The sky hides the night behind it, and shelters the people beneath from the horror that lies above.
quote by Paul Bowles
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter XLII: What Lies Beneath
beauty lies beneath
sense lies beneath
secret lies beneath
character lies beneath
rule lies beneath
mind lies beneath
past lies beneath
foundation lies beneath
root lies beneath
dark hole lies beneath
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Horror Race
As the dusk gave way to dawn
I was trekking on my way home and I saw
a lifeless body with flies hovering over it
The vacant eyes told a story
A story of horror and inhumanity,
The body would be there for days
On the Lagos Streets
Here I am in London
Watching the same horror race,
Teenagers totting guns
Felling young men under hails of bullets
In a horror race,
Rain of tears fall from my eyes
As I watch parents burying an eleven-year old
Killed before he understood the world
In this horror race
Mankind hides under religion,
He hides under all sorts of pretences
To commit atrocities
From Lagos to London to Kabul to Baghdad,
Mankind needs redemption from this horror race
poem by Martin Ayanbare Ayankola
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Give Me Dark Any Day
Darkness a shroud, created to blind
Light often leaves somebody behind
Dark is forever, faithful and true
Light often hides all the lies from you
You think light brings answers, no
Night does that, just so you know
Night is protective
Light, selective
Night is a comfort, a blanket, and friend
Light hides more lies and ways to pretend
Night is how you protect yourself
Light brings pain that you'd rather put away on a shelf
Watch as night appears as Light fades in the west
Now can you see why I like Dark best?
On that note, I leave you with this
Know that Night will protect you with a dark, sweet abyss
poem by Tori Alana
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My Beauty Hides
my beauty hides behind walls and lies.
she calls out but quites as the blade presses against my thighs.
my beauty hides behind mistakes and tears.
she smiles and pretends but she cant awake from her worst fears.
my beauty hides behind regret and envy.
she screams and claws because she wishes she was anyone but me.
my beauty hides behind broekn promisesand never.
doesnt she know i will always hide her forever?
my beauty hides behind never ending darkness and blame.
time flies but she wont ever be the same.
my beauty hides behind long shirts and tired eyes.
she use to be able to fly high and touch the skies.
but now my beauty hides..
poem by Julie Lopez
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Initial Attraction
What lies beneath the surface smile?
which you display to everyone?
The mask you wear to be in style.
What lies beneath is yours alone.
Does it indicate interest?
What lies beneath the surface smile?
And will I perhaps pass the test
enjoy your company for a while.
Is it a sign of practiced guile?
or simple act of self defence.
What lies beneath the surface smile?
Must I rely on my sixth sense?
My need to know grows more intense
I am prepared to wait awhile
to try and gain your confidence.
What lies beneath the surface smile?
(poeticpiers/20/07/2007)
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Beneath The Mask
Beneath the mask her wander lies
projecting an image for lovers eyes.
Such endless beauty my eyes behold,
under the mask she wears so bold
She hides behind her vain-full pride,
The twist and turn of storms inside.
She sits so still, so calm a girl
And guards with faith her hidden pearl.
Behold the mask covers her face
For between its cracks lies hidden grace
And beneath that mystic mask of wood
Lies secrets of a love so good
She needs to see through sudden glee
She needs not wear the mask for me.
In her glory I need to bask
For I love the girl who wear the mask.
Beneath the mask
There is a love and compassion
Inhibition and insecurities,
But there is also the girl I love
poem by C.F Francis
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The Hidden Poem With In Us
Poetry hinds behind the very tears we shed
It hides in the very pain we feel
It hides deep inside our locked emotions
When you feel confused there a poem hiding with all the answers
Poetry hides in the shadows that follow you around
It hides in the mumbling sound of our depressed voices
it hides in the locked up anger we all have
Poetry hides in the voices in our mind that is put on mute
Poetry hides behind the secrete window in our minds we painted black
But the thing about poetry is that it seems to be playing a game of hide-and-seek
But in reality it just waiting to be unleashed and told
It lies dormant locked up in chains we created our selves
We just got to let it free and let it tell its story
poem by Stephen Merced
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N4
my theory lives thru
as you have said it: these are all lies
lies and more lies
and you know them all to be lies,
but as you said it,
you begin to understand the truth
beneath these lies
a layer of grass
another layer of flowers
another layer of clouds
beneath is the niche
burying the nuggets of
my own wisdom, how i live my life
and justify it later
before God, shall all lies be
truths
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Penegyric
panegyric
Not a truth in the beginning
Not a truth in the ending!
