Poets Of Blood.~Bleed for a Cause
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RE: Poets Of Blood.~Bleed for a CauseNice write Rhymer! |
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RE: Poets Of Blood.~Bleed for a CauseIn duality, man sends, |
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RE: Poets Of Blood.~Bleed for a Causekeep the blood spilling! |
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RE: Poets Of Blood.~Bleed for a CauseThanks for Posting, we have our job cut out for us, |
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RE: Poets Of Blood.~Bleed for a CauseAnd im going to make your job worse!!! Last edited by EvilPoems 02-14-2010 at 01:52:27 PM |
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RE: Poets Of Blood.~Bleed for a CauseHold You Cold Last edited by Dark 02-27-2010 at 01:36:47 AM |
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RE: Poets Of Blood.~Bleed for a CauseDeath Becomes My Light Last edited by EvilPoems 02-25-2010 at 04:29:29 AM |
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RE: Poets Of Blood.~Bleed for a Cause Deeds of Undreamt MiseryA Scourge on the Earth: Last edited by Marsink 03-01-2010 at 02:29:14 AM |
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RE: RE: Poets Of Blood.~Bleed for a CauseQuote: Originally Posted by EvilPoems heres a large section of my Evil Poetry for your cause, anything to help! I think this is where movie directors get their ideas for all thoses scary movies people watch.Certainly the pictures match the plan here. Scary. People like this stuff. It is a part of life. Scary night movies, poems ect. Me I don't write them .They are meant for the type work Steven King did . I personaly don't read that type of a book but many people enjoy that style. The poetry is done well. Fair Maiden's Song once was a man from hell he rose bring war upon all man, his foes from dawn til dusk, he pillaged and killed taking on soldiers with weapons, all skilled he wandered into a new land where no blade met death by his hand there lay the lady, shrouded in white his eyes, blistering, at the beautiful sight she whispered and cooed him, walking at them the voices of hell, extinguished by sin she forgave and blessed him for everything they did he took her, and lived forever, or so it is said one day many years ago, she died of old age the armies of hell went into a rage their leader, the man hell arose he declared, again, men were his foes summoning his soldiers, he conquered again only to be defeated by his enemy; man slowly dieing, returning to fire haven his name was satan, declaring his new foe, heaven! An Old Story Since the beginning of human time The power of un-earthly rhyme Streams of word, chorus inside Symphony of speach to them I abide My mind writes these difficult manuvers Singing it's solo amoung the white papers Stillness of words and languages of old Speaking out more powerful and bold Oath keeper King slayer i can make all By the stars in the sky, all shall fall Carefully manuvering from rhyme to fate The power of word brings mind a new state Upon these pages, blood will be spilled White on crimson, a promise upheld The poet, a thinker, mind a blown Once no longer shall poem be shown Laid upon grass under softened soil Lives the mind of poetic appeal I have no guardian, I am alone From mind to nerve, from blood and bone Her I see her rarely, so beautiful, so fine A valued artwork, preserved into time Her grace, her gentalness, her quickness of pace Her hair bundled with silk black lace Her skin so smooth, her eyes so bright Clearly a remarkable, desireable sight Her touch so gental, her smile so clear Losing her is what i fear. What can you expect when you have found true love? Why did the raven fall in love with the dove? Could my life be less miserable but instead I am blessed with the gift i can never have. Bent over and broken, my heart shatters From pain that i suffer, a veteran withered and battered Wrought from anger and frusteration Pain will become my domination She will regret this monster she has made I shall watch from the shadows and deep shade When she needs saving, i will show And kill her attacker form head to toe Then i shall again confess my sins, show her what she made With my will, strenth, and my blade Then i will forge my anger and show her That she has made a heartless killer. Once with dignity, once with pride I smiled upon the love inside Now with regret, anger, and hate Her time to repent old love is too late I have grown tired form the dating game Blood and murder not love will become my fame Crawl to me, beg with want and desire. But, i shall laugh, my love for you, is over. Dark Oath Romance I swear to your body and soul That my love for you will be black as coal I give you