Aniron - Hello Poetry

It's a strange kind of love The waves that are held captive by the sea Yet to be kissed by the shoreline eventually

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Mar 5, 2021

Mar 5, 2021 at 4:54 PM UTC

It's a strange kind of love The waves that are held captive by the sea Yet to be kissed by the shoreline eventually

her solid feet still travel the lonesome barren land the vast savage grounds she holds in her heart like fire. with pride she walks and dances through the dark, through the flame she leaves her mark but never lingers oh, she is only with the wind to stay

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Nov 27, 2018

Nov 27, 2018 at 9:26 AM UTC

of nowhere

her solid feet still travel the lonesome barren land the vast savage grounds she holds in her heart like fire. with pride she walks and dances through the dark, through the flame she leaves her mark but never lingers oh, she is only with the wind to stay

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if it does not leave me bewitched terrified to the bone give me that sensation of unease right before a fall if my skin does not live its seasons the chill of winters twilight the warmth of its embers of homecoming during a storm if it’s not like the crash of waves against bare rocks its devoting mark full of trembles its withholding before the bursting ****** Love, you ask? if love isn’t all that, I don’t want it oh, I don’t want it at all.

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Jul 13, 2017

Jul 13, 2017 at 3:35 PM UTC

Love, you ask?

if it does not leave me bewitched terrified to the bone give me that sensation of unease right before a fall if my skin does not live its seasons the chill of winters twilight the warmth of its embers of homecoming during a storm if it’s not like the crash of waves against bare rocks its devoting mark full of trembles its withholding before the bursting ****** Love, you ask? if love isn’t all that, I don’t want it oh, I don’t want it at all.

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When I lift my head and meet your eyes Everything in the world is put to shame; Deepest of seas, widest of sapphire skies Are all an insult for where is their flame? You make the sun blush even at darkest of night, The moon glow more with each upward stare; Ironic how you'd pick up a sword in a fight For the most deadly weapon you already wear. I carefully look at you from across the fire You answer me, holding my weakening glance A smile - you know exactly what you are doing; You expose me, reveal me, won't give me a chance. I take a deep breath and crash like the waves Feel myself powerlessly washing ashore; I know I am helpless as I again drift back, And tenderly drown in your blueness once more.

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Jul 7, 2017

Jul 7, 2017 at 6:55 PM UTC

Sapphire Killing

When I lift my head and meet your eyes Everything in the world is put to shame; Deepest of seas, widest of sapphire skies Are all an insult for where is their flame? You make the sun blush even at darkest of night, The moon glow more with each upward stare; Ironic how you'd pick up a sword in a fight For the most deadly weapon you already wear. I carefully look at you from across the fire You answer me, holding my weakening glance A smile - you know exactly what you are doing; You expose me, reveal me, won't give me a chance. I take a deep breath and crash like the waves Feel myself powerlessly washing ashore; I know I am helpless as I again drift back, And tenderly drown in your blueness once more.

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I abandon the path and mark my visit deep into natures greens and hidden groves how the beauty of everything intoxicates me, and consuming it all leaves me only with no sense: speechless and bewildered, like a baby. words seem but a lost cause to me ; it is almost as if the ferns and its charms don’t want to be spoken of – not even a praise. upon astray land I leave my trail up the thick pine hill, down the lonesome glen I sit desperately, in search of only half a word – it makes no difference at all. a hint, a hum of frigid air deep twilight falls upon me like a star and I fall with it into my own silence. the hypnotizing haunt of crickets in unseen places numbs me, almost becomes me and I become them, like everything becomes the other thing that lives in its own way. and just hearing the wise creek babbling, the traveling breezes’ secret murmur ; I know I have been unaware all along. the poem was never mine to write: I have only to listen.

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Jul 7, 2017

Jul 7, 2017 at 6:31 PM UTC

In search of a poem ..

I abandon the path and mark my visit deep into natures greens and hidden groves how the beauty of everything intoxicates me, and consuming it all leaves me only with no sense: speechless and bewildered, like a baby. words seem but a lost cause to me ; it is almost as if the ferns and its charms don’t want to be spoken of – not even a praise. upon astray land I leave my trail up the thick pine hill, down the lonesome glen I sit desperately, in search of only half a word – it makes no difference at all. a hint, a hum of frigid air deep twilight falls upon me like a star and I fall with it into my own silence. the hypnotizing haunt of crickets in unseen places numbs me, almost becomes me and I become them, like everything becomes the other thing that lives in its own way. and just hearing the wise creek babbling, the traveling breezes’ secret murmur ; I know I have been unaware all along. the poem was never mine to write: I have only to listen.

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I am made of heartbreak and yet still I exist.

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Apr 2, 2017

Apr 2, 2017 at 6:38 PM UTC

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I am made of heartbreak and yet still I exist.

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And the wind will keep blowing And the trees will keep growing And the birds will keep singing And the vine will keep clinging And the cold will keep biting And the storm will keep fighting And the days will keep passing Because nothing waits for anybody

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Oct 19, 2016

Oct 19, 2016 at 9:32 AM UTC

Time

And the wind will keep blowing And the trees will keep growing And the birds will keep singing And the vine will keep clinging And the cold will keep biting And the storm will keep fighting And the days will keep passing Because nothing waits for anybody

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The stars, your eyes, mingling, glistening Shivering tongues, softening, intertwining The gentle trembling of warm fingers The wet air is filled with whispers Crimsoning cheeks, the blushing of lips Hot sand caressing soaking flesh The velvet sky slowly sinks, darkens And falls upon our shadowy figures Round silver moon gazing over playful skin We laugh, we bathe in its ethereal glow Fearless hands searching, finding, exploring pearls, treasure, long lost secret land Not long until like the waves we crash Dressed in thick foam to wash ashore Sweetly softened by the silken sun, we melt Into the heat of the golden morning.

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Nov 4, 2015

Nov 4, 2015 at 6:00 PM UTC

Treasure

The stars, your eyes, mingling, glistening Shivering tongues, softening, intertwining The gentle trembling of warm fingers The wet air is filled with whispers Crimsoning cheeks, the blushing of lips Hot sand caressing soaking flesh The velvet sky slowly sinks, darkens And falls upon our shadowy figures Round silver moon gazing over playful skin We laugh, we bathe in its ethereal glow Fearless hands searching, finding, exploring pearls, treasure, long lost secret land Not long until like the waves we crash Dressed in thick foam to wash ashore Sweetly softened by the silken sun, we melt Into the heat of the golden morning.

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I love your mud-drenched country lanes, Curious bonfire smell in deepening woods; The crimson skies overlooking the plains Absorbed in the years most nostalgic moods. I love your wild colours, waltzing flowers, As much as your withering and decay; Your mornings as much as your long, dark hours; The night far as much as the blushing day. It is true I will love you, for as long as you Won't forget to return once every year - Dear autumn, I think I'd love you still Even if 'twas your last time being here.

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Nov 4, 2015

Nov 4, 2015 at 5:55 PM UTC

Dear Autumn

I love your mud-drenched country lanes, Curious bonfire smell in deepening woods; The crimson skies overlooking the plains Absorbed in the years most nostalgic moods. I love your wild colours, waltzing flowers, As much as your withering and decay; Your mornings as much as your long, dark hours; The night far as much as the blushing day. It is true I will love you, for as long as you Won't forget to return once every year - Dear autumn, I think I'd love you still Even if 'twas your last time being here.

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the passing cloud in pale blue skies the ocean wide that drinks your eyes the sailing storm one summer’s day the rain to kiss the blush of May You the growing rose in winter’s frost the secret smile no sight wants lost the lonesome tree down by the lake the breeze that makes its foliage shake You the touch that is with sunlight crowned the voice in which the sea has drowned the stare which makes the moon glow more the long lost wave to kiss the shore You the distant sigh that calms the screams the hidden glister among the beams the unseen path amidst the vine a love for which the dreamers pine You.

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Jul 29, 2015

Jul 29, 2015 at 9:21 PM UTC

You

the passing cloud in pale blue skies the ocean wide that drinks your eyes the sailing storm one summer’s day the rain to kiss the blush of May You the growing rose in winter’s frost the secret smile no sight wants lost the lonesome tree down by the lake the breeze that makes its foliage shake You the touch that is with sunlight crowned the voice in which the sea has drowned the stare which makes the moon glow more the long lost wave to kiss the shore You the distant sigh that calms the screams the hidden glister among the beams the unseen path amidst the vine a love for which the dreamers pine You.

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