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Stephen Paul Poems
Am Leaving The World
Cutting me down for that ugly rest, Bringing down from me that pretty nest Stripping out the leaves of mine, Down and down with that blade's canine
INTO THE LAPS OF THE NATURE...
Blessed was me, Being a part of that highest peak unknowingly... The peak from which the rivers originate, Flowing and flowing they reach to the sea...
Leaving those sweet eyes, And leaving that sweet era... I just wanna tell you all, A last sayonara
Yes, I Want To Live With You Again!
Far away from my heart, To the beneath where there still lies a pain... Each moment of mine says, Yes, I want to live with you again...
A Knot Of Beauty
Fingers were crossed when, I saw her for the first time...
Hopping and jumping, From the schools did we come... From humans, Monkeys we did become...
Leaves Of Love
With such love and care, The shrub of my love grown... As the seeds were pure, And into the deep of the heart they were sown...
The Moral of a Coquette
With that ugly love the girl started to pretend, The nerves of mine started to bend... Was so much lost into the thoughts of that devil, That slowly my happiness came to an end...
No Weapons and No Property
No weapons and no property, Imagine how the world would be No fights and no war, Which make the relationships sour
That Broken Star...
My love was like a broken star, Never knew it would go so far... troublemaker for her I started to become, Heart was broken and was behind the bar...
MY LUCKY CHARM...
Innocence slept within her, Didn't like to pretend... Zestful was the nature, I just hoped it would never ever end...
Buried me into that love pit, That love was simply made for myself to lit... Unfortunately my love was so much great, That great which was unable to fit in that ugly pit...
Comments about Stephen Paul
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
Am Leaving The World
Cutting me down for that ugly rest,
Bringing down from me that pretty nest
Stripping out the leaves of mine,
Down and down with that blade's canine
Beaten up was me with that sharpened axe,
Leaving behind those immortal cracks
Drop by dropp fell my swollen tears,
They never knew that cutting me was a global fear
This humanity turned out to be too much fake,
Who will cherish the loneliness of that lovely snake?
Listening to my words they started to cry,
Visible were the tears of that helpless butterfly
Am leaving the world my dear friends, ...