my oath upon life or death I shall protect you till my last breath I will stay by you always honest and true And will and shall forever be there for you Sleep well, for I will be near Bringing in darkness, casting out fear You will be happy every day your alive This will continue, as long as you servive Any man that threatens you, there will be hell to pay I am yours, truely, no matter what you say In sickness and in good health, I shall be yours, my love Blessed this demon be from above I shall remember you always once you have died And we shall enter hell, side by side Time time is like a continous path giving away, crumbling in wrath let not your hate and anger fly or the path will vanish into a new sky time wears on and on where you exist is where you belong none can stop this path, everyday you walk slowly another step, time is all you stalk once you have become older you notice your path becomes shorter all those years of trailing on a betraying path you look forward and begin to laugh memories both bad and good of what you did and what you could come in a sudden rush all the blocks in your way, you pushed some of the trails leading off your own are still open and to be shown some doors have caved in as chance took away but that is the price we all shall pay neither i, nor you can walk forever sometimes you wish, but time doesnt meassure sometimes a path ends too soon, ending the trip but time never stops for a slip enjoy your trip, please abide try not to faulter, or stop stride if time decideds to end a line, a path then surely, we all meet times wrath The Angel, and the Demon Appears the firey monster from a banished land A blood stanied sword rests is its giant hand In crawls the angel week from heaven Captured from light, beaten, and enslaven Crying to the demon for happyness and rejoice Out comes laughter in its deep voice "Be gone oh angel whom serves the lord!" Says the king of the demon horde Desperatly she crys for forgiveness and repent Knowing her time is all but spent Laughing still the demon circles in the fire light Gleaming his sword shiny and bright An angel from heaven, an angel form hell Brought together in one dark dwell A demon monster with a blood stained sword A wheeping angel, once caughted and lured A peaceful grin comes across her face Lightly she stands keeping the demon's pace The demon laughs as he notices her move As if her movement were only to sooth Smiling with pointed teeth he walks slowly Telling her her death comes soon oh so cooly She smiles as she chants the gods prayer Hopeing to be rid of this foul lair Laughing still under a shrine of death The demon draws his sword for her final breath She looks up hopeingly, seeing death in his eyes The Lord's words, were only her demise. The dieing angel falls the the dark earth Where she will die, and begin to rebirth Dreaming of Dusk What is the world, this land of bright? Why do so many fear the night? Quietly, softly, gental dark Cooly, slowly, lights my spark As the dawn wanes, in darkness fell The silentness of peace, i feel, i tell Embrace me, velvet darkness Bring everlasting upon us Soothing, Caressing, holding us light Easingly, Caringly, bringme a new sight Hear the stillness, the breath of nature See the mildness, bringing easy weather Nothing left untouched, by the pool of shadow The feeling of dusk, so yearning and mellow Bring the darkness, every night I wane Only to the silence have I ever sang In the darkness, I have lived, peaceful and content Never swayed by light, so easily bent Quietness in darkness, I shall forever favor Midnight delusions of moon-light fever. Fear Fear the man that can chop you in half Fear the man who carries the axe Fear the man whom carries the gun Fear the man who finds these fun Fear the king with his golden crown Fear the weapon that can blow you down Fear the man in the long black trench Fear the ally with the death stench Fear the knife, silent weapon Fear the group, dangerous coven Fear the children whoms' fathers you killed Fear the sight of your blood spilled Fear the sickness, so easilly brought Fear the assassin, so carefully sought Fear the might of an amry strong Fear the chant of a demon's song     
