Thoughts

ren

In the shadows where whispers dwell,
Beneath the moon’s forlorn spell,
Echoes of silence creep and crawl,
A chilling dance in the dead of fall.

Night drapes its cloak, a thickened air,
Eyes like embers, deep with despair,
The hollow wind sings a mournful tune,
Beneath the gaze of a vengeful moon.

Lost souls wander through fields of dread,
Counting the words that remain unsaid,
In the depths of dark, their secrets keep,
Where dreams lie shallow, and shadows seep.

Each breath a ghost, each heartbeat a sigh,
In the cradle of night, the light starts to die,
Whispers entwined with the roots of fear,
In this somber realm, the end draws near.

So tread softly on this haunted ground,
Where the echoes of the past forever resound,
For in darkness, truths reveal their face,
And the heart of the night holds a whispered embrace.

w1ckedsticky1983

@dqrkk dangg man, that so good!!! youre gonna be a future poet frr

Kimura

@GrilledCat roses are head Violets are blue if your father says his coming he's lying to you

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beautiful, VEry very very beautiful!

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i love it!

SHADE-

@dqrkk
that is really deep and profound. i would've up voted you but unfortunately i can't so this is my way of saying i liked it ^_^

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liam that shit was amazing fr u should write me 1

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@YourAriesBestie
you mentioned i will cry,
quite the oppisite i say. im quite dry
but i will say something about you
you seem to think your the main
but when i make ryhmes you feel nothin' but pain
and btw that poem was tame /j

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@GrilledCat Grilled?
you'll be nothing but ash when i'm done with you
go to sleep!
you're taking this too seriously
its not that deep!
You're not a cat you're a stinky rat
do as you're told and move away
before I take you down at your dismay

ren

In the digital realm where shadows play,
There’s a cat named GrilledCat, led astray.
With a sizzle and pop, think you’re a gourmet,
But your flavor’s bland, like a dish gone gray.

You strut with swagger, thinking you’re supreme,
But your jokes fall flat, like a broken dream.
Chasing your tail, lost in your own game,
While the real cats laugh and roll their eyes in shame.

You claim to be fierce, the king of the chat,
But you’re just a softie in a crispy hat.
So step back, GrilledCat, take a good look,
You’re more like a side dish, not the main cook.

With a flick of the whisker and a sharp little rhyme,
I’ll serve up this diss, and it’s right on time.
So remember your place in this virtual scene,
‘Cause the real cats are here, and we’re living the dream.

ren

@YourAriesBestie

ren

look at that

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how dare browsedns hide these beautiful poems from me for 12 days