Washed Beauty (An Acrostic)
Love emitting origin, beaming a faint
Yellow pink glow of light, and sweeps
Nips thorns of darkness: the debris of
Night that makes the world bitter harsh.
Adds scent and colour to a drab life,
Large-hearted, selfless noble being,
Eloquent figure of letters, as rare as
Xenon that makes the world radiant,
Astute, auspicious, fair and judicious
Nymph, a fairy with washed beauty,
Decent in styles modes and manners,
Efficient in discerning fragile hearts,
Removes always blobs of depression.
Lynn Alexander
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Depression Makes Me
depression makes me feel pain
depression makes me stupid
depression makes me feel low
depression makes me mad
depression makes me sad
depression makes me forget the world
depression makes me tensed
depression makes me lose self control
depression makes me hate everyone
depression makes me think over and over
depression makes me feel lonely
depression makes me think wild
depression makes me worthless
depression makes me sick
what does depression give me?
when it runs high…
it will make me die - rest in peace…
poem by Tashi Coote
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DEPRESSION Makes me.......
Depression makes me feel pain
Depression makes me stupid
Depression makes me feel low
Depression makes me mad
Depression makes me sad
Depression makes me forget world
Depression makes me tensed
Depression makes me lose self control
Depression makes me hate everyone
Depression makes me think over and over
Depression makes me feel lonely
Depression makes me think wild
Depression makes me worthless
Depression makes me sick
What does Depression give me?
When it runs high…
It will make me Die - REST IN PEACE…
poem by Annie Juliet
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Depression Makes Me
Depression makes me feel pain, Depression makes me stupid, Depression makes me feel low, Depression makes me mad, Depression make me sad, Depression makes me forget the world, Depression makes me tensed, Depression makes me lose self control, Depression makes me hate everyone, Depression makes me think over and over, Depression makes me feel lonely, Depression makes me think wild, Depression makes me worthless, Depression makes me sick, what does depression give me? when it runs high- it will make me die-rest in peace..
poem by Nathaniel Hayes
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Who I Am?
A shadeless tree with out fruit,
A thorn that pricks bare sore feet,
A stone that breaks brittle hearts,
A weed that multiplies its seed,
And scatters upon fair fertile land,
In each growing season.
Smoke that makes spheres sable,
A book with the contents erased,
A hand that stifles the fellow beings,
A sleeping lamp emitting no light,
An inventor of devilish devices,
A maker of trouble in each corner,
A being discarded from the Heaven,
A traveller unaware to the destination,
A vial containing no scent or perfume,
A flame that makes the world a hell,
Would that I have shown my worth,
And have added to beauty of the Earth!
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Depression makes me
Depression makes me feel pain, Depression makes me stupid, Depression makes me desperate. Depression makes me feel low, Depression makes me lose self control, Depression makes me pissed at everyone and depression makes me hate everyone. So, what does depression give me? When it runs high...It will make me DIE! Well its REST IN PEACE now......
poem by Cheyenne Riegsecker
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Depression Is
Depression is when your sad and alone
Depression is when you can't do it anymore
Depression is when all you do is cry non stop and no one cares
Depression is when all you think about is ending your life and giving up
Depression is a life full of hell and heartache
Depression is not a good way to live but when you deal with it all your life like I do it just makes your life miserable and a hell hole
Depression makes you want to cut up your arms, legs, and whole body and watch the blood pour out to make it feel good in life
Everything I go through since I was born makes me have depression and only gets worse as life goes on
Sometimes I get so sick of the depression it just makes me want to end it all and wonder if i'm better off dead
In general depression will never go away, you'll have it all your life regardless
poem by Krystal Shearer
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The Beauty Of A Poem
The beauty of a poem
The beauty of music
The beauty of light
The beauty of life
The beauty which makes us want to live life more
The beauty which pains us inside
The beauty in longing.
