Motal Dark 2

Dense the spit no call at all has been from all claws monument at vast to turn about vision.
It's from gross death with it splash doomed of clashes dash past for moist.
The thirst that cursed amongst lives died in fire.

In those eyes be through teeth people always even me saw defeat when to speak to protect
the identity.
They flee in sake of peace health is weak bleeding deep in the soul.
It is to the core the more streaks going through my flesh.
I am at the desk pencil writing again under here.

I descend to transcend many at the end.
The door opens to a fiend now it was trouble begin.
The destined at most lost sought to nothing breaking shallow graves.
Its ace of spades to play the cards right well didn't today.

I am to not disgrace of days given away a stray paste building blocks of clay though hidden
in space without taste.
The dark erase humanity of stay brilliant at the bay foreshadowed grey
anyway not bruised by the day.
It's in the order of things to wait doomed of it if may so continue.

It's the case to strive for better ghost as lay seen causes of a vortex that hits the
land to cause terror in the face of death.
Those who's to help no one belongs dead wrong humans play glazed.
This of a shield of iron head straight to slave about pay.
It's every week to mask eternal hate after here all gone fake everything
everyone falls including us.

The dust mirrors broken folding sense the dawn of time had out shine a land of worlds
called them known as humans.
The deceitful they tea pool bag themselves over hell oh well.
What is to come?
The end swell captured inside of a shell to tell a story of a legend.

Who once was on this earth called sprawl?
In the four walls with blood is dripping from them simple as a gun blood triggered.
The sadness is it the lost?
It's done as it would come to this sentence yet.

Then again at the lines at the bottom far to seek the top down back
to the bottom once more again.
Then again laps win spleen it sings tunes of happiness then soon no light.
It's here back in the dark to fall apart.

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30 Responses to “ Single poem ”

  1. josh jenkens says:

    Amazing piece

  2. Leann says:

    I’m 34 with four adopted children and I love watching them play and reminiscing my childhood that went by way too fast

  3. Leann says:

    I’m always finding different ways to cope through poetry and improving my writing skills but I love this piece you shared

  4. Brandon Mann says:

    thank you

  5. Cheryl Strait says:

    Thank you all very much.

  6. Mary Cheyne says:

    I identify with many of the sentiments in this poem. I like the practical aspects of being female but need to be outside. Iris difficult to be view as something other than fitting the mold.

  7. Elizabeth Pinkhasov says:

    Oh my gosh! I didn’t expect so many people to reply to my poem, thank you SO MUCH!!!!! It brings me so much joy that a young poet like me can inspire people of all ages!

  8. Lola Green says:

    Wondrously done!

  9. denton says:

    wait who’s poem are we talking about

  10. Zipper Wheel says:

    Short poems are brilliant and difficult to master. The greatest talent is saying more with less, saying more than personal experience, saying something irrefutably human. I should practice this more myself, but I find it a greater treasure to me to create lyrics than to free myself and others with beautiful concise truths.

  11. Megha Chatterjee says:

    I think that such poems can beautifully say a lot of things that cannot be verbally explained to people. The way your friends or relationships hurt you, a pen and paper and a poetic mind can reduce your pain. I love the power of poem writing process..

  12. April Duboce says:

    Angelique, this is bold, descriptive and beautiful. I am very sorry for the pain you went through and are still experiencing. I was raped for 4 1/2 months after my amputation. Stay strong, keep writing and know you are loved by people you don’t even know. You are a strong and courageous woman, deserving of kind and respectful love. I pray this happens for you. I will try to upload my poem about abuse to my page. Sending you hugs, strength and love.

  13. April Duboce says:

    Stacy, this is beautiful. I hear and see the meaning beneath. To heal together with this wounded bird. I can tell you have an incredibly loving soul. I wish I could meet you.

  14. April Duboce says:

    Michael, this is so very special. The love between a son and a mother is different, yet strong. I’m thrilled you had such a wonderful Mom. Your vulnerability and the integrity of this poem tell me enough about your character.You ARE a good man

  15. Merton Pajibo says:

    Thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to read my poem. I appreciate your constructive criticism.

  16. Kristina Karki says:

    Can you guys rate my poems?

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  18. Kellie Parks says:

    Incredible ! Good job

  19. Aisha.Hasan says:

    This was great

  20. Aisha.Hasan says:

    Would you read my poems. Merci


    The poem Tortured Soul is poignant to torture the reader’s soul!

  22. Stephen Brownfield says:

    This is a heart felt piece and speaks to my soul, as it makes me feel you soul.

  23. Ross Mitchell says:

    Thank everyone who commented on my poem, but with so many liking my poem, how did my poem get knocked down to 3 instead of a five

  24. MK says:

    I am a new writer, but I’ve been old. I’m great at writing, so I would love it if everyone would help me by rating my poems.

  25. Sara Naquin says:

    Love it!!

  26. Sara Naquin says:

    Love it!! I like how you expressed your words. Your very much heard!

  27. Ayushi Srivastava says:

    Thank you everyone for your appreciation ..I am a student so I am trying to improve my writing skills.

  28. Ayushi Srivastava says:

    Hey! I wrote it..don’t try to do that

  29. Leyla Ahmed says:

    I love this.

  30. Raven Moonshadow says:

    No you did not. Not this one. I have my intellectual property rights reserved.

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