intense fire, death
anger pain, broken hidden
knowledge coexist
haiku by Archangel Lucifer
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Y..... Don't touch it
Have you seen a fire?
I mean a big one with high flames?
Any human touching it
Will suffer intense and lasting pains
Such is the law of nature
Nothing else could happen or be
Touching flames causes pains
Isn 't that easy to see?
Hatred is also like fire
It burns upon every touch
Pain is intense and lasting
Excruciating destruction, so much
Such is the law of nature
Nothing else could happen or be
Touching hatred causes pain
It is not difficult to see
And so is also anger
A blaze of uncontrolled heat
You touch it and bad burns
Are the only outcome to meet
Such is the law of nature
Nothing else could happen or be
Touching anger causes pain
It is not difficult to see
Lies of any nature or kind
Like smouldering ashes so hot
Touch lies and you suffer
Lies may seem ok but they're not
Such is the law of nature
Nothing else could happen or be
Touching lies causes pain
It may not be easy to see
Honesty love and kindness
Are like a cool breeze on a hot day
My boys, these laws of nature
Are here forever to stay
poem by Aufie Zophy
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Isn't this Heart Broken Enough?
Why must you tease me
Why must you hate me
Isn’t this heart broken enough
Why do you hate me
Make me take all your anger
Isn’t this heart broken enough
Why do kiss me
If your love is untrue
Isn’t this heart broken enough
Why did you pull the trigger
When you knew I was there
Why do you make me feel the pain
Of you not being there
Take all my anger
And all my pain
Turn it into
something I can gain
Now it’s the pain of a broken heart
Now it’s the pain of an unrequited love
Its pain of a heart shrouded in darkness
It’s the pain of this heart
It’s the pain in my heart
poem by Michelle Dickson
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Death, Anger, Silence.
For years I've been trying to evade it
And I thought I'd finally succseeded
But the blackness just keeps crawling in
deadly, angry, silent.
The road that I walk down is long
And I'm not really sure where it goes
But I keep walking, trying to hide
From the death, anger and silence
It starts out as a shadow
Nothing but a little blocked light
Except soon I'm surrounded; I can't get out
Of the death, anger and silence
As the shadow grows big, I become small
Blending in, hidden from one and all
To make myself seen I have to scream
And make death, anger and silence
I look around, I look around,
Trying to find simewhere safe
But soon I see, it becomes clear to me;
You can't stop the death
You can't hide from the anger
And you can't escape the silence
poem by Sasha Julia
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Slit the wrist and let it flow.
Hate and pain, feelin’ it in my veins.
Hate and pain etched in my mind.
Love and hate are all the same,
Life and death are all our problems, but you treat them as there mine.
Slit the wrist and let it flow! !
Slit the wrist and let it flow! !
Life and death are all the same in my mind.
Life and death are all the same,
Play with fire and get burned.
Accusations flying my way, will they ever stop?
Slit the wrist and let it flow.
Slit the wrist and let it flow.
Life and death are all the same.
Life and death, when will it end?
Anger and frustration all boiling to the top.
Vengeance and Violence seems to be the only way.
Slit the wrist and let it flow! !
Slit the wrist and let it flow! !
Life and death, it’s all the same.
Life and death, is it my turn yet?
Death is living again.
Death is bliss I will never discover.
Slit the wrist and let it flow! !
Slit the wrist and let it flow! !
Life and death, it’s all the same.
Life and death, a new fire is born.
Death is an eternal fire being blown out.
Death is being free from the shackles of life.
Slit the wrist and let it flow! !
Slit the wrist and let it flow! !
Life and death, it’s all the same.
Life and death, it’s our destiny.
Death is the only escape.
Death is the forth stomach of a cow.
By Ariel Morris.
poem by Ariel Morris
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Anger Is One Letter Short Of Danger
Anger is fire
It burns the soul
Anger is deep sea
Drowns one to death
Anger is a storm
Blows one
Out of the world
Anger is demon
Overpowers the mind
Anger is a virus
Slowly kills a person
Anger is evil
Brings one closer to hell
Anger is madness
Makes one suffer
Anger is an enemy
Destroys one slowly
Turns friendship
Into enmity
Always remember
Anger is
One letter short of
Danger
It takes its toll
Does not spare
A single soul
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Blood And Fire
I have spent nights with matches and knives
Leaning over ledges only two flights up
Cutting my heart, burning my soul
Nothing left to hold
Nothing left but blood and fire
You have spent nights thinking of me
Missing my arms but you needed to leave
Leaving my cuts, leaving my burns
Hoping I'd learn
Blood and fire are too much for these restless arms to hold
And my nights of desire are calling me back to your fold
And I'm callin you, calling you, from 10,000 miles away
Won't you wet my fire with your love, babe?
I am looking for someone who can take as much as I give
Give back as much as I need and still have the will to live
I am intense, I am in need, I am in pain, I am in love
I feel forsaken, like the things I gave away
But blood and fire are too much for these restless arms to hold
And my nights of desire are calling me back to your fold
And I'm callin you, callin you, from 10,000 miles away
Won't you wet my fire with your love, babe?
