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Treasure Michael Poem
The sun now sheds tears,
Making the sky, less fenced
Inputting in me, strong hell
Harvesting on earth, ill sense
I was a snapping camera,
Now I am the major general
Making the problem my sitting throne
Housing with me, odious loans
I advise with great caption,
Making you believe my fake action,
And causing your heart to be well textured
The pains now are not to be mere mentioned
If your heart was a ball,
Then I have kicked it to the wall
If joy was water,
Then I have stained it with what I utter
You say, "love is blind"
Now it has gotten your heart dined
Now I made you sit and cry
Cry and you hope to see the light at last
I have caused your heartbroken,
Afflicting and making you more sodden
Now I miss you and even your cuddles
I plead, yet it seems like great mumbles
It is all my fault,
But I waited and fought
Yes I said your heart tastes like salt
Now it seems Peter prays for more preys
It seems I am here to prey
Forgiveness, at last, I pray
Your heart, have I slain
Your trust, have I stained
Our beginning was a tale
Its future bills were my taste
The presence now is so much a distaste
I hope to grant you peace at the tail
I have caused you, a lot of havoc
Hindering down, all your handwork
Putting you in a detrimental plight,
Now you hope to see the light
To you now, I am a Jericho
To my territory, you are the feitico
All of these, a nightmare scenario
I wish to wake up from such an impure role
At first, your heart I proposed,
State of Tranquility is supposed
Happiness, we hope to uphold
But now, our love is dearly opposed
I have made wet the floor,
Now I must be at fault
Happiness, I hope to bring forth
Although, I promised but I flopped
I fought, now I broke my limbs
My wisdom to you now dims
Now you look at me and my sins
And say, "I shouldn't have loved you the way I did"
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Treasure Michael Poem
The pride of the world,
have we stepped on with great hatred.
The whispers of the words,
have they buried in their various tunnels.
We no longer recognize their garment,
stabbing them greatly while they lament.
They hope to beautify on earth their fulfillment,
Yet they are severed greatly with blandishment.
Women, the salt of the earth.
This have we seen,
yet we see nothing to be felt.
Then when are we going to recognize our sins?
Women, the key to every development.
though, a fabric are they so soft.
Agreeably, they are the main ingredients.
Without them, we are seen to flop.
Why must every good thing be torn?
Why must their heart be insecure?
Why must we show to them epitome so impure?
In good, why must we pay back bad in return?
So soft have they been seen,
Captivity have we sown on them.
Now they hope to get not to the scene,
swiveling their blood away from their flesh
Why have we destroyed their ecstasy?
Bringing to them great enmity,
portraying to them odious entity,
now they hope to be in a state of tranquility.
In concord,
we say "end the violence"
Violence against women,
idolize their presence in great intense
And leave on their heart lusty essence.
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Treasure Michael Poem
Baba Suwe, in juncture of despair,
Thy joke stuns away distress.
Concocting in hearts lusty intense.
Now, we sleep when thou walketh to the dark deep realm.
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Treasure Michael Poem
Abc to the P
Servitude, will I flee
Captivity, I sue.
All thanks to poetrysoup
Like a lion,
I roar
With the Iron,
I roll,
Poetrysoup's throne,
Will I stand to withhold
In the berth of little pen,
Lost in the depth of sinful den
And falls on the lanky route.
Sighting above, poetrysoup's root,
I cruise like a soldier in his lusty hood.
In the emptiness of proficiency,
Dying in the bed of nonentity,
And finding not the aid box.
Agreeably, it caused the brain's burst
For my name, poetrysoup stood and faught
Now I stand I say "I live to find no fault"
Once again,
Appreciation to poetrysoup's stunt.
THEME:Appreciation
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