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If i said that sometimes beautiful things are caused by sadness would you understand? That sometimes we many only truly appreciate what has been given if it has been lost... Some situations can only be understood through suffering , then we realize how beautiful and meaningful it was. There is...
Just as armor will protect warriors in a battle against opposing forces, God's armor will protect us against the Foe and Enemy who strives tenaciously to defeat all of us in the battle of life.
Short overview of my look upon the world today.
By Ronda Mckenzie
Isn't it my turn yet fate?
Its something i've thought about
Poetry | Updated Dec 4, 2011 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Myles B
Are you friend or foe?
Poetry | Updated Aug 3, 2011 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2
pull the trigger I wrote this before and posted it up 22nd May due to bullying I removed all my poems from this site and now Im adding them back on. Let me know what you think.
Itâ€™s where all of us want to go.
But to get to heaven
We must battle a foe.
We must fight the one
Who would bring us down.
Until our lives are done
And never fall down.
Poetry | Updated May 13, 2011 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 5 | Likes: 6
By Ray Mishpat
the dog you fear is barely the one with the deadly fangs; why turn the other way, you may just find your foe.
Poetry | Updated Mar 21, 2011 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Blake Wolf
The second of two poems I wrote a year ago.
Poetry | Updated Dec 13, 2010 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 1
Naomi is someone who has never thought that demons and the supernatural realm even existed, until the night of Halloween. She is haunted by a demonic presence and forced to see the reality of the truth.
He told her that she has opened up something evil, a portal to Hell. Even though it was by...
This is a poem about a friend I use to have who went behind my back and turned out to be a real bitch.
People keep betraying me. There's more knives in my back than there is skin. My best friends, people I thought I could trust, keep destroying me... I don't think I'll ever love again...
Poetry | Updated Jul 11, 2010 | Reads: 290 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Xelence A Madmentality
Ever thought you had a friend in someone only to learn, they were your ultimate nightmare? Learning this only after you have invested half your life into them...
I wrote this but My sister (mexi peanut) put it on her account, P.S I found out that a short rhyme in this poem is actually said in a movie I DIDN'T KNOW THAT UNTIL MEXI PEANUT TOLD ME!!!!!