Random Poems

Embrace

The wind shrieks and howls, biting harshly at the crimson rose.
They rip it out of the ground, toss it to the pale moon.
Flowers sob in grief of their beloved, desperately wanting more.
They yearn for the action, begging to be spared, to be loved...
Plead for them all, want that last glorious kiss...
"Stop being fools!" They cry out, "It's nothing more than some games..."

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Persuade, struck with grief, feelings are the pawns of games.
Yet, the wind still carries the warriors off, the crimson rose
Daintily hovers over fields, the falls gently to the ground for a kiss.
All he can do is stare down in disgrace; uphold pride, you palr moon.
She can only wail in misery, clutching onto herself, young loved.
Young have fallen before all, still fools to want more.

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They give all they can, drain their soul for one, and still want more.
Try to calm, breathe... it's nothing more than just a childish game...
What fools you must be to be genuinely loved...
She was beauty, but expendable... no more than a wilted, dying rose...
And all he can do is stare in wishful thinking, that frail moon...
All you want, all you can taste is that lingering first kiss...

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That first, passionate kiss...
"Never let go, for I'll never let go.", she begs for more...
And all he can do is stare longingly at the moon,
Wishing to let go, rid of these mindless games,
To go back, reach out for his perfect rose.
Wanting that blissful feeling again...to be loved...

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"Oh, how I yearn for him, to be touched and loved...
Woe is me, how idiotic and desperate I am for his kiss...
Why won't he come... reach out for his rose?
Oh, what a child everyone must think I am to want more...
They always play those wretched games...
I need him... I need my moon..."

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He moans and weeps in heartache, her poor, frail, pale moon...
"I would die a thousand deaths for that feeling... to be delved in love...
I will knock the board over, walk across the coals that burn in hatred, enough of these wretched games!!"
Break your chains, sprint the halls for a kiss...
Many desired him, but he only desired her... wanted her more...
He found his delicate, heartbroken rose.

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They cling to each other, burning for that kiss, they beg each for more...
Sobbing, the rushed feeling of being loved again felt, broken are  the games...
She fell into her moon's arms, and he caressed his delicate rose...