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Immaculate Conception (Poem) #WritePhoto #MyRhymez #Zion
Mountains of Zion So full of grace The Lord is with thee Blessed art thou In the last days of Rome For you are the light that shines through the cold Blessed is your chalice The cup of your blood The wine of salvation The womb of your throne The dawn of…
Mountains of Zion So full of grace The Lord is with thee Blessed art thou In the last days of Rome For you are the light that shines through the cold Blessed is your chalice The cup of your blood The wine of salvation The womb of your throne The dawn of…
Immaculate Conception (Poem) #WritePhoto
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Night of Day (Poem) #WritePhoto #MyRhymez #Rhymaholic
Who can withstand the night of day? As the clouds roll in And the laughter fades away The warmth of the sun A distant memory Fog of the mind Chains of lethargy Pray for salvation An inkling of light Behold God is mercy
Who can withstand the night of day? As the clouds roll in And the laughter fades away The warmth of the sun A distant memory Fog of the mind Chains of lethargy Pray for salvation An inkling of light Behold God is mercy
Night of Day (Poem) #WritePhoto
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She Sees in the Dark (Poem) #MyRhymez #PoetryCommunity #VivaLaRebellion
She sees in the dark like a bat out of hell An echo in the park She preys like a spell The glow of the moon is no match for her shadow Her cold, bleeding heart sheds more light than the towns That she stalks And she mourns And she summons to battle
She sees in the dark like a bat out of hell An echo in the park She preys like a spell The glow of the moon is no match for her shadow Her cold, bleeding heart sheds more light than the towns That she stalks And she mourns And she summons to battle
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Birdbrain City (Poem) #MyRhymez #PoetryCommunity #Twatter #Birdbrain
Look at all the birds Every shape, color, size Scratching at the surface Pecking at the lies Adorning the walls with excrement Every day is a holiday Every day is the same old story The plot thickens But none will sway Where have all the flowers gone?…
Look at all the birds Every shape, color, size Scratching at the surface Pecking at the lies Adorning the walls with excrement Every day is a holiday Every day is the same old story The plot thickens But none will sway Where have all the flowers gone?…
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The Morning Star (Poem) #MyRhymez #WritePhoto #Twatter #Birdbrain
The following badass poem was inspired by Sue Vincent's daily photo prompt: The cock crows in the early morning then smashes into my window as I wipe the sleep crusted tears from my eyes What a wonderful sight to see as I awake to a hopeful new day The…
The following badass poem was inspired by Sue Vincent's daily photo prompt: The cock crows in the early morning then smashes into my window as I wipe the sleep crusted tears from my eyes What a wonderful sight to see as I awake to a hopeful new day The…
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I Will Fight (Journal Entry) #MyJournal #AddictionRecovery #Alcoholism
It's so weird to be alive. I wake up, eat, shower, get dressed, check up on the happenings of this strange world, run errands, eat, sleep, dream and wake up. The days meld together. Weeks turn into months. As I drift into the future the past seems more…
It's so weird to be alive. I wake up, eat, shower, get dressed, check up on the happenings of this strange world, run errands, eat, sleep, dream and wake up. The days meld together. Weeks turn into months. As I drift into the future the past seems more…
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Pipe Dreams (Poem) #MyRhymez #PoetryCommunity
The wars of the world never heal Never die Hail to the throne Glory to the kill The games of the thrones don't save Only lie Beckon to the call Buy your wasted time Dreams Of the famous And the riches And the pride Of the mansions And the pensions Picket…
The wars of the world never heal Never die Hail to the throne Glory to the kill The games of the thrones don't save Only lie Beckon to the call Buy your wasted time Dreams Of the famous And the riches And the pride Of the mansions And the pensions Picket…
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Maniac (Poem) #MyRhymez #MentalHealth #PoetryCommunity
How can someone who burns so hot be so cold? How can something that feels so right be so wrong? It's like I'm lost in space And I can't go home The further I drift The hotter I burn The colder it gets The more I yearn For something less painful than the…
How can someone who burns so hot be so cold? How can something that feels so right be so wrong? It's like I'm lost in space And I can't go home The further I drift The hotter I burn The colder it gets The more I yearn For something less painful than the…
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