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Cracks

A long log time ago
When I was bright and new
I thought all the world was good
And evil far and few
But now as I have grown with age
I know the horrid facts
The world is not a perfect place
It's filled with lots of cracks
Some cracks filled with terror
Others filled with death
Many crawling with dark beasts
That steal away your breath
Caverns full of darkness
Streams of flowing blood
Chambers where the inoccent lie
Naked in the mud
Demons run amuck here
In the place we call the world
Where log ago the angels flew
And inoccent children twirled
That joyous place has burnned to ash
In a thousand roaring fires
And in the ruins of the flames
Run murderers, thieves, and liars

poem by Anonymous Ghurl
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The World Is In Pain

This world was once as bright as gold
With happy people young and old
But then as the people tell
To the evil goodness began to sell

The world wasn’t as bad as it is
With people’s tears coming out as rain
It wasn’t filled with darkness
It wasn’t like today - The World Is In Pain

And as the darkness began to prevail
So says the story tellers tale
From bad to worse, and worse to worst
It felt as if the whole world would burst

The world wasn’t filled with all sorts of crimes
With all the people going insane
The world wasn’t filled with killers and bandits
It wasn’t like today - The World Is In Pain

Now evil is ruling and angels are dieing
No truth is there and the people are lying
And as the truth is overpowered by lie
Over all places the dark clouds fly

The world wasn’t filled with lies
With search of truth ending in vain
The world wasn’t filled with darkness
It wasn’t like today - The World Is In Pain

poem by Vidushi Khera
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Heaven N Hell! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! : (

A place of wonder,
A place of grief,
Where float angels and demons.
Flowers n flames surrounding em,
In a place they call HEAVEN n HELL.

Heaven is like sweet surprise
While, OH! Hell is where torture rise
Heaven blooms with happiness n wise,
While hell craves for revenge n cries.

A lovely place, many say,
With faces beaming day and day
I'm dying of misery, many cry
With dark faces and tear soaked eyes.

Angels gaze at heavens door,
The evil sneer of demons that stroll.
Darkness fails to conquer heaven
While light captures hell

Happiness starts from heavens door
While hell is filled with grief n more
U cannot escape the misery in hell,
While heaven is a place free from spell.

poem by Harshika Ram
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A World Yet Saved

When | you look at me...
...here's what I see:

a world without hate,
a world without fear,
a world without hunger and sickness and sin.
a world full of love,
a world full of cheer,
a world full of plenty and healing and joy.

When | God looks at us...
...here's what He sees:

a world stained with bad,
a world stained with wrong,
a world stained with blood debt of many a man.
a world filled with filth,
a world filled with soot,
yet a world saved by naught but the blood of Jesus.

poem by Landrey
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Dreams

If only I could set
Sail off to a world
With no pain
Just a place to be free
Where my mind can roam
A place where my family can
All sit and enjoy a smile
Where the day is calm and the night
is filled with serenity
I often dream of this place
where the nations at peace
and no need to say goodbye
where solider are home
and thieves are in doors
I dream of a land of perfection
a place of love and belief in god
so I set off into the sky
and mount up high
as I look down on the land
but as I go to join
my alarm buzzes and the sun raises
I begin to yawn and the noise
is back the siren flare as
chaos is in the air
so with my suit strap on I jump
back into this world the same
and a mind filled of dreams

poem by Robert Roberts
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The Day Began Well

At mid-day when the darkness fell
did you not see those demons from hell?
Did you not hear the bells ring out
and the weeping angels wail and shout?

Before the darkness this was a happy place,
people wore smiles upon their face.
Then came the dark and the churches filled,
goats stood shackled to the windowsills.

An ill wind blew down the town’s main street,
the silence was broken by a deafening bleat.
An inherent sence of evil, dread, and gloom,
brought no peace of mind this afternoon.

From different directions voices could be heard,
preachers shouted their God filled words.
In makeshift churches the repentant cried out,
whilst hymns could be heard amid their shout.

It was as if they knew that the end was nigh,
hopelessness and despair filled every eye.
With sinister foreboding in their thoughts and heart
the darkness demons tore their souls apart.

poem by Orlando Belo
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The Evil World

The evil world is like hell with human life,
So for almost every man beats his wife.

