asyumerang-makata - Hello Poetry

as long as you are around i would always remain a poet my heart would always beat keep my pen dancing in this ballroom slate of my brain as long as you are around: there would always still be words metre, beat and rhyme; there would still be songs entitled to be sung just fine; there would always be raindrops kissing this arid land; and there would always still be leaves falling for this dreary hopeless ground but if perchance you would be gone these imperfect fragments lost in trance my puzzled heart would sooner die missing your unseen pieces your saddest goodbyes

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Jan 5, 2018

Jan 5, 2018 at 6:50 PM UTC

As long as you're around

as long as you are around i would always remain a poet my heart would always beat keep my pen dancing in this ballroom slate of my brain as long as you are around: there would always still be words metre, beat and rhyme; there would still be songs entitled to be sung just fine; there would always be raindrops kissing this arid land; and there would always still be leaves falling for this dreary hopeless ground but if perchance you would be gone these imperfect fragments lost in trance my puzzled heart would sooner die missing your unseen pieces your saddest goodbyes

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Happy new year poets! More books to read More poems to write More stories to pen. Forget not to breathe Burst out your feelings Shed your tears through the ink Hooray, rejoice in every words written.

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Dec 31, 2017

Dec 31, 2017 at 10:02 PM UTC

Greetings!

Happy new year poets! More books to read More poems to write More stories to pen. Forget not to breathe Burst out your feelings Shed your tears through the ink Hooray, rejoice in every words written.

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Mortals as we are; in quest of the Divine. Oh, how our weary souls longeth for Thee! How we yearn to be with Thine. How we seeketh to understand Thy attributes, That we may loveth you, Divine. The world has naught in store for us Wandering as foreigners we art, Waiting for a sheer bliss of rest, Until we reach the Promised Land. In here we fret, suffer and toil, Battling and struggling over lure Nonetheless, we won’t surrender As we remember our blessed hope.

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Dec 24, 2017

Dec 24, 2017 at 9:14 PM UTC

in response to the K

Mortals as we are; in quest of the Divine. Oh, how our weary souls longeth for Thee! How we yearn to be with Thine. How we seeketh to understand Thy attributes, That we may loveth you, Divine. The world has naught in store for us Wandering as foreigners we art, Waiting for a sheer bliss of rest, Until we reach the Promised Land. In here we fret, suffer and toil, Battling and struggling over lure Nonetheless, we won’t surrender As we remember our blessed hope.

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He was joy. He was not just a baby born on a manger born of a ****** and a carpenter. He was joy. He left His throne embrace the lowliest of the lowliest celebrated by shepherds whose identities matter not. He was joy. The angels declared, He'll bring goodnews of which people will be saved from generations to generations and they will be filled with joy. He was joy. And an army of Angels exclaimed, "Glory to the Highest!" Oh, what a joy He hath bring for He is the Lord and King His birth, a joy to all Forever, I'll indeed treasure!

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Dec 24, 2017

Dec 24, 2017 at 8:00 AM UTC

Joy has come

He was joy. He was not just a baby born on a manger born of a ****** and a carpenter. He was joy. He left His throne embrace the lowliest of the lowliest celebrated by shepherds whose identities matter not. He was joy. The angels declared, He'll bring goodnews of which people will be saved from generations to generations and they will be filled with joy. He was joy. And an army of Angels exclaimed, "Glory to the Highest!" Oh, what a joy He hath bring for He is the Lord and King His birth, a joy to all Forever, I'll indeed treasure!

