cesereborgia
The worst pain is not from the dagger in your back, But from look of your close friend as they stab you. The worst pain is not from failing a group exam, But from your friends passing and you don't. The worst pain is not from seeing your …
The worst pain in this world is that of a dagger in your back which smells like the work of your closest ally's.
The silent spectator always there, The nurse, the cook, the carer so rare. The merciful protector so peacefully present, The emergency operator never hesitant. The heavy carrier, the pain bearer, The lenient judge always fairer. The jus…
Poetry should release a man of many symptoms, Or give him hope during grief. Poetry should light the halls of silence With its warm engaging glow never brief. Poetry should unite the lands under one verse Casting out the darkness and pain…
The best poems are those which speak to you from beyond the authors mind, where people can relate, feel and love every written word. That is, if one wishes to be engulfed into the selective world of true poetry...
In a Kingdom so well built and fair, The streets filled and the dungeons bare. Were the houses were made from the finest stone, By hardy people, sweat, blood and bone. Its markets filled with the richest goods, Its finances never went backw…
A strange sight was spotted on the north coast, Where the boatman would settle and boast Of the sights they have seen on this damp autumn night. What indeed was this strange sight? The longboats hugged the bank so tight, The seabirds danc…
The night hosted a fight by a tavern In old Denmark called the Gasping Dragon. In the brawl were two women of similar class, One was a farmer, held an amulet of brass. The other, a merchant’s wife from near port, A fair lady but like any ha…
All stood quiet on the western Gladeer Moors, Apothecaries stood with various cures. Percival De Morville was the strongest commander All his tales told had no slander. The strongest man for leagues ahead Could lift mountains one man said. …
Open the sea was, to the sailors delight The air was clean and the wind light, A COOK there was, hard at work Arranging the barrels where the rats did lurk Rocking to and fro the ship danced Shipmen following suite and pranced Along the cre…
I fear that in my generation, mankind will grow out of control, Overcrowding and violence will be its fall. I fear that in my generation, people will forget to care, In such a huge world is there any room in our hearts to spare? I fear that…