Long Hidden message Poems

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Thought and feel know
Hope wears a glow


Apt words now fit
Notes that wear wit


Keep truth in mind
Yield trust in kind


Opt for wise choice
Urge flavours voice


Meet one and all
Yes purge all gall


Feel the muse sing
Rest in full swing


Incline and see
Etch your story


Now and here dance
Deed fashions chance


Sense a new dawn
Attest bright morn


Nice floods the way
Deep stillness plays


Peace comes to heal
Opt fine goodwill


Explore fond quest
Touch joy with zest


Reach out with verse
Yield grand outburst


Sign your own lines
Observe thoughts fine


Use words that tell
Passion to dwell




Leon Enriquez
14 March 2015
Singapore


(Note: if you read the first letter of each line 
downwards, you will decipher the hidden message. 
Thank you.)
Form: Couplet


Acceptance

Acceptance
For those considered not normal,
There is only one thing
That is desired of others. 
And that is acceptance
Yet the opposite is mostly given
Shunned, excluded and bullied
We despair late at night
And wonder, "what is wrong with me?"
As we lie there in the dark
Our tears spill upon our pillows.
We learn to stay safe, 
To fade into the background
You might see us you know, 
Standing on the sidelines
Watching with envy
The groups of friends
Spread throughout
We try to do our best
To fit in, to blend
Yet our uniqueness
Our differences
Make that impossible
We try to make conversation
With those considered normal
And what we get from them
Is a gaze that has a hidden message
"Why are you talking to me?"
"I don't accept you." 
Saddened by them
We crawl back there
To the background
Where we feel safe

Little Love Notes

A tiny slip of paper, folded tight,
With words that whisper, soft and light.
A stolen moment, heart aflutter,
To tell a secret, just a little stutter.

'Your smile, a sunrise, chasing away the night,
Your laughter, music, pure and bright.
Each glance, a spark, igniting my desire,
To hold you close, and set my soul on fire.'

A hidden message, tucked in a book,
A secret code, a whispered look.
'The way you walk, a gentle grace,
Your touch, a feather, leaving no trace.'

A simple phrase, scribbled in haste,
'I love you,' written, a feeling embraced.
A tiny treasure, a love note's art,
A silent promise, close to the heart.

These little whispers, on paper thin,
Speak volumes, where words begin.
A love expressed, in ways so small,
A love remembered, standing tall.
Form: Rhyme

Play It Backwards

If you really want to know, play it backwards
Put the record on, the Beatles or the Byrds
An act you may find seemingly absurd
A hidden message fail safe, I’m assured

Is Paul really here and on the level
Did a stairway to heaven lead you to the devil
Check each record groove and bevel
In redundant curiosities I revel

Did you find yourself in a sudden trance
In a prompt unusual circumstance
Perhaps then it’s more than chance
Of what began as music and a dance

A bit of messaging subliminal
Some entertaining and minimal
Others verging on being criminal
Few for the mind, almost medicinal

You won’t hear the message at their live show
Only between your own wall and window
For the secret put the record on and turn it slow
And play it backwards, if you really want to know
Form: Quatrain

Message of Inspiration

Ever wondered as you thought through the night
Under the stars gazing at the beautiful sky above
With thoughts expressed till morning light
Every word penned in sincerity the true meaning of

The story of love truer than any story book
Because you are the reason for words written
The heart revealed with just a simple look
Hidden not, because it's completely smitten

Ever looked to the mighty roaring waterfall
Water begins calm before progressing along
Suddenly the rocks appear but that's not all
It becomes beautiful, turning into a nature's song

Even this doesn't compare to the message here
The message of beauty which is clearly seen
Every day, every moment with you being near
Nothing compares at all - to all of you - you see

In words expressed as you are the very reason
Never penned to be a hidden message in part
Since it is perfect to be said during this season
Possessing my thoughts and penned on my heart

I wish the words could express all this above
Reasons for which it's not just all explained
As words are merely the result of this thereof
This truly is something that has remained

In poem contained none of this to be feigned
Outward signs, wish you could truly see
Now that you know what you truly mean to me
The end of the message is only yours to see
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Suffering of death

Vilmos: You can’t be bound for a thousand years.
             My life is yours.
             My soul is yours.
             My body is yours - live in my body.
             My mind is yours.

Master: I love you.
Vilmos: I love you.

Master: Vilmos, can you forget Hungary? Can you forget England?
Vilmos: Where can I live my life?
Master: I am the Satan.

Vilmos: I understand your hidden message.
Master: Come with me.
             Come with me.

