Hyperion - Hello Poetry

I watched as the golden dawn spilled over our bodies In the secrecy stillness of the Druid landscape, Where Hibernia hath spilled flesh underneath our own Only for us to sulk in our lyrics of gluttonous apathy.

0

May 28, 2016

May 28, 2016 at 10:41 PM UTC

Hyperion

Barcarola

I watched as the golden dawn spilled over our bodies In the secrecy stillness of the Druid landscape, Where Hibernia hath spilled flesh underneath our own Only for us to sulk in our lyrics of gluttonous apathy.

4

One's own solidarity is the familiar repose of lost love.

0

Jan 3, 2016

Jan 3, 2016 at 1:30 AM UTC

Hyperion

Untitled

One's own solidarity is the familiar repose of lost love.

1

Memories decimating the mind and man Through cascading, deteriorating mess Of sinewy synapses abridge the mind From reliving, reminiscing our Mumbai. Deciphering its puzzling frontages Until our conscious abandons what was whole.

0

Dec 28, 2015

Dec 28, 2015 at 11:55 AM UTC

Hyperion

Fragments

Memories decimating the mind and man Through cascading, deteriorating mess Of sinewy synapses abridge the mind From reliving, reminiscing our Mumbai. Deciphering its puzzling frontages Until our conscious abandons what was whole.

6

Pen a farewell poem about the transience of cherry blossoms and the fleet transit of youth.

0

Sep 1, 2015

Sep 1, 2015 at 4:42 PM UTC

Hyperion

Bright Lights, Big Whoop

Pen a farewell poem about the transience of cherry blossoms and the fleet transit of youth.

1

Tendency to lead astray Are my compulsions to fail My heart, which I've given And to fold My hand, which I've taken Unto the random deck of absurdity Choking on the verbosity Of those knee-deep in rare synonyms Without the obscure idea of a foundation Standing precariously on sharpened edges With my name swathed in the blood roots Tying the rambling Oak To suffer in unlit ignorance of a new age.

0

Sep 1, 2015

Sep 1, 2015 at 4:37 PM UTC

Hyperion

Bitter

Tendency to lead astray Are my compulsions to fail My heart, which I've given And to fold My hand, which I've taken Unto the random deck of absurdity Choking on the verbosity Of those knee-deep in rare synonyms Without the obscure idea of a foundation Standing precariously on sharpened edges With my name swathed in the blood roots Tying the rambling Oak To suffer in unlit ignorance of a new age.

13

Herein lies catacombs of ages past Where sanguine spread from the lashed spine And coated echoing halls of their superior peer Below the shredding tempers of a desert wind. Omnipotent fires of archaic Gods Charring the souls of petty architects Slaved under their jeweled prophets Were not the scribe's footnotes of time.

0

Aug 30, 2015

Aug 30, 2015 at 5:42 PM UTC

Hyperion

Samsara

Herein lies catacombs of ages past Where sanguine spread from the lashed spine And coated echoing halls of their superior peer Below the shredding tempers of a desert wind. Omnipotent fires of archaic Gods Charring the souls of petty architects Slaved under their jeweled prophets Were not the scribe's footnotes of time.

8

Princess of vanity in self-proclamation Who thought the world a stepping stone And myself beneath the moss. A subject of egoistic lifestyles Believed deviant from the masses In a bohemian uniform of delusion. To pride in self-loathing obscurity Was a facade veiled over her Drowning in Sauvignon.

0

Aug 29, 2015

Aug 29, 2015 at 10:37 AM UTC

Hyperion

Anyone Else

Princess of vanity in self-proclamation Who thought the world a stepping stone And myself beneath the moss. A subject of egoistic lifestyles Believed deviant from the masses In a bohemian uniform of delusion. To pride in self-loathing obscurity Was a facade veiled over her Drowning in Sauvignon.

9

Gemini in the dark Preys upon beloved aurora. To pounce on a pierced heart Is the art of bravura For your meticulous game.

0

Aug 28, 2015

Aug 28, 2015 at 8:05 PM UTC

Hyperion

Steadfast

Gemini in the dark Preys upon beloved aurora. To pounce on a pierced heart Is the art of bravura For your meticulous game.

5

Answers were the scarce currency But generous open-palms once held Me, became deft with fierce urgency Those bruises were not yours to withheld.

0

Aug 18, 2015

Aug 18, 2015 at 3:08 AM UTC

Hyperion

Flowers of Remorse

Answers were the scarce currency But generous open-palms once held Me, became deft with fierce urgency Those bruises were not yours to withheld.

4

Retreat from the dancing Sun Evading flaming streams of light Shearing exposed trees, the Gatling gun Fixed on the horizon fraying the Night As it engulfs the lake in foreign shines Simmering the boiling bodies of water Emerging are the Sillhouettes, the divines Created in constellations have brought Her Shape-shifting the landscapes in its caress Nature's networks entwined in silence Glorify Her benevolence, Her enchanting dress Illuminating celestial twilight discarding violence Enshrouding earthly bodies with Her own star Temperate tempests of the snow-forested land Subdued in an eternal biome, isolated from afar Suffering by the accord of God's arbitrary hand.

0

Aug 12, 2015

Aug 12, 2015 at 5:38 PM UTC

Hyperion

Kvinnatimmen

Retreat from the dancing Sun Evading flaming streams of light Shearing exposed trees, the Gatling gun Fixed on the horizon fraying the Night As it engulfs the lake in foreign shines Simmering the boiling bodies of water Emerging are the Sillhouettes, the divines Created in constellations have brought Her Shape-shifting the landscapes in its caress Nature's networks entwined in silence Glorify Her benevolence, Her enchanting dress Illuminating celestial twilight discarding violence Enshrouding earthly bodies with Her own star Temperate tempests of the snow-forested land Subdued in an eternal biome, isolated from afar Suffering by the accord of God's arbitrary hand.

16