Keplar - Hello Poetry

The sweet smell of churned earth after the rain, A summer sun on a cold winter's day, An icy breeze in the early morning and A sip of bitter coffee under the dawn rays.

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May 14, 2022

May 14, 2022 at 8:48 PM UTC

Four things I like

The sweet smell of churned earth after the rain, A summer sun on a cold winter's day, An icy breeze in the early morning and A sip of bitter coffee under the dawn rays.

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figures in the tree line make me shiver eyes from the treetops, faces in the river silhouettes of men wallowed in the shallows leading me to the gallows whispers from the shadows

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Apr 12, 2022

Apr 12, 2022 at 6:26 AM UTC

Pareidolia

figures in the tree line make me shiver eyes from the treetops, faces in the river silhouettes of men wallowed in the shallows leading me to the gallows whispers from the shadows

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I found a grey hair today, a sliver that only I shall ever know.

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Apr 5, 2022

Apr 5, 2022 at 6:23 AM UTC

relic

I found a grey hair today, a sliver that only I shall ever know.

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sink deeper... and deeper... red to black, not closed not open I thought that I’d killed you as I watched your eye sink, were you scared? did you hate me? I hope you’re okay I know that you could never understand, but I’m sorry

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Apr 4, 2022

Apr 4, 2022 at 12:49 AM UTC

Untitled

sink deeper... and deeper... red to black, not closed not open I thought that I’d killed you as I watched your eye sink, were you scared? did you hate me? I hope you’re okay I know that you could never understand, but I’m sorry

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you shifted constantly your form became that of a million bodies and so, from everyone I saw, I felt you staring back at me we locked eyes (I find your pupils in the eye of a storm) (swirling in clouds of every colour) (I remember you from before) (I remember you in my dreams) ((I see you standing on a cliff)) ((your silhouette drowning in an ocean of grey)) (((It’s raining))) (((The Ocean is alive,))) ((((it’s speaking to you,)))) (((((but I can only hear the crashing,))))) ((((((crashing of the waves)))))) you closed your eyes I looked away but still I wonder... if you’d drift away too...

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Apr 2, 2022

Apr 2, 2022 at 9:39 PM UTC

The Black Door

you shifted constantly your form became that of a million bodies and so, from everyone I saw, I felt you staring back at me we locked eyes (I find your pupils in the eye of a storm) (swirling in clouds of every colour) (I remember you from before) (I remember you in my dreams) ((I see you standing on a cliff)) ((your silhouette drowning in an ocean of grey)) (((It’s raining))) (((The Ocean is alive,))) ((((it’s speaking to you,)))) (((((but I can only hear the crashing,))))) ((((((crashing of the waves)))))) you closed your eyes I looked away but still I wonder... if you’d drift away too...

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I saw you in the moon you drew lines across my eyelids your eyes were always elsewhere distant, yet still beautiful and warm. I heard you in the wind It was an awkward tremor at the end of your sentence the lines on your hands still etched into my mind the flush of your skin reminded me of the sunsets back home somewhere I can never return. I can’t stop thinking about you.

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Mar 25, 2022

Mar 25, 2022 at 1:03 AM UTC

Moonlit

I saw you in the moon you drew lines across my eyelids your eyes were always elsewhere distant, yet still beautiful and warm. I heard you in the wind It was an awkward tremor at the end of your sentence the lines on your hands still etched into my mind the flush of your skin reminded me of the sunsets back home somewhere I can never return. I can’t stop thinking about you.

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A blur that breathes, growing and abating, tides of people, entombed in steel, flowing and fading on riverbeds of tar. A place of nomads, all draped in cloth. A place of symbols, of concrete and rebar Sheets of cold, ice grey Falling spindles, cold rain A graceful procession With a bellyful of tears A dreadful cortège A heralder of fears A young forest paved with ancient crushed stones Nothing left but the inheritance of a thousand unknowns Nothing left, but old fossilised bones All that has happened is what I know And all I know is what will happen. All that remains is what I know And all I know is ruin.

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Oct 13, 2021

Oct 13, 2021 at 4:30 AM UTC

I am bereft of time

A blur that breathes, growing and abating, tides of people, entombed in steel, flowing and fading on riverbeds of tar. A place of nomads, all draped in cloth. A place of symbols, of concrete and rebar Sheets of cold, ice grey Falling spindles, cold rain A graceful procession With a bellyful of tears A dreadful cortège A heralder of fears A young forest paved with ancient crushed stones Nothing left but the inheritance of a thousand unknowns Nothing left, but old fossilised bones All that has happened is what I know And all I know is what will happen. All that remains is what I know And all I know is ruin.

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Burn those feelings Burn them in fire Yet my dissenting voices Grow only louder on the pyre

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Dec 6, 2020

Dec 6, 2020 at 2:28 PM UTC

Pyre

Burn those feelings Burn them in fire Yet my dissenting voices Grow only louder on the pyre

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Deep within the folded grey Lonesome titans weave upon their watery graves Amongst shale seas Veiled with fog Vast beasts of smoke float atop oceans of grey silence

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Sep 21, 2020

Sep 21, 2020 at 4:36 AM UTC

Clouds

Deep within the folded grey Lonesome titans weave upon their watery graves Amongst shale seas Veiled with fog Vast beasts of smoke float atop oceans of grey silence

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As sky deepen, cerulean blue On black bird’s wing Eve’ draws first breath Past rose castles Adrift in limbo Eternity dawns Oblivion

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Mar 22, 2020

Mar 22, 2020 at 4:58 PM UTC

Nightfall

As sky deepen, cerulean blue On black bird’s wing Eve’ draws first breath Past rose castles Adrift in limbo Eternity dawns Oblivion

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