physical writings on my wall

You removed without my permission

The writings on my wall

Made you mad because you know

I had way more than you had

The writings on the way

Were suspended in the air

The writings on the wall

Showed...

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Sketches of coal, burning pitch black 
enigmas emanate from each mark; 
Foll’wing trails on, getting back on track, 
laid and torn ‘part, lone in the dark. 

Graffiti of different crime, 
something that you cannot define. 
Each occurrence does not, at all, rhyme 
like the foul...

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I am not ready to die mediocre
I bargained my soul with the devil
to roll the dice of life again in October
they said my heart must be tainted by evil.
the bar raised low, to fake a smile on my face
to liberate myself from the pain and...

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In the land where pyramids rise
   An ancient language grew
 Pictures were words in disguise
   No letters for a clue
 These picture and symbols were known as hieroglyphs
  They were written on the walls 
 And it took quite a...

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>>1111>>MY WRITINGS GARMENTS<<1111<<

Wo! Unto the man who stands
And asserts that my writing intends,
To relate only commonplace things,
And secular narratives, 
It’s not even relative,
For if it were so,
You would want to know,
That in the present times,
Yeah I’m telling you this within a rhyme as I’m sitting,
Likewise...

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Oh! Do see and behold
Of  mother and womb
The writings on the wall 
Crouching about the world so high
Their presence you can't deny
Hallelujah,  
         hallelujah,  
                   hallelujah...     
                                           Hallelujah 

Is Your faith  draining now?
As doubt begins to wain
The writings on the wall
Lovingly, you carass his hand
And...

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Words were not enough to explain the ancient stories that came before,
Beyond the slightest imagination of what took place during times of mixed truths,
Written by those who were lucky to read and write.
Decided before time seemed to matter,
belonged a vague cave illustration about right and...

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The language and images of Mario Vitale's poetry are so closely bound to the natural cycles of seasons, of generations, of the body's functioning, that is surprising to realize how many of his poems deal with loving brevity. But this poetry is not sentimental celebration...

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Let's do this for eternity 
My heart cries 
Her selflessness embrace my happy soul 
Every minute with her adorns my heart 
My love for her is never-ending 

I love her to wrestle a star from Andromeda Galaxy 
Her abysmal of love is ineffable 
My world...

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I am Chikwelas grand daughter,
Am I a good writer?
My poems are they better?
Like other my fellow porter?

When studying at St. Peter,
Reading one poem of poeter,
I like to become writer,
Magazine shows me other poeter.

Kazima I was a sister,
My writings were not greater,
I could not reach meter,
I...

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god and the devil
both ugly
one in look 
one in sin
he stills his power
well no 
you give it to him
you fell his love
and you let him in
you fall on your knees
and pray 
please forgive
but hears the kicker
what name do you say
no not god
but jesus crist
you give...

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Bazaar
 

The nights’ chest opens up -
strings of illusions
rattle in palms
the knowing buyers haggle
for a dream
while the fascinated women
try on 
toles of princesses or odalisques.
In the shell of hope
genuine perls are priceless.

Silk labyrinth
of amber and incense,
amulets of shamans hidden in death,
a mirage in golden cases,
the...

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Bloody lips on ivory skin. Flames trailing behind those freezing fingertips. Eyes like black holes and the Universe they suck you in.  

You call this love? Or cataclysm? 

Unholy, dirty mouth and the taste of Heaven. We feel like flying as we lay together on...

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