Poems Everyone, Poems!! by Teresita Blanco
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Greatest Foe
by Teresita Blanco
Night
Cannot forgive
The
sins of yesterday,
One
cannot live
No
more ,this way.
Such
pain and sorrow
Cannot
be stripped,
Your
heart lies
In
justice’s grip!
The Pain
of Yesterday
Cannot
be forgotten today,
Your
cold eyes hides the pain
Of that
ill fated day.
I cannot
heal your gloom.
You are
now doomed,
You are
your greatest foe.
This City is a Prison
by Teresita Blanco
Tomorrow
we rise
Again to
drink
The
pavements’ dust.
Our
lungs,
They are
tar.
Each
breath
Is hard,
To take
in.
My soul
lies in chains!
These
golden links
Have
turned to iron.
This
burning prison
Burns bring
crimson.
My dead
desires
Have now
risen!
To call
me “liar”.
Behind
this mask
Lies my
twisted face,
The one
I left corrupted.
I now
lie prostrated,
Struggling
for one last breath.
This
city is a horror to me,
My soul
flinches
Beneath
its whip!
My
morals lie discarded,
My honor
forgotten!!
This
city is a Prison!!
This Heart Was Born Old
by Teresita Blanco
This
heart has never
Known
true sorrow,
Never
once.
Some
call me cold,
But I am
old.
My soul
has withered.
My heart
is bitter.
This
heart has known
Since
the first day
That
“all” was won,
By
others sweat,
By
others neck.
This
heart has never
Known
true horror,
It was
born cold,
It was
born old.
Always
living, forever dying.
Insomnia
by Teresita Blanco
I am so
tired
And the
bed
Looks so
inviting.
Sleepless
nights have changed me.
My legs
cannot hold me.
My eyes
close over me.
My eyes
grow tired
And the
bed
Looks so
inviting.
This
insomnia consumes me, devours me.
Faceless
shadows
Waltz before
me,
They
sing, they purr
A soft
calling.
This
curse hold me, unforgiving.
My limbs
grow numb,
And the
bed looks so inviting.
My heart
beats slow,
And the
Bed looks so inviting.
This
sleep, this curse…
And the
bed looks so inviting.
Copyright Teresita Blanco
No way in hell do you have permission to use my poems without my express written consent.Hell knows no fury as a lawsuit from me!!!
No way in hell do you have permission to use my poems without my express written consent.Hell knows no fury as a lawsuit from me!!!
your poem sucks anyway. Your grammar and sentence structure is hideous. Who would WANT to use your "poem"?! ugh!
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