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Lupin's Poems
hello Folks, i m Lupin 😳 i m 26. i live in Valencia, Spain .i'm new here....well, i m frm Dmg forum & many CC, FCs ...i usually write poems i beleieve poet & poetry are not everyone's cup of tea..poetry is open heart surery it bares the soul . thats why ,it is almost impossile to be untrue....life is inescapable , but poetry is misdemeanour...
Love
Love bleeds the tender breast
It reeks a musk of death
And love's embittered lust
Distrusts, bright smiles
And cheerful hearts
Love is the fugitive terror of soul,
It lives in fear of requisition
yet love tortures blood out of stone
And resurrects the dead frm dreams
Of long dishonored vows
It daunts the destinies alike
Of heaven's gaudy angels and
Earthly creatures of the night
love torments itself..
This is love
Devious and divine
Such seditious love ,
Love is the hunter and the hunted
Love is the victim od its own crime
Dreamer and deceiver visionary
And evil-eyed love fulfills
Its sardonic
Self-destruction
But love never dies..
Thus love gives to each
The shit that we deserve,
There no tragedy in blood
And blood is sweet , to love....
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TEARS
It reeks a musk of death
And love's embittered lust
Distrusts, bright smiles
And cheerful hearts
Love is the fugitive terror of soul,
It lives in fear of requisition
yet love tortures blood out of stone
And resurrects the dead frm dreams
Of long dishonored vows
It daunts the destinies alike
Of heaven's gaudy angels and
Earthly creatures of the night
love torments itself..
This is love
Devious and divine
Such seditious love ,
Love is the hunter and the hunted
Love is the victim od its own crime
Dreamer and deceiver visionary
And evil-eyed love fulfills
Its sardonic
Self-destruction
But love never dies..
Thus love gives to each
The shit that we deserve,
There no tragedy in blood
And blood is sweet , to love....
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TEARS
It matters not how much
you weep or sigh,
the art of tears, lies
In the reason why.
And my eyes
are wellspring of reasons
for my sinful tears.
my tears betray
fates and tears , for every
season of heart,
Tears of joy ,and
every hardbound hurt ,
every lost love's
lingering pain,
these tears, i shed
like acid rain.
And love
is the toxic waste
of my distasteful
tears.
you weep or sigh,
the art of tears, lies
In the reason why.
And my eyes
are wellspring of reasons
for my sinful tears.
my tears betray
fates and tears , for every
season of heart,
Tears of joy ,and
every hardbound hurt ,
every lost love's
lingering pain,
these tears, i shed
like acid rain.
And love
is the toxic waste
of my distasteful
tears.
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A Quest Of Lips
Description -"They say the eyes are Mirrors ofSoul, but Lips say it all,without Quiver"
What sultry shores are Lips
Where sails the pirate's ship
in search of clefts to rest
lips of treasure chests,
lips like coral reefs of griefs
submerged, in droughts of time
in shoals of shallow wine,
drown lips like sunken ships.
What frail lamp
of the tongue's unspoken light
unveils, the braille
of blind lips,
what touch, what blush
what blaze of burnished golden breath,
what press of lips pulsate
the perfumed spice of life
What shipwrecked drams
are dashed on tides
of treacherous lips
Lips are chariots of laughter,
lips are bells that peal and
softly swaying poppy fields,
lips are holy grail, that heals,
lips that pray, a prayer of flesh
and lips that crave a gift of breath,
the bravest lips despair in ghosts
and graves of smiles,
what crypts agape on lips
what eternities erupt betwixt
the supple crush of lips,
the gentlest kiss inflicts
love's passive violence,
lips are the chalice of silence...
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History
History is who writes it,
unlived and lived again
history changes
with the pen,
Who writes history walks on water,
distorts the sleep of buried dreams,
and transforms to wine
the stream of time,
history is the contrite
blood of Christ.
History is an apparition of wisdom's
holy ghost in extradition,
history is factored vision,caught
in oceans of inscrutable time,
of the heavens,
Who walks with history
talks in parables,who words consort
with rhymes and riddles
who fiddles a sad psalm,
history is a dust storm.
History is a living thing,
a gusty tree, growing and bestowing,
its roots ,unforgiving
spread deep in grief,
extending steep its limbs to implore
an end of its repetition,
who reads or heeds it
understands,history is a crust of bread
that feeds a multitude,
from the palm
of broken hands.
The coagulated thread
of civilizations bide,
the scourge of God Noah's flood
the rod of Moses parting seas!
History is the light
of a rainbow
at midnight,
history is the rain's ablution
the wind's intuition and extinction
of the animal kingdom
history is the death by fight
of the ozone layer,the glare of radiation
history is suffocation
with a green house effect ,
History is a chronicle of crimes
destiny by design,
the indestructible soul
meandering through time,
History is the Romance
of destiny by chance..
A Quest Of Lips
Description -"They say the eyes are Mirrors ofSoul, but Lips say it all,without Quiver"
What sultry shores are Lips
Where sails the pirate's ship
in search of clefts to rest
lips of treasure chests,
lips like coral reefs of griefs
submerged, in droughts of time
in shoals of shallow wine,
drown lips like sunken ships.
What frail lamp
of the tongue's unspoken light
unveils, the braille
of blind lips,
what touch, what blush
what blaze of burnished golden breath,
what press of lips pulsate
the perfumed spice of life
What shipwrecked drams
are dashed on tides
of treacherous lips
Lips are chariots of laughter,
lips are bells that peal and
softly swaying poppy fields,
lips are holy grail, that heals,
lips that pray, a prayer of flesh
and lips that crave a gift of breath,
the bravest lips despair in ghosts
and graves of smiles,
what crypts agape on lips
what eternities erupt betwixt
the supple crush of lips,
the gentlest kiss inflicts
love's passive violence,
lips are the chalice of silence...
___________________________________________________________
History
History is who writes it,
unlived and lived again
history changes
with the pen,
Who writes history walks on water,
distorts the sleep of buried dreams,
and transforms to wine
the stream of time,
history is the contrite
blood of Christ.
History is an apparition of wisdom's
holy ghost in extradition,
history is factored vision,caught
in oceans of inscrutable time,
of the heavens,
Who walks with history
talks in parables,who words consort
with rhymes and riddles
who fiddles a sad psalm,
history is a dust storm.
History is a living thing,
a gusty tree, growing and bestowing,
its roots ,unforgiving
spread deep in grief,
extending steep its limbs to implore
an end of its repetition,
who reads or heeds it
understands,history is a crust of bread
that feeds a multitude,
from the palm
of broken hands.
The coagulated thread
of civilizations bide,
the scourge of God Noah's flood
the rod of Moses parting seas!
History is the light
of a rainbow
at midnight,
history is the rain's ablution
the wind's intuition and extinction
of the animal kingdom
history is the death by fight
of the ozone layer,the glare of radiation
history is suffocation
with a green house effect ,
History is a chronicle of crimes
destiny by design,
the indestructible soul
meandering through time,
History is the Romance
of destiny by chance..
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