The beauty we come upon by surprise
The beauty of the day and the beauty of the night
The beauty we all have inside us
The beauty we can see and feel and never explain
The beauty that lifts us up
The beauty that makes us want to live more
The beauty that makes us reach out to God
The beauty we want to thank God for
The beauty of lilacs
The beauty of autumn leaves
The beauty of the people we love
The beauty that pervades life
The beauty that turns away from us
And will not let us be a part of it
The beauty we hold on to fragilely
As a driven leaf
The beauty the beauty the beauty
Oh life oh God of goodness oh death
The beauty we can never see
And the Beauty within us all
Oh God
The Beauty in us and Beyond us all.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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A wold made of pink
It's just a new obsession
A color which makes me go insane
Pink is not any kind of fiction
Pink always helps me gain
Faith, confidence and everything I need
Trust, joy and a bit of laughter
This color helps me succeed
Pink is the color of my eyes
Only when I look at you
Pink makes me an angel in disguise
It's the color which brings joy to me and my crew
Pink is a color so mighty, so great
Pink is the color my face
Turns when I'm late
Pink is the color which nothing can replace
It's the color which I can't stop thinking of
Neither day nor night
Pink symbolizes my love
Pink is the color of the light
Which shines in my heart for you
It's the color of a wonderland
This color shouldn't be withdrew
It's the color of my imaginary sand
Pink is the color my cat wants to be
Pink is the color of the sun which shines
Pink is the color the world can see
Pink is the color which gives me signs
poem by Mia Peterson
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Pink is my colour
Pink pants and rosy plants
Pink blouses, never failing to arouse spouses
Pink hot feverish lips
Passionate pants of pink
Love letters dipped in pink ink
You see! You see!
Pink is my colour
Pink is the sweet side of wild
Quite mild
Like a little lost baby child
Of all the colours compiled
Pink is romantic and disarming
All pink roses are ever so charming
Pink is my colour
The fruit juices I drink
Are always colour pink
With favourable odours
Igniting my fire making me desire more and more
Think! Think! Pink always links
With erotic pleasant stinks
Those flirty winks
Combining with pink
Creating an effect of kink, kink, kinky!
Pink is my colour
Refined or raw
Pink is my colour
And the colour of my door
Pink is my colour
And the only colour I adore
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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That One Blue Candle
(danny okeefe/vince melamed)
Turn out the light
Darkness makes me sentimental
Warm breeze wraps around us
And theres comfort in your voice
On second thought
Please leave on that one blue candle
Life reveals your secrets
And it gives my eyes a choice
All the shadows dance upon the walls
Love is all thats left to say
As the glow from that one blue candle
Softly lights the way
And tomorrow when the world returns
And the shadows of the night depart
Will the light from that one blue candle
Still be burning in our hearts?
By candle light
These moments slowly melt together
And well make love last forever
This time its only us
All the shadows dance upon the walls
Love is all thats left to save
As the glow from that one blue candle
Softly lights the way
And tomorrow when the world returns
And the shadows of the night depart
Will the light from that one blue candle?
Still be burning in our hearts
Still be burning in our hearts
Still be burning in our hearts
song performed by by Tiffany
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Scent of Irises
A faint, sickening scent of irises
Persists all morning. Here in a jar on the table
A fine proud spike of purple irises
Rising above the class-room litter, makes me unable
To see the class’s lifted and bended faces
Save in a broken pattern, amid purple and gold and sable.
I can smell the gorgeous bog-end, in its breathless
Dazzle of may-blobs, when the marigold glare overcast you
With fire on your cheeks and your brow and your chin as you dipped
Your face in the marigold bunch, to touch and contrast you,
Your own dark mouth with the bridal faint lady-smocks,
Dissolved on the golden sorcery you should not outlast.
You amid the bog-end’s yellow incantation,
You sitting in the cowslips of the meadow above,
Me, your shadow on the bog-flame, flowery may-blobs,
Me full length in the cowslips, muttering you love;
You, your soul like a lady-smock, lost, evanescent,
You with your face all rich, like the sheen of a dove.
You are always asking, do I remember, remember
The butter-cup bog-end where the flowers rose up
And kindled you over deep with a cast of gold?
You ask again, do the healing days close up
The open darkness which then drew us in,
The dark which then drank up our brimming cup.
You upon the dry, dead beech-leaves, in the fire of night
Burnt like a sacrifice; you invisible;
Only the fire of darkness, and the scent of you!
—And yes, thank God, it still is possible
The healing days shall close the darkness up
Wherein we fainted like a smoke or dew.
