Spade
In my heart, my love fades
To the small corners of dark color spades
I see it fester in its pointed edge
And to its death I solemnly pledge
"Kill my love, kill my heart"
then I smash the spade, till its love falls apart
Now all that's there, is sable ink
And into its fluid my hand does sink
I write with it all love's gain
And all we seek all in vain.
Love is not defined by anything
But a broken heart that cannot sing
In morbid ink, my soul I dress
And to love, my love I confess
My love of love, a dark spade
That kills my heart, the spade it made
I fade....
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Sing Poetry Sing
Through a heart to hearts is poetry a thing
Its meter, its rhyme, its beautiful scheme
Doth play to each, by our own voices sing
The poetic soul in poetry our art supreme.
Delicate, immense, a poem doth shape
The unknown soul, the unwritten mystery
Which in each sorrow, must so escape
Our morbid pain of human misery.
Sing poetry sing for our own sake
Construct thy rhythm for our own soul
And by poetry with poem insinuate love and make
The seed that grow and thine love that control
Our uncertain fate, our pain that dominate
For by thine heart and truth we can concentrate.
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Years of Tears
Years of tears for no ears to hear, lonely for years am I
Years of tears for no ears to hear in silence they dropp and die
Years of tears, hidden deep, I cannot weep, nor cry.
Years of tears, for many fears of dying alone, I sigh.
Years of tears which no one hears as many years go by.
Years of tears in the lonely sky, my tears grow wings and fly.
Years of tears, my smile shines, through its little lines, I lie.
Years of tears, my somber peers through my melancholy eye
Tears of tears, Years of Years, in my soul, I tie.
Years of tears for no ears to hear my tears weep goodbye….
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Planted In The Middle Of Earth's Mire
Planted in the middle of earth's mire
A sweet flower pungent in agonizing scent
With thorns on her stem, like a brier
To protect herself, for she's heaven sent
Causing hearts to bleed and senses to die
The love filled rose, its intense emotion
Sends the lover's muse to heights above high
Flying to death with open wings in motion
Inquiring heaven, to beg for her salvation
For she yearns to die and forever be free
From her pain, from her only vexation
The mire that surrounds, and threatens she
So I pick her flower and throw her away
Into heaven's shadow, wert she yearn to stay…
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A Smile Against Gray Rainy Clouds
Against the gray of glooms doom
Thy waxen countenance with smiles loom
A contrast to the murky gray
Thy face shines like a diamond in day
A tinge of a beautiful element
Infuses gold by the filament
Thy tawny eyes filled with treasure
Bring more joy than gold's bought pleasure
Under the darken clouds of tainted sight
Thy face limpid as crystallite
A morsel of magic thy animate
Light and love thy consummate
O! If gray days did imitate
There would be no need to precipitate
Tears of gray with no day
For our hearts to heavy weigh
So smile our tears away
And in thine light let us play.
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How can I cry if tears kill thee?
How can I cry if tears kill thee?
My love, my only sorrow, my pleasure am guilty
I internalize my sorrow so no one can take
The beauty it is and the love it doth make
To tell one of my pain; is to tell one my soul
My soul for my gain, only I will my soul control
The secret of my life is the secret I keep
Which me cherish and hold in my breast deep
It makes me who I art and what I be
The only thing mine, that none other can see
Secretly I cry in my true life inside
There I live and there my love confide
Forever with my sorrow I shall live
Miserly hoarding all its love it doth give
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Virginity Lost
By luminous light did life become
An adolescent child, a golden tint girl
Wrapped in linen of purple plum
Embroidered by the blue of earthly pearl
Born in the heart of a mother queen
Crowned by gold, the blood of pure
Serenity deem, the most serene child seen
A heart of woman, shy and demure
This woman never let her child go
Virgin her heart remained a girl
In her life, her virginity seamlessly show
Powerful virginity in her body unfurl
Beautiful woman, as rare as love true
The golden moon of sea, an idol ideal
Where in what are thee, wert art you?
Sublime and beauty, living and real
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Blinded By Beautiful and Innocent Sweetness
Born into beauty as beauty bequeath
Her gift of sentiment pouring into thee
Shaping a lady with innocence underneath
Gracefully flowing into thine heart free.
Thine fruit doth grow, like a fragile fig tree
For thy faithful lover to gently pick
And taste thy sweet juice, the sweetness of thee
Till thy sweetness doth make a lover love sick.
Innocent thy poison thy lover's blind faith
As blind as night, thy lover cannot see
That thy innocent beauty, famish till wraith
So I eat thy fruit till death take me
For I am thy lover, whom drinks thy sweet
And drinks to death, till I feel mine love complete
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A Woman's Heart
A heart of a woman, a heart where other hearts are made
A heart we run to when we are confused and afraid.
A heart where beauty keeps its secrets of sublime
A heart which survives the woes of pernicious time
A heart that beats the blood of truth
A heart, the symbol of love and loves proof.
The heart of our women, the heart of our mothers
The heart of our sisters, the heart of our brothers.
The mother heart, which creates all life
The mother heart which empathizes all our strife
A vessel in the heart of God
A vessel we steer through the struggles of life with; our immaculate rod.
The heart of woman
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Paradox of Truth
The most subtle lies art the greatest truth
Like the fairy tales of our imaginative youth
Each truth a paradox, a lie does tell
A truth somewhere in mythical spell
When one lies, truth still speaks
For in everything doth truth seek
To express itself to hearts to behold
The truth of life in every lie told
Told in such eloquent song
There is truth in something especially wrong
Rhetoric, myths, ignorance and lies
Truth in all, every truth belies.
If thou don't believe it is certainly true
For to believe is true to me and you
And in this poem if you believe no truth
Let this poem be truth's own proof….
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