Declare, i say your true feelings
hear.
But from this place do not
whisper a word,
You and i need to be told the
truth,
For said before the truth will
set you free.
But the truth out of these
words we speak here and now,
may be twisted and used
against us.
So i say speak your words that
slip off your tongue like a snake
in front of the people we know.
But here in my presence,
Your words are mine, and you
need to tell me.
Why now and why not truth
then?
Kylie Arello,
a.k.a Me :)
hear me yet
ears of the wicked go unnotice
listen to the words of passion that go unheard,like a theif at night
quiet and calm but with a determined motive
im screaming help at the top of my vocals but who cares to listen
a mouth that is water with deceptive anguish is only a mouth of a fool
did you hear me yet or does the voices of guilt rip at you like the stare of stalkers
and killers
i am only words, but the price of guilt is far more worse than death itself
listen to the cries of the innocent and the poor,homeless but with a gleam of faith
faith is the committed verse of ones words with an annoited spirt of hope
listen to your heart and not the wicked
hear these words and thy shall be enlighten with wisdom
broken and confused
injected with a disease thats un controllable
friends nor foe can see its killing me
the truth of hiden lies
my pain is filled with hurt and tears
a tear is the warmth of gods faith :but the heartache is the sins of mortal!
caress my words with wisdom and not a fools gold,dear lord
take me as i am , but dont crush my soul
listen to me as a son: with spirtual words,not eying deceptive words of laughter of
a dramatic play
crushed defines lost and broken, but lord take the toungues of evil and use their
spit for repent!
kill me because my spirt is the start of kindness and healing
heal me, dear lord
I am freestyle
Dark day’s dark tress startreck
Beam me up scotey and take me away
Four those days that I have missed and still reminisced
Soon this will all co-exceed into the mist
I am a ninja an acoustic ninja to words and sounds
You can bend words and sounds to picture minds and souls
Blend words to find the mind and seek to dust
Words beat fighting, fighting solves instant emotions
Words kill the soul four ever long as you grow
These are my words as a ninja to sound
We are all round and found our sound
So don’t fight, just bite the words and say aloud
Combine your lyrics, as a lyrical genius
They may be a ***** but so may you?
We try to take it slow to be a lady
Just doing things that couples in love do
Enter the ninja , you are a butterfly I need your Samira
Taking it to the next flow
I think about you in freaky visions you are butterfly
I need your production, I am a ninja I am razor shape
Rolling with the SOS my style is UFO
Oh ET oh, my name is that b*tch
Your sun down your sun done
Rocking like this, your run down, sun dust to collect interest
We in the club growing taller
So much words for soupers to give
So much comment I never can reply
Keeping me going… to only believe
How poetry will never die
Forgive me if I haven’t my words
Forgive me for comments made unheard
If a person I proclaim myself weird
For persons no… but poetries I have words
You folks believe in me
My world… (sigh) no one could see
Perhaps in poetrysoup I could be
That someone where poetries meant free
A thousand love from a single heart
And a single heart is only all I have to give
From a simple comment to alp me apart
Keeping me going… I do believe
So much words I did not know
Have I so much words to reply?
Only for all… if not poets to behold
How poetries will never die
the perfectly polite lady
who gracefully writes me daily
whom i hope i will one day applaud
when she reads us her poetry abroad
the sister I've always wanted
the same ever since she started
she's said many prayers
and she'll always be there
to miss her is my brokenhearted
my words to her are special
we meet on the very same level
and sometimes i say
in a some sweet way
"she's mine" when the day is special
her words are furniture
in my heart
and flowers in vases
and art
the beautiful scenes
the stars in between
the clouds floating apart
the warmth the fires glow
the great spirit from with in that flows
the someone that is
when i needed a friend
heavens answered prayer
(To my favorite soup girl Carolyn Devonshire;)
Runing from the rain, searching for the shelter that wil be..
Wanting your desire and in your arms to cover me..
Take me to your place where I could be free...
Hold me in your heart and help let me beleave..
No one in this life knows how I feel, you've comfort me through
this and my love I can't conceal... A poet's words so jumbled
but not so hard to read... Words that flow so recklessly
down a frozen stream...Im pondering through your world with
a mask made of glass...No hidden love or heart breaking, only
the the words that will everlast.. A ride that scares us both so true..
but a life without chances soon will leave us too..
Light blue tears on parchment, how softly my pen
weeps for you. Ribbons of verse bind, pull tightly
on oozing emotions. Devoted words lie embalmed
in true affection, line upon line of adoration. I am
besotted in ink, controlled by a heart that fills my
page. My pen lies aside my love, my dreams, my
day and night and what you are to me. Your kisses
are the words planted and my future granted.
I wonder if I told him,
Do you think he really knew
How much his daughter loved him
Ere I bade him sad adieu?
Did I take his sacrifice for granted?
Lay his love upon the shelf?
Thinking not of what he'd done for me
But only of selfish self?
Heavenly Father will you find him?
Will you seek him ut up there?
Will you tell how much I loved him
And will forever care?
On this earth, Dear Heavenly Father,
He was second unto none,
And I just can't wait to tell him
Until my race down here is run.
Do you think he reallly knew it,
When I left those words unsaid
That each night I thanked You for him,
On my knees beside my bed?
So to you, each well loved daughter
And each proud and manly son,
Don't forget to thank your parents
For the good things they have done.
Just go and tell them, now today
Before it is too late.
It is hard to send your words of thanks
Up through that golden gate.
By: Joyce Johnson
For Raul Moreno's contest
You have loved me through the worries.
You've stood by me through the pain.
I have found you there still waiting
When the world was bright again.
Now to you, my loving soulmate,
All my vows I would renew.
Are there any words so worthy
They can tell of love so true?
In the battle of the poets
Closeted within their dens,
Words their only ammunition
Shooting from their ink filled pens,
Seeking phrase, uniquely pretty
And an unused metaphor,
They have not the time to help me
Woo the one whom I adore.
Without muse or bard asistance
Am I equal to the game?
In trite words of deep devotion
Will the message be the same?
I can't say it grandiosely
As I show this love of mine.
The old hackneyed words must do then.
You're my one, true Valentine.
By Joyce
Revised for Deborah's contest. won 3rd place
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