Listed here are my favorite poems that I have gathered from different places all over the net.

I am Ghost By Leslie Rule copy write 2002

I am in the shadow that creeps across your wall
And in the fingers of the wind as it tingles up your hair;
I am in the corner of the eye of the stranger lurking by;
I am Ghost.
I am in the shriek that shatters your sleep,
And in the dance of the branches of the dying autumn trees;
I am in the silence and in the shouting too,
I am Ghost.
I am in the tears weeping on your window
And reflected in the puddle in a fold between the ripples;
I am in the loneliness as she reaches for the phone,
And in the empty house, that aches for a family who will never return,
I am Ghost.
I am in the echo of hollow laughter gone;
I am in the rib in the wallpaper and the old patterns peeking through
And in the yellowed newspapers stacked up in the hall;
I am Ghost.
I am the invitation forgotten in the drawer
And in the legs of the spider who lives beside the light;
I am in the rusty ring on the claw-footed tub.
I am Ghost.

Still There by Don Ricketts copy write unknown

We search for bargains at the market.
They search for food.
We go to the doctor at the smallest illness, we have insurance.
They get a virus and die.
We buy our cars and burn our gas.
They watch the military vehicles drive by and watch
Their houses burn.
We wear name-brand clothing,
They wear something, sometimes.
We refurnish our homes.
They have a blanket and a bowl.
We turn on the television.
They are on it.
We watch and give sympathy.
They wait and receive nothing.
We turn the television.
They are still there.

Oblivion {Forgetfulness} By Unknown copy write 1997

My skin crawls with fury of danger
As my entire soul is struck stranger
To feel the uncertainty of empty abyss,
Falling victim to scurrility’s uninhabited kiss.

My veins pump with ferocious fever rapture,
As the bloodied eyed monster do recapture,
All that I encompass with master skill,
With nails so sharp concocting a kill.

My hair stands silently straight and static,
As noises from the unidentified becomes erratic,
Synapses inside my brain are urgently flowing,
The black hole continues to keep growing.

My teeth begin to clamor and chatter,
As creatures from murky world do clatter,
Across the dim twilight September skies,
Universe unkind are released by science’s lies.

My essence of existence trapped in space,
Where there’s no beginning and no trace,
Of any end to the horrored faced,
By way of the time traveler paced.

Mother Earth by art unknown copy write 1999

Let me swim inside your liquid wound and drown
Civilizations of cars,
Smog infested creatures,
Black tar lawns,
Sidewalks make strange designs for dizzy minds…

She’s dying slowly beneath
Countless human pace.
The ground hurts and bleeds and cries
Is this real?

Relatives of spring children
Hold secret meetings inside caves,
Rodent corpse will speak tonight.

The world is dressed in ruins,
Looking for a king or god.
She’s on the verge of death
Consumed, tired, and calls us.
Her city plays electric sounds for wanton ears…

A panther roamed the hallways,
With vision for night
Dragon insect green
With golden pyramids luxuriant abode.
Cactus money machine
Desert voyeurs.
Midnight testimony
We’re born with freedom
With fever and fear.
Life garden flowers in soft spring
With limbs made of stone.

We’re alive,
Would you believe me if I told you?
Are you really there,
Or are you dead,
Dressed in a cruel costume?

Reprisal by unknown copy write 1999

Once again I’ve succumbed,
I can smell my own flesh burning,
Yet I feel no pain.
I’ve consumed by the complexity of this loss.
Let the fire sear my body and purify my soul
Cleanse me of this contention
For I cannot resist no longer.
Day upon day I witness the pale slivers of
Control slipping from my grasp.
I’m lost in confusion
These scenes replay over and over in my mind,
Then power out onto these pages in shade of reprisal,
In my own sacred representation
You’ll never feel what I feel,
You’ll never understand,
Yet I’m bound to this cycle.
Bound to the sorrow,
Bound at the hands and feet,
Left to analyze my thoughts and
Forced to transform my speculation.
Into vaguely recognizable sounds and ideas.
Forced to strip these visions down to petty words and letters.
They writhe and contort,
Struggling to define the boundaries of my introspection
Always falling short.

Vampyric Eyes by unknown copy write 1999

The moon blood red
The thirst grows even more
Tastes of vengeance
Run to Death’s door

Do not seek salvation
Or lover’s bliss
For you will not survive
The vampyre’s kiss.

One taste of your life
Destined to be mine
You feel the changes
Ravage your mind.

You seek to escape
My lustful advance
But in the end
You’re in a trance.

