Victoria's Poetry Stop

• #360 Reply
  Posted by pryzmsticv on 04 Apr, 2016 21:41
• SMILING AGAIN
  
  The hurt I'm feeling, has nothing to do with my pain.
  Pain reeling thru my brain, killing all ov my luving senses.
  My body and it's pretenses, pulls me away from my control.
  Sometimes, I feel like I'm loosing my soul.
  With all ov my defenses, luv wants to console.
  If my luv, could comfort you.
  Thru all ov the pain, that you have been thru.
  Could we start all over again, allowing me to come on in.
  Soothing your heart and soul, bringing you back into control.
  Luving life all over again, never would it be your sin.
  Open your heart, and let my luv in.
  Smiling and luving life again.
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• #361 Reply
  Posted by pryzmsticv on 04 Apr, 2016 22:05
• HAUNTED LIfe
  
  Haunted thru my life, thoughts red upon my mind.
  Visions I see ov things, no longer do they breath a sigh.
  Dejavou ov the strife, that were once true.
  Memories ov feelings, holding me close to you.
  Step by step, I regress into my dreams.
  As I walk with you, thru our fate.
  What souls ov destiny, do I anticipate.
  Visions ov which, I want to control.
  Destiny is our mate, haunting our souls.
  Regressing, I come into be consoled.
  Haunted by my feelings, Luving was my role.
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• #362 Reply
  Posted by EquineAnn on 05 Apr, 2016 03:13
• That's a very good poem. Thank you very much for sharing.
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• #363 Reply
  Posted by Clay Death on 06 Apr, 2016 21:56
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• #364 Reply
  Posted by Clay Death on 06 Apr, 2016 23:32
• My Shining Knight
  
  
   by Wynona Vance 
  
  
  
  
  He comes to me in the night with shining
  armor ,my shining knight,then he looks at
  me with those eyes so bright,that my heart
  takes flight.Because he makes me feel thats
  how i know he's real.He believes in me and
  knows what i can be,if only the past will
  set me free,from this horror i see.
  I find my way through the light and there he
  is my shining knight,his smile so bright
  and he reaches out to me this shining knight.
  I look into his eyes ,I see truth so
  deep,but I see no lies.He touches my skin so
  hot within,that it burns a hole beneath my
  skin.I let him kiss me,so scared of
  him,then thats when my trust begins.He's so
  gentle with his kiss,that soon his touch i
  will miss.I never new this crave of
  love ,oh it must be made from heaven
  above.Is this love I feel or could this be a
  dream to real..
  
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• #365 Reply
  Posted by pryzmsticv on 06 Apr, 2016 23:50
• Thank you my dear friend, for compliments so dear. Lady Anne your sincere. Thank you my dear😚
  
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• #366 Reply
  Posted by pryzmsticv on 07 Apr, 2016 00:04
• Luving and desired, the beauty ov your knight in shining armor.
  To have the desire, back in the time we both admire.
  Unless both hearts were free, to burn with such pyre.
  Headless, we would be so Sire.
  Even now Sire, if I was not single.
  My heart, would not be free to mingle.
  Desires even now, seeks with my heart.
  My destinies  Knight in Shining Armor.
  Ov these feelings I do not part.
  Welcome to my heart. Thank you again my dear😚
  
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• #367 Reply
  Posted by EquineAnn on 07 Apr, 2016 02:23
• You're welcome, Lady Victoria. I love your last poem too.
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• #368 Reply
  Posted by pryzmsticv on 07 Apr, 2016 23:01
• Thank you lady Anne, your acknowledgement ov my poems. Makes me feel grand. 😚
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• #369 Reply
  Posted by pryzmsticv on 07 Apr, 2016 23:13
• BLOODY ROCK
  
  Let me rock your soul, thru the music ov luv control.
  Bodies ov design, notes and words have their rhyme.
  It's Beautifully timed, dancing to our hearts sublime.
  The note's carry thru, our hearts beat in time.
  Dark plays the bones, to essence ov my soul.
  Romantically to you, I would loose control.
  Luv to uphold, crimson cold.
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• #370 Reply
  Posted by Clay Death on 07 Apr, 2016 23:24
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  The Last Battle of The Knights Templar (May 15th 1290)
  
  
  
  
  Great battlements rose by the Syrian sea,
   Acre they’ll talk for centuries of thee,
   On that fateful day on the fifteenth of May,
   When Al-Ashraf Kalil, it’s people did slay.
  
  The Caliph his father as if by God’s hand,
   Lay dead by the walls, in the whispering sand.
   Kalil, laid siege with his army so great,
   Templars and populace awaited their fate.
  
  Some, but only a very few
   To escape by sea, lots they drew
   The panic was great, fear of Kalil renowned
   And old and young in the sea they drowned.
  
  The Templars fought like lions deranged,
   From dawn to dusk, but nothing changed.
   Now Kalil to them, no quarter gave,
   Not a single soul, that day they’d save.
  
  The son of the Caliph now breached the wall,
   Then blood ran free in St. Andrew’s Hall.
   The last bastion of the Crusaders fell,
   The sight of carnage, was a scene from hell.
  
  Young and old, he spared not one,
   Dark smoke covered the rising sun.
   The great doors of St. Andrew he carried away,
   To adorn the tomb, where his brother lay.
  
  The last battle of Knights Templar was fought on that day.
   And in Europe the church kneeled humbly to pray.
  
  
  
  
  Written by Masterblaster (AKA: Di.)
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• #371 Reply
  Posted by pryzmsticv on 08 Apr, 2016 00:13
• From our day ov ole, the beauty ov the brave & bold.
  Tales to be told, are the visions you uphold.
  Knights fighting, to protect what's near & dear to their hearts.
  The prose that you do tale, will hold on to the spells ov Camelot.
  Thank you mi lord, for visions ov your heart.
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• #372 Reply
  Posted by Clay Death on 08 Apr, 2016 00:16
• Quote from: pryzmsticv on 08 Apr, 2016 00:13

  From our day ov ole, the beauty ov the brave & bold.
  Tales to be told, are the visions you uphold.
  Knights fighting, to protect what's near & dear to their hearts.
  The prose that you do tale, will hold on to the spells ov Camelot.
  Thank you mi lord, for visions ov your heart.
  

  
  
  
  you are welcome lady V.
  
  
  your poetry stop is magical and inspiring.
  
  
  we are all enjoying it.
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• #373 Reply
  Posted by pryzmsticv on 08 Apr, 2016 00:25
• MY INSANE
  
  When you are, not feeling good.
  It's hard to smile, unto the world.
  This is one pain, that is slow.
  Making me hurt, with out control.
  Dark is the place to stay, when it grows.
  When you are, feeling this way.
  Still to maintain, visions you wish to restrain.
  Horror is this pain, feels like someone is extracting the brain.
  In the dark it is mundane, sometimes the ice refrains the pain.
  With the words, that are profane.
  God please take away, this mother f....g pain.
  Please, before I go insane.
  
  
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• #374 Reply
  Posted by EquineAnn on 08 Apr, 2016 03:13
• You're welcome, Lady Victoria. You write some good poems.
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