~*Ary's Poems*~

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Desires For A Better Reality

Completely amazed me.I loved that one.Nice work

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Planted Graves

Engravings define those vocal, immense towers.
Angelic halos illuminate the structures.
Through touch, we can imagine beyond
Surroundings, and emotions release.

A recreation of a memoric battalion
Presses to submerge in our thoughts
And stride to pass beneath their waterfall.
A memoir that consumes all attraction.

The dazzling, moment petals of pure white roses
Shed and breeze through meadows of trade
To share our onyx, honoring respects,
And we allow cultures to venture into
The historic legacy.

Saluting the innocent flower beds
Who withered when their cores were polluted
With ice from time’s winter,
We annually bury feelings deep
Within the stiff dirt they remain on.

The Nostalgic Cavern And The Common Perception of Bizarre

If I stumbled into a musty well of stone decor,
Would the rainforest's tears migrate to this desert-stricken land?
Would you all label me a nameless mime
And stamp a caption upon my forehead
If I huddled in that sacred place?

After declaring lost existence,
Would you pour out repressed aggression
Through the cracked, echoing walls, while I alienate
The raging emotions to express my revelation
In this serene, sheltered ring?

Over-counted tallies of records kept,
Maybe knowledge has unfolded crumpled pages
Of an eternal children's tale above,
But perhaps I've adopted the comfort of
Pastel-coated wishes too hastily.

How can caging, electrified borders
Inject therapy in their mesmerized, ignorant homes
And suggest heavenly spheres present a mirage above?
I can only hold firm and detest common acceptance of
That enlarging, disease-like habit that is spreading rapidly.

Momma

Momma, your warmth cradles my innocence,
Pulling me nearer to your heart,
And your nature of selflessness will allow me
To live without concern of abuse.

Your weary eyes drift away when you display
Your heroic stance and prevent reality from
Lunging at my sweet naivety.
Skimming through and tossing harm to the alleys,
Immortality should recognize your valor.

There are violent blades of ignorance lurking
In those streets below our brick-walled home,
Pacing in anticipation if our soft floor will crumble.
Momma, you wouldn’t agree to fall,
But I cannot be sewn to your side.

Surely I will be thrown to that pit, because
Your embrace dwindles. Although you
Hesitantly fade, your vivid soul thrives
Within me, and the hungry daggers
Will shatter when our stares meet.

Sparkling Decor

Swishes of arrogant bristles drown the plastered flaws.
Anarchy of a flavorful sea of color,
Violent beauty amidst the catastrophe.
Chaotic wonder splashes across a lifeless square canvas.

Unlimited by sprinkled fantasy and fulfilling gleams of glory.
Air invading the cowering pores of creativity,
Craving to invite addicting completion
To converse with the soaking design.

A spectacle of entreating whispers,
Glowing majesty upon the face of a waterfall.
The gentle, comforting winds of symphonic tones
Played in the ear, pleading for a delicacy.

Budging a tad and befriending the guest,
Now blown by arctic, swift breezes and frozen over
By the nestling and hustling companion.
The mellow brush being silenced and longing
For an escape to fervent celebration.

Forbidden Fairytale

A creeping spider crawls on my dress' sash.
The painful venom he unleashes is rash.
Freedom’s a hostage to the tourniquet,
And my body is helpless to this trashy regret.

Bruises worn on flesh and bone.
A heart stricken with selfish stone.
His heavy rage may weigh on me,
But shallow eyes turn carelessly.

Accepting remedies after I sin,
It's a twisted choice of medicine.
Violently curling the threads upon my head,
My blood is pleading to drown this dread.

You've been selling my grace down a flaring stream,
And now, its embers choke the throat of my dream.
When you see a flashy doll of ecstasy,
The lovely projection just might not be.

I'm still working on a title for this one. It's a poem about "The Doctor" and I can't think of a title for it. I'm not sure if it's good so comments and criticism are really appreciated.

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With soothing, sweet and pleasurable
Scents bestowed each cherished day,
His perfected swagger treats the eye with
A smile and painful, childish curiosity,
Invading the infancy of the soul.

He clips the starving buds of tainted flame
And scatters their crisp ash to the open skies.
Eyes so barren a place, for aggression,
Yet so sullenly oppressed by the cursed,
Stacked coins of treasured brilliance.

The dreaded, tinted melancholy of a purple hue
Swallowing his humble desires and kissing
The roses left on the trail of his vast shadow "adieu"
Betrays his bloom of parading nirvana.

Humanity greatly grieves his absences,
And maimed nations limp and stumble.
The troubled children plead for his miraculous presence.
A riddle plagues and praises his name...




...The Doctor.....

Wow I haven't posted in awhile ^-^
This is a poem I wrote in school, if it needs improvement, feel free to speak your mind. ^-^

The Thin White Line

With cherry-coated ribbon,
Your hands wrap around my chest.
Can you string up my tongue
And take away my breath?
I slipped a shallow thought,
A greedy pitiful plot
To stop the heckler in me.

You pricked the keys along my spine
And slithered, you're my scarf.
My lungs are pleased with crimson wine
And swept lashes' allure.
Eclipsed eyes staring blind,
Your heart, my mind,
And I'll always rewind.