I am intense, I am in need, I am in pain, I am in love
I am intense, I am in need, I am in pain, I am in love
I am intense, I am in need, I am in pain, I am in love
But blood and fire are too much for these restless arms to hold
And my nights of desire are calling me back to your fold
And I'm callin you, callin you, from 10,000 miles away
Won't you wet my fire with your love, babe?
Won't you wet my fire with your love, babe?
Wet my fire with your love
song performed by by Indigo Girls
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Sylvia Is Dead
all the stages are for her,
she burned her head whole
inside an oven and she keeps the
riddles of the nine syllables
crisp, and firm, and creepy
that is sylvia's best
and look
here comes the rest,
they follow.
intense, so so intense.
painful death and deadly poetry.
my soul rises to the 7th heaven.
i, am, too,
intense, like, you, too, two, the
two of you,
intensity lost
recovered
in a minute or so, so so intense.
i feign death.
i still love to solve the tenth riddle.
the three monkeys are still with me.
they are so cute.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Blood & Fire
I have spent nights with matches and knives
Leaning over ledges only two flights up
Cutting my heart, burning my soul
Nothing left to hold
Nothing left but blood and fire
You have spent nights thinking of me
Missing my arms but you needed to leave
Leaving my cuts, leaving my burns
Hoping Id learn
But blood and fire
Are too much for these restless arms to hold
And my nights of desire theyre calling me
Back to your fold
And I am calling you, calling you
From 10,000 miles away
Wont you whet my fire with your love
Babe
I am looking for someone who can take as much as I give
And give back as much as I need
You know and they still have the will to live ah no
Cause I am intense, I am in need
I am in pain, I am in love
And I feel forsaken you know
Like the things I gave away
And blood and fire
Are too much for these restless arms to hold
And my nights of desire theyre calling me
Back to your fold
And I am calling you, calling you
From 10,000 miles away
Wont you whet my fire with your love
Babe, babe, babe
I am intense, I am in need, I am in pain, I am in love
You know I am intense, I am in need, I am in pain, I am in love
I am intense, I am in need, I am in pain, I am in love
And blood and fire
Are too much for these restless arms to hold
And my nights of desire theyre calling me
Back to your fold
And I am calling you, calling you
From 10,000 miles away
Wont you whet my fire with your love
Babe
Wont you whet my fire with your love
Babe now
Whet my fire with your love
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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Most Of What I Have Is
Anger, bull anger, dragon anger
Tiger anger,
Strong anger of twisters,
For the one I truly and truly love,
The desert and the volcanic ash
The ungiving, the unyielding
It is like,
A dead pond
Murky, brackish water,
It is the dwelling of
A porcupine-fish, just that,
It does not even swim
Or tried learning the art
Of swimming
It is my pain
This is my pain that I painted
On a piece of paper
One dark line in black
At the end at the rightmost tip
Is the red
Tip of iron-hot jagged-edge acetylene torch fire
It is aimed in my head in my heart
It is anger
That is angry to itself
And so everything in this pond dies,
The moss, the lilies,
The tadpoles the catfish the last catfish
Of this pond
Died the other day the frogs Stopped croaking since
The toads found warts on their throats
It is anger
A blizzard
Burst my eardrums
She may sing the songs
Of love to my deaf
Ears
Perforated Eardrums of anger
It is anger That keeps me alive
Its only desire Is to kill This anger this looseness
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Anger With Death
There was a thing called anger
that he didn't knew
untill one day
when death came to him and said
'this is not yet the time'
That was the day
after he jumped
from the 13th floor of a building
that gave him a broken spinal
that made him no longer able to move
his two legs and one arm
for the rest of his life.
Anger with death....
that's all he has
in his whole heart
....now.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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A Broken Heart's Song
A broken heart's song,
Starts out slow.
A confusion of melodies,
With easy flow.
Keys of a piano,
Play a sad tune.
But nothing compared,
To what comes soon.
Strings of violins,
Add to the gloom.
The broken heart's song,
Fills the room.
Confusion fades,
The hurt settles in.
As a Theremin's cry,
Creeps under the skin.
The pain is too much,
For the broken heart.
As the days go by,
The anger starts.
The beating of drums,
From hitting the wall.
The crash of cymbals,
As you begin to fall.
From confusion to pain,
To anger, now hate.
Guitars scream out,
As the music dilates.
Then suddenly it stops,
You remember when.
The broken heart's song,
Starts over again.
poem by Adam McKim
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Israel remains a foreign body in this large area, and it always proved that it is unable to coexist with this environment, because the, the scope of the massacres that it has committed does not permit it to coexist.
quote by Hassan Nasrallah
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Fire
To mean a time is special like putting on a fire,
The fire burns and churns into blasts of laughter,
It is cheering you on, wheeling around,
Causing anger, feeling grotesque,
So that fire relies on fire to be fire.
The meaning of work is in the flame,
The work is relevant to death, and foolishness.
