You don't really know the pain
You never hear the hurt, grasp for breath
See the torture through the eyes depth
Their face you tell beneath their silence
Ready to go, acceptance to death is easier
Than the pain of the world we leave
Through love we share times passing
We grow, drift away life of our own
Sickness all around, danger just partake
We die each day killing ourselves
Our souls, what hurt that it still cares
The evil from within darkness depths
Like woman scorned, revenge is seek
No responsibility, looking point blame
Everything we touch has word kill
Heart of one wicked as the next
We die, just to live or purpose walk
It comes quickly, comes lingering like a fog
Devouring flesh, eating from inside
Reaper, few steps beyond journey path
Its breath, breathing like constant wind
We know no day, death be certain
Our dying days, we live without thought withering away
To die for, to be or not to be
Or unto death our last breath to the grave
Lost in this simple game playing out a satisfying life
A partner engaged with me, never causing strife
Softly, we tremble together in the summer warmth tonight
Before I met you, I wasn't happy; alone in my own sad dim light
You're a beautiful cat; I am the mouse caught within your sight
I feel immortal holding hands; as the sun sets to benight
Vulnerable, all though knowing the space between us is airtight
I'm satisfied; for you are all I've ever wanted, finding it came at a more than reasonable price!
I don't need you to die for me; I need you to live life out with me, never, ever, thinking twice!
gold nose ring, piercing
heart with friendly freckled spots
died by suicide
Jigsaw puzzle smile
Ebony eyes long black stare
Sociopath laughs
Normaly ?
Normaly I want to kill myself
Not today,
Today I want to kill you
Take a chance
The chance that I am lying
That really
I really still want to die for your sins
Because?
This because there is no one to betray me three times before the cock crows
No crowd to take me to pilate to be sentenced
and no hill to carry my cross when she wipes my face full of blood
Just you
It is Just you who betrays me for three cocks
The only one to test and distract me
And I really don't want to die on your hills while you wipe my thoughts from doubt
So Take a chance
Take a chance that it is the rope over you.
“to die for”
the guns
that won
and lost
the great
war were
held in
the hearts
and hands
of the
same
god
A hungry cat
might pick at a rat
But she'd prefer to
feast on a fish
Whereas a dog
refuses 'puppy chow'
If he espies
some meat on a bone
As for me, I'm not picky
I'll eat what's put on my plate
As long as it's still edible ~
to Heaven I don't want to be late
Pink
asleep
on her side
feeding piglets
hungry at her breasts
motherly love in sty
on a bed of large hay,
amidst the farm hens,
in peace she feeds
gives life to
would be
ham
Written 15/08/2021
NA
Merse poetry contest
Malabika Ray Choudhury sponsored
new format 1 to 6 and 6 to 1 syllables
To die just for their honour
I use to think
The wicked can't sleep
At night
But I was totally
Wrong
They got their peace
Even at their atrocities
They are living comfortable
More than
The so call innocent ones
It no more truth
That they are troubled
In mind
Am sorry the table
Is the other way round
Actually we are the one
Who suffer
Who can't sleep
Who can't fight back
Who cant be happy
We are the ones
Who crys
Who panic
Whose life is in danger
Whose future is out of order
Yes we are the victim
And it is a shame
If we can't stand for our right
Is a shame if we can't
Fight back
It is a shame
Already to remain the way we are
Cos is obvious
On our faces that we are tired
To die just for their honour
The turret view tells of looming onslaught,
of grievous weapons our enemies brought.
The petrary and ballistae amongst the worst.
May their soldiers and their kings be curst!
We are outnumbered in bodies, not spirit.
Our will is strong, our resolve with merit.
We stand against what the battle may bring.
Together we fight for country and King!
Arm yourselves with long launchers and bows.
Archers to the bailey, ready the throws.
Armor yourselves with gambeson and shield.
Die standing, take no knee, nor otherwise yield!
The battle won, our praises to God we sing.
Today we rebuild for country and King!
Branches frosted in ice
Wonderland magic waiting in awe to thaw
Pink blossoms ready to surpass hibernation
Spring in their timeless steps
Candle wax waned
The Little Drummer boy back in his box
Wrapped in kind tinsel for resurrection
Illumination darkened
Nutcrackers remain
Shells of Christmas foreshadow and abandoned
Reality calls for beating another lonely retreat
Granny back at the nursing home
Outsourced happiness
Spoon fed dribbles ooze onto parched kerchiefs
The turnings of life confined to a wheel chair
Business fast as usual
Reindeers on holiday
Santa's temporary visa faded and expired
An immigrant nurse from foreign shores
Gives love and caresses
Crossroads once more
New Year is dawning to the spin of the earth
The token Jesus nailed and forgotten leaves
A silhouette on the wall
Another chance wasted
Forgotten resolve scripted in blood and in vain
Soldiers will march again for irreverent fortune
Guns frosted in ice
27th December 2019
Why is the choice always
To die for your country
Or to live for yourself?
Shouldn't it be
To live for yourself
As well as for your country?
To Die For
What would I die for,
if push came to shove.
What would I give
for the life of a love.
Would I be like John Wayne,
ride in head first.
Or like the disciple, Peter
and deny with a curse.
Do I cling to life
with such desperate pity.
That my soul is blind
to the pain in the city.
When it’s time for courage,
to stand or to run,
when I look for answers,
I find there is none.
Where is it written,
this question I brave.
Is the response I seek
in some life I save.
History is replete
with cowards that crawl.
Heroes of valor
who nobly fall.
Is death not honored
when given for all.
And cowardice condemned
when refusing the call.
As a man thinks,
so shall he be.
Shackled to chains
or striving to be free.
I wish I knew a solution
as I go about life.
As I enjoy its pleasures
and deal with its strife.
Is there anything I would die for,
a question I continue to ask.
A better question:
Is life worth living
if there's nothing
worth dying for.
DANIEL- 1/2014
Until I met my lucious lover
I was ambivalent about having another.
My last affair was bittersweet.
My arcane pain I kept discreet.
This one however is quintessence.
My desires awoken from quiescent.
Although I'm flamboyant, he makes me shy.
An intercessor I'll need, I know a guy.
He'll tell him how tactile I can be.
Sweet, loveable, passionate me.
If unsuccessful, I will consume libation.
Become an oblation by immolation.
Life enters love’s chat room for a date with destiny
13-12-2015
Hurts’ Somebody to die for
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