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RE: RE: Poets Of Blood.~Bleed for a Cause Deeds of Undreamt MiseryQuote: Originally Posted by Marsink A Scourge on the Earth: Marsink this piece of work belongs in a book wrote by Steven KIng. Your talent supper seeds .This is not the type of work I do but I can surly see you put some work into this. People like to read this kind of work. Movies are made from it. Wow Scary The pictures were well picked. Hear now the start of the art of born killers They're raising the pulse in the heart attack thrillers Not to their glory of gory filled shame But hoping to end legacies branding our brains Regret for the birth of the worthless humanity Subscribing and thriving in world of insanity They gaze upon life as a joy to see end In affliction's addiction to do it again We call to a hero unknown to our eyes Justice flowing in veins and foreign to lies Searching far beyond self to answer torn cries He comes on mercy's wind so let vengeance begin None escape pure judgment, but pay for gross sin The Depraved and Their Deeds: In a river of traffic, before sun’s light, glowing Drive’s heart of disdainful, undiscovered: hate growing In this reverie from darkest depths ne’er showing Runs horrors imagination, sheer terror flowing The glee by which they perform such deeds Are foreign to us: from demon seed To ply bent trade is their unjust need As they pursue hotly, to destroy and feed These are the wolves preying on lambs Looking like us, reinventing old scams Back to work one last day, crafting death’s plans Don’t cross their path: or meet last demands They are sinister ministers of prime defiance The best joys of life are not of their science To will unto others their virus-like ways Stealing from innocence, ending life’s days From evil filled solace, a laughter filled spree Counting the ways of hellish degree To mock all good virtue, ever lovely Dispensing their gift of darkness for free No heeding to the pleading cry for mercy The call to such minds is the mystical voice Compulsion to obey is the viable choice Perspiration beads to skin’s surface, moist Their will is abandoned to silence sweet noise Of playful, carefree girls and boys Always they move as slow shadows shifting With nothing to offer, they call it a gifting Whether for greed, lust or hate, grifting In the sands of the mind, diabolical sifting Whether as man or woman, is not of the matter When the light shines upon them, always they scatter Cockroaches running off the edge of a platter The guise of their ruin is a time bomb disaster But, in the eyes of a child, they’re the Mad Hatter For vengeance plied or love decried They wish to quell the ache inside Some say there is no empowering pride But the thoughts run rampant To a vagrant tramp In the convergence of evils’ Minion camp The card to call through our ages Has been the fall of all in rages The torrid lust and full spent greed Or the body’s habit: need for speed On streets indiscreet, in London’s Whitehall Jack the Ripper comes to call For the whores he despised, surprised with gall A knife blade used, he held in hand But from his unworthy mind, he raped the land Ushered morbid dread as had planned   
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RE: Poets Of Blood.~Bleed for a CauseHey Bleeders! if you see any of my poems that i haven't thus far put up, just ask me to post them and i will (Heres a List of what i have posted already) Last edited by EvilPoems 03-02-2010 at 05:37:52 AM |
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RE: Poets Of Blood.~Bleed for a Cause ( bleeding for the cause)~Bleeding out for the cause~ |
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BLOOD RAINThere's a little goth club |
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ObliviousDon't think that I don't know - |
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RE: Poets Of Blood.~Bleed for a Cause..( One for the homeless)~Forfeit of the dream~ |
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RE: Poets Of Blood.~Bleed for a Cause...~Homeless in homelands~~Homeless in homelands~ |
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RE: Poets Of Blood.~Bleed for a Cause(A dark poem)~Soulless journey~ |
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RE: Poets Of Blood.~Bleed for a CauseThe End Is Near!!! |
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RE: Poets Of Blood.~Bleed for a CausePoet's Of Blood.........BLEED!!! |
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RE: Poets Of Blood.~Bleed for a CauseThere Was Constant Throbbing |
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RE: Poets Of Blood.~Bleed for a CauseDeliciously Disgusting Dah |
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RE: Poets Of Blood.~Bleed for a Causedah pleasure is mine, ken |
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RE: Poets Of Blood.~Bleed for a Cause Invitation Last edited by KimberlySD 04-21-2010 at 09:09:46 AM |
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RE: Poets Of Blood.~Bleed for a CauseThe Graveyard (New Ver.) Last edited by EvilPoems 03-16-2010 at 09:04:18 PM |
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RE: Poets Of Blood.~Bleed for a CauseHell, My Heaven |
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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