You are now complete
One with me
Vampyric eyes
By now you see

The Tide by unknown copy write 1999

She sits alone in an empty room,
The lamplight shattered,
The atmosphere gloom
She quivers with fright,
A tear in her eye,
She blinks aimlessly and musters a sigh.
Her once shiny hair hangs limp and dull.
She whimpers at the shadows on the wall.
The thin sunlight streams across her beaten face;
It streams across the door-she is trapped,
She wonders if he’ll be back today,
She dreams of hiding,
Of running away.
Suddenly the doorknob turns,
And light parades inside.
She drops her head,
And shuts her eyes.
And dreams of
The rolling Tides.

Mother by unknown copy write unknown

God took the sunshine from the skies,
And made the love lights in your eyes,
From honeyed flowers he took the dew,
And made your tears, unselfish and true.
Upon a rock your faith he built,
With angel prayers your breath he blew.
And with his love made yours divine
But best of all he made you mine

Untitled by BloodThorn copy write 1999

The curse of mortal lovers,
Enjoy them while you can,
A kiss, a touch, an embrace and then ashes.
A brief moment of joy.
That leaves us nothing.
A moment of passion and ten the taste of blood
And dust.
Love is not eternal,
Love is no forever.
One day you will blink your eyes and they will be
One day you will blink your eyes and they will be
Such is the price of eternity,
The guilt and pain of being forever,
Is that those we love and not.

Life’s Battle Against Death By Hauschildt copy write 1999

A warm flood of blood rizzles through me
This for me the elixir of life gives me
I close my eyes and let the blood do it’s
Slowly my dead body fills with energy
It rizzles through me to my very fingertips.
My strength returns and I feel alive
Her heartbeat slow down as life ebbs
Life’s eternal battle against death has begun.
Now her hear beats with my heart rhythm.
Heart against heart as life against death.
Full and satisfied I let her sink down
Open my eyes and look at my doing
The colour of death has lain its veil
Upon her face
The empty eyes stare at me without seeing
These beautiful glass clear eyes once full
Of life
A final sigh escapes her pale lips
Death takes her in his arms and carries her away
I have hereby done her a favor
I have given her the gift of eternal youth
Never will she grow old
Never has she been as beautiful as she is now
Death suits her
Ruby red pearl on white silk
Blood droplets on silk skin
In my quiet mind I thank her
Only by killing I can live
I live forever and must take many lives
The kiss of death is my greatest passion
No one can hide from me
I am everywhere
Call me the Lord of Darkness.

Lady Sarya by Akasha and Jeffrya Knyghte copy write 1999

With a broken heart and dreams of hope
Her son and father that she held so close
She gazes up towards the sky
They’re gone away and she wonders why

She longs to embrace the one’s she hold so dear
They’re so far away and yet so near
Fate has taken them away
She knows they’re in a safe, happy place

She knows they’ll be together again
She has support of all of her friends
They’re in a place of no sorrows and tears
For her love is what suits her fears

Clear Conscience by Savge Angel copy write 1999

Killed…killed by man’s indulgent needs,
Killed…killed by a man we could not see.
Life taken from life,
In order to sustain,
No longer part of the game
I can’t see my way clear,
Tradition pounded into my head over the years,
I know we don’t need to kill to survive,
This path I walk.
I must decide.
It’s no one’s choice but mine to decide,
For my own piece of mind.
Do I want this blood on my hands?
Where does my compassion begin or end?
Do I want this blood on my hands?
I’ve got to do what is right.
Clear conscience…
I must decide,
Defining my intentions would only weaken my convictions,
Actions speak louder than words.

Soldier’s Tears by Savge Angel copy write 1999

The sunsets on a deafening silent fear of war,
Casting its long rays upon the last fighter.
Charred beasts of twisted steel lay still and silent now,
Their growls of fire and rage at rest.
And on that field of fire and blood,
Sits a lone figure sitting on a rock, watching,
Watching angels and demons crawl
Over the corpse of his fallen kin,
Watching their scavenger’s game,
As they carry away the true spoils of war.
The souls of the warriors being brought to heaven and hell,
To be used again as soldiers in this never
Ending battle of labeled good and evil.
He sits and watches this labor and with
His glorious pride turning into
Bitter shame he lets a single tear roll
Along his smoke tanned skin.
The single tear mingling with his bloodstained flesh,
He moved his killer’s hands to wipe away
This single drop,
Running his fingers along the scares of old.
Replaying memories of freshly ancient mellow
Remembering the surge of power and horror
Pulsing trough his veins,
Reliving the heat of battle upon his skin,
And then once again he opens his eyes,
Now feeling the cold winds of a bitter
Victory hitting his face and the heat of a hell at his back,
He stands and rushes towards the servants of the beasts of creation,
Charging their feeding forms,
Their reddened eyes and bloody lips
Looking to him in challenge and shock,
They rise and then their false images
Melt away with his enraged cry,
He falls to his knees and raises his hands to the crimson heavens and brings
Them smashing to the earth in fists of pure hatred.
His demand for answers fading as the sun sets upon that battlefield,
Warring as once again he has fulfilled
His internal cause of death,
Being the lone warrior again living to die in another war,
Living once again as an ancient corpse,
Living with his tears…

