Long Poisons Poems
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Do you believe in love?
Do you believe in love at first sight?
Do you believe love is like a seed?
Plant it.
Water it.
Be patient.
Watch it grow.
Do you believe it is like a weed, a wild thing?
Growing uncontrollably.
Choking.
Taking life energies from everything in its path.
Do you believe it is more like a wild flower?
Blooming in the spring.
Waiting for a defrost.
Its rebirth coming from the warming sun.
The beauty fleeting.
Sleeping in the end.
Instinctively we all should know.
Has my heart really turned from gold to cold?
Has my mind taken over much control?
Being jaded cannot fade away.
It lingers making me turn away, run away.
Ghosts of loves gone bad hang over me.
A cobra ready to strike up injecting deadly poisons into my veins.
Candles flickering flame casting shadows that will forever remain.
Breath held tight, not much room left for what should be loves energy light.
The Candles flickering flame has been blown out.
Time passes.
Flickers bloom.
Sparks try to ignite.
Taking chances seem way to far out of reach.
Can the soul's candle's wick be relighted or is it now just too late.
Nothing I love more than God—
He made me,
moulded me with precision.
When the tides of life toss me
up and down, left and right,
He's there—guiding me,
guarding me.
So in my heart, I built Him
a mansion~
a palace carved of dream and truth,
vast beyond all measure...
a forte of my comfort,
a fortress for my rest,
my quiet haven—
a path that leads me home
to heaven.
His love in me makes me shine—
a sparkling spark
through a crack in the dark cloud,
like stars and moon
etching their light on human hearts,
souls, and spirits.
I'm a spiritual gem~
precious, valuable,
unique and rare,
spirit-filled for:
edification,
sanctification,
and sacred celebration.
I live in peace—not to tease,
but that true friendship might grow,
mirroring not just holiness
but perfection—
a wholeness without flaw.
I believe heaven is real.
So I do good to relieve myself
of the fear of missing heaven.
Goodness flows from my heart
in its purest form—
like snow at dawn,
born from the depth of pain
on a canvas white as lily,
never looking silly,
even when hemmed in by a mountain
of spiritual pollution—
the kind that poisons the mind
against the soul, without solution.
Yet I commune with God alone,
rooted in His Word,
anchored in His promises—
a shield against the devil
and his legion.
Let it be known to all—
I am a spiritual gem.
We’re born with a voice, a spirit, a name..
The heart holds a fire, each soul holds a claim.
No chains should be fastened, no silence imposed..
For freedom is ours, it cannot be closed.
The right to be sheltered, the right to be fed..
To live without terror, to dream without dread.
The right to speak truth when the powerful lie..
The right to a future where children don't cry..
Yet hatred still lingers, it poisons the air..
It whispers division, it teaches despair.
But peace is a seed.. though fragile, though small..
When planted in justice, it rises for all.
Lift up the weary, let mercy be shown..
No soul walks this earth on a journey alone.
When hands join in unity, when barriers fall..
The anthem of freedom unites great and small.
Let kindness be louder than cannons of war..
Let rights be the shelter we all can stand for.
For peace isn’t distant, it waits to increase..
The moment we choose it, humanity’s peace.
She well knew his place of abode,
And swirled inside, a vengeful tornado,
A celestial radiance had encompassed their love,
And then he disappeared on Christmas Eve,
Without a word!
Her heart had turned to stone, her eyes
Flashed around for something to write with,
Nothing, so cut her finger deeply
Her blood flowed freely
As would, a wounded bird.
Wrote on the wall in blood,
That all his future loves, would leave
Him with a broken heart, at Love’s Station
Of Departure, for she, Hypnotic Poison vowed
That he alike be cursed.
He had mesmerized and betrayed her,
His heartless, unfeeling, selfish soul,
On a windy, stormy Christmas Eve turned
Her heart to stone and blood to poison,
That is what the village said,
And what I heard!
This poem is pure fiction and the title of the poem is of a perfume. The story is in actual fact the ending of some horror movie, whilst browsing through Netflix to find a movie we wanted to see.
I am a rock; earth, air, fire and water;
a child of the elements.
I grow and erode;
my greatest strength is stillness;
my voice, the silence.
I am a tree, a child of the elements.
I grow and decay;
shedding leaves and bark.
My voice is a whisper;
my strength is the stillness;
though I bow to the winds.
Immobile am I; a conundrum of nature.
I am a mountain; a child of the elements.
I grow and erode, by layers.
my strength is the stillness;
My purpose is a home for rock, tree and beast.
I am a human, a child of the elements.
I grow and decay like everything else.
My voice is a gift;
my strength is the still silence,
where I rarely go.
Haphazardly, I run amok;
relying too much on things I create,
instead of my silent strength.
My greed crushes the rocks;
destroys the trees;.
My ego dynamites the mountains;
poisons the water and air.
Because of me, the earth and her children, suffer.
Wallowing in my greed and ignorance;
my siblings of the elements, are dispensable.