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the whisper of words the groaning of tears wailing of sighs travailing of pains can all be wrapped up in a six-letter word called P R A Y E R. it's not just a language uttered language heard and felt. it's that sorrow within longing unmet pain screamed. when all else fails when no one listens everything seems to fade that's when you do this so often. for you know, someone hears and someone loves to hear. So pray. Pray often. not just in your moments of weakness but also in those moments of success. P R A Y. #beholdheprays

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Dec 24, 2017

Dec 24, 2017 at 7:47 AM UTC

behold, he prays

the whisper of words the groaning of tears wailing of sighs travailing of pains can all be wrapped up in a six-letter word called P R A Y E R. it's not just a language uttered language heard and felt. it's that sorrow within longing unmet pain screamed. when all else fails when no one listens everything seems to fade that's when you do this so often. for you know, someone hears and someone loves to hear. So pray. Pray often. not just in your moments of weakness but also in those moments of success. P R A Y. #beholdheprays

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All she can do is cry, All she can feel is pain. No one even dare to take her hand. Sobbing, she wants to leave. Saying to herself, it's easier to die than to survive and live. Bang! Kills herself.

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Dec 9, 2017

Dec 9, 2017 at 8:14 AM UTC

Tragic

All she can do is cry, All she can feel is pain. No one even dare to take her hand. Sobbing, she wants to leave. Saying to herself, it's easier to die than to survive and live. Bang! Kills herself.

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Popping clouds right atop, Inside you are. Painting curves your language is, Sending gentle blooming bliss. #dream #longing

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Dec 9, 2017

Dec 9, 2017 at 8:13 AM UTC

You ~~

Popping clouds right atop, Inside you are. Painting curves your language is, Sending gentle blooming bliss. #dream #longing

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"You loved poetry long before I came into your life. But the poetry that you loved was just a shadow, I am its actual substance. I am your poetry incarnated." ~ PM You are the subject of every words I put together, With you as its inspiration, the art is much discovered. Nothing beats the design and style I incorporate in my piece For the color and delight is you, my ever beloved prince. Indeed the loved I have for poetry is so long before you came I loved it since I was a teen but I love it much more today No wonder the message is so real like 3ds in a movie For the emotions included here are feelings of reality. You're my poetry incarnated for once you only lived in my dream A dream yet to be explored and a dream I yearn, long and pray At present, you're not just a man of shadow hidden in my words For you have the face of a poet, pen has been your sword. Sooner or later I'll behold your actual presence in a way God so ordained, You're not just a shadow anymore but the substance of the poem I made.

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Dec 8, 2017

Dec 8, 2017 at 12:11 AM UTC

Response

"You loved poetry long before I came into your life. But the poetry that you loved was just a shadow, I am its actual substance. I am your poetry incarnated." ~ PM You are the subject of every words I put together, With you as its inspiration, the art is much discovered. Nothing beats the design and style I incorporate in my piece For the color and delight is you, my ever beloved prince. Indeed the loved I have for poetry is so long before you came I loved it since I was a teen but I love it much more today No wonder the message is so real like 3ds in a movie For the emotions included here are feelings of reality. You're my poetry incarnated for once you only lived in my dream A dream yet to be explored and a dream I yearn, long and pray At present, you're not just a man of shadow hidden in my words For you have the face of a poet, pen has been your sword. Sooner or later I'll behold your actual presence in a way God so ordained, You're not just a shadow anymore but the substance of the poem I made.

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you do not only write words you make the words alive as if they breathe they talk they move they love. every words you choose ~ sink and sing the melody and rum-du-dum-dum beat of every string.

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Dec 7, 2017

Dec 7, 2017 at 6:29 AM UTC

to the poet

you do not only write words you make the words alive as if they breathe they talk they move they love. every words you choose ~ sink and sing the melody and rum-du-dum-dum beat of every string.

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Hers He was hers was in the past. Nevertheless still, He is imprisoned by the agony erstwhile is now. Oh how ardous it must have been! to him to her To love him in the days to come Foreseeing that she can't be in his heart no matter how hard she tries Because of her in his So, until when? Martyr she is! He can't never be hers Because He was hers Even before time, Today, And by and by.

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Dec 4, 2017

Dec 4, 2017 at 6:54 AM UTC

Hers

Hers He was hers was in the past. Nevertheless still, He is imprisoned by the agony erstwhile is now. Oh how ardous it must have been! to him to her To love him in the days to come Foreseeing that she can't be in his heart no matter how hard she tries Because of her in his So, until when? Martyr she is! He can't never be hers Because He was hers Even before time, Today, And by and by.

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