Truth hides in suffocation,
As we are on the work,
Truth is not there.
Truth lies beneath actions.
Bitterness brings happiness
Night inaugurates lights in
The presence of darkness.
Dream begets strangerness
Likewise, sun making pearls of
Light in the heart of nights
Truths lie there though not truth!
I wonder and hate,
I envision and muse not;
Lies and truths mingle together
Likewise, I exist!
June 27,2009, ashu.
poem by Nasrullah Baki
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Hide-And-Seek
Someone hides from someone else
Hides under his tongue
The other looks for him under the earth
He hides on his forehead
The other looks for him in the sky
He hides inside his forgetfulness
The other looks for him in the grass
Looks for him looks
There's no place he doesn't look
And looking he loses himself
poem by Vasko Popa
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Silver Satin Wings
I dont mean to be bad, said the bubble headed blonde,
And it was probably true.
But what else can you do when looks are all people notice
And looks are all that they want, too.
And now shes sitting in the bedroom and shes crying
Now she lies beneath his silver satin
Wings cause she was never raised to know any better
Because he is the best thing she has ever seen
And papa said shes too cute for words
So she never learned how to speak
And mama said she dont need to read
Just a hot mercedes and a decent man that wont (spring a leak)?
So now shes sitting in the bedroom and shes crying
Now she lies beneath his silver satin wings
Cause she was never raised to know any better
Because he is the best thing she has ever seen
In school all she learned that talk is cheap
But looks they come for free
They said hey, why try and think girl, if you can smile
And get anything you need?
So now shes sitting in the bedroom and shes crying
Now she lies beneath his silver satin wings
Cause she was never raised to know any better
Because he is the best thing she has ever seen
She said sometimes theres this fear inside
That cannot sleep at night, though he is sleeping fine
And I used to like the way he talked
Before I knew promises were just other words for goodbye.
See now shes sitting in the bedroom and shes crying
As she lies beneath his silver satin wings
Cause she was never raised to know any better
Because he is the best thing she
He is the best thing she will ever see.
song performed by by Jewel
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Beneath The Skin
Beneath the Skin a caustic red river
Beneath the Skin corrosive abuser
Beneath the Skin genetic in rupture
Beneath the Skin all cold and hungered
Beneath the Skin a still born forgiveness
Beneath the Skin cell transfer in whispers
Beneath the Skin a lover cries murder
Beneath the Skin all cold and hungered
Beneath the Skin i wasted this moment
Beneath the Skin old undiscovered
Beneath the Skin another lies ruptured
Beneath the Skin all cold and hungered
song performed by by Queen Adreena
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Lost My Poems
Somewhere in the night a child cries,
A Losing soul someone weeps and someone dies.
No Wear to be found in the night, humanity hides.
Somewhere in the night, a soul screams, not mistakin a thing
As people fade and die, lost in dreams tryin to intervene.
Somewhere in the night, reality lives in people steal.
Somewhere in the night loneliness dwells, many people fell
As people die, no one cares i am telling you now so beware.
Somewhere in the night, one dies alone.
Somewhere in the night...
tryin to lived life depise tha anguish and fright i got to stay tight and hope we all reunite
Where is the light?
