fheyra - Hello Poetry

Festive morn, I crossed with thee Embellished silk shines with whirling elegance— Of translucent textures and fine fragrance The royal formation— that anticipates a chance— A romantic browse of catered acquaintance. As I swipe to slant,— Thy arms braced my shoulders— and uplift me— In awe of my still, Slipped palms of thy distant longed— In the halls of hide and seek— Despite the fragments,— Thou aimed to break the lines,— Chasing this harmony, Unravelling the elflock sway;— to clutch the Orchid; Until she stays..

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Jul 2, 2020

Jul 2, 2020 at 2:56 AM UTC

Festive Morn, I Crossed With Thee(I)

Festive morn, I crossed with thee Embellished silk shines with whirling elegance— Of translucent textures and fine fragrance The royal formation— that anticipates a chance— A romantic browse of catered acquaintance. As I swipe to slant,— Thy arms braced my shoulders— and uplift me— In awe of my still, Slipped palms of thy distant longed— In the halls of hide and seek— Despite the fragments,— Thou aimed to break the lines,— Chasing this harmony, Unravelling the elflock sway;— to clutch the Orchid; Until she stays..

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Tonight, I laid with thee— In this room,— Whence thou liberated these ******* to seams, Thy vest unlocked the chest to beat— Hush... The empty black skies,— I wilt pray with thee— With two candles intertwined..

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Jun 28, 2020

Jun 28, 2020 at 6:59 AM UTC

"With Thee"

Tonight, I laid with thee— In this room,— Whence thou liberated these ******* to seams, Thy vest unlocked the chest to beat— Hush... The empty black skies,— I wilt pray with thee— With two candles intertwined..

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Streams— relay the slumber Tributes to— the Waterfall's Sprite. 'Twas when— the compass— Dismantled As the bedrocks gruel— Distort the ledge, Confronted by— tidal waves;— Imbued the Crush— of a Carapace That let the Visions— Sprout;— Abandoned— With the Barriers.. So long,— I do not know.. Sights— Times— are enclosing Onto the lost,— And the Seafloor sinks Slowly— Diminishing— The Sirens' Call..

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Jun 24, 2020

Jun 24, 2020 at 10:53 AM UTC

Nowhere Falls

Streams— relay the slumber Tributes to— the Waterfall's Sprite. 'Twas when— the compass— Dismantled As the bedrocks gruel— Distort the ledge, Confronted by— tidal waves;— Imbued the Crush— of a Carapace That let the Visions— Sprout;— Abandoned— With the Barriers.. So long,— I do not know.. Sights— Times— are enclosing Onto the lost,— And the Seafloor sinks Slowly— Diminishing— The Sirens' Call..

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Outstretch the air— Carved by colours Sprinkle the wide— Singing Vikings! Cargo Ships,— Route Inclining! The ignited Flags of Statutes, Hailing and burying,— Bonkers in buckets; Hoops and loops,— with Claps of Needles— To strike the Base— To No Vent Whilst the other Mesh— huddle its tent. What brings the Majors to this Event?— ‘Tis the dignified— that lined Straight Heads Appointed the triggers— with earnest tests “All of thee must mark thy honor— Shield each and other’s posts,— And smash the Alien’s Bowl!” The oath—which we left— the Dolphins behind The Tails that rekindle— lullabies from baggages; Tailors saluting the servants' urges, That caused the immunity to separate. Incoming visitors— Driving the lenses to enlarge— With Crossed Arms,— Convey the welcome— of Slashed orders Recipes to pull— the Colon’s Stools;— Both to be ambitious As Tenures of Patron’s Troops. A leg for a leg!— A tank for a tank! Let me sniff the organs in thy chambers— To perform the drills— of thy cranes, And later,— block thy Meteorites,— For our Projectiles to flee! Show the Main Lands— Thy Powers! The faith of Hawk Chess— Whence the heroes— throw their protests Disseating Kings and Queens— That envied the Scores of Ages,— And snapped the systems,— Celebrating the Disorders of Victories Whether mine or thine— We cut the strings Whence the Prerogatives— Laugh at the Quakes..

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May 29, 2020

May 29, 2020 at 3:51 AM UTC

"Country— Quakes"

Outstretch the air— Carved by colours Sprinkle the wide— Singing Vikings! Cargo Ships,— Route Inclining! The ignited Flags of Statutes, Hailing and burying,— Bonkers in buckets; Hoops and loops,— with Claps of Needles— To strike the Base— To No Vent Whilst the other Mesh— huddle its tent. What brings the Majors to this Event?— ‘Tis the dignified— that lined Straight Heads Appointed the triggers— with earnest tests “All of thee must mark thy honor— Shield each and other’s posts,— And smash the Alien’s Bowl!” The oath—which we left— the Dolphins behind The Tails that rekindle— lullabies from baggages; Tailors saluting the servants' urges, That caused the immunity to separate. Incoming visitors— Driving the lenses to enlarge— With Crossed Arms,— Convey the welcome— of Slashed orders Recipes to pull— the Colon’s Stools;— Both to be ambitious As Tenures of Patron’s Troops. A leg for a leg!— A tank for a tank! Let me sniff the organs in thy chambers— To perform the drills— of thy cranes, And later,— block thy Meteorites,— For our Projectiles to flee! Show the Main Lands— Thy Powers! The faith of Hawk Chess— Whence the heroes— throw their protests Disseating Kings and Queens— That envied the Scores of Ages,— And snapped the systems,— Celebrating the Disorders of Victories Whether mine or thine— We cut the strings Whence the Prerogatives— Laugh at the Quakes..

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Kingdoms more, Kingdoms sore Passing the guards— Like busting bars Riddles compact— From the numbers,— Etched in Hollow Blocks The fact of goners— Hit the doors,— and punch the backs— In hied, to navigate the tracks— To boost out— Parts. Steep lands embed this twisted wanderer— Aches the leaves and humps— Pushing to slouch As I beg the ground— Not to pound— For the planes to switch rounds. Offsprings declined the measures— of luxuriant wands The caverns feed the infant's boredom Does hold the dome— For loitering dogs An insatiable **** That climbs for ripe fruits— And wildly shouts— The beggar's principles Here and there— Values— Then eats apples. The weathering turned the rocks to dust I must— crumple my tasks Ah, the shallows.. On search for walloped hearts— Of shortened wage;— Of weak grips Oh, I thirst for distance Lay down barks! Lay down! **** the shallows! God, oh God,— Is this the penalty for swindling clemency?— Just crumbs.. Just crumbs.. For open mouths.. Oh, why they broke it? Face down,— I crawl to this warmth They fade.. So I kneel for a while— With curved points— To the unknown shore What beauty relies from there? I am bandaged by whipped words Tell the pending men— Of my bare tense.. Sigh and sigh.. The sand and seaweeds Caressing the voyager's rest Refresh the bonds of East and West— From the rise and fall— Of Sailors' flow Collide the surfers— With tentacles of Immortality! The commands of Tides— Emerge a Hurricane— to blow its treasures— with the Strakes! Alas, the whales jump— Splashing with the crystals I know now.. The vast,— This is my Wealth— My True Luxury My Kingdom calls me.. I shall embrace my prize.. I swim the bottomless Abyss.. They landed on my spot— With only