Short Epyllion Poems

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Young Love

the stars are out and the night is young
candle light flickers in the gentle breeze
the night has only begun
as you kiss my lips then hand me your door keys

Magic

I've never felt so freaked out
is this true
my soul and you
i have so much love to give
wish i only knew
are you my reflection
i shadow you
lust and confusion
there is magic here

Heaven In Hand

If I could reach out
And hold onto
A heavenly body
For every moment 
The thought of you
Warmed my spirit
I would ever carry
The overflowing
Midnight skies within
The palms of my hands

Premium Member her top fell off

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Singles

one single rose
left on my door step
one single step
led u to me
one single kiss
felt on the nape of my neck
one single tear fell to the floor
a tear of joy
its our love and nobody's business

Premium Member The Rising Sun of Dawn

Which words may lay at rest,
While my heart still beats for her,
'Til my dying breath,
Lays a faint whisper?
All that has begun, 
Is a love in modest bloom, 
Like the rising sun,
Meant to light a sky of blue.

Premium Member About Headphones and Melody

Once there was a song,
That reminded me of you,
While I felt so strong,
Under sky,
Of midnight blue.
Once there was a time,
While I played a favorite tune,
A pen and written lines,
Cried, 
A thought of you.

Thy Love Maketh My Beauty

Thy love maketh my beauty
Thy heart maketh my soul
Thou art my true paramour
With thyself I die whole

Thine eyes admire my charm
Thy smile, my ultimate goal
Thou dwell in my every emotion 
Thy love maketh my heart toll

Pacman

fat muncher sittin on the couch,
cheetos bag in hand.

 an abstract maze of orange
 cheesy dots all around him.

  still he runs from the ghost
 in the punchcard maze.

 the nine to five arcadian
 horror is what he fears most.

Premium Member top hern purty mitt

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Gallantry

Knights and horses, felling dragons
Aye dear princess here he cometh
Fighting injustice, shunning medalry
Brave warrior of the king is approaching
Abandoning good nature,gallantly nearing
He stoops but a fraction to gather his darling

Love On the Moon

alone isn't so bad
but how
when the sweet night breeze flows
look above to the stars
drift away
you are not alone
i am by your side
said "please take me with you"
we'll shine together
brightly shine the way through
love on the moon

Premium Member Reanimation Damnation

Quiet is the night, laid blight amid this infernal necropolis Loosely mantled soil, smother marrow of perished veneration Yet windows still aflame, a dormant witness to troth thirst Cold and stiff, until a shift, unearthed

We'Re Not Cool

We’re not cool
We’re in love.
We’re not looking for where we belong
We are free

We’re everything there is
To each other
There isn’t another
I’d want as my lover

You’re totally great
And my best mate
Still let’s be clear
And reiterate

We’re not cool
We’re in love.
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String Theory

Decisions - Divisions Ingenious inventions No will may stop the wickedest intentions Particle accelerate Universally formulate We are division Infinite density In the vacuum SPACE containing reality Holographic projection A myopic third dimensional vision

Enough

We used to love
We used to dance
But now it seems
We've lost that chance

So much has changed
So much is new
I only wish
I somehow knew

The stage is set
The curtain falls
And now it seems
We've lost it all

We move on
We keep up pace
As we try to hide
Every little trace

I Shall Wait For You

let the sun rise,
let it set in the west.
let the wind blow,
let it shake and rattle to the brow,
i shall wait for you.
as the seasons roll like a mill,
as love pearches in like a drill,
my love for you shall never change,
and even if our worlds will change,
i shall wait for you.

The Artist

The artist builds and reveals his dream
Of the women he paints
Each woman equal on his canvas
Each woman lovely
Each woman made on Sainthood
Each woman angelic

The Artist reveals the beauty of all women
His finished canvas is his desire for them




"Copyright (C) Mirassou 2008"

I Awake

I awake to find you gone
I awake with your smell on my body
I awake to find my memory flooded with you
I awake to wait for your return

When I dream you will appear again
When I doze you arrive to hold me
When you show your face to me
I will be at peaceful rest again

And as always I  Awake

Premium Member shez sit'n on that park bench

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Sex Workers

Late at night,
when the world is quiet,
they can plan to work,
to get what to eat.

What's funny,
they sweat the whole day,
but all what they get,
they spend them at once,
and then they starve.

Funny as they are,
my mum at home,
she nicknamed them,
a funny sweet name,
" I  eat all i get'.

A Single Shell

An egg’s hatched.
The eagle swoops in search,
For quarry to carry in its pick.

The shell cracks; emerges outwards slowly the chicks.
They shuffle tenderly with cautious steps and flicks.
The eagle smiles post a quick survey.

Finds one shell for both prey;
Flies away.


Poetry Form - Trois Par Huit

Broken

Something inside of me is broken, broken beyond repair. Broken into tiny pieces, each piece is a hurtful word you said, or a hurtful name you called me, or all the hurtful times you degraded me. I can never really put myself together ever again and the most saddest of it all, is that you didn't even really care.

Edge of My Eternity

Upon the terminator
I stood alone
At the edge of the world
Looking beyond
Life and measuring
All of its true value
Succoring my spirit

It was here in my hand
I held both lover and foe
In a moment of truth
Remembering the purity
Of our oneness
I felt almost complete
At the thought of you

Sweet Michelle…

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