Deep Poetry

A heart is much like life strong or weak to survive can be whole or take a blow can be black can be red can be cracked or ripped feeling about dead other than your soul the heart will get you through and go A heart is much like life that is sometimes a drag there will always be a balance of the good and the bad Sign in to see full entry.

Sleep is innocent, sleep has a spell on us, It is wrong to be unconscious for too many hours; The destruction of dreams is inspired by battle, The battle of life has been gained by the unrolled eyes - We have woken up with unspeakable character, A necessary boulder to throw at dreamy lusts. Sleep is a conquest, but it maddens me in the extreme If the customs of the day are inhibited; Understand then the comfort of the cherished hours That the clock ticks from its hands and face. I am dumb if I... Sign in to see full entry.

Your footprints left behind in the sand but just like the memories they get washed away with every wave that crashes upon the shore now there's nothing here anymore that's left for you and me Everything that we use to share it is no longer there there's nothing here left to save so I just let go of your hand and walk the other way trying to forget everything you use to say With every dream that disappear's I wiped away many tear's trying to forget you now all that will remain is a love left in... Sign in to see full entry.

I saw you this morning; I looked into your eyes. If you only knew how much I hated you, I can see through all of your lies. Why do you hurt people with all your wretched ways? With your deeds and actions and all the things you say? You’d never say you’re sorry; you just dish out all the dirt! Why does it not worry you, all of those people that you hurt? Look at you! Arrogant and smug, no wonder no one likes you, You’re nothing but a thug! Good by and good ridden I’ll not be sorry when you leave... Sign in to see full entry.

In the cause of life when the waves of life seems unbearable look up to him the one and only reedemer. one who gives joy like a river that cannot be found elsewhere. His brings comfort and peace with the moon he brightens the night. where tranquility is found is sure to be his dwelling place. When lost, deep in painful thoughts, his touch could be counted on for. a reason to hope. For no penny he paid the dept you owed with an assurance of salvation. Sign in to see full entry.

A house built on water, island Fleet of cars, pretty ladies Hundreds of servants at beck and call Clients on queue to keep an appointment Your Honour! Thy Majesty! The special one Kids throwing toys, maids doing chores, wife doing aerobics A room filled with treasure, A table adorned with ornament. Oh! Men of great life Success, success, success What would he not do to have its name in the sand of time? Sign in to see full entry.

Does a man deserve shelter, Does he deserve food, joy, blessing, treasure, even his live. Does he? The world is really not about what we deserve but what we get. Not the name nor the legacy, but how we live and what is given. Men we all deserve the gallow. Worse; Abyss. But what do we get? A life of joy, happiness and more. Aye! Not a payback, not what we plant. If it were Karma, it shall be cries and woes unending. Just for our wickedness; fruit of mystery for our callousness. Maybe that's... Sign in to see full entry.

Go ahead. Here's your opportunity. You've been waiting to embarrass me publicly... For years. Haven't you? Well... You go ahead. Make a fool of yourself! And keep this in mind... Dishonesty will eventually, Come and bite you back... When you least expect it! So say anything about me you wish. I could care less! Sign in to see full entry.

The confused inner city kid had a gun. Another boy didn’t show him respect, so he shot him dead. The gunboy fled into a park, under a bush hid shivering in the cold rain. Now he was a hero in the eyes of other kids Sirens and voices, they have got him now. One bullet left, wished he was back home with his mum, thought of his options… a hero for all time? Sign in to see full entry.

I'm assuming Ruby is routinely savage, Not insane. She has such wicked-looking Teeth. She said that I should come For dinner. Without thinking, I agreed, But now I wonder whether she will feed Me, or I'll be the food. The men who've Been her lovers seem to disappear, or so They say, and, once, when we were in the Woods, she bit my ear. She bit it hard, And, afterward, she looked at me, and Said she liked my taste. I try to see the Good in things, and, surely, Ruby's sunken Eyes, and sable hair,... Sign in to see full entry.