No place is worser than a life in a cell,
Except for eternity with demons in hell.

The evil world is filled with worthless life,
Yet life is sometimes worth living.

At night I lay in my bed
Wondering when is everyone dead.

Yet the evil world is like hell:
Evil conquers most human beings.

Without light or good the human race
Will seize to exist.

You must fulfill the life of man.
The evil world is like hell with human life.

poem by Tamika Taylor
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Place In This World

Words: michael w. smith and wayne kirkpatrick
Music: michael w. smith
The wind is moving
But I am standing still
A life of pages
Waiting to be filled
A heart thats hopeful
A head thats full of dreams
But this becoming
Is harder than it seems
Feels like im
Chorus:
Looking for a reason
Roaming through the night to find
My place in this world
My place in this world
Not a lot to lean on
I need your light to help me find
My place in this world
My place in this world
If there are millions
Down on their knees
Among the many
Can you still hear me
Hear me asking
Where do I belong
Is there a vision
That I can call my own
Show me im
Chorus

song performed by by Michael W. Smith
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Livin' In A World

Children are called the future of an adult world
They are born with spirits so innocent
Til we teach them how to hate
Add to the world's confusion
We teach our kids rules
That we don't adhere to ourselves
Right or wrong
What example can they take
The people we learn from
Forge the ideas we become
Living in a world they didn't make
Living in a world that's filled with hate
Living in a world where grown-ups break the rules
Living in a world they didn't make
Paying for a lot of adult mistakes
How much of this madness can they take
Our children
Children grow to become our young adults
Problems of the world
They must learn how to confront
Doing drugs and joining gangs to rebel
Colors show they belong
To the social override
Cause they're living in a space
They feel out of place
Living in a world they didn't make
Living in a world that's filled with hate
Living in a world where grown-ups break the rules
Living in a world they didn't make
Paying for a lot of adult mistakes
How much of this madness can they take
Our children

song performed by by Janet Jackson
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Remembrance of a Child

This poem is written for all children taken from this world by rape and abuse.

Remembrance of a Child
By: Adam M. Snow

Remembrance of a child,
born tender and mild,
not an age past eight.
Such innocent filled eyes,
this world despise,
now lying in this grave.

She would laugh and play,
every night and every day,
with that smile upon her face.
She could light up the world,
when she danced and twirled,
now her essence is broken.

She never done no harm,
with her joyous charm,
now her essence is tainted.
She didn't deserve what she got,
yet the people soon forgot,
how she died in vain.

Taken from home by a family friend,
raped and abused, soon would be her end.
Now tarnished and left for dead,
cold and alone she waits,
as the world berates,
now naked and afraid, she dies.

Remembrance of a child,
born tender and mild,
yet taken at a young age.
Such innocent filled eyes,
this world despise,
now lying in this grave.

poem by Adam M. Snow
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Unknown

The place like twilight
Parting between sleep and thought
Not quite across the threshold of unconsciousness
In its door way
There I stand
Allowing adventure to grand

The place where I can go
No one will know
It is thought, and I control
Where I rule over despair and hidden depths
Finding it filled with Ghosts, Angels,
And alluring beauity

Couriously watching
A constant parade
Filled with the choice of people
And things of the imagination.
The power that I have
Above lust and infatuation.
Will I allow myself in wishful sin
Or the innocence of, , ,
Hello, , , , I love you
And to say that without remorse or restraint
Your acceptance, taken with a smile :)

The place where I can go
Without my influence of my control
Come would you..
Come would you, , to hold my hand
Mine lock into yours,
Yours in mine
Lashing our fingers
To Feel warm connection of companionship

Touching softly is more invoking
Presenting me with the feeling of your absence.
A drifting world,
Filled with color, music and wamrth
All is left behind that can distract...
Us
Would you come?
Come along with me...

To depths of unchanging peace..
Venture with me
To those places
where I have not yet.......
Dreamed

Howard Johnson

poem by Howard Johnson
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Friday`s dues.

