poésie Article: i hope

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i hope

posted by chattycatty

i cry all night
scream with fright
cause my monster is ready to come out and in to my life

the nightmare has just begone
know one will live through the night
people will run but they will not be able to hide

i look at myself turning into it
i see the claws
i walk up to the streets scaring people to death

they run and scream but i tell them its me whats so scary about me
they say who is this monster whose the monster what happend to the person

they run in fear screaming crying holding there bébés screaming out the door
please dont go i saw my Friends and family leave for that will be thee end of me this is what i think of me.

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chattycatty this is what i really think

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Bittersweet Breakup

added by animefreak7

Source: Me

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Imagination

added by irena83

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Stopping par Woods On A Snowy Evening

added by fanfly

Source: fanfly/Robert Frost/wallpaperbase.com

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poésie

added by Lovetreehill

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poésie

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Friendship poem

added by Lovetreehill

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To a Madonna par Charles Baudelaire

posted by Lovetreehill

Votive Offering in the Spanish Style

I want to build for you, Madonna, my mistress,
An underground altar in the depths of my grief
And carve out in the darkest corner of my heart,
Far from worldly desires and mocking looks,
A niche, all enameled with azure and with gold,
Where toi shall stand, amazed Statue,
With my polished Verses as a trellis of pure metal
Studded cunningly with rhymes of crystal,
I shall make for your head an immense Crown,
And from my Jealousy, O mortal Madonna,
I shall know how to cut a manteau in a fashion,
Barbaric, heavy, and stiff, lined with suspicion,
Which, like a sentry-box,...

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Anna May cloche, cloche, bell

posted by TDIFan960

Anna may bell

My name is Anna May Bell. And as toi see I am only three.
Mommy Look what daddy did to me, he called me names
Of hate. But Don’t Blame daddy, it was me. He a dit it was
my fault his job came to a halt. He took me for a ride toi see
he a dit “Come we can go. All of us Three.” Mommy a dit No
she would l’amour to see how much time we spend with out
bickering. We took a ride to see the trees. Little did I know
That was the last time toi would see me. We stop in front
Of a big oak tree. And that is where toi strangled me.
Spitting out word of hate. Mommy a dit toi were a saint.
But I see you...

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Friendship Poem

added by Lovetreehill

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MEANINGLESS

posted by juicyjossy9

I don’t know just why I’m here for
I want plus than words can describe
I’ve been deprived, can toi believe it?
My whole world has been falling apart
And it keeps falling apart all around me

This is how toi picked me
And got me high

I’m drinking all from the tears toi cry
I’m breathing on every breath toi sigh

I don’t wish to know my ending
I just wanna know when I’d begun
Wanna know when I’ll be gone
Wanna know where it has all started from

Feel like I am spinning
It feels so much like I’m spinning
Spinning, spinning and spinning around

Feeling like I am spinning
Around the summer and the...

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MY LOCKED FEELINGS ~ poem ~

posted by tiny_princess

here`s a new poem that is written par my humble key board ...

~~ My Locked feelings ~~

My miserable life may effect on what might happen

Those memories are plus to be like an ultimate weapon

My sharp-knife words are surrounded

With a mixture of feelings

My life is crowded

No way to start healings

After Searching for years

Walking for miles , &

Facing my fears

To find the higher truth … My rights !!

Am a normal girl

With un-usual Rebelle Harte

Am a strong pearl

That never falls apart

...

Isn`t it strange?!

To analyze different personalities

Hoping to arrange

My UN-none nationality

Then, a sudden moment...

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Autumn Sonnet par Charles Baudelaire

posted by Lovetreehill

They say to me, your eyes, clear as crystal:
"For you, bizarre lover, what is my merit then ?"
— Be charming and be still! My heart, which all things irk,
Except the candor of the animaux of old,

Does not wish to reveal its black secret to you,
Whose lulling hands invite me to long sleep,
Nor its somber legend written with flame.
I hate passion; intelligence makes me suffer !

Let us l’amour each other sweetly. Tenebrous Love,
Ambushed in his shelter, stretches his fatal bow.
I know all the weapons of his old arsenal :

Crime, horror, and madness! — pale marguerite !
Are toi not, like me, an autumnal sun,...