Orlando Belo

Veteran Poet - 1,231 Points (Derby, England)

Orlando Belo Poems

1. I Walk The Road 8/1/2010
2. Imaginary Friends? 8/1/2010
3. Blood Lust 8/1/2010
4. I Didn’t Choose This Unnatural Way 8/3/2010
5. Night Feeders 8/3/2010
6. Sophia’s Tale 8/3/2010
7. As A Lad 8/6/2010
8. The Progeny Of Pure Energy 8/10/2010
9. A Prophet, A President, A Dictator, And A King. 8/11/2010
10. Moved On 8/11/2010
11. Eight Minutes To One 8/11/2010
12. The Chair 8/12/2010
13. The Grave Yard 8/12/2010
14. Just Over A Year Ago 8/12/2010
15. House Of Shadows 8/13/2010
16. My Search For The Perfect Host 8/14/2010
17. Megan’s Tree 8/14/2010
18. No Rest For The Living Or Dead 8/15/2010
19. Goodbye Old, Hello New 8/15/2010
20. The Visitor 8/16/2010
21. Woman Of Magic 8/16/2010
22. The Underground Carpark 8/16/2010
23. The Price Of A Soul 8/17/2010
24. The Recorded Message 8/18/2010
25. My Last New Years Eve Party 8/19/2010
26. ‘the Oak’ 8/20/2010
27. No Sun Or Moon 8/22/2010
28. Unknown Light 8/23/2010
29. The Ballerina 8/24/2010
30. Dimension Merge 8/24/2010
31. Another Man's Sin Can Do You In 8/24/2010
32. Jackie 8/24/2010
33. The Vanishings 8/27/2010
34. The Children Trees 9/11/2010
35. Mother’s Mirror 9/20/2010
36. The Darkness 9/21/2010
37. The Bench By The River 9/21/2010
38. Hidden Skeletons 10/1/2010
39. I Closed My Eyes 10/12/2010
40. The Recollection Of Dreams 10/13/2010
Best Poem of Orlando Belo

Don’t Judge A Book By Its Cover

Don’t judge me by the way I look
and by the way I have my hair.
Don’t judge me by my dirty shoes
and by the way my jeans have tears.

Don’t think because I have tattoos
that I’m not nice to know.
Don’t think because I swear
that I have no feelings to show.

My appearance is a defence
to how I feel inside.
My sensitivity is my weakness
so my appearance is just a lie.

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Blood Lust

I found out by the purest accident
that I like the taste of blood.
I felt ashamed to tell anyone,
but denying it would do no good.

I bought meat from the butchers
and extracted what I could,
but the taste failed to satisfy,
which left me craving human blood.

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