Teresita Blanco Poems : Let Down Your Guard, 2 Fragments, and Mirror

Teresita Blanco Poems : Let Down Your Guard, 2 Fragments, and Mirror

The first poems is Let Down your Guard. The poem is about someone who is always on the defense. That person must lower his guard. He will not come to harm. The two fragments are peachy. Nothing too far out there. The last poems is another one of those "Look Past the Mirror" poems. This one I wrote a day I thought the Wizard was a demon. My brother has always very convincing argument. Its disgusting! However, I am getting better at not letting him influence me. In any case, these four poems of mine deserves 5 stars rating.

Let Down Your guard
by Teresita Blanco

Behind those eyes

Hides a raging flame,

Driving you insane.

You can never cope.

Only hope,

With your foe, with your woe!

Let down your guard,

You will not come to harm.

You must smile

At their guile,

You must kiss

Their cold steel.

You must yield,

Put down your shield.

Enter now true bliss.

Let down your guard,

You will not come to harm.

Do not raise your shield,

To them you must yield.

I cannot bear,

Your menacing glare.

Those cold eyes

Were once like mines.

In your glare

I see only hell.

Put down your guard,

You will never know harm.

Smile at your foe,

Die for their woe,

Surrender today

To see a new day.

Let down your guard,

You will never know harm!  

Fragment
by Teresita Blanco

Come close and hear me speak.

Help me find the one I seek.

Ill repaid my efforts were,

I cannot return to “before”.

Bellow this dark pool

Sings the old, cold fool.

His eyes reflect my regret,

His heart yearns to forget.

 

Fragment
by Teresita Blanco

Beneath so much hate

A flower yearns to bloom!

Her life spells your doom!

It’s written in the stars, its fate. 

Mirror 
by Teresita Blanco

Look past the mirror,

What do you see?

An empty face, filled with horror,

An empty space, there lies he.

You cannot see

Behind the mirror,

There is only darkness.

There is only blackness.

Look past the mirror,

What do you see?

A cold frail hand

Seeking to live again,

A soul that’s damned,

That always felt pain.

Behind the mirror,

Lies an untold sorrow,

That you can’t behold.

His hand, frail and cold,

The hearth lies hollow.

Look past the mirror,

To the face you refuse to see!!

Days and ages,

Bring forth changes.

As he now ages,

The hand you held

Has withered in hell.

He lies beyond help,

For him you fell.

 
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