Bryan De Poet
The Poet, Screenplay-Writer and Song -Writer (Bryan De Poet) instigated writing in 2001 at age of 12 years, my zeal and appetence towards writing was and is my mother. How juvenile I was in 2001, I started by transcribing Songs, So far I have written twice as many songs as my age, but what I remember, I have written four songs for 4 artists.
In 2006 I floated towards writing short... more »
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Bryan De Poet Poems
Angels! ! ! Pristine they are, Angels are our aegis. Angels are our confidants,
'Friends Are Like Trees'
For a record, A best friend covers your past from floating to the present life! Though we also have, Next-door friends.
Pessimists call Maths, abyss of a subject, A subject invented to detest their brains, A subject of arithmetical errors, Errors, that need a heap of stint to complete the puzzle.
“This Cold Morning In December”
Some memoirs are just hard to erase because they are sorrow, That cold morning in December last year! When I peeked through the window, And I unsealed my lungs to breathe in
"My Gold Dream"
Journalism! My gold dream, So out competing it's. Sighted by a crowd.
Christmas is Here, Jesus is Born
Jesus was born to Virgin Mary 2000 years ago, And his legacy dwells to date. Hey yes, let's sing for the birth of Jesus. I said, hey yes let's sing for the birth of Emmanuel,
‘ANDREA CORRECT ME IF I'M WRONG'
Tantamount Andrea, Your beauty crumbles my veins and compels me to whisper to desire. My heart blossoms as the fantasizes stir to my brains, Call it desire, bonny or may be, mirage.
Walls invade privacy of badmouths! Walls articulate, Wandering how they articulate? Echoes! Echoes! Echoes! Ears! Ears! Ears!
This Fantasy Is Just Too Much
I'm so cheerful that I'm finally conferencing about, my fantasy, It might seem so abstruse, But this fantasy, I'm about to relate to you is just too much, I'm despondent when I wet dream in my bed,
I Will Smile
I smile, to dispense out the rage in my soggy heart! Most folks smile, if they're dwelling in cloud nine. I will smile, when I get that kiss from my child hood crush, Like Bow Wow did from Tyra Banks.
Look at me, I'm a 25 year trendy maker! I feature a brand new me, at present! Look at me, and Read through my transition, I wear George and shave jeans,
I Speak Speeches
Alicia altered my life attachments! All I say, all I see, all just happen! Errors exist in English! Emotive enable enthusiasts explore!
33 And Beautiful
I was strolling through the rich coast on a Sunday evening, No doubt, I had glanced at beautiful Enid, I have to accede; your face, all, of you, is incredible, pristine and attractive. Through the trials, I was transfixed,
A kiss from an angel, is brief. A kiss from a frog, is dirty, Kissed by an army of frogs, Thee is as unclean as sin.
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Angels! ! !
Pristine they are,
Angels are our aegis.
Angels are our confidants,
Confidants who know what we want!
Angels are sidekicks!
Angels! ! !
Legends they are,
Who work around the clock?
I prefer calling them enthusiasts.
Angels are our seekers.
Angels! ! !
Heroes they are,
In tragedy, angels consume us to keep heart and have hope!
Angels are victors!
Angels are noble!
Let's accolade angels.
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