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Michael Soto Poem
Make way for all to see;
The beauty in which I'll love to be.
The things that live inside my head;
My mother's gift that she has shed.
The colors and glory I see within;
Emerging towards my very skin.
Warmth of fire and the sun's galore;
I love my eyes, but no one can love them more.
They help me see,
They help me be,
But when I read this, I start to cry,
And that's why I wrote "Ode to my Eyes."
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Michael Soto Poem
While the bodies are piling one by one.
Mother is scared, but calm.
Now look at what they've done.
Father is hurt, but they think they won
Mother makes me hold her palm,
While the bodies are piling one by one.
My family is weak and they are done.
Killing people like a time bomb.
Now look at what they've done.
Everyone is done with the "fun"
Now it's time to rise up with mom,
While the bodies are piling one by one.
Germans shooting with machine guns;
America is here to stop their bomb.
Now look at what they've done.
We are trapped, nowhere to run
My mom tells me to stay calm,
While the bodies are piling one by one.
Now look at what they've done.
Copyright © Michael Soto | Year Posted 2015
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Michael Soto Poem
The eye of the one who gives you hope.
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Michael Soto Poem
The acrid sight of my inner soul;
The unjust punishment I release when bored.
The wrathful fist I unleash to all I despise.
Along with the belligerent eyes I use for demise.
I am ballistic like a tornado,
An earthquake from the roots of my feet;
Along with the crater I form with my finger,
I destroy you, but make you linger.
The Raving face I show above,
I show the face of Armageddon and the voice of Satan.
The anger of the soul, the anger of MY soul,
IS THE ANGER THAT WILL ERASE YOU, UNTIL YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A HOLE.
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Michael Soto Poem
I sat beside love and felt her hand;
Her passion put a barricade on my mouth.
I just couldn't come to tell her;
She became too demanding.
Love's silk smooth skin;
Her perfect imperfections.
Her cooking is phenomenal;
Before stale as stone.
Makes me wonder if she knows...
I found another Love.
Love, tugging back and forth;
Which do I choose...
My Mother always told me,
From her past experiences... Love is like oil...
It can be destroyed in seconds,
But can take a lifetime to recover
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Michael Soto Poem
THE LOVE OF MINE
IS NEVER ENDING. THE LOVE OF YOURS IS A
LIE, WHILE YOU ARE WITH THE OTHER GUY. ALTHOUGH YOU
ARE HESITANT TO SAY YOU LOVE ME, I WOULD ALWAYS LOVE YOU AND THAT
IS THAT. THE LOVE I GROW FOR YOUR BEAUTY EVERYDAY, IS A WATERFALL THAT
WATERS MY BOUQUET. THE LOVE FOR YOUR SKIN GROWS TOO MUCH, LIKE VINES
LATCHING TO THE WALL. YOU ARE MY WALL; I CAN’T SEPARATE FROM YOU AND
ALL THAT YOU STAND FOR. YOU ARE THE PLASTER THAT HOLDS MY WALLS
BECAUSE WITHOUT YOU, I AM NOTHING, BUT RUBBLE. I AM THE
DISASTER THAT EVERYONE FLEES FROM, BUT YOU. YOU
ARE MY VERY HEART AND SOUL, AND I LOVE
YOU FOR THAT BECAUSE WITHOUT
YOU, I AM NOTHING, BUT
A HEART WITHOUT
BLOOD.
Copyright © Michael Soto | Year Posted 2015
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Michael Soto Poem
The blessing from the gods;
The stares of my allies.
I fight to help the flawed.
I kill the ones who take my prize,
And look deep into my enemy's eyes.
And if they ever try to be restored,
I will kill them with my iron sword
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Michael Soto Poem
Diamond sword, head on a silver plate;
The sun is setting through my Mother's face.
No longer interested and turns her back,
If I dare to show her my silver plaques
Trophies thrown, bombs in the sky;
Penetrating my heart until Dad is home.
No match for the sudden force,
while the sun is setting through my Mother's face.
Roses black and Angels hung;
Through the garden I find my hope.
The perfect rose, as bright as gold;
I pick it up; the survivor of the cold.
I raise it, love it, until drowned in love;
My Mother comes and destroys it all.
I try to show my golden plaque,
but.... it's hopeless
The sun has set through my Mother's face
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Michael Soto Poem
Stood tall, separating the army;
Day after day, protecting the valley.
Innocence against guilty, all they see;
For they know nothing of what they seek.
Buried underneath my people,
Feeding us from year to year;
The most delicious taste, I've ever tasted.
Rain and rain, all day until wasted.
Sometimes it is bright, for her mood is happy,
But her heart still broken inside.
The days she is happy, I feel mother is safe;
For she saved us and I returned the favor.
The sun is the warmth I feel inside,
When mother is sleeping with pride;
That all her children were loved greatly,
And buried she was, beneath their safety.
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