Copyright © ®2009, Christian B Guice. All rights reserved
poem by Christian Guice
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In 2003, I introduced and passed The Tornado Shelters Act, which allows local governments to use Community Development Block Grant funds to construct storm shelters in manufactured housing communities.
quote by Spencer Bachus
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Honest Goodbyes
Sink with the tide
Rescue me if you like
I'll be leaving it all up to you
Think how we tried
It's o.k. to be lied to
As long as it's only by you
People say to me it's best that we've parted
'Cause you know I'm better alone
Don't explain to me how you're so broken hearted
I'm too busy mending my own
Ending each night with such honest goodbyes
Such honest goodbyes for the last time
Honest goodbyes only work once or twice
They work once or twice
Then the rest must be lies
Late ever night the colours fade from the sky
And the music is gone from the moon
Standing in line for what used to be mine
What use is the rhyme with no tune
People say to me it's best that we've parted
And nothing is carved out in stone
It's such a shame how we're back where we started
It's late now and time that we go
Ending each night with such honest goodbyes
Such honest goodbyes for the last time
Honest goodbyes only work once or twice
They work once or twice
Then the rest must be lies
The rest must be lies
The rest must be lies
The rest must be lies
The rest must be lies
The rest must be lies
The rest must be lies
The rest must be lies
song performed by by Bic Runga from Beautiful Collision
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Love Hides
Yeah
Love hides in the strangest places.
Love hides in familiar faces.
Love comes when you least expect it.
Love hides in narrow corners.
Love comes to those who seek it.
Love hides inside the rainbow.
Love hides in molecular structures.
Love is the answer.
song performed by by Doors
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In Memory Of The Unknown Poet, Robert Boardman Vaughn
But the essential advantage for a poet is not, to have a beautiful world with which to deal: it is to be able to see beneath both beauty and ugliness; to see the boredom, and the horror, and the glory.
T. S. ELIOT
It was his story. It would always be his story.
It followed him; it overtook him finally—
The boredom, and the horror, and the glory.
Probably at the end he was not yet sorry,
Even as the boots were brutalizing him in the alley.
It was his story. It would always be his story,
Blown on a blue horn, full of sound and fury,
But signifying, O signifying magnificently
The boredom, and the horror, and the glory.
I picture the snow as falling without hurry
To cover the cobbles and the toppled ashcans completely.
It was his story. It would always be his story.
Lately he had wandered between St. Mark’s Place and the Bowery,
Already half a spirit, mumbling and muttering sadly.
O the boredom, and the horror, and the glory.
All done now. But I remember the fiery
Hypnotic eye and the raised voice blazing with poetry.
It was his story and would always be his story—
The boredom, and the horror, and the glory.
poem by Donald Justice
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I'll Be The Girl
I'll be that girl,
who hides her fears...
I'll be that girl,
who never shows she is in pain...
I'll be that girl,
that cries herself to sleep every night
I'll be that girl,
who everyone thinks is stupid...
I'll be that girl,
who is a hero to others, but never has one of her own...
I'll be that girl,
who never breaks hearts but has hers broken all the time...
I'll be that girl,
who will end her life, when no one is around...
I'll be that girl,
who hides from everyone...
I'll be that girl,
that wants to die deep down but won't say anything...
I'll be that girl because,
It's the only one people will accept me for... the only one they want to be around...so that's me.
poem by Kupkake Kisses
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Night Roamer
That hateful sun
With rays that burn and blister
With light that wakes a sleeping world
A peaceful world
And once awoken
The fights break out
The war spreads
Because of that hateful sun
I am a creature of night
Night is when I roam
Beneath the moon
I am my strongest
The stars comfort me
The dark soothes my burns
The night flowers
Bloom at my touch
The Nocturnal
Are my people
And when that sun shines
It hides my stars
Covers my moon
My flowers sleep
The creatures of my kingdom
Flee with the fading darkness
Only to reappear at
Twilight
That sun
With rays of fire
Slowly kills
poem by Autumn Winds
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Colours
Why do people use colours?
To define were you belong
Gang colours are so mundane
Why not use them as intended
Red for the rose
She holds so dear
And so close to her heart
Blue for the hope
That only lies
With in your soul
Green for the beauty
In Mother Natures
Brush in life
Black for the beauty
Of night laden sky's
We view from our heart
Yellow so bold and bright
That dances on fields that
Sends golden rays of sunshine
In our lives
Brown for the cookies
Mother makes
For us to gorge with glee
Grey that hides the shadow
That we often try to hide
Purple for the beauty
That hides the colour pink
All these woven together
A statement from god above
In rainbows of colours
That touches our heart and souls
Isn't that what they are intended for?
To be held in our dreams
Now and evermore
poem by Kaila George
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