My Poems: The Offical Thread

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frozen rose

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Okay, I have decided to start a new, official thread for my poems. The first recent once was called 'Beautiful Midnight', which I hoped eveyone liked. Okay, here is a new poem:

Surrealism

Twist and turning,
Following the delicate road,
to this delusional place,
of which is untold.

The bizarre surroundings,
Like a Salvador Darli painting;
with clocks that melt into the quick sand of time.
Mystical, Twisted creatures,
Passing me by,
with deformed faces,
and hypnotic eyes.

My feet are tingling,
as I sink into the liquid ground,
all these surreal beings,
showing and demonstrating their way of life.

The water is a mysterious substance,
As I can see many faces,
From the old to the young,
Reflecting each other's expressions,
Some were petrified,
Some were gay,
Some where depressed,
And some were angered.

However,
This is only the beginning of my world,
This is my world,
My home,
My creation,
Surrealism is my destiny...
 
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frozen rose

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Thank you, Tanja. Here is another poem:

The Garden of Eden

Many people,
Talk about this myth;
Of the a beauty of a garden,
That is far from people's reach.
Some people talk about its beauty,
Being the most unique of them all,
With the blinding light within the gates,
That's got to be the Lord.

Fantasy creatures,
Flying and exploring the new planet,
Drinking from the waters,
Of eternal life,
Making them stronger, than our gracious souls.
The qualities of our power,
Is really unknown,
As we have already discovered the wonders of the untold.

Trees of luscious color,
Blowing in the wind,
As I look into the developing sky;
To the see the sun shine.
New animals emerge through the new grown bushes,
Reflecting amazing character,
This must be the bliss,
As God originally planned.

Now I sit here and wonder,
How God always trusted us,
To watch over his creations;
Like Adam and Eve once did.
Now I start to realize,
That God has always had our paradise,
Ready to be adventured,
Ready for us humans to evolve and progress even further.

The Garden of Eden,
The Paradise that was once made,
Now has no meaning for us now,
As it was destroyed long ago.
Anti-Christ came upon the two human races,
Pleading to taste the sweetness of a forbidden fruit,
Both Adam and Eve both knew they couldn't.

However,
Temptation got a tight hold onto the self-consciousness,
Telling them to listen to the Devil in disguise,
Eve was the first to try, and then came Adam,
Now the blessed Garden is locked away by its misleading pride.
All the living creatures, including the mythical ones also,
Now are driven away from the undiscovered home.
The Gates are guarded, still to this day by the Heavenly angels,
Protecting the paradise, from our lust filled souls...

Eden is no longer what it was,
All the mystery is dead,
Our lust for greed and money,
Have turned ourselves against the once paradise.
It's no longer what is used to be,
It's been locked away from our tempted hands,
God has hidden the home,
Of the legendary people,
The Garden of Eden is now gone...
 
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frozen rose

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Here is another one:

The Isolated Flower

Its petals are drawn to the hollow ground,
Melting away, into the winter storm.
Its color has faded,
Into the deserted blue,
As it feels like it is never to going to bloom.

Love has abandoned it,
Into the cold,
Never going to be revived again,
So it's told.
The flower has given up all hope,
As it is a goner,
No one like it,
As it's so rare.

No miracle will awaken it now,
It is too late,
To save this little flower,
Its life has only begun;
It's just a little baby,
The web has not yet been spun.

Through the wintry sky;
Snow starts to fall,
Freezing this delicate rose to death,
Not giving it a chance.
This is the rarest specimen of them all,
It's the isolated flower,
The last of it's kind.

Global Warming has taken over our planet,
Destroying everything in its path,
Like it's sucking the souls from every living thing;
This flower is now endangered,
It used to be the delicacy of all,
The red rose has now fallen,
Into its death bed,
Waiting for its last breath;

If it weren't for some of us,
This rose would've of lived,
This isolated flower has ended up cold,
Shivering in the hands of winter,
Enough has been told.

This flower has nowhere to go now,
It's the only one living,
The only one progressing to our everyday life;
Now I see it melting,
Like plastic in a hot stove,
Its figure is deforming into a dark move,
Everything is burning up,
It's setting alight...

Three days have passed,
The spring has come,
As I look around, I feel like the only one.
I come to the place,
To where the flower once stood,
To see a pile of ash,
The color of the blood red;

I start to cry,
As I now take it into account,
That this little flower had given up hope...
 
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frozen rose

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This is dedicated to Michael Jackson.

Behind Angelic Eyes

Behind those angelic eyes,
You have a beautiful soul,
That is untouched,
That is untold.
All the mentality that lies within,
Is the key to your heart,
Showing and opening the love;
That you posses and cherish,
Like an unborn child.

All your hopes and dreams,
All your fears and nightmares,
They're all locked within your soulful cries,
That you release from your angelic eyes.

The words that you speak;
So logic, so deep,
All your words are true;
Meaningful and believable.
Your life is heaven;
Your imagination is breathtaking,
Your songs are exquisite and pure.

Behind those angelic eyes,
Your hearts seeps through,
Revealing the light.
One of these days,
Something spectacular will happen;
Something so marvelous and true,
That people will be mesmerized.
All time will tell,
But the only thing I know,
That your eyes are the only reminder of your beauty;
That is begging to come out,
And reveal your innocence and purity...
 
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frozen rose

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This is a song that I wrote today for homework, and I thought I might share it. It's called 'Gold'

Gold

Verse 1:
Gold, one of the most valuable of them all,
Gold — the sunshine of the jewels.
All of the magnificent colours,
That shine through the eyes of the beholders;
Hanging on tight to their property.

Verse 2:
Detectives investigates the purity,
Discovering the unfolded secrets;
That live within the magical dust.
Techi-coloured masterpiece,
Renewing the light of the day…

Bridge:
Dangerous money maker,
Appealing to wrong hands,
Allowing their greed to grasp the mystical wonder.
Burning up the pound,
Selling the gold…

Chorus:
Hundreds of years have past;
Gold is still the mind stalker,
Possessing the beholder,
Hypnotizing the mind.

Flooding the river,
Of mythical souls.
Both humans and animals
They are drawn to the Gold…

(Digital Voice)
Gold is the master
Gold is the king of lust
Gold is the key to temptation
Gold, Gold, Gold…

(Thunderous Door Slam/End Song)
 
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ForeverMJLover2

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1: Nice song Fran very ncie I love it. 2:If Michael ever saw those lyrics and made it a song it would get popolaur. 3:if that happend I would def by the single and think *my best friend wrote thoose lyrics* anyway continue the good work with the poems
 
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