Mesah - Hello Poetry

Paper, Pens and Pads Well I'm allergic to paper Ink on trees, metals on wood. Pens injecting dead trees, Trees shot dead by metals on wood. Dead logs become houses, For beings whilst chasing out the bees. I prefer Pads not Paper and Pens.

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Feb 22, 2021

Feb 22, 2021 at 3:03 AM UTC

Pads not Paper and Pens

Paper, Pens and Pads Well I'm allergic to paper Ink on trees, metals on wood. Pens injecting dead trees, Trees shot dead by metals on wood. Dead logs become houses, For beings whilst chasing out the bees. I prefer Pads not Paper and Pens.

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Ran I ran, towards the majestic fall, My demise luring me with a grin. Coated with smiles in disguise. My inner whispered awesomeness and all, I felt even my little tufted hairy chin, Dancing to the chilling breeze's cries.

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Feb 22, 2021

Feb 22, 2021 at 2:47 AM UTC

The things we love.

Ran I ran, towards the majestic fall, My demise luring me with a grin. Coated with smiles in disguise. My inner whispered awesomeness and all, I felt even my little tufted hairy chin, Dancing to the chilling breeze's cries.

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The day dawned just like any other day except for the kisses of the rays that gave a soothing sensation to the skin. On that day Chipo out rightly agreed with herself that her skin was doing well even without a thin plastering from the skin doctor. The streams made a beautiful sound and the fauna gave a harmony hymn, complementing the whistles of the waters.

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Feb 22, 2021

Feb 22, 2021 at 2:28 AM UTC

Beautiful morning

The day dawned just like any other day except for the kisses of the rays that gave a soothing sensation to the skin. On that day Chipo out rightly agreed with herself that her skin was doing well even without a thin plastering from the skin doctor. The streams made a beautiful sound and the fauna gave a harmony hymn, complementing the whistles of the waters.

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Shadows glooming despondency uprightly, Focusing a glim of shame and imposed abandoning. ''You look greatly molded in depression, Your burden to me looks fancy.....'' That was a misery softened evil **** Piercing through into my shallow hollowed ears. Our rep casted her eyes aside, Hoping to swift through a refreshing outlook. The sight of it burdened her eyebrows, Her lids stashed with a haulage of anger. The wicked lingered in every set of a piece, Even the tiny, lest we forget about the shiny. It dug through and through to the cores of her bliss, Sowing pandemonium, doubt and crime. What crime? Crimes of self doubt, crimes of hopelessness, Cries for help, cries for a decent revitalizing wave. Miles of cries led to crimes, Cries of eyes for miles. We are within the evil, daily We brew it steadily. Our hope, not a strategy; is that we live, We survive this feeling. We are 21.

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Feb 21, 2021

Feb 21, 2021 at 5:33 AM UTC

The 21.

Shadows glooming despondency uprightly, Focusing a glim of shame and imposed abandoning. ''You look greatly molded in depression, Your burden to me looks fancy.....'' That was a misery softened evil **** Piercing through into my shallow hollowed ears. Our rep casted her eyes aside, Hoping to swift through a refreshing outlook. The sight of it burdened her eyebrows, Her lids stashed with a haulage of anger. The wicked lingered in every set of a piece, Even the tiny, lest we forget about the shiny. It dug through and through to the cores of her bliss, Sowing pandemonium, doubt and crime. What crime? Crimes of self doubt, crimes of hopelessness, Cries for help, cries for a decent revitalizing wave. Miles of cries led to crimes, Cries of eyes for miles. We are within the evil, daily We brew it steadily. Our hope, not a strategy; is that we live, We survive this feeling. We are 21.

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The dream was shattered on our watch, The glass took them more time to furnish than it took for them to break, clutch. Thought you were covered, alas, They only got your back, not back to back. Hesitated from a distance, waiting on us, It threw blames, its eyes screamed. Catch!