Like vapour, dew, or poison. Now, thank God,
The fire of night is gone, and your face is ash
Indistinguishable on the grey, chill day;
The night had burst us out, at last the good
Dark fire burns on untroubled, without clash
Of you upon the dead leaves saying me Yea.
poem by David Herbert Lawrence
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Depression Is
depression is my life without you,
depression is the darkness taking over the light,
depression is the thoughts of suicide
depression is isolation from the outside world
depression is where no one loves me
depression is where i have no friends
depression is where everyone looks at me and rolls there eyes
depression is.......
poem by Tashi Coote
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My Love Outshines The Summer Sun (Sonnet Corona)
(after William Shakespeare)
I
My love outshines the summer sun,
even stars in their remote twinkling light
and her eyes are more beautiful, each one
than the stars glimmering at night
Her cheeks is dimpled cute
her hair is an auburn crown,
her cheeks is rosy beyond repute
her hair is sun-shot twisting in a way of their own.
Her lips are more soft and warm
and her spirit is more mild
than a ray of light falling on my arm
or at times more free and wild
than birds where they fly,
my love is like the radiant sapphire sky.
II
My love is like the radiant sapphire sky
like the breeze rustling through trees
so lovely on my eye,
eager to please.
My love is like the summer sun,
like the blue hued sea
always warm and full of fun,
touching me gently
even when the darkness calls
and when time goes to its finality
like a star her light still falls,
my love stays true to me
in every thing her face I see
so gentle, sweet and free.
III
So gentle, sweet and free
my love lives her life
but I long for her to be near to me
in a world without any strive.
Like a lily prospering alone in the marsh
blooming pure and serene,
my darling lives unknown to a world harsh
out of control, away from the limelight scene
and in that rural place
her beauty is untouched by makeup,
filled with a sweet grace
and even in the morning when she wakes up
the sun is in her hair,
my darling is really fair.
IV
My darling is really fair
there are stars in her eyes,
she’s the most beautiful flower found anywhere,
her eyes are much more pure than the bluest skies.
When she smiles at me,
smiling tenderly,
I in her smile blessings see
as if love is there in all of its glory.
Still more so the bliss
that is caught in her kiss
that comes from the divine
which she is making mine
and sometimes the beauty makes her cry,
when the day flutters by.
V
When the day flutters by
with the sun setting red
you will find my love and I
where stars come out from bed,
then like a butterfly
the sun kisses the night,
touches the dark low and high
before it goes by with its last light
and she unloosens my tie
while we watch the full yellow moon,
while the fire in her eyes lie
sparkling, much brighter than the sunny afternoon,
but with a passing bat flying low she catches a fright,
while the stars are shining bright.
VII
While the stars are shining bright
like jewels in the sky’s crown
on a winter night
it has tranquillity, a beauty of its own,
her eyes are radiant,
as if aflame
lovely and brilliant
and of some she know the name
and something indiscernibly small
creeps into the very soul, into the heart
and of it that is all,
a smouldering, something with which we cannot part:
to me she remains the only one in joy and fun,
my love outshines the summer sun.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Moonbeams Ballade
Each night you boldly face the jury,
Perched high upon your heavenly throne.
Eloquently repeating your wondrous story
Of never-ending love in flesh and bone.
Giving listening earth a heart of its own
And a yearning for joys still unseen,
Pleasures remaining yet unknown.
Forever may your light glow serene.
Your presence makes no one sorry.
The somber owl has no reason to groan.
His musings from the limestone quarry
Only make his sublime design known.
By your majesty darkness is overthrown.
The romantic cricket sings to his queen
Whose beauty he desires to be shown.
Forever may your light glow serene.
Your soothing glow calms the night’s fury,
Giving every figure an aesthetic tone.
On my windowsill the gleam of your glory
And in my room your royalty overflown.
Every apple of discord you have shone,
By the waxing of your noble sheen.
The shadow of gloom and grief has gone.
Forever may your light glow serene.
High above our arch have you flown,
As you ushered in the Master’s routine.
There you reign enthroned on high alone.
Forever may your light glow serene.
poem by Albert Price
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Depression Makes Me Feel And Is
depression makes me feel hurt
depression makes me hurt
depression makes me feel sorrow
depression makes me feel sad
depression is when i lose the person i love
depression is when i feel alone
depression is when i feel like there is no point in love
depression makes me feel like nobody cares
depression makes me feel like i am worthless......
poem by Claire Bear
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MY Dark World
In my world I see it different then the rest of you.