Loss by LadyDark copy write 5/14/1999

Hold your child this night
You never know if you will awaken,
To hear the laughter, the cries, or
Even the bickering of siblings in your home.

Hold your wife this night
You never know if you will awaken
To hear her say, I love you,
Or sometimes that you have made her mad.
You will not have the second chance of making up.

Hold your husband this night
You never know if you will awaken,
To hear him tell you what a wonderful
Mother and wife you are to him and his

Hold your lover this night
You never know if you will awaken
For them to propose marriage
To vow their commitment,
To tell you how much you mean to them.

Hold your life this night
You never know if you will awaken
To find your dreams, your goals
Your desires.

Hold on to what you have…
You never know when it can
Be taken away with the blink of an eye.

The Fields of Athenry by Pete St. John copy write unknown

By a lonely prison wall
I heard a young girl calling
“Michael they have taken you away
For you stole Trevelyan’s corn
So the young might see the morn
Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay.”

Low lie the fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly
Our love was on the wind
We had dreams and songs to sing
It’s so lonely ‘round the fields of Athenry.

By a lonely prison wall
I heard a young man calling
“Nothing matters Mary when you’re free
Against the famine and the crown.
I rebelled, they cut me down
Now you must raise our child with dignity.”

Low lie the fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly
Our love was on the wind
We had dreams and songs to sing
It’s so lonely ‘round the fields of Athenry.

By a lonely harbor wall
She watched the last hour falling
As the prison ship sailed out against the sky
But she’ll live and hope and pray
For her love in Botany Bay
It’s so lonely around the fields of Athenry.

Low lie the fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free bird fly
Our love was on the wind,
We had dreams and songs to sing
It’s so lonely ‘round the fields of Athenry.

Flowers of Scotland by Roy MB Williamson copy write unknown

O flower of Scotland
When will we see?
Your life again,
That fought and died for,
Your we bit Hill and Glenn
And stood against Him,
Proud Edward’s Army,
And sent him homeward
Tae think again.

The Hills are bare now
And autumn leaves lie thick and still
O’er land that is lost now
Which those so clearly held
That stood against him
Proud Edward’s Army
And sent him homeward
Tae think again.

Those days are past now
And in the past they must remain
But we can still rise now
And be the nation again
That stood against him
Proud Edward’s Army
And sent him homeward
Tae think again

O flower of Scotland
When will we see
You’re like again,
That fought and died for
Your wee bit Hill and Glenn
And stood against him
Proud Edward’s Army
And sent him homeward
Tae think again.

Do not go Gentle by Dylan Thomas copy write 1800’s

Do not go gentle into that good night
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying now bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gently into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight,
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse; bless me now with your fierce tears,
I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Last Breath by Akasha Knyghte copy write 4 march 1998

Crying out in hopes of being heard
A baby lies in a darkened room
No one comes to comfort the child
A shadow enters, in masked by the moon.

A man dressed in black looks at the child
The parents are dead, taken for his own
He cannot take a life so young
But he can’t leave the small one here alone

He picks up the girl and holds her close
He has no children to call him dad
He can’t take her, it’s not right
The thought of her death makes him sad.

He knows what it is he must do
She is not and cannot be his kin
He will not feed from her
To do such a thing is more than a sin.

He takes the knife and looks at it coldly
Is this a joke or a test?
If he had known she was here, he would have left
Too late now, it is time for death.

One swift move is all it will take
He raises the knife above his head
It’s not for her and it must be done
Into his chest, he draws his last breath

Night Angels by Akasha Knyghte copy write 19 December 1997

Dusk sets upon the cemetery
The angels open their eyes
The roses fall to the frozen ground
Blackened souls arise

Night’s children are on the prowl
The beast within is out to kill
The hunger devours their soul
The thirst must be fulfilled.

Angelic hearts with demonic desires
To feed the beast that lurks inside
Killing the innocent
Who have nowhere to hide

The blood flows freely over their lips
Deafening silence as the hearts give in
The immortal challenge, no one hears
The dying breathe of the ultimate sin.

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