Poems I put together
A Poet Forgotten
Remember me as I am,
The rose without thorns.
A blackened and broken flower,
nothing else but a faded memory
a memorial of a forgotten poet.
I got lost amongst the muses,
and their noses and nods.
I became the muse amongst the musing,
the poets and their wordplay.
I became the poetic vein,
a bleeder of poetic format,
a sinner to my muses.
A poets whisper on old paper,
untouched,
unchanged,
forgotten over time.
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I'm Nothing More
You might like it if I was shady like you.
I’d become something more than just a shadow,
more than a blackened rose going crisp.
I'm a horrid thing laying limp in the sun,
leaving my perfume to lingering on the wind.
I’m more to you than this shady rose bud
laying in your unforgiving hands,
Waiting to crush me.
Lift weekend
forgotten by time,
wilted,
crusted,
and rotten.
Life has no need for shady affairs,
me forgotten.
I’m nothing more than a
Shady Black Rose.
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Her Beauty Kills My Mood
My Love For The Sun
The night moves with her,
and her shadow scratches on the walls
leaving a wound inside my heart
I’m watching it bleed out before me.
A beauty with a darkened heart,
she lurks on the edge of the night.
I can't help but to love her eternal shade,
her beauty kills my mood.
Like the full moon
she becomes a God to my waves
washing upon my shores
with her shadowy form.
Lucide beams streak from her hair,
spelling out upon my Plutonian shore.
Watch her beauty beaming before me,
like no other have I seen,
such beauty as she beams.
A falling star
without a sky,
Watch her fly
now she’s landing on my shores;
gracing my presence with her beautiful mystery.
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