Forgotten_Rhymes - Hello Poetry

As I lay there, beneath the stars and the moonlit sky, chasing after my train of thought. I wonder, do others think as I? Have your thoughts ever drifted off to where the stars go at night? Or maybe contemplated your life on a different planet? Or perhaps imagined what it would be like if time stood still just for a day. I wonder, are there others who share the same thoughts as I? Have you thought of riding the waves or hugging a tree? Have you thought of swaying your hips to beat of a gypsie's drum? Or imagined marching towards a sunrise? I wonder, have you ever thought like me? Have you turned pages of Plato's philosophies seeking truth? Or imagined what the world would be like if we were united? Have you contemplated Earth's greatest mysteries? I wonder, do you think like me? Do you wake up believing in as many as 6 impossible things before breakfast?

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Jan 21, 2019

Jan 21, 2019 at 2:22 PM UTC

Dear Soul Tribe.

As I lay there, beneath the stars and the moonlit sky, chasing after my train of thought. I wonder, do others think as I? Have your thoughts ever drifted off to where the stars go at night? Or maybe contemplated your life on a different planet? Or perhaps imagined what it would be like if time stood still just for a day. I wonder, are there others who share the same thoughts as I? Have you thought of riding the waves or hugging a tree? Have you thought of swaying your hips to beat of a gypsie's drum? Or imagined marching towards a sunrise? I wonder, have you ever thought like me? Have you turned pages of Plato's philosophies seeking truth? Or imagined what the world would be like if we were united? Have you contemplated Earth's greatest mysteries? I wonder, do you think like me? Do you wake up believing in as many as 6 impossible things before breakfast?

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Mirror, mirror on the wall Tell me the tale of she who was crowned The fairest of them all, Were her eyes blue, brown or green? Was she blonde or brunette? Was she slender or athletic? Tell me mirror what made her fair So that maybe I may be fair as well. Tell me the tale of the fairest of them all, Was it her glowing skin? Was it her heart shaped lips? Was it her pearly white smile? Tell me mirror what made her fair? So that maybe I may be fair as well. Tell me what does she possess that I do not. "What defines beauty, cannot be seen or touched for true beauty is only felt" Was all the mirror replied. No tale was spun and no answers were spoken.

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Oct 16, 2018

Oct 16, 2018 at 1:32 PM UTC

She Who Was Crowned The Fairst Of Them All.

Mirror, mirror on the wall Tell me the tale of she who was crowned The fairest of them all, Were her eyes blue, brown or green? Was she blonde or brunette? Was she slender or athletic? Tell me mirror what made her fair So that maybe I may be fair as well. Tell me the tale of the fairest of them all, Was it her glowing skin? Was it her heart shaped lips? Was it her pearly white smile? Tell me mirror what made her fair? So that maybe I may be fair as well. Tell me what does she possess that I do not. "What defines beauty, cannot be seen or touched for true beauty is only felt" Was all the mirror replied. No tale was spun and no answers were spoken.

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The words I lace together, beat to the sound of a melody only a few would understand. To many they make no sense, a waste of perfectly good words. But that is the beauty of my artform. It defies all laws of structure and logic, demanding one of its own. A secret language only the mad would comprehend and the sane try to decipher.

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Sep 20, 2018

Sep 20, 2018 at 1:45 PM UTC

Poetry is my artfom

The words I lace together, beat to the sound of a melody only a few would understand. To many they make no sense, a waste of perfectly good words. But that is the beauty of my artform. It defies all laws of structure and logic, demanding one of its own. A secret language only the mad would comprehend and the sane try to decipher.

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Tell me not how the sun sets, Tell me how he rises, Tell ne not how a flower dies, Tell me how she blossoms, Tell me not where the stars disappear, Tell me how dance alongside the moon, Tell me not how the moon changes, Tell me how each night she finds the courage to outshine the darkness, Tell me not how they died, But how they lived.

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Sep 20, 2018

Sep 20, 2018 at 1:32 PM UTC

Tell me.

Tell me not how the sun sets, Tell me how he rises, Tell ne not how a flower dies, Tell me how she blossoms, Tell me not where the stars disappear, Tell me how dance alongside the moon, Tell me not how the moon changes, Tell me how each night she finds the courage to outshine the darkness, Tell me not how they died, But how they lived.

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She chose the light, Chose to be seen. But lately all others seem to do is look And all fail to see. They have failed to See the shadow Behind her smile The sorrowful cry Behind her laughter The empty void Behind her eyes Her heart is composed of fragments Barely holding its self together She has given her self Away for all to admire For all to judge. And now she is left with nothing But a shadow mirror of who she used to be. You see. They all look And all fail to see. She chose the light Yet she lives in the dark.

