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Choose a life:Poem for alexanderjohn77(Haiku)
Kick,kick kick a sound.
Yellow beak peaks out for all.
A blue egg nested.

(Cinquain)
Life
Strong core
Burning up diamonds
Cutting through heart strings
Life

(Acrostic)
Easing a sack out of the womb.
Laughter left after a headache or two.
Eat ice cream on a picnic.
MOM!DAD LEFT THE SEAT UP AGAIN!
Erasing mistakes on an important test.
NEIN! A German word for no. NO WAY DID I GET IN?!
Traveling through roads,miles away to the start a life.

What this world will never deserveStalking,
Always being unobserved,
While smiling
She's the thing this world will never deserve.

She's sick and unhealthy, but she never stops,
Never giving up,
She'll stay the ultimate runner
For her dreams, until her legs collapse.

Why, this is something you can't understand,
Hit with rocks, beaten up by words,
This spirit won't fall
It will never meet the ground.

She is imperfect but she touches the skies,
The final fighter for her rights.
She appears in my dreams,
She's what one day, I have to achieve.

Otono malditoCautivome en el bosque,
caminando yo iba,
deslumbrado y de noche
linda flor parecía.
Y la luz apagose
cual último latido,
quedó tan solo el fulgor
de su rostro blanquecino.
Yo tras ella marchaba,
la luna bien arriba
gloriosa me guiaba
tras la belleza albina.
¿Dónde estáis mi señora?
Os he perdido de vista
un segundo, y ahora
ya no os sigo la pista.
¿Dónde estáis frágil luna?
Ya no os hallo en el cielo,
ahora la noche oscura
me está oprimiendo el pecho.
Ya la calma marchose,
el embrujo se ha ido, y
oscuros caminantes
llegan desde el vacío.
¡Oh, muerte, ven a mí
antes que vengan ellos!
Monstruosos, terribles,
se alzan sobre mi cuello.
Con mi último aliento
doy un último grito, y
veo la luna arrastrarse
con un rojo teñido.

Intoxicating PassionThe Burning passion
There's a burning passion
I feel the burning passion
Inside me the burning passion

Something's wrong I think there is
I think I may have the case of the loss of self-control
Why does my heart ache for someone else
I can't have just anybody I have someone in mind
I can't settle

He's different from the world
In fact he separates himself from the godlessy
And the unlikely
He's a Godly man

I feel the burning passion
Inside me the burning passion

Sometimes I feel sometimes I don't
It's like the desire tries to take a hold of me and overwhelm
It feels like there's another love song
I feel like it's hard for anyone to see
Tha

In VainHe died in vain for my pride
So I can hide
And beat my bride
Exalt each step
I take in my stride
So that I can speak evils
With the law on my side
And break people down
With words on the snide
Make them crumble
Fall
Not caring about their children who have died.
Poverty-stricken, they try to survive
While I plot and steal and connive
To take every last valuable
Left to their meager lives
And worship every step in my stride
While I beat and rape their brides
All for the sake of my own pride
That he died in vain for, sacrificing his own life.

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I Am

by *BeauCyphre, Dec 1, 2011, 9:32:39 AM
Literature / Poetry / Spiritual / Concrete Poetry

I Am

* A poem by Beau Cyphre *

I am a star falling right from the sky, shining bright in the night
I am a wave, I am the sun
I am the storm pushing right through the tops of the trees, shaking their leaves 'till they fall to the ground, never be found where they lie, rest and die
I am the sea, I am the shark hunting so fast, hungry for hearts that should bleed just for me
I am insecure, a liar, a fool
I am beautiful
full of dreams
I am the blood in my veins, I am
made of belief, I am
one of God's mighty thieves
Reach me, don't touch me
Reach me, don't touch me
I am U

I Amby *BeauCyphre

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©2011-2013 *BeauCyphre

"Who are you? How old are you? What do you do?", some people used to ask me. Here is my answer.

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Die Zähmung ist ein Adventure.
Die Zähmung führt dich an deine Grenzen – und darüber hinaus.
Die Zähmung ist unmöglich.

Dies ist die Zeit der Raubtiere.

Join the force!

The wild ones:

We're deep within now, living it, breathing it: Die Zähmung

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~Corazon777 Dec 3, 2011 Hobbyist Photographer

This poem is as beautiful as a song, so rich of colors and images, and I love it from the first line to the last. Pure genius.

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*BeauCyphre Dec 3, 2011 Professional Writer

Thank you!!

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Mood: Wow!

~brightlover Dec 1, 2011

Thats amazing.

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*BeauCyphre Dec 2, 2011 Professional Writer

Thank you!

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~brightlover Dec 2, 2011

Your Welcome!

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