Welcome to Your Poetry Dot Com - Read, Rate, Comment on, or Submit Poetry. Browse Poetry Forums, or just enjoy other parts of our poetic community.
One of the largest databases of poetry on the net, now over 198,500+ poems!
Welcome to Your Poetry Dot Com    Poems On Site: 198,500+   Comments On Poems: 427,000+   Forum Posts: 105,000+
Custom Search
  Welcome ! Home  ·  FAQ  ·  Topics  ·  Web Links  ·  Your Account  ·  Submit Poetry  ·  Top 30  ·  OldSite Link 22-November 05:28:09 AEST  
  Menu
  Home
· Micks Shop
· Our eBay Store· Error Submit
 Poetry
· Submit Poetry
· Least Read Poems
· Topics
· Members Listing
· Old Site Post 2001
· Old Site Pre 2001
· Poetry Archive
· Public Domain Poetry
 Stories
· Stories (NEW ! )
· Submit Story
· Story Topics
· Stories Archive
· Story Search
  Community
· Our Poetry Forums
· Our Arcade
100's of Games !

  Site Help
· FAQ
· Feedback

  Members Areas
· Your Account
· Members Journals
· Premium Sign-Up
  Premium Section
· Special Section
· Premium Poems
· Premium Submit
· Premium Search
· Premium Top
· Premium Archive
· Premium Topics
 Fun & Games

· Jokes
· Bubble Puzzle
· ConnectN
· Cross Word
· Cross Word Easy
· Drag Puzzle
· Word Hunt
 Reference
· Dictionary
· Dictionary (Rhyming)
· Site Updates
· Content
· Special Content
 Search
· Search
· Web Links
· All Links
 Top
· Top 30
  Help This Site
· Donations
 Others
· Recipes
· Moderators
Our Other Sites
· Embroidery Design Store
· Your Jokes
· Special Urls
· JM Embroideries
· Public Domain Poetry and Stories
· Diamond Dotz
· Cooking Info and Recipes
· Quoof - Australian Story

  Social

Reaper's Child

Contributed by MysticFireFairy on Sunday, 13th November 2005 @ 02:42:15 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



Snow white skin she is born with a gift
A gift that holds death in a romantic spiral
But there grows a spirit a spirit so dead
There’s no how to live and no how to be lead

Here for the world not there for herself
Anyone out there to be her savior
To be her forgiver
To be there forever
She’s her own tormenter
It’s written on her

The reapers child is herself
Dead to everyone with her head out of place
All because she refuses to be
The back hand of everyone’s need

Here for the world not there for herself
Anyone out there to be her savior
To be her forgiver
To be there forever
She’s her own tormenter
It’s written on her

Its death before life, life after death
Her thoughts kinda killed her in all the mist
Its ok to fear her she’s not an open book
Snow white skin she is born with a gift
A gift that holds death in a romantic spiral




Copyright © MysticFireFairy ... [ 2005-11-13 14:42:15]
(Date/Time posted on site)





Advertisments:






Previous Posted Poem         | |         Next Posted Poem


 
Sorry, comments are no longer allowed for anonymous, please register for a free membership to access this feature and more
All comments are owned by the poster. Your Poetry Dot Com is not responsible for the content of any comment.
That said, if you find an offensive comment, please contact via the FeedBack Form with details, including poem title etc.
Re: Reaper's Child (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 15th November 2005 @ 07:53:17 PM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)
this brought tears 2 my eyes wow heart breaking and still beautiful . . .

((((((Kayla))))))


Ben


Re: Reaper's Child (User Rating: 1 )
by Lionel on Friday, 31st March 2006 @ 12:10:43 AM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)
Amazing. Such expression of feeling. With an editor to help, your poems would be phenomenal. I was very moved by this sad poem.
Ps. Christ forgives, Christ saves. He quickens dead spirits to life (Eph. 2:1). I hope she's not the grim reaper's child. God bless




While every care is taken to ensure the general sites content is family safe, our moderators cannot be in all places; all the time. Please report poetry and or comments that are in breach of our site rules HERE (Please include poem title or url). Parents also please ensure that you supervise your children well when they are on the internet; regardless of what a site says about being, or being considered, child-safe.

Poetry is much like a great photo, a single "moment in time" capturing many feelings and emotions. Yet, they are very alive; creating stirrings within the readers who form visual "pictures" of the expressed emotions within the Poem. ©

Opinions expressed in the poetry, comments, forums etc. on this site are not necessarily those of this site, its owners and/or operators; but of the individuals who post items to this site.
Frequently Asked Questions | | | Privacy Policy | | | Contact Webmaster

All submitted items are Copyright © to their submitter. All the rest Copyright © 2002-2050 by Your Poetry Dot Com

All logos and trademarks in this site are property of their respective owners.

Script Generation Time: 0.052 Seconds. - View our Site Map | .© your-poetry.com