I was in a dark place,
On a friday night.
Raining hard on the sky.
-Grey world!
Long way from carefree times.
I was in a dark place,
Looking for an answer.
Being run out of town
By white-siuted men.
Who couldn`t give a ken!
I was in a dark place, only
Just then.
You didn`t want to know.
Thought i had become indestructible
Like twenty-one again.
Oh! , time to go.
See you in another place.
With a different face!
Rain still coming down.
Running for my car.
Looking for a real saviour!
In a world of stars.
In days gone by
I would have laughed at this
Inconsequential lie.
Oh my! ,
How time changes the skyline.

poem by Peter Vealey
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Darkness! !

I am alone in this dark room
waiting for the sunlight to appear
but its obvious it won't
i am living in a dark world filled with dark people
the sky is dark the houses are dark
my life...........is dark
who am i?
well they always call me the queen of the dark
because i am a dark person as i write this i realize
the sun should not come because i love the dark
i breathe it, i live it, i smell it, and feel it
so i say to the sun stay where you are
because i love my life filled with darkness

poem by Tyreesha Smith
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A step from the darkness

A step from the darkness, into the light
The dark pulls me back, but I chose to fight
The dark is bad, it’s full with harm
It can make you feel at home, with its darkness charm
But I’ve been there for too long, and it’s time to get out
So darkness back away, and hear me shout
I let the light take me, it’s a better place there
Filled with fun and laughter, and people who care
So light lead me to good, take away the bad
I wish to be happy, not always sad

poem by Lisa French
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Everywhere in the garden flowers grow in bright colours

Everywhere in the garden flowers grow in bright colours
and in this small paradise the last winter wind blows,
when the air is filled with the smell of jasmine and gardenia
and with each other we are without talking somewhat familiar
when the other world of work and worries is reduced,
when we hear doves sing their songs of love,
when the sun like a red ball returns to its resting place,
when sparrows watch us from tree branches
and the evening star and the darkness comes suddenly
but still we are smitten with each other,
with something intimate in each moment
when the moon hangs red brown
and the I find in you a resting place for my heart,
some joy and happiness in a world full of pain and sorrow.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Reversed

An angel without mercy
A demon filled with grace
A saint becomes consumed by greed
A child without a place

A mind without a thought
An action without reason
A forest filled with naught but death
A year without a season

The innocent become guilty
The guilty lose their flaws
The just begin to break the rules
And felons follow laws

A rhyme without a poem
A lyric without song
A small issue affects the world
What’s right becomes what’s wrong

Our world has always had its flaws
But now it seems it’s cursed
And one day soon will meet its end
Now that everything’s reversed

poem by Macklin MacKenzie
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Hi There, Outside World

Hi there, Outside world,
It's been a while, you see.
I've missed you lots, and tons, and much,
And we all know you've missed me.

Hi there, Outside world,
Come inside and stay a while,
No one will know where you've gone,
In here, from the world, so vile.

Hi there, Outside world,
Aren't you curious where I've been?
Don't you want to know everything,
Like why, and how, and when?

Hi there, Outside world,
It's much better inside of doors,
No noises, or sickness, or hate, or death,
Here there's only peace, no wars.

Hi there, Outside world,
Wouldn't you love to get away?
Just leave them there, Forget they care,
Just come inside and stay.

Hi there, Outside world,
We can be friends, just you and me,
We can sing, and dance, and talk,
And for once, we'll both be free.

Hi there, Outside world,
That world is a scary place,
Wouldn't you rather a nice warm house,
Where evil leaves no trace?

Hi there, Outside world,
Come live with me, my dear,
You'll never go another day,
While cowering in fear.

Hi there, Outside world,
Please don't ask to leave,
I need someone to stay with me,
It's lonely, you'll believe.

Wait, Outside world,
I can convince you, you'll see,
Just stay here for evermore,
Leave those people be.

Outside world, I need your help,
Don't leave me here to die,
It's sad, and I feel alone,
In my spare time, I cry.

What's that you say, Outside world?
Leave my house of sadness?
Go with you to your outside place?
My word, now that's just madness!

Listen here, Outside world,
I'm never welcome back,
I've left there once, and can't return,
Of that, I'm sure as fact.

Silly little Outside world,
You say I'm missed a lot,
How could that be, Outside world,
If I've never been sought.

I see all, Outside world,
And I know they do not want me,
I'd rather stay here, in my mind,
Than live amongst the happy.

