Anpalidors poems

[anpalidor]

In the darkness,
morning isn't here-
despite your efforts and prayers for light....

Darkness isn't the night,
it is the void of space and time-
the things that haunt your mind...

Insanity beckons,
a beast in the gloomy endless space-
chases after you...

You lose what you hold dear,
for your grip is hard-
nothing you can do or say will bring back the marters...

They are gone,
they are not here-
if you seek, find if you can, what lurks inside the hearts of man...

Darkness and the Light,
brings forth human twilight-
an endless war...

You see on the sky,
in shades of grey-
though they appear, colors, in their ways...

The gateway of the soul,
lies behind the eyes-
look to hard, though, you'll often lose your mind...

The Light it beckons,
same as the Dark-
it searches for its followers...

Twelve did follow,
often to the grave-
but who will truly know, if really they were saved...

They became better,
though perfect no-
which makes you wonder, if perfect is a show of morals or just a solemn dance...

I think if you believe,
belief will make it so-
ask me what I believe, for I will tell you nothing, for secrets I have inside...

You are silly,
if you tell-
knowing is half the battle, and the other is just hell.

[anpalidor]

I sit upon my throne of Lies,
deception's master-
a blight that deceives the land...

The world stirs in rejection of my design,
Government aids in my treachry-
a sign that there will be no end...

Power is my illusion,
I can give you despair-
depression and oppresion, my influence...

Skilled in the art of silence,
I am the undertow beneath the surface-
Dark Lord of Violence...

Disdain my name,
creator of modern man-
the sinking sands that bind your mind...

Blame me for who you are,
Scarred amd bleeding-
though not by my hand...

The eyes are the vision of your soul,
the blind haven't a door-
pale eyes see what you can not...

Belie your spirit,
cleanse it if you can-
for I am not your boogeyman...

I need not climb in your bed,
I am the voice in your head-
the serenity you seek...

Blank and cold,
not hot nor ill-
the five doesn't burn, it sears the soul...

Madness, is salvation,
wasted faith with no compensation-
reeking prayers, your essence can't be saved...

Not with word,
Action speaks-
Numbers tell the tale...

And hell hath the mulititude...

And devotion despite your dismay.

[Niamh]

Nice Poems Anpalidor:thumbs_up Just to let you know i moved these here to personal poetry and merged them together in one thread for you retitling the thread Anpalidors poems. Because this is a busy part of the forum there is a one thread limit a day in Personal poetry, but if you have a single thread for all your poems, you can post in it as much as you like.:) It is also very handy for keeping track of your poems.:)
Please post more poems!
Niamh:)

[dibyendra]

I sit upon my throne of Lies,
deception's master-
a blight that deceives the land...

The world stirs in rejection of my design,
Government aids in my treachry-
a sign that there will be no end...

Power is my illusion,
I can give you despair-
depression and oppresion, my influence...

Skilled in the art of silence,
I am the undertow beneath the surface-
Dark Lord of Violence...

Disdain my name,
creator of modern man-
the sinking sands that bind your mind...

Blame me for who you are,
Scarred amd bleeding-
though not by my hand...

The eyes are the vision of your soul,
the blind haven't a door-
pale eyes see what you can not...

Belie your spirit,
cleanse it if you can-
for I am not your boogeyman...

I need not climb in your bed,
I am the voice in your head-
the serenity you seek...

Blank and cold,
not hot nor ill-
the five doesn't burn, it sears the soul...

Madness, is salvation,
wasted faith with no compensation-
reeking prayers, your essence can't be saved...

Not with word,
Action speaks-
Numbers tell the tale...

And hell hath the mulititude...

And devotion despite your dismay.

Very strong expressions Anpalidor ! Keep up your good work :thumbs_up. If you don't mind, I would like to rectify some few spelling mistakes here in this poem.

treachry should be treachery.
oppresion should be oppression.
amd, you meant amid ?
mulititude should be multitude.
boogeyman should be bogeyman .

But they are just simple mistakes which we all make sometimes and doesn't hamper the meaning of your poem anyway. Great work Anpalidor !