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Hazel Vitatoe Poem
In the stillness of the moment,
I shudder at the sight
Capturing your soul,
in every flash of light
In this twitch of my eye,
I wink while you go by
You give a smile, then two,
I snap back at you
From the glare in this zoom,
they'll never forget my muse
Through these wonderful years,
you have even shared your tears
With a life of new beginning,
and darkness from the rain
We'll share these moments together,
until you're in your grave
Like two doves that are bound,
your memory will always be around
From the role that is kept,
in my shiny silhouette
A picture of you from my deft,
will remain in a box that is left
Copyright © Hazel Vitatoe | Year Posted 2017
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Hazel Vitatoe Poem
You said that it would be,
a work of art
that it would be,
your favorite part
Causing a spark,
that would be dark
Being a canvas in your world,
through these years, which I adored
has left me bitter,
with a scorn,
torn,
& worn
Now this forgotten scroll of paint,
has slowly become your stain
left in a corner only to haunt,
like a bad painting,
ripped apart
a paintbrush you broke off
never to wonder what may have been,
only to commit an artistic sin
A brand new start,
with something new,
with another heart,
a different view
A work of art!
Another fool!
Copyright © Hazel Vitatoe | Year Posted 2017
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Hazel Vitatoe Poem
Down the road is a place,
of a graveyard with vined-up gates
As two lovers, they stand and wait,
to bring others to their fate
His domination, chained by his side,
yearning to unleash what they hide
Bound together amongst their rot,
bodies entwined in a knot
Gruesome acts, which they commit
no one escapes their deadly grip
While he feasts on human flesh,
she grins and drinks from their neck
They come together in the night,
damnation for all, before daylight
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Hazel Vitatoe Poem
Heaven smiled upon Hell one day,
shining down a golden ray
Heaven does this every year,
to remind those who cry in fear
Every year, in this shine,
the Demons crawl out, and try to find,
a little taste of human kind
Demons cleanse their souls of disgrace,
while walking through heaven's gate,
for the demons' souls are not forsake,
Heaven forgives them one by one,
taking them from their hellish shun
Only for a day will heaven take,
a Demon away from Hell's Gate
Copyright © Hazel Vitatoe | Year Posted 2017
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