I see evil withches casting an evil spell making us work or we will be there for the rest of your lives.
Evil warlocks messing with young maidens hearts so they can have there plesure of seeing us cry our hearts out so they can have their laughs.
Monsters crawling around to tear you down from a good life to make it a horrible day for you and me. Making sure your never happy in life there always under your feet to watch your every second so when you get at least one bit of happiness they can come out of hiding and make it a horrible situation.
Sharks prowling the waters so they can eat and survive this cruel world.
The blinding sun almost always out burning your flesh with its heat rays and trying to kill you every second of the day but we use chemicals to fight back and some of us like me try stay out of the sun and stay in the darkness to hide from its evil doings.
Horror stories telling you when you grow up your life is going to be a fairytale. But the only fairy tale is the evil is now taking over the world having fun torturing, haunting, and destroying peoples lifes. There are no fairy tales in my world to me a fairy tale is a horror movie to you. Horror movies are my fairy tale at least they are the only ones that tell the truth in my world.
In my world nothing makes sence its a dark mysterious place. your goal is to try to make it out of this madness alive. Right now I am trying to figure out which one to avoid. The evil witches telling me how to live my life or the warlocks trying to mess with my heart.
poem by Samantha Rogers
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Nightly Theme
Night time comes
So ending the day of others
Ending The Daylight I call Hell
The Darkness comforting me
The Dark sky shows its beauty
Infused Blue, True Black and gray
Mixed up to make the starry Night sky
The Night supporting how Antisocial I am.
Scaring the Fake, Hypocritical Humans away
Afraid of the reflecting dark sky
which makes them flee.
The streets clear, Quiet depressing
The Night knows me
The Night sky rewards me with its Starry sky
which I paint with my eyes and personality
The Night is my world, which I know and Love
The Stars are rare but show to shine as do I
Emotions and words are my only weapons at Night
Nightly theme
The greatest Theme on me
The time where I revile the true me
The world of Night has Darkness
Real people
Depression
Judgment
Devious activities.
Murder
The Greatest things during Night
Im never lonely, I have the Darkness
The Moon to keep watch
The touch of Gray on every object
and my Dark personality
The Red moon
The god of The Night world
watches as Murder happen
controls every event
gives and Bloody Murder aura
The theme I love to observe
The Night is my world
I die when I born when the Daylight touched me
and was reincarnated by the Night
Night Theme
Night
The Time karma is killed
The time all my sins are out
The time real People come out
Fake people run to hide
Night is my world
poem by Marcellus Watts
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My Pink Man
Pink is my colour,
wat wld i do without it, i wonder.
Pink is my mans colour,
which he aint shy to wear.
If u saw hm in hs pink shirt,
u wld definately kam to a halt, He is a total hunk.
I write lv letters to him in pink ink,
n watch his eyes blink
wen readin th letter in pink.
I love wearin pink blush,
coz wen he touches me my cheeks flush n i blush.
He gave me a pink rose
wen i wore my pink gloss
n kissd hs sweet lips
makin them turn as pink as my lip gloss.
Pink is th colour of hs door,
we'll slp on hs pink carpet on th floor
cz i wanna feel hs soft skin presd against mine 4 sure.
He is the one i live for,
he is th one to die for.
My pink man,
he's th reason y am nt a nun.
poem by Julie Njoki
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Depresion
Depression?
feels like a stab
in the heart.
feels like you cant breath.
Depression makes you want to say
'screw this world and all who inhabit it! '
Depression?
makes you feel like theres no one or anyone
will ever matter to you again.
Depression.
poem by Colt Parker
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Your Love
your love is what cleanses my soul.
your love is what makes me whole.
your love is what has taken me
from the darkness into the light.
your love is what makes this world bright.
without you we are like sheep
who have gone astray.
heading towards the wolf
and becoming its prey.
your love gives us purpose in this life.
because of your love
you made the ultimate sacrifice.
you was nailed to the cross
for all the world to see
that you took away our sins
and set us free.
christianity has spread through out
the world, and your love is taught
to every young boy and girl.
GOD took six days to create
this world and the universe
and all it contains
and nothing ever stays the same.
we cannot do it better or faster than he.
so for peace we must wait patiently.
but his love can be spread daily
for all to see, that with him
is where we should be.
poem by Louis Rams
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