I am a human, a child of the elements.
I destroy because I ignore,
the still silence; my strength.
David, you mean the very world to me and more
Can you forgive me?
You brighten my days when I am low and dead
And you listen—you always are there to listen
Bearing all things, you let me cry on your shoulder
You comforted me when I was scared to death
Of the demons…always watching…you were there
Watching over me, scaring them away from me
You save me by being alive and who you are, David
Without you, I would fall apart and shrivel into shame
Because there are few that listen—few that listen
You draw the poisons of my pain clear out
And you let them sink into your own skin
You swallowed my poison instead of spitting it out
I let you drown, David—forgive me…I let you drown
I’m selfish and rude, and I always ignore you
And for ever doing that, I hate myself
Seeing you in your last moments…woke me up
I’ve been a selfish bastard and I hate me
For never giving you enough love
David you are everything to us all and more
Do you hear me?
You are so uplifting to all of those around you
You are selfless—so incredibly selfless
And in the silence you lifted me high with praise
Because I knew you would always be the one to give it
Never was there a day that you didn’t believe in me
Even when in darkness have I buried you in all matters of sin
Your light blinds the demonic rust...your light always shining
Never leaving me in the dust but never expecting the same back
And I never saved you! From all the loneliness
I never thought of you! I was so selfish
I will never let you go again—I will fight for your glory
You are amazing in every way
Far braver and brighter than I have ever dreamed to be
I let you down this time, David…I cried for your life
But now I ask for your forgiveness
Seeing you being taken away…crushed me to the marrow
I’ve never hated myself more than tonight
But I will never, ever say goodbye
*for my little brother, David William Breidenthal - I would love for you guys to read some of his poetry. He is a brilliant kid. And he’s been having some tough times. Thanks. *
Like the tides of a nighttime sea,
My brilliance wavers and diminishes
My words are buried into the moisture of life’s poisons
Misfortune clenches my throat from expressing my visions
I have plunged into such dark depths
Of this mind
Without a clear understanding of your devotion
Without a better realization
Of your never-ending affection
Of your ever-pressing lips
Onto the prize where your sweet-searching eyes visualize
The golden nuances of your genius
The pressure of those winning words
The winds dance with my intellect,
Jolting my heart in loud, silent jeers
The waves, black and dusky wait to smother
As I crawl into the arms of another
This mind still spurts
All words that cannot be conjured
All feelings that cannot be muttered
Truth drowns in the asphyxiation of unfamiliar grounds
Rising from these depths as the moonlight glares
This mind still spurts
As the rising sea
In all of its misery
Remembers your words and yearns
In the world of control..The scheme goes like
This..theres always a 'HIGHLIGHT' on what
You might miss? What might be taken.? What
You can save.? In 2020 the theme was really
Hard played.' You might loose your life? Or
Your standing with friends.' It was first to the
Lifeboats ' Do you remember 'the trends?'
What might you loose? Well some took a
Chance.' First we lost all the shallow folk yet
Others stood fast.' We lost out on the loans
That must be paid back.' On the various poisons, yet have no sense of a lack.' We lost
Fear of some un-known; and invisible things?
Some accepted Jesus, and lost all the old sin,
Death got lost also.' And looking around! Considering all
Of the loosing, I'm amazed at what was found.!!
Secrets well hidden in the forest floor
Tamped way down deep in a garden snake’s tail
Beyond anything beauty had in store
Campfire fires brought on by dark ale
Guarded and protected by faerie’s strong
Secrets well hidden in the forest floor
Cool winds through the trees sing lovely songs
Hidden in mushroom magic and folk lore
Unveiling a simple truth. Nothing more.
Potions and poisons there for the taking
Secrets well hidden in the forest floor
Fairy magic has mushroomville quaking
Garter snake escapes underneath the floor
Where brownies and faeries and munchkins soar
An underworld devils tend to cleave
Secrets well hidden in the forest floor
They told me it was medicine.
A cure in a capsule.
A little light in liquid form,
a powder path to paradise.
It whispered like honey,
slid smooth down my veins,
said, “I’ll heal your hurt, hush your hunger,
pull the storm from your skull.”
And it did.
Oh, it did.
The world slowed
colors stretched into forever, and my chest unclenched like a fist finally letting go.
But the bottle had teeth.
The pill had claws.
The powder carried a price tag I couldn’t read at first.
Every high built a higher wall.
Every flight carved a deeper fall.
The nectar that kissed me sweetly at midnight
bit me raw by dawn.
It is love that leaves bruises.
A friend who steals your shoes while you sleep.
A healer who poisons the wound so you’ll crawl back begging for the cure.
They don’t tell you the double-edged truth:
that the elixir doesn’t choose.
It cuts both ways
one side silk, one side steel.
And you,
you are the bleeding in between.
So I stand with the glass in my hand,
heart trembling on the rim.
Asking myself
is it medicine?
Or is it blade?
And the silence answers,
“Both.”