Author Topic: Victoria's Poetry Stop (Read 55753 times)

pryzmsticv · « **Reply #600 on:** July 12, 2016, 11:58:20 pm »

Roses ov a crimson color, makes hearts want to flutter.
Camelot's supreme, ov roses seen.
Brings you into, a medieval time.
Where luv is so sublime, where we luv each others minds.
We are a family, ov a different kind.
Thank you dear, with the roses, my heart premiers.

Quote from: Clay Death on July 12, 2016, 11:39:12 am

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pryzmsticv · « **Reply #601 on:** July 13, 2016, 03:40:48 am »

MISERABLE RESTRAINTS

My mind distances itself, away from me.
To avoid, the pain I see.
When taking, control of my life.
It relieves me, ov my strife.
Though tame and mundane, visually I feel the hurt and pain.
Not always does my mind refrain, the miserable restraints.
Thru life, the heaviness ov the chains.
Prepares me for, insanity that seeps into the brain.
To feel the pain, you know that you are alive.
Hurt we do not like, where would we be.
Never feeling, emotionless our life would see.

pryzmsticv · « **Reply #602 on:** July 13, 2016, 04:01:31 am »

POETRY COMES TO LIGHT

How I luv the thunder, coming my way.
Smelling, ov the soft burn.
The lighting, in the array.
I luv it when it rains, hitting upon the panes.
I need, the window ov the night.
Shining on me, oh so bright.
So my poetry, will come to light.
With dark clouds, over my head.
Rain falls, as if to dread.
To me, wonderful instead.
Like a beautiful prose, that I have read.
Tears ov the proud, to souls being fed.
Dark clouds ov change, visual life's thread.
Darkest the souls, visions in my head.
Reapers mold, never to be bled.
Walking to hold, shadows of the night.
Guided by the beams, ov the moonlight.
Thoughts ov romance, begins their show.
With my prose, coming to light, thru the dark I tread.

guest256 · « **Reply #603 on:** July 13, 2016, 04:16:59 am »

I love your latest poems.

pryzmsticv · « **Reply #604 on:** July 13, 2016, 04:26:48 am »

DESTINY'S DESIGN

Don't know what to do, my heart says to get over you.
My mind says, to hold on in memories true.
Better for me, to walk away.
Then for you to pretend, your my song.
I will move on, as I was destined to.
I am me, I am forever strong.
Visions of new, I see for me.
I found, a new eternity.

guest256 · « **Reply #605 on:** July 13, 2016, 04:29:47 am »

That's a very good poem too.

RedDahlia · « **Reply #606 on:** July 13, 2016, 10:49:43 am »

Lady V, what beauty you show with the wonder of words that you put forth. Love and dark beauty you reflect. Thank you for posting.

pryzmsticv · « **Reply #607 on:** July 13, 2016, 08:14:26 pm »

Thank you my dear friend.
Visions in my mind, always comprehend.
The beating of the hearts, and their stand.
Congenial, my heart and mind will be.
Casting words, continuously.😚

Quote from: RedDahlia on July 13, 2016, 10:49:43 am

Lady V, what beauty you show with the wonder of words that you put forth. Love and dark beauty you reflect. Thank you for posting.

To you my dear friend, thank you again. My appreciation stands.😚

Quote from: EquineAnn on July 13, 2016, 04:29:47 am

That's a very good poem too.

pryzmsticv · « **Reply #608 on:** July 13, 2016, 08:19:02 pm »

SKINWALKER

Let me get under your skin, taking you from within.
Imprinting could be my sin, chasing inside your mind.
Mesmerizing I will begin, with each fragment of your design.
Inch by inch the I stroll, nor ov you I get to know.
Capricious ov this I could be, resplendent to me you show.
As my heart flow, rendering what are your needs.
The the night, our souls are a glow.
Loosing all your rights, pays a meager toll.
Iam the one, that has your soul.
With my luv for you, loosing control.
Together we have fun, moving as a whole.
As a skinwalker, we hunt and luv as one.
Under the moon, the skinwalkers' mystical sun.

pryzmsticv · « **Reply #609 on:** July 13, 2016, 09:20:23 pm »

LUVS' RUNAWAY

I Wish, that I could runaway.
To somewhere, far away.
Where there is, no one to see.
Maybe there's, no one I'll believe.
Somewhere, where I can still be me.
Believing in, what I believe.
Avoiding luv too, distancing thru.
Dreams, I hold on tight too.
Are the feelings, I have for you.
Mesmerized, by your mind.
I fell for you, over time.
God help me now, hold on to you.
So I can, go on luving true.
Let me take you, into my soul.
In my heart, we'll loose control.
Memories we'll create, together luv consoles.

guest256 · « **Reply #610 on:** July 14, 2016, 03:30:04 am »

You're welcome. I love your last poem too.

pryzmsticv · « **Reply #611 on:** July 15, 2016, 09:06:56 pm »

Thank you lady ann, friends are the best here
😚

pryzmsticv · « **Reply #612 on:** July 15, 2016, 09:34:12 pm »

Depression crimes

Today my mind, has slipped away.
Don't know, if I feel like play.
Sometimes, I feel like a castaway.
Never good enough, to say.
Getting tired of hearing, that this is the only way.
It is ok that my life is in an array, because of monsters on parade.
Don't need the cascades, ov the campaigns.
Just like the mundane, they've turned it into the killing game.
Depression, always comes to stay.
It's alright, just a big pain in my ass some days.
Never, know what to say.
My words, always come to play.
Let me find the way, in the visions of the changed.
Minds insane, temporarily the explained.
I know I am alive, beautiful is the pain.
So many thoughts, have run thru my mind.
What has happened, to mankind.
Have they completely, lost their minds.
Creating depression, monsters insane, should pay for their crimes.

Clay Death · « **Reply #613 on:** July 15, 2016, 09:50:32 pm »

Quote from: pryzmsticv on July 13, 2016, 04:01:31 am

POETRY COMES TO LIGHT

How I luv the thunder, coming my way.
Smelling, ov the soft burn.
The lighting, in the array.
I luv it when it rains, hitting upon the panes.
I need, the window ov the night.
Shining on me, oh so bright.
So my poetry, will come to light.
With dark clouds, over my head.
Rain falls, as if to dread.
To me, wonderful instead.
Like a beautiful prose, that I have read.
Tears ov the proud, to souls being fed.
Dark clouds ov change, visual life's thread.
Darkest the souls, visions in my head.
Reapers mold, never to be bled.
Walking to hold, shadows of the night.
Guided by the beams, ov the moonlight.
Thoughts ov romance, begins their show.
With my prose, coming to light, thru the dark I tread.

wonderful prose lady V.

Clay Death · « **Reply #614 on:** July 15, 2016, 10:26:50 pm »

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