Pride: Sweet Glory, Steep Fall by Potential-Poets, literature
Literature
Pride: Sweet Glory, Steep Fall
me
a reader by trade
a teacher by day
an artist at night
quite confused, my plight
a lover by noon
or when I'm talking to you
a thinker always
and I'm counting my blessings
persuasive and narcissistic
gay, but not in the full sense of it
tender and kind
but vain sometimes
not quite right
because I build myself up to such a height
needing to change
and not knowing the way
or not wanting to recognize
that I drove her away with
pride
sweet glory
steep fall
A Holy Palmer's Kiss by Potential-Poets, literature
Literature
A Holy Palmer's Kiss
By the moonlight, by the sea,
I heard you call out to me
Like a distant jungle beat
Getting louder as we meet.
But reaching the crescendo
Proved to be so bittersweet
Since our fickle Fates maestro
Chose, quite suddenly, defeat.
A passing glance, a lingering look
Thats all we had but thats all it took.
With a palmers kiss, we parted.
Ending what we both barely started.
Im not a delusional wrecker
Nor do I have any plans to be.
And I wont ask you for forever
Coz I dont believe in Destiny.
But I believe in you.
And I believe in me.
And I believe in us...
And all that we co
I sway like a koi into an ethereal pond
Fabric flowing in an enigmatic stream
Hair contorted within waves of ballet
As words ascend to boil at the surface
Limbs flutter in a desperate inundation
Lips quelled and cried nothing but bubbles
Life submerges with turbulent convulsions
Light cascades against the overwhelming deep
Cerulean pulses throughout the oceanic cosmos
A quivering soul among the nautical enigma
Once a tellurian, now merged with Davy Jones
A perpetual acquaintance of the briny deep
Pulling Heartstrings by Potential-Poets, literature
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Pulling Heartstrings
My heart is frantic like a rampant storm
Aching with desire that rumbles like thunder
Its pace is harmonious like the steady rain
The rhythm caught within the tempestuous winds
This outburst of longing shrills my consideration
Confusing my rationality with meager fantasies
But the essence of this affection numbs my misery
And my senses muffle from the intoxication of lust
Adoration is a shroud for the minds wants and needs
A coat fashioned with silk and satin of enticement
This yearning drowns reality with hopes and dreams
Leaving sensibility to suffocate within the fog of passion
In The Arms Of The Angels by Potential-Poets, literature
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In The Arms Of The Angels
In The Arms Of The Angels
When I wished my end would be near
The angels voice I did hear.
The day was dark and rainy
When they came to save my sanity
Listening to the radio I was,
But wait, there was a pause.
In the traffic there of.
The angles were there when I was young
Though it may be hard to believe for some.
See they were there,
In the moments I didnt think I could bear
Through the torture.
In the fear.
With the emptiness.
In their arms, the only comfort I feel.
Throughout the madness.
In the night.
From the wreckage.
Came light.
When I was falling to my death
They were there to catch my breath.
When th
I chase the moon to evade the sun
I reach for the stars, but fall to the earth
I stand in the rain and wait for the thunder
I only dream of hope, yet perceive in reality
I walk on glass just to hunt the silence
I slash the tongue so as to appease the heart
I examine the smoke to be burned by the fire
I implore the heavens while screaming from hell
Its the fool that lays in the briers
While regarding the day in dream
Gazing to the butterflys wings
Wondering when the rain will come
Its the fool that sniffs the poison ivy
Thinking it would smell of roses
Skipping merrily through the patches
While scratching at the swollen hives
Its the fool that falls in love blindly
With heart and soul in either grasp
Presenting them both with open arms
Believing the receiver has clean hands
This world, it festers with the mold of humanity
Life, once prolific, now splattered on the sidewalk
Aimless innocence expires on the unbiased boulevard
Consuming the faith and security of a trusting nation
This putrid existence vomits from the fabrications of trust
Hope is no more than a bullet in the heads of the valiant
No one is allowed clemency, not from the demons of Humankind
Not in this jungle of civilization, not on these streets of America
As I kneel down at your grave,
I feel cold as the same
time I feel warm.
My head is spinning with
feeling, at the same time
my mind is racing with questions.
My eyes feel wet ,but are dry
as I fores back tears.
My heavy heart keeps my
motionless body, weak.
I miss you ,Papu, and all the
things you do.
Two Lovebirds
Two lovebirds
Sitting on a perch
Side by side
Wing to wing
Feathers are as
Bright as the sun
Faces with a touch
Of lightly colored red
Kissing each other
With their orange breaks
Eating their food, mixed
With seeds and nuts together
Stroking each other
With their red-yellow heads
Ruffling up each others feathers
Gently with their beaks
Two lovebirds
Who love each other
Two lovebirds
Who never want to be apart
Do you know what friends are?
I asked you yesterday
No, I do not
And then you turned away
Do you want to know what friends are!
I cried out in alarm
Yes, I truly do
Friends are people that will never do you harm
Friend will laugh with you, cry with you
They'll even share your pain
Why do they care so much?
Because friends are like a stain!
Friends will stick by you
And never leave you alone
They'll help you right your way
And make your future your own!
I want a friend
But they'll never see.
You already have a friend
And that friend is me!
You're always right,
And I am wrong.
You always fit in,
I do not belong.
No matter what I say,
You argue.
'You are so closed minded!"
Then what are you.
I know what I talk about,
You just insult me and say I do not.
I try to explain, you yell, "SHUT UP!"
One less friend is what you just got.
A picture is worth a thousand words
But what if you don't smile?
Or if you wear a mask
That you have worn all the while.
Is that pisture still worth a thousand?
Or did it dwindle down to one hundred
Can we even count it as a picture
If the mask was left unshed.
Why do I get the feeling
That this face is real.
Depressed, angry, envy
Is what you truly feel
I want to know who did it
Who made you feel this way
Oh, then let me teach you how to smile
Because your friend I'll always stay.
Friends Never Let Go by Potential-Poets, literature
Literature
Friends Never Let Go
Friends Never Let Go
Why do we stay?
Why do we go?
Why do we ask,
When we already know?
Why do we cry,
When loved ones are slain?
Why do we fight?
So others feel our pain?
Why do I write?
Why do you sing?
Why do they dance,
Like birds on the wing?
The answer is simple,
If you look in your heart.
We begin to doubt ourselves,
And our lives fall apart!
We make a mask,
Train our windows well.
So no one may know
What feelings truly dwell.
That can all change,
If someone figured out.
Why our expression was the same,
Why we could never even shout.
Please let the mask down!
Let every feeling show!
You were never alone!
Fr
In her little world, popularity is the key
So if you don't have it, you need to leave
As she walks down the hall, she demands everyone to move
If you don't then you have something to prove
Her hair is as blonde as Britney Spears's
And it looks like no pimple has appeared
She always wears clothes that are currently in style
All the guys say she has the perfect smile
I see her everyday, with the same group of friends
They will be her "followers" until the end
We meet eye to eye before she turns and laughs
She knows that I'm not part of her staff
She believes she is queen of the world
But she's only ruler of her own little world
Wh
Sitting here in the darkness,
Thinking that love is such a mess.
What was I getting myself into,
Still missing you.
Never thinking it would end this way,
With sorrow and betray.
They all say you weren't worth my heart,
But that tore us apart.
I'm rotting here,
Trying to escape my deadly fear.
But I'm still dreaming of your face,
Hoping you will take me to a better place.
Love is a mess,
Some find it useless.
But my heart keeps goin',
Life gets better as we know.
Everyone was wrong,
I know where my heart belongs.
They can't take away my love,
Not even the God above.
Book
Putting words together like a puzzle
Filled with knowledge and stories
Can be as thin as a leaf
Or the thickness of a tree
Thousands of ideas on pages waiting to be read
Alive and well when the pages are turned
Words are as loud as a mighty roar
Words are as soft as a shhhh
Colorful binding and cover stands out of the crowd
Different then the next one and the next one
When you look into my eyes by Potential-Poets, literature
Literature
When you look into my eyes
.When you look into my eyes.
When you look into my eyes,
I wonder what you find,
Can you feel the love,
That I hold for you,
Can you feel joy,
Your presence gives me,
Can you feel the peace,
That only you can bring me,
What is it that you see,
Do you see,
What I would do for you,
The blood I would spill,
To see you safe,
Do you see,
The fear I hold,
Of what this world has done to you,
Of the things I cannot fix,
And of the peace I cannot give you,
Do you see,
The understanding that you do not return these feelings,
The resignation to let you go,
And the determination to stand by you,
These are the questions that plagu
This Beast Inside
This beast inside,
I love him so,
And yet,
I cannot show,
For in this world,
In which we dwell,
He is hated,
And he is hunted,
But he is me,
And I am him,
When one is gone,
We are none,
So in this world,
In which he must hide,
I am dead,
Nothing but a shell,
Waiting,
Hoping,
That one-day,
In this world in which we dwell,
That I will find,
The one who I may show,
This Beast inside.
By: Billy Ray Mills (a.k.a. psychokittyboy)
Something in the way you smiled
Made me weak in the knees
My cheeks would blush a scarlet red
Like a wild drum, my heart started to beat rapidly
If you ever looked my way
I hid my face in shyness
While giggling softly like a preteen
Smiling from cheek to cheek
I can only imagine, you and me
Hand in hand, walking the streets of Paris
Side by side without a care in the world
Proclaiming to everyone our love for each other
You serenade to me the most beautiful love song
No words can describe how magical your voice is
Those deep, harmonious tones can tame the wildest beast
Each angelic note is as heavenly as the next one
But this
Hey love, how's it been lately?
We haven't seen each other,
or talked to each other,
and basically, I just miss you.
Hey love, today I saw a picture
that reminded me of you a lot
so I'm writing lines to you
because I can't talk to you.
Hey love, I know you miss me too
and you feel lonely sometimes
and so do I, you know it,
I wish I could see you again.
Hey love, when times get gray
and you want me to be with you
read this crappy poem
over and over 'til you feel me.
Hey love, I'm going to bed now
hoping I can see you tomorrow,
but, am I hoping too much, love?
Yes I am, and it hurts.
Heavy breathing. Hot air.
A naked wall before me.
And no hope for tomorrow.
Sigh. There's nothing left.
Close my eyes tightly.
Pinch my arms, my cheeks.
Can't wake up. 't's not a dream.
Raindrops. There's nothing left.
I give up. Can no more.
Tried enough. Tried too hard.
Look for someone. 'm alone.
Silence. There's nothing left.
Desperation. Anxiety.
Shut the lights. Go to bed.
Close my eyes, try to dream.
Scream. There's nothing left.
All what you provoke in me
all of what I see in you
all of what is between us
all of it is a sin.
How I envy your life
and I want to be part of it;
how I want you for my own
and out of anyone's reach.
How I'm too lazy to make a move
and I just sit and wait for you;
How you're in my wildest dreams
and all my lustful thoughts.
How I want more and more
out of each and every kiss;
How I change my looks everyday
just to make you like me more.
And how angry I can get
when I wake up and you're not there;
How love can be between us,
how it all is a sin.
"Enough"
I used to love you
with all of my heart
in every possible way
and every single day.
I used to cry
each and every night
because you weren't here
but I've stopped the tears.
I tried to call you,
to talk to you
but you avoid me,
you reject me.
Why should I keep loving you?
Give me one good reason
for me to stay around
to worship you and to cry for you.
To make you feel good?
To lift you up when you're down?
And what about me, love?
who's going to be there for me?
You're just selfish
you ask for favours
and turn your back on me.
You lie to me.
It's enough now
I'm done with pain
I'm over it, I'll forget it,
but
My tongue is the paper, my mind is the pen
Telling my stories of experience and fantasy
Spreading illusions with words and concepts
I'm a potential poet with an eager imagination
Give me my chance and I'll dazzle your mind
With a slide of sound and an ounce of opinion
My child will be born with original imagery
I'm a potential poet and I'll birth a new generation
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