BlameThePixel!

The fall of the soul.

Give me a call and i'll crumble;
sing me a song of love, and i'll thumble,
in deep depths of darkness,
where the sun doesnt shine
and suffering and pain combine
to make a glorious design
of rise and decline
in my soul.


Distant dreams.

Ruled by cruel demons
in a world shattered by war,
we long for peace and unity
of the empire, Rome at its core.


Farewell my saviour.

Grey skies of floating purple winds
swiftly move into ominous dark clouds,
breaking daylight.

Churchyard's sacredness overruled
by horned demons of human cloth,
breaking the spell.

In the sky I can see your image,
watchful eye, you stare at me,
breaking my body, born in secrecy,
a hidden light in maiden's womb,
breaking the night.


Searching.

The distance between us.
The world that parts us.
The time that seems forever,
and the end not in sight.


Enlightenment.

The red sun hides behind the horizon,
covering the lands in ominous darkness,
as we say farewell to the golden angels,
who left the world in darkness, and in sin.
We await what is to come.
A new race of gods and angels?
or will we find peace and solace?
In a paradise gained, but soon lost.

We look at eachother, waiting for a sign,
striking us, from the distant black skies,
a great eye, of white sun and we sigh,
her golden rays of light touching our bodies.
Inflamed by such glorious light,
we fall on our knees, and cry tears
of joy and hope, in what is to come
in this night of hope, and love for the One.

Floating from the sky she moves above us,
and her rays explode in billions of lights,
that lift us from the ground and earthrules,
to unleash our spirits, in the dark of the night.
And so we travel through the sky,
meeting, greeting, as we float by.
A happy smile of freedom, knifed
in our heart, no longer searching, never apart.

beautiful !

now some evil people will copy them and sell them for lots of money though :-(

lol submit to poetry.com and get scammed... but if u don't buy the severely overpriced book that ur poem appears in, then u only get scammed for the price of the postage to confirm your poem in the book

lol yeah bloopy, i heard about that too. I used to submit a few to some sites, i don't do that anymore now

Here's a good little poem, written by that great poet "Anon" lol:

Doctor Bell fell down the well
And broke his collar bone.
Doctors should attend the sick
And leave the well alone.