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If you can build a rhyme

A Poet you may not be

A Poem is always made of three

The length of speech or rather time

The cascade of syllables in your stanza

and of course an artist`s daring touch

Though poetic slanderers do not amount to much



Wits in poetry are rare

Most witty poets are much like a chair

Which sits and pretty seems to naked eyes

But with strong enough glasses

Feel no surprise



If your Poet will not a rhyme remember

Nor pen to parchment put and slender

Verses produce upon a swooning page

As pigeons pulled out of the hat of a mage

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krystal
15:07 Dec 03 2013

I like it,because its true.thats the important thing in poetry.

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Stay by my side,my angel of night

Lay by me in the silvery light

Of the grinning moon

Don`t leave me in the shadow

of the desert or that of a cool monsoon

If by day we must be parted and I cannot then hold you

Then night will become my day,the moon my sun

For you I`ll leave the rays of shine and heat

I`ll leave the cities,in which thousands of feet

stomp as elephants,lazily following a call



I`ll go with you where trees are tall

and mountains great

Where fog swirls like a dancer above the Peaks

Where the wind whispers and speaks

To those that do not wish their fate

To be alone and ever weary

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NOKOMIS
20:50 Nov 27 2013

wow, I love ur style

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frozenVheart
00:15 Nov 28 2013

i agree NOKOMIS...beautiful

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krystal
15:11 Dec 03 2013

you write from the heart,that is good,I like your poems,they are great.

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I don`t really care what I`m called

There is always a Story to be told

About me and all the things that I did wrong

But you can put me in word or song

But at the sun set,I`m gone



I don`t answer my phone

I don`t exist,only that which you crumpled and threw away

The fruit of Labor of night and day

As the ink Shows through the Skin

of the paper it flows slow and thin

A syrup on the floor



But then don`t ask for me when your star is burned

out and when the light is turned

away from them,you Need my words to sell your wares

To pay your fares

and sit until the blood freezes in you

Always will there be me and you,two

People who hate each other

but can`t bother

To bring

End

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NOKOMIS
20:51 Nov 27 2013

awesome

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My Dark Wraith,hold me tender,hold me Close

To you and your darkness

Let the shadows seep into me,dose by dose

From your Soul,share it with me

And I`ll share my own

For shadow kisses burn more free

And even when they are gone

The hint of flame can still remain

Giving a caressing,dark flame

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Lylia
22:32 Nov 20 2013

lovely

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frozenVheart
23:42 Nov 22 2013

beautiful as i already said...

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I`m not your Vampire,erotic and shadowy

I`m more like a creature of hunger,feeding on thoughts

I say this so that others may hear

I can whisper in your ear,

Like a ghost or one of your fictional pets

But know that though blood to many is life

I do not have this Motto or its regrets



I like your energy to blood

Your Soul and mind to your flesh

I live in the mind,much like an Incubus

Though I may seem to be cold,I am heated

Be it by your growling hate,your flaming lust

Your rousing happiness or drowning sorrow



I am a Vampyre of Emotion

To me blood is nothing more than a watery potion

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Caliban
23:46 Nov 21 2013

I enjoy this poem, the dark creeping feel of the creature feeding on thoughts.. Deep

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Sangreas
23:49 Nov 21 2013

Thank you,Caliban

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We wear the mask that grins and lies

It hides our face,it shields our eyes

With torn and bleeding hearts we smile

We wear the mask



(This Poem was inspired by Paul Laurence Dunbar`s Poem of the same Name)

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VvvVampireKisses
20:20 Nov 19 2013

Very strait and to the point..

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frozenVheart
21:32 Nov 19 2013

true

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Will I always be hunted,like a hare

by your greed?

Do you not care?

For my freedom,my dancing

My life,pelt upon which children prancing

Are seen by their mothers and fathers eyes

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VvvVampireKisses
20:22 Nov 19 2013

This one needs a ending line.. it feels like its missing the BOOM at the end

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For what does man toil? for what do we try?

After all,in 6 decades or so,we will die

So why spend so much energy?,spend so much time

On creating a sand Castle which will fall



Yet maybe we will live on through our work

Through our words,through our Appeal

For though in every road there is a fork

Not ever choice is clear or real

But if we will invest ourselves in works which live forever

Then we shall never

be forgot



Our toil will make us truly free

Immortal,now and forever to be

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VvvVampireKisses
20:23 Nov 19 2013

Niceeeeee

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Frozen in Motion

They twirl in a seductive

Dance of joy and life