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Jan 30, 2021

Jan 30, 2021 at 1:34 PM UTC

Cracked

The dream was shattered on our watch, The glass took them more time to furnish than it took for them to break, clutch. Thought you were covered, alas, They only got your back, not back to back. Hesitated from a distance, waiting on us, It threw blames, its eyes screamed. Catch!

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And I gazed as...… The grass withered from the shores, Gravitated towards the blooming faces of the union, For with a clouded glance it was a mirage, That only could reflect from the banks. The rivers narrowed and narrowed, Distanced themselves from the bloomy, rosy, happy and colorful bud. If it was for the fauna, it stomped the stems, grazed the infancy out of the bud. Exposed now it was, as flora had withered and gave up. The union stood alone, deserted and weakened. How did you survive? I asked a question. The bud answered.... Our weakest joins were covered, plastered and, illuminated by a gift of time. A gift that requires only patience and steadfast, A species that has what we lack.

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Jan 6, 2021

Jan 6, 2021 at 3:06 AM UTC

El brote vive, (The bud lives)

And I gazed as...… The grass withered from the shores, Gravitated towards the blooming faces of the union, For with a clouded glance it was a mirage, That only could reflect from the banks. The rivers narrowed and narrowed, Distanced themselves from the bloomy, rosy, happy and colorful bud. If it was for the fauna, it stomped the stems, grazed the infancy out of the bud. Exposed now it was, as flora had withered and gave up. The union stood alone, deserted and weakened. How did you survive? I asked a question. The bud answered.... Our weakest joins were covered, plastered and, illuminated by a gift of time. A gift that requires only patience and steadfast, A species that has what we lack.

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The debut blew him into ashes. Picked up the salty dust Carried on to discover your flaws Weathered and renewed by your past. Next! What transpired in its lifespan You grew within the glory of being healed Survived the most tragic, barbaric plan Of which the emotions had courteously drafted. I found a half that was whole Gave me a piece, a pinch to live, On and believed that love was for all. Good came not, not to all, But those who could trust the wait.

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Apr 13, 2020

Apr 13, 2020 at 7:54 AM UTC

The Wait

The debut blew him into ashes. Picked up the salty dust Carried on to discover your flaws Weathered and renewed by your past. Next! What transpired in its lifespan You grew within the glory of being healed Survived the most tragic, barbaric plan Of which the emotions had courteously drafted. I found a half that was whole Gave me a piece, a pinch to live, On and believed that love was for all. Good came not, not to all, But those who could trust the wait.

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The love of a woman That soothed my soul The pureness of her heart, Quenched my little desires. I changed my ways, For i knew not of the vows, That i was committing to. The chains of sorrows, The portions of happiness.

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Apr 8, 2020

Apr 8, 2020 at 9:06 AM UTC

How was i to know.

The love of a woman That soothed my soul The pureness of her heart, Quenched my little desires. I changed my ways, For i knew not of the vows, That i was committing to. The chains of sorrows, The portions of happiness.

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How well do you know me I've cried and smiled They took away the shade to my roots They cut my arms, my wings. The sun smiles, the sun cries I merry for such a prize. For again my shade blossoms And my arms stretch once more, Beyond my reach. I'm a tree in a forest, And such is my pain.

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Apr 8, 2020

Apr 8, 2020 at 9:02 AM UTC

Forests pains

How well do you know me I've cried and smiled They took away the shade to my roots They cut my arms, my wings. The sun smiles, the sun cries I merry for such a prize. For again my shade blossoms And my arms stretch once more, Beyond my reach. I'm a tree in a forest, And such is my pain.

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A flower blossoms In the midst of muddy swamps It stands around the algae, The petals smile even at the bees. The grin of the little seeds That the wind blows effortlessly, Is sprayed to places and places And preaches love and nothing else.

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Apr 8, 2020

Apr 8, 2020 at 8:58 AM UTC

I'm not lost

A flower blossoms In the midst of muddy swamps It stands around the algae, The petals smile even at the bees. The grin of the little seeds That the wind blows effortlessly, Is sprayed to places and places And preaches love and nothing else.

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