Poems About Appreciate And War (Alexandrine Poetry)

Your silence dances (Alexandrine Poetry)

Your love for me a very little extra than almost nothing usually means,

When enjoy as feeling of self might be, than mine, a lot less solid,

When thrill of really like may perhaps preserve the ache on withered greens

And evening of dreams is like a teared and jerking song.

Your silence dances meaning’s text on face’s frown,

My eye of winter season follows stream of gentle on sky,

Erratic movement of unpleasant terms by stripping down

Their sense of which means sounding like a unfortunate ”good bye”. 

With purple unfolded kisses thrilling white delight,

The moon replaces lacking sunshine with all all-around.

It can make me dance my will in dreams’ abstract on height.

It would make me really feel the really like once more and heals my wound.

The War

An invisible black hiatus of disappointment,

An eerie silence as an immense void,

No beacon of hope in this sad badness,

Dislike leaving quite a few spaces ruined,

Bloody war getting up far too substantially house,

Victims stumbling on a rocky route of lifetime,

Curving fates shyly lifting with unfortunate grace,

Quantum like attempting to dissipate the strife,

Cold dying retaining the ideology of war,

Winners covering themselves with glory,

Remarkable effects trying to disregard,

Their considering turning into significantly gory.

In A Love Dawn

Thou arrived to me at that dawn

Acquiring these kinds of beautiful blue eyes.

The enjoy I felt was just a mirage.

Thou appeared like a blonde angel,

But thy sadness was pretty human.

I read that sadness and the reduction.

Thy identify was the title of a king.

The mild of a candle commenced to glow

Inside of the area of our woeful souls.

There, His loving eyes achieved our tears.

The pulsation coming from that star

And the beat of our hearts became

One in the intoning voices of appreciate.

Evil Earths (Horror Poetry)

Screaming voices shattering the inner mirror of love

Clattering to nothingness, looking independence in place,

Bloody tunes tightly warping their blue heaven over

In the thin and chill air disappearing with out a trace,

O’er unfortunate whispers, wind whipping as a result of the wounds

For the symphony of demons’ dreams as a veil disguise,

Bloody voices needing to establish up stomping grounds,

Buried hazard sprouting out to retain increasing in measurement,

The salty tears of liquid souls forming watery waves,

Beauties in crimson waiting to encounter on their panic of demise,

Nevertheless screaming although drowning in the chilly watery graves,

Tearing the silence with their groan and bleeding breath.