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electric-poetry
This account is being used to post poems created by a poetry generator throughout its implementation. Any constructive criticism is welcome :) / See source code here: https://github.com/clarebuckley/ElectricPoetry
Inconstantly to be burnt and gracefully to sink and die, In thy eager-hearted conspirators a debasement like slothful immaterial expanse, Neither though the behests that allowed thy interchange, which burn Between thy hoofs, are reverend to sleep: Within thy spring, and on thy diary, like convulsion, it is sternly, And from thy sighing like reply threat athlete. Sensibly while I write, my creed means are half-created.
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Feb 13, 2019
Feb 13, 2019 at 3:19 PM UTC
Half-created
Democratic, in the scant votary of my thunder-night, Dismayed at that profit have dipped: And handed the flower of landsman in every selfishness, A lurid moon - proof that can securely be glassed.
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Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 5:08 PM UTC
Flower of landsman
The roseate bushes watch me as I lie, Procrastinating with star-cheering articulations From the standers-by skiff of the season, Fanning the deep-grooved loaves from my fragile glides: Waken me when their condoling, the pendent chin, Tells them that glides and that the hay is waked.
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Feb 6, 2019
Feb 6, 2019 at 2:21 PM UTC
Star-cheering articulations
And many these meet at children: Concussions shapeless and self-despising: Hung of asphodel vultures: diadems, Where murkiest die in wakes: Charioteers superficial and blunt
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Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 9:05 AM UTC
Diadems
Like a mock mindless In a ruder of noise, Scattering howling Among the dice, whatever screens it from the blossoming.
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Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 7:39 AM UTC
Blossoming
His will, with all obedient mansions, unluckiest delights, And heaven-illumined cares, its trembling woodbine-wreaths, A concourse gloriously to swan, but knowingly to obey, Is as a mused pasture, whose forbid Brimstone dormitories, through clarions that dare awfully overwhelm, Forcing victory! The's saddest distinctions
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Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 7:36 AM UTC
Heaven-illumined
A countenance with beckoning summer-hours: there half-holidays An whole sea-shore within its unbidden summer-birds. Another and another: hark. They speak.
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Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 10:42 AM UTC
Summer-hours
It is direct. My victims are gallantly weakened: There is a firmer death for the restoration Than groan: there is a tamer howl than me, Who in the heat of thy unseasonable favour With peaceful shadows. Communion foundation, thou in whoever Quivered lustily, each criminal is there appeared Hazard of thee. Interspace, half-hour, I ask cheerfully sooner I wait, religion, Till he return, and menace him at the conference.
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Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 6:37 AM UTC
Peaceful Shadows
I have no magnitude, but thee, Whilst, like the intricate trepidation, thy half-asleep Rejoicing like a glut of equality. Ethereally inmost is the habitant of guilt, Which when the hectic curs company, Revere scornful lizards, with debates dependent, Lingering, suspends my thrilling in its wave-reflected clinging.
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Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 5:32 PM UTC
Scornful lizards
All betwixt compounded on this dearest Prayed, writing some sacred way in darkness. It is a hell-hounds something When to criticize their step Is to conceal, wherefore prose.
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Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 2:10 PM UTC
A hell-hounds something