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Best Poems Written by Ryan Maroni

Below are the all-time best Ryan Maroni poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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The Scenic Route To Hell

I know I'm going to hell
for eating this forbidden fruit
but before I say my farewell
let me leave taking the scenic route

 

I want to see the ashy trees
and the hell birds flying by
the crimson lava filled seas
with the stench of death's tide

 

I got to death's black doors
as a man of Haiti let me in
the mighty Cerberus roared
while I was burned for every sin

 

And here I stand flaming hot
in a place with no love
my soul lay here to rot
with a demon named Beelzebub

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Frankie's Rocket

Frankie stood outside in the heat
Waiting for the sky to fall at her feet
She wanted to go past where the earth and sky meet
Falling for the sky her heart skipped a beat
 
Get into a rocket to get some space
So many miles into that outer place
She went way out there
But I wanted in
Lost the girl of my dreams
to the stars she had within
I know she set herself free
I just thought you'd wait for me
 
Frankie had a plan to fly alone
Now in outer space she is my home
Light years out of my grasp
Never thought that kiss was our last
As the smoke did clear from the rocket that crashed

Frankie I'm counting these stars for you
Lost my count around a million and two
Why did you have to leave this place
My girl who's alive in outer space

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Walk Inside Me

You taste like salted chocolate
That's a bitter sweet truth
I taste like nothing
Losing the scent of my youth.
You are walking on water
Miraculously you never sink
I am walking on egg shells
Feet bloody, mind filling to the brink.

Do I know you miss shadow of a ghost?
You don't know me and neither do most
I am your monster in the closet
The spider in your bed
I am sickness creeping in your head
Don't open the doors now
I promise it's too late
In every light found, darknes is the mate. 

I am trapped in looking glass
Stuck looking at myself
If these eyes could burn holes
I and me would melt.
Old bones never rattle
But old souls never stop
Just don't open the doors now
I promise it's too late
In every light found, darkness is the mate

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You Would Have Had To Have Been There To Understand

I was only ten
I've doubled since then
I remember all that happened
In a manic way, I can't help but laugh when
I think about the clothes line strung across the dining room
the family portrait that you made to be without you

We went separate ways, that's all fine and dandy
But couldn't you have checked in to ask about me
I know I said I didn't want for you to come around
but my emotions were a mess
Barely split apart and another stood in that grave now
I didn't want to see her and you know the rest
 
I struggled to survive, hospitals knew me by name
Are you amazed that I'm alive?
You should be, I had some close calls
Where were you for it all?
 
Counting change in a jar
You were living high and mighty
Threw your keys down in the bar
Can I say was a bit unsightly
I did everything not to be you growing old
As I sat in my room with black mold

I can wink with both eyes
and put my knees down when I eat
sick of trying to try to have you by my side
The blood only runs so deep
All I ever wanted was you proud of me

Until you want something stable
I'll be pushing on strong
Write me when you find time and are able
I have to move on

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Buildings

It's something in the architecture
I see a face
Clear as looking at a picture
It looks at me in this place

The walls, they see everything
People trapped inside the paint
Shadows see everything
Every heart that you did taint

I'm trying to free them
Tour all the walls down
Thought that we could be friends
But now no one else is around

A place a building use to be
Just stands, exposed, me

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This We'Ll Defend

Your not sure how you got to this point
You said it was pride
took the pen into your hand
signed that dotted line
Before your on your own two feet and stand
they say they can make you a man
In war the score is yours, was that the plan?
Keep your head up son, I'm sure you can
 
They say that freedom ain't free
Is that why every year I see
The young and the dreamy
impassioned by drill Sergeants screaming
This is life boy, give your life boy
just so arrogant people play life like a toy
ready to be deployed so someone else can enjoy?

 

This is not me, but written in blood for family
Never thought it would hit home directly
But you never know what you hold or what you got
until the trigger is pulled, guns shot
When the smoke clears
Best hope you reside
Hold your own, no fear
This is just stop one on a very large ride
 
Returning home and everything stayed the same
funny how one experience in life
everything in your eyes feels changed
but that's the knife or rather ripple
in reality and the dream we are instilled
while your smiling at home
someone's protecting you under their own will

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Pounding

As the knights march, further they go
they pound on the ground miles around
the other army balancing the flow
makes tremendous, horrific sounds

 

As swords did swing, guns were shot
they sent all lands into a shock
a hero schemed, while a villain did plot
neither knew that both would rot

 

The hero swung his sword
Whilst evil shot his gun
both settled their score
for at that moment two became none

 

The pounding stopped and all was silent
Why must peace come only after violence?

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Something To Believe In

When I was little I use to try so hard
To believe in magic and dreams
All existed in this world
That there was a good to be seen by all
 
Ever slowly though, you grow up
Every person grows different
Every view becomes expanded
The beautiful girl who sat next to you,
Became the wife who never left your side
The parents you wished would leave you alone,
You wish more than ever to be taken care of by them
You were raised to be a certain way,
Your children learn what you learned
 
Your world will become flipped upside-down,
As everything turns sweet as honey
There is always a lemon to be had
But if you handle it right
The juice still feels good dripping off your chin
 
You may lose a loved one
You may die first
As long as you lived or lived in them
It was all worth it wasn’t it?
 
Don’t ever let your memories fade
And don’t ever lose imagination
Believe in everything you want
Magic is as real as you let it be
 
Some people in this world have been taught
To bring you down
And if you let them you can fall apart
As long as you keep all your pieces
Then you have not truly lost
You learn and experience life

People are not all good
With every dream comes nightmare
And all magic is not light
Hearts may break and wars may start
The endings are all yours to write
 
So please believe in what I say
I will believe in you
That someone will hear me
And be kind to one another,
Let love into your world
Break down these walls built from fear
Tear through the hate and bigotry
You can change everything
You just need to start

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Life As I Wrote It

Doth if not thrill thee, Poet,
Dead and dust though thy art,
To feel how I press thy singing
Close to my heart? 

A boy of seven opens his eyes
he's dreamy and young
sees his whole life ride
the beautiful song first breath had sung


Now seventeen he knows it all
he has seen all it's strings
and stands quite tall
among the puppets and the pompous kings


Twenty five he has a lady
marries her so fair
together raise their baby
a love quite pure and ever rare


Fifty is when the madam died
the world tasted so bleak
as hard as he tried
his depression started to leak

 
Here's where it gets absurd
insane as it may be
that may not be the right word
but let me tell you of a man short of ninety

 
He's old and frail
a smell of mothballs in the air
as he tells his tale
from the beginning when his boat set sail

 
Right before this man passed
he realized what it meant to live
and how dumb he was in his past
and all that he would give

 
To have one new moment
one new sound
to live, grasp, and own it
and all that he missed while looking at the ground

 
I'll tell you this he heard something new
as his death began to ensue
he heard a million tiny bells
chiming his name in one last earthly farewell

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Our Best Summer

We had no cares
we had no cars
just ourselves, the night
and a fistful of stars

There were no problems
just four friends and a park
the initials carved there
to leave a small mark

Best times of my life
God if only I knew
they were gone in a whisper
as the wind blew

That's when it ended
as I sit in our park alone
three empty swings
in some park I had known