I fear I can't, Outside world,
This house is all I need,
I know it's meager, and so dark,
But, I must live my creed.

I swore an oath, Outside world,
That I should live in here for ever,
Never leave, Never be,
With or without endeavor.

I keep my word, Outside world,
This place is where I stay,
I never can go back, you see,
I've gone too far away.

Goodbye, Outside world,
I really enjoyed our chat,
I'm sorry to hear you have to go,
Devastated, at that.

So long, Outside world,
If I never see you again,
Tell the world what happened here,
Don't let it happen to them.

poem by K.N. Sheldon
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The Power Of Terza Rima

I am one who has known sorrow
It's become more of an identity than a burden
Like being filled with despair with no direction to go

I don't know when
This came to be
I've forgotten

Because now this is me
And I'm overtaken by this dark, this night
Overtaken by a darkness in which I cannot see

But also by a darkness I can feel, creeping up, inspiring fright
But I see it's all connected, weaved together in a way
What use is my intelligence, my reason, my sight?

My world is now the reason I inveigh
My world is a place that is sad and fey

poem by David Knox
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Jewel.

Adorned by sparkling snow
Glittering in the window
Are the eyes.
They peer into the skies
and dream of a place
Where there is no perfection
And everything they consume
Is not a confection
Where not everything blooms
With the purity of innocence
Were there is no nonviolence
And no consistence
Of smiles
From adults
As if they were a child
And their eyes glitter
With the bitter innocence
of not knowing death or strife
and all the rest
where there is killing
and money is the root of all evil
and the world is filled with it
where silence about guilty pleasures is so loud
it beats the noise of innocent dreams
of parents being proud
of their children
these perfect glittering sparkling eyes
dreams of a place full of lies
Staring at the moon
While on the other side
There are pairs of eyes
That cries
for a place to hide
A place of perfection
nonviolence and youth
Where youth really does mean innocence
And the innocence blooms
A bloom that will bloom forever
and you will succeed in every last endeavor
and each endeavor will be filled with good intentions
and each good intention benefits every one
and everyone helps eachother
And there is no such thing as the death of
A sister or mother.
Where money is the root of all evil
and there is none to be found
Where the truths of hapiness will be expound
Where every thing you eat will
be a confection
and there is no such thing as
a political election
where when you peer
Into the eyes of an adult
There is no eruption of corruption
Where there is not diversion of perversion
but belevolence and innocence
past a point you can not measure
and they are not just seeking pleasure
a pleasure that is hushed by silence so loud
it beats the noise of a parent beiong proud
these eyes so dim
That they can barely swim in hope
so small in size
wishes and prays for a place
that is void of lies
wether it be the glittering, the dim
the one that can barely swim
they each have a jewel within them
Wether it be the proud, the loud
the silenced, the hushed
each have a jewel growing that can not be rushed
when this jewel is fully grown
they will be able to make the decision on their own
wether to stay home where they are
or venture out very far
and switch places so they can be
what they consider truly happy.

poem by Melissa Ferrer
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When The World Changes (Envelope Couplet Sestets)

When the world changes from what it was before
when men grow to the duties they exist for,
things do become very much better still,
when people have freedom of their own will
when the world does not anymore know war,
when the world changes from what it was before.

When the world changes from what it was before,
when a young couple each other do adore,
when a kiss is filled with special bliss,
words, acts and feelings do not go amiss,
we have the capacity to become much more,
when the world changes from what it was before.

When the world changes from what it was before,
changes from a place of only death and gore
when an honest sincere man governs a land,
places all of his people in God’s strong hand,
then much better things are always in store,
when the world changes from what it was before.

poem by Gert Strydom
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The Black Flames

In a dream, a dream, a dream
I walked through a raging fire
With flames the blackest of black
I felt no cold nor heat by their touch
But the eyes, the eyes watching me
I felt a feeling swell and die
Saw the world in full horror
In decay and demise and death
The world is a dying place
Filled with hate, envy and greed
Upon which the blackest flames
Dance, rage and scream
With a horror they scream aloud
Like a banshee calling
To death, while death is watching
I walked through a wall of fire
Where the flames were black
Darker than the night or shadows
All the while I felt nothing
Nothing but the eyes upon me

poem by Matthew Holloway
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