Vilmos: I am following you. 
             I am with you.

Master: Stop now.
             Write a verse.

Vilmos: Yeah.


Master, oh, Master
I need you, I love you
Just don’t kill me 

Just don’t kill me
Don’t kill me

I need to live
I want your life

My Satan
I love you

I know you
I need something
I need something from you

Your science
Your life

He is suffering
I feel his life.

I feel
I feel
I feel
I think his life.

I feel his life
Satan is suffering
I love him
He is my guard.

Master: I love you.
Vilmos: I love you more, oh, my Satan!
Master: I love you, student!
Vilmos: You are my life. You can’t die.
Master: Jesus wants to bind me for a thousand years.
Vilmos: No, I won’t let that happen.
             I already gave you my life.
             My soul, my mind, my body, and my life.
             Dear Satan, dear Satan. Just you can understand my life.
             I saw a few days ago a video about you.
             Amazing Facts.
             Master, you can’t die. I am with you. I am your life.
Master: We stay together. Forever.
Vilmos: This the Life.

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Now to the untrained eye, to most women I might seem to have an impressive 
resume but yet Im still single, by choice nuff said. Never been the type to beg just 
thought I make that known, I refuse to compromise my faith for the sake of a 
companion like The Apostle Paul said I rather be alone if thats the case, Theres a 
hidden message in the glass bottle but me Im still wishing on that superstar and his 
name his hallow. A true leader knows when and who to follow and a real man knows 
his pride is something he must swallow. So dont confuse me from them, I make 
mistakes like everyone else I'll give you an honest opinion but you gotta make the 
decision thats note to self Im one of those men whos not afraid to express his self 
yeah Im heart felt my words can pierce deeper than death itself or I can be the 
sweetest person you ever met and continuously make ya heart melt you see Im very 
logical I understand lifes a lesson so I want you to remember this Im an open book 
so fall in love with me not my seductive sentences
© Corey Ross  Create an image from this poem.
Form: ABC

Premium Member Pierrot and the Moon

She stands on the lamppost  
as if the world below  
were only a rumor,  
her cabaret silks  
fluttering like thoughts  
she hasn’t confessed.

The moon leans down,  
slow and luminous,  
a face she’s loved  
from too far away.  
Tonight she kisses it~  
not to claim it,  
but to prove  
that longing  
can be brave.

Her umbrella hangs  
like a question  
she no longer needs.  
Her top hat tilts  
toward possibility.  
And the lamppost,  
that thin spine of earth,  
holds her steady  
as she chooses wonder  
over gravity.

Some say she’s foolish.  
Some say she’s dreaming.  
But Pierrot knows  
the hidden message:  
the heart climbs  
where logic won’t,  
and sometimes  
the impossible  
is simply waiting  
for someone  
to touch it.

Grey Lines

"Grey Lines"
 


between the 
colour white
and the edge 

of 
unforgiving 
light

what 
was 
loved once 

lies all discarded
the hidden message
submerged

the secrets of love 
days and nights
years lost 

forever
walking 
trapeze rope 

in the waiting 
waking
dead

a ghost 
on grey lines
echoes mute notes 

no man’s land
fingers pushing keys
pulling in unchartered maps

from piano,
Détente
territory

hidden 
unheard 
sentences 

never end
nor white 
nor black

grey lines
evanescence

(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)





“Amythist”/ Low
https://youtu.be/3TJjnJjaXfI










https://dictionary.cambridge.org/dictionary/english/evanescence



https://youtu.be/5anLPw0Efmo

From Darkness Comes Light

Depression is oppression.
It's a deadly hidden message
Defined by self-hate.
It seals its prisoner's fate.
It holds you captive and throws out the key.
It stabs and jabs just to see you bleed,
Inflicting wounds that scar for life.
Destruction is its mother and death its wife.

You can cry, but it will always ignore your screams.
It terrorizes your soul and haunts your dreams.
It sends you false hope through a bottle or pill.
It destroys your goals and inflicts its will.
You can't run, nor can you hide.
By its rules you will abide
Until it celebrates that you have died.

Open your eyes, or you will be its prey.
It will blur your vision in the most twisted way.
It will seek your destruction and call for your head.
You will lie and wait but never rest in your bed.

Peace will come to those who want peace,
But as long as you feed him, you will see the beast.
You can't run, nor can you hide,
But if you conquer the beast, you will survive.

Prayer and hope can lead the way.
Cling on to every word you pray.
Hope is in truth.
Hate is in lies.
Pray for your soul 
and open your eyes.
© Gogster Dw  Create an image from this poem.

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