Dante258 - Hello Poetry

It was 10 in the morning. My eyes couldn't tell the difference it made, as I walked down the aisle with daisies in my hands. She was beautiful this summer, like every other summers she's witnessed. My prying little hands, like the fallen leaves caressing the Earth's dirt along the pathway couldn't stay off her delicate body as she was clothed in a foil like garment. A thousand kind of silence crushed the earth like that which occurs before a Zen monk writes his last haiku leaving a cryptic message to his loved ones. The wind carried the aura of death or what was left of it; one of the thousand kinds of silence, a wake of pain, sadnees and defeat, like Mr Muzat whenever he trims the garden placed beside the cemetry. As I stood under the Cypress tree, I placed my ears on her grave, waiting. Waiting to hear her scold me one last time, about my undone shoe laces, unkept hair and improperly knotted tie. But all she muttered was one of the thousand kinds of silence, one fitting of her, one fitting the tear drizzled grass. It's 10 in the morning, my eyes still can't tell the difference; just the silence it makes.

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Apr 6, 2022

Apr 6, 2022 at 3:04 PM UTC

A Kind of Silence

It was 10 in the morning. My eyes couldn't tell the difference it made, as I walked down the aisle with daisies in my hands. She was beautiful this summer, like every other summers she's witnessed. My prying little hands, like the fallen leaves caressing the Earth's dirt along the pathway couldn't stay off her delicate body as she was clothed in a foil like garment. A thousand kind of silence crushed the earth like that which occurs before a Zen monk writes his last haiku leaving a cryptic message to his loved ones. The wind carried the aura of death or what was left of it; one of the thousand kinds of silence, a wake of pain, sadnees and defeat, like Mr Muzat whenever he trims the garden placed beside the cemetry. As I stood under the Cypress tree, I placed my ears on her grave, waiting. Waiting to hear her scold me one last time, about my undone shoe laces, unkept hair and improperly knotted tie. But all she muttered was one of the thousand kinds of silence, one fitting of her, one fitting the tear drizzled grass. It's 10 in the morning, my eyes still can't tell the difference; just the silence it makes.

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The wind is beautiful this morning Awesome and soothing before my body relaxing like the sights of the water lilies embalmed with nature's aura marinaded in the helms of the valley defiling the sanctuary of my mind I let this beauty envelope my very being as I hang on to the very last straw grasping for air like a desperate baby clutching on to a candy Holding on to the very notes from unsung pipes gliding through the very surface of the sun dancing to the beats of these symphony this orchestra, peace for my troubled heart beauty for my broken soul I let myself swim in the parfum inhaling every essence as I watch the wonders heal my soul I beheld the tranquil touch my heart yearned for as I let peace conquer my anxiety

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Feb 6, 2022

Feb 6, 2022 at 3:50 PM UTC

Serendipity

The wind is beautiful this morning Awesome and soothing before my body relaxing like the sights of the water lilies embalmed with nature's aura marinaded in the helms of the valley defiling the sanctuary of my mind I let this beauty envelope my very being as I hang on to the very last straw grasping for air like a desperate baby clutching on to a candy Holding on to the very notes from unsung pipes gliding through the very surface of the sun dancing to the beats of these symphony this orchestra, peace for my troubled heart beauty for my broken soul I let myself swim in the parfum inhaling every essence as I watch the wonders heal my soul I beheld the tranquil touch my heart yearned for as I let peace conquer my anxiety

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What's happened to the stars in the sky Are these the lifeless nights where the stars choose to be silent Is this the night poets write of one with absent stars and hopeless hope A might filled with darkness so gross Where the strongest fright at the sight of shadows and the notes of singing owls And beauty speaks less than the shadows that surrounds it

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Mar 14, 2021

Mar 14, 2021 at 9:39 AM UTC

3/13

What's happened to the stars in the sky Are these the lifeless nights where the stars choose to be silent Is this the night poets write of one with absent stars and hopeless hope A might filled with darkness so gross Where the strongest fright at the sight of shadows and the notes of singing owls And beauty speaks less than the shadows that surrounds it

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It hurts everytime I see your face The pain Of not having you Engulfs me Like the clouds And they are beautiful This morning Caught up in the sky Like my feelings for you A relic of memories I'm willing to let go This squirrel Can't have this nut Cause it's already taken 

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Feb 14, 2021

Feb 14, 2021 at 8:18 AM UTC

Away

It hurts everytime I see your face The pain Of not having you Engulfs me Like the clouds And they are beautiful This morning Caught up in the sky Like my feelings for you A relic of memories I'm willing to let go This squirrel Can't have this nut Cause it's already taken 

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An ocean of blue waters Salted with my feelings Filled by a drop of joy Or a drum of sadness

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Aug 19, 2020

Aug 19, 2020 at 2:52 AM UTC

Tears

An ocean of blue waters Salted with my feelings Filled by a drop of joy Or a drum of sadness

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When the sun comes out We don't lose hope in the moon Mother nature's time is the best

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Aug 18, 2020

Aug 18, 2020 at 6:44 PM UTC

Hope

When the sun comes out We don't lose hope in the moon Mother nature's time is the best

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Addictions are like Comfy jail cells With games, food and everything necessary. You find no reason To get out of it Even with it's doors wide open So you just sit right there Until time runs out and it's doors Are shut permanently.

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Jul 23, 2020

Jul 23, 2020 at 11:46 AM UTC

Addicted

Addictions are like Comfy jail cells With games, food and everything necessary. You find no reason To get out of it Even with it's doors wide open So you just sit right there Until time runs out and it's doors Are shut permanently.

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I claim to be strong But in my weakness lies the strength I do not have

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Jun 11, 2020

Jun 11, 2020 at 6:48 AM UTC

Weak me

I claim to be strong But in my weakness lies the strength I do not have

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Tell her You've missed her Just as the earth misses the sun At nightfall even as she falls Into your warm embrace Tell her You'll hold hands with her And walk down the streets in the past, present and future As time tells in all its clock work Tell her She's the nutcracker That drives you nuts Breaking a smile into your face With just a glance at her beautiful face Tell her She is The one you've longed to be with The one in which you find your whole Tell her This was meant to be

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May 20, 2020

May 20, 2020 at 3:51 PM UTC

Tell her

Tell her You've missed her Just as the earth misses the sun At nightfall even as she falls Into your warm embrace Tell her You'll hold hands with her And walk down the streets in the past, present and future As time tells in all its clock work Tell her She's the nutcracker That drives you nuts Breaking a smile into your face With just a glance at her beautiful face Tell her She is The one you've longed to be with The one in which you find your whole Tell her This was meant to be

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... It's so easy not to be yourself Just lock the real you in the closet with the lights turned off Keep a monster in there To keep him company Scare the **** out of him To leave him spineless; then, Drink the paints dry And watch the colours of the rainbow change ..

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May 13, 2020

May 13, 2020 at 5:30 PM UTC

Altered

... It's so easy not to be yourself Just lock the real you in the closet with the lights turned off Keep a monster in there To keep him company Scare the **** out of him To leave him spineless; then, Drink the paints dry And watch the colours of the rainbow change ..

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