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Jul 19, 2018

Jul 19, 2018 at 5:17 PM UTC

Apperances

She chose the light, Chose to be seen. But lately all others seem to do is look And all fail to see. They have failed to See the shadow Behind her smile The sorrowful cry Behind her laughter The empty void Behind her eyes Her heart is composed of fragments Barely holding its self together She has given her self Away for all to admire For all to judge. And now she is left with nothing But a shadow mirror of who she used to be. You see. They all look And all fail to see. She chose the light Yet she lives in the dark.

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How to describe this feeling ? What name does it go by? Does it even have a name? The answers to my questions Remain unanswered But with absolute certainty I can tell you this I never want to let this feeling go I'm on this insane rollercoaster of happiness And I never want to not have this feeling Cloud 9 seems like childs play Sky high is where I'm at It's like being in love only a thousand times better The sun and the stars are all in one frame Both shining at their brightest Someone tell me what this feeling is ! I take that back. No one tell me. No one utter a word. For if I was to categorise this feeling It would be sure to escape me No one tell me. Let me drown in this moment In this feeling that is like no other Allow me this one pleasure. No need to name the feeling. Just watch on by as I sink in it. Grant me this one request.

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Jun 9, 2018

Jun 9, 2018 at 11:41 AM UTC

This feeling

How to describe this feeling ? What name does it go by? Does it even have a name? The answers to my questions Remain unanswered But with absolute certainty I can tell you this I never want to let this feeling go I'm on this insane rollercoaster of happiness And I never want to not have this feeling Cloud 9 seems like childs play Sky high is where I'm at It's like being in love only a thousand times better The sun and the stars are all in one frame Both shining at their brightest Someone tell me what this feeling is ! I take that back. No one tell me. No one utter a word. For if I was to categorise this feeling It would be sure to escape me No one tell me. Let me drown in this moment In this feeling that is like no other Allow me this one pleasure. No need to name the feeling. Just watch on by as I sink in it. Grant me this one request.

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She sings a broken tune, An old song that many know. A song of loss, pain and death, Many don't understand her. They don't understand, The long low sway Of her black soul. She sings to forget, The father she lost, The brother who has abandoned her, The sister who knows despises her And the mother who knows no love. She sings to forget. She now understand, Why every morning, At first light the black bird Sings her tune. For nothing is worse than remembering pain.

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Jun 4, 2018

Jun 4, 2018 at 10:20 AM UTC

The black birds tune

She sings a broken tune, An old song that many know. A song of loss, pain and death, Many don't understand her. They don't understand, The long low sway Of her black soul. She sings to forget, The father she lost, The brother who has abandoned her, The sister who knows despises her And the mother who knows no love. She sings to forget. She now understand, Why every morning, At first light the black bird Sings her tune. For nothing is worse than remembering pain.

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Silence your thoughts, You should be seen, not heard, Two steps behind the man you walk You are not allowed to speak For you are nothing but property And can be easily replaced. False propaganda pints us against one another You are not a sister, You are competition, You are not my mother, You are the crazed woman my father warned me against You are not friend But foe, But what am I to do with these unspoken words Unshared thoughts, Unshed tears, I can recite you my pain But find myself unable to recite my happiness, For who would listen to the babbles of a woman? On the ledge of sanity Borderline insanity, Sinking in the pool called society, She is no longer sure of her name Or of her true purpose. Forgotten Rhymes.

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Jun 3, 2018

Jun 3, 2018 at 7:13 AM UTC

Inside a woman's head.

Silence your thoughts, You should be seen, not heard, Two steps behind the man you walk You are not allowed to speak For you are nothing but property And can be easily replaced. False propaganda pints us against one another You are not a sister, You are competition, You are not my mother, You are the crazed woman my father warned me against You are not friend But foe, But what am I to do with these unspoken words Unshared thoughts, Unshed tears, I can recite you my pain But find myself unable to recite my happiness, For who would listen to the babbles of a woman? On the ledge of sanity Borderline insanity, Sinking in the pool called society, She is no longer sure of her name Or of her true purpose. Forgotten Rhymes.

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The enemy attacks, And we fight back, Military colours, Dress us from head to toe, We chant the chants of peace, Yet our actions betray our cause, Blood stains our hands, Are we any different, Then the so called "enemy"? No, we are but their reflection Mankind's pride leads only to destruction, The fate of nations Crumble under his decisions, Are we any better then the criminals we lock in cages? Yes, of course we are! Murderers are punished! Unless they **** in large numbers * To the sound of trumpets. We live by an eye for an eye philosophy and in the end we are all blind.

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Jun 3, 2018

Jun 3, 2018 at 7:04 AM UTC

The reflection of war

The enemy attacks, And we fight back, Military colours, Dress us from head to toe, We chant the chants of peace, Yet our actions betray our cause, Blood stains our hands, Are we any different, Then the so called "enemy"? No, we are but their reflection Mankind's pride leads only to destruction, The fate of nations Crumble under his decisions, Are we any better then the criminals we lock in cages? Yes, of course we are! Murderers are punished! Unless they **** in large numbers * To the sound of trumpets. We live by an eye for an eye philosophy and in the end we are all blind.

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