It would not die, the fire does not die,
But while it traverses the area, we lie and fool
The other man, who leaves fire and keeps warm.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The House Of Pain
welcome
to the house
of pain...
rehab pain
driving insane
intense agony
dark legacy
of an instant
of an accident
all muscles
instant torn
in right leg
limp weep on
limp on pain
to recovery?
patchwork leg
green blue black
blue hand prints
bruised muscles
littering agony leg
from right buttock
down to bruised
ankle screaming
swollen sorry foot
pain body
cannot carry
pain soul
cannot endure
pain raw by day
screaming seconds
pain blasting
pulsating
twisted muscles
knotted knarred
internal fire aflame
locked in pain
wearing down
resolve unrelenting
weeks enduring
rehab pain
driving insane
intense agony
welcome
to the house
of pain...
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Flowing
Pain and Anger are the things
In which is flowing through my veins
Knowing that I am forever
Trapped in this endles web of game
Knowing that I'll never be the same
The lonliness you can not measure
For I can no longer bear
The pain I encounter as I stay here
Pain and Anger are the things
In which is flowing through my veins
But is that all that is there
I see a search for love which ends in Despair.
Let me know i am not alone
Let me know I have a place I can call home
Let me know that you are there
Please tell me I have nothing to Fear.
Pain and Anger, Flowing through my veins
Right down to the core
I dont know if I can take it anymore
Is there something else
Or is this the end.
Let me know I have a friend.
Am I loved or No.
Are you friend or Foe.
Do I have to go through this Alone.
I guess I do.
No one is here.
Because No one cares.
Pain and Anger are the things
In which is flowing through my veins
I dont know how long I can
Stay Sane
In this mindless torture
Pain and Anger
Anger and Pain
Tell me can you feel it
Flowing through your veins?
poem by Melissa Ferrer
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Downpour
Rain upon the air and ground beats that familiar
sound and with it silent hammers of thought.
The intense droplets of burden that steal and
distract the night.The anguish of day reflected
in the blackened puddles.Falling, falling do the
tears of battle.Falling is the emotional anvil
over many moments rinses the pain and dust.
Demons breathe out their windy brood scales,
tails, wings and hoods.Clapping streams of water
on the glass-agitated lovers in their bed,
turnsout that most enticing scene.The liquid
sheen lashing city and farm blinding all the
townies as they dart for cover.Drenches and
quenches thirsty soils in need, revives the
seeds, heaving wonders from the sky.
Commemoration of the dead coexist with fire
and mist.
poem by William Blackman
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Anger buried deep inside me
My anger is angry.
Its pain.
Its frustration.
Its irritation.
My anger is angry.
My anger is confusion.
My anger is past, present and future.
My anger's disappointment.
My anger builds
up and explodes
like thunder on
a stormy day.
Its fiery red.
Its envy.
Its greed.
Its temptation.
My anger's TOO angry.
Won't you please help me stop?
I'm a blazing volcano
that's ready to pop.
poem by Ricky Baker
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My Anger is Angry
My anger is angry.
Its pain.
Its frustration.
Its irritation.
My anger is angry.
My anger is confusion.
My anger is past, present and future.
My anger's disappointment.
My anger builds
up and explodes
like thunder on
a stormy day.
Its fiery red.
Its envy.
Its greed.
Its temptation.
My anger's TOO angry.
Won't you please help me stop?
I'm a blazing volcano
that's ready to pop.
age 13 going on 14
poem by LuRyza Penn
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Death
Death is a gift from heavens above,
Death is something you can not run from,
Death is something you can not regret,
Death is a wish,
A wish you might soon to regret,
Death can scare you,
You can not cheat death's design,
Death is not a game,
Death is something you might not win,
When you number is called you know death is calling for you,
Theres no pain, No more regrets, No more broken hearts,
Someday soon we all will die in deaths arms.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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The first dragon (sestina)
They went to find a thing that belched fire
a killer, a dragon what could it be?
To defeat it, to win they did aspire,
to set the people from its terror free,
it was huge as it could never tire
and where it went, there was only agony.
Those brave humble men were of all fear free
were like a mighty force that did aspire
to make men godly, as t no man should be,
to snatch from that beast it’s devouring fire
and to bring to it just death and agony
and in this quest they would not tire.
Yet all of the great brave men do aspire
to in the unknown find knowledge free
to test skill against the beast and to tire
to measure if plans full of follies be,
later to chance, to fight using its fire,
even in using if there is only agony.
They wanted the truth of its power to be free,
free to use in destruction like the strange fire
that came from heaven that fell in agony
that has the capacity to even gods to tire,
they constructed weapons that should be
the main goal to which warriors do aspire.
It may that other men could easily tire
of this overwhelming quest whose worth could be
not lovely high things, to which to aspire,
nor a guiding light sparkling over the free
but quenching of life by its terrible fire,
with it only acts of death and agony.
Then like destiny, which doomed in agony,
like the first discoverers of divine secret fire,
the beast would rise and in raving anger be
really ruthless and from tricks it will not tire,
its intimate knowledge would not come free,
to seek power in which men as fools aspire.
In pride anything to be, finishing foes with fire
while endlessly to be free they do aspire
while men tire in wars only breeding agony.
poem by Gert Strydom
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