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[hide= No Sand Left In The Timer]

 

Here is the calm before the storm,

The time to speak unspoken words,

To reveal everything that is true,

Time to no longer to hide in the shadows

Will you stand or will you flee?

 

I won’t bite my tongue.

No longer will I play second fiddle,

Waiting, frightened, worried,

But that was then,

And this is now.

 

So stand you coward,

Face the unspoken demons,

You cannot run forever,

Eventually you must face it,

And I will not wait.

 

So this is your last chance,

Your final roll of the dice,

Be grateful you got this far,

Not many do,

But then again…

Not many were like you.

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He lay succumbed,

All emotions benumbed

Hidden in the mountain of sin,

God’s promise was rescind

And Death just grinned.

 

He reached out,

Trying to find the way,

Back to the path of life

Begging with his dying breath,

Please, just one more roll of the dice.

 

Death was not the plan,

He envisioned far more

Love would be outran

He would not take on that sore

It was what he truly abhorred.

 

He had been unaware,

He refused to forbear,

Spinning a web of lies,

Plotting his own demise,

And Death was laughing.

 

 

Satan reigned

His heart bled

The darkness gained

The light fled

And God ran.

 

Hell he was destined

His soul was coarsened

To Death’s tender arm

No longer need to crept

And God wept.

 

The lines were no longer blurry

He could finally see

Why did God not say?

Why must his life pay?

And he died.

 

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You used to be so alive

A person of awe

Somebody who thrived

But, alas, that is no more.

 

Crashing from the heavens

You fell so far

It left a burning scar

Your soul shattered,

Your dignity tattered.

 

Unsure of where to turn

Or how you would return

You dived deep

Shielding the pain

Living was too much strain

 

But you’re still there

Hidden underneath

Buried under the weight

This is not your fate

It’s not too late

 

So turn you coward

Stand with me

Death will be cheated

Together empowered

Your demons will be defeated.

 

This is not your end

You will re ascend

Your heart will mend

Just fight the shame

And let love reclaim.

 

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  • 2 weeks later...

I like it!

 

Though, it's abit depressing.. and I'm not sure I agree with the "biblical principles" or whatever.

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Wow I'm very impressed with the poem, although I'm not really the religious type. But I definitely like how you portrayed death.

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I once met a man named Jesus at a Home Depot. Is this the Messiah returned at last?

 

And i once beat someone named Jesus in a chess game. Does that mean I'm smarter than the messiah?

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Thank you, I'm not even religious just use religious ideals and twist them into a darker sense which is my current project I'm starting on tomorrow.

 

And it will be depressing as it's my coping mechanism to deal with excess emotions and such.

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Very quick critique:

 

I think that both poems, though good, could be made better and more 'poetic' by:

 

a) Abandoning the artifical and restrictive rhyme scheme (this, I suppose, is more of an opinion/preference, but I feel that rhyme schemes are not necessary in poetry, and needn't be forced upon a poem)

 

b) Punctuate the poems to make them more readable.

 

Otherwise, I'd say these are pretty impressive.


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Thanks, another poem has been added to the top.

 

It's short and may have a feeling of being rushed and unpolished but it literally came together within 5 minutes of starting to write. I do plan in future of polishing it off but here's the rough skeleton I have.

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