Long Beatless Poems

Fathers of disastrous; 
are crueless father of evil, 
who live in the globe, 
and destroy the light.

Fathers of disatrous’
They kindle the fire, 
and off the light.
They are unmerciful, 
and live long.
They humiliate, 
the poor ones,...

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This poetry is inspired by the NCoV (Novel Coronavirus) pandemic.

No bell can buy a rose
By SirKnor

I need a rose as my mom is sick.
Her body is really weak.
A rose can cheer her up,
And a tea...

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Upon the beauty of the moon, and the brightest star
Today just might be the last,day, I could have by far.
The gazing sapphire region, of my deadly blue eyes
Turning cold as stone, forgetting to say my...

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Its not the only time u ignored me baby
Its not the only time u made me lonely
Made me soulless left my heart to go beatless
Left me breathless doesn't matter if i became restless
Its not the...

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No because sometimes reassurances aren't enough, you know?
Sometimes it isn't enough to remind yourself that you are alive despite whatever atrocities you've ever faced.
Sometimes telling yourself that it'll eventually get better, just isn't enough anymore.
Because...

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THE moon slid slowly from the light
to slumber in the crepuscular shroud

An illuminated universe lies
in the silver light’s glow

The mighty golden note slumbering
in a valley of undying silence

The distant crimson light’s whisper
Causing butterflies in its...

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Formation of water appearing on his head

Lying lifeless the beads of cold run down to his heart

Beatless it waits for any sign of life

Like a rose, his body insists for the morning sun

His soul left...

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Twisted minds subcultured kinds
sounds from in the night
it takes away the light from day
and makes thier life not right.

Angry words cut like a sword
they often disagree
once not at all now to great the wall
taking her...

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Twisted minds subcultured kinds, sounds from in the night
it takes away the light from day and makes this life not right.
  angry words cut like a sword,we often disagree
  once not at all,...

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You stab at my manufactured beatless heart,
and tear off my tattered burlap textile.
Puncturing the weakened breath from my tight lungs.
To you, I’m just a naked doll’s unsexed part,
while enduring revenge pain for your feigned love.
Taking...

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Come to me, my pretty thing,
For killed I was and dead I’ve been.
The flowers strewn about my grave
I bring to you this lovely day.

Draw not back, my little lass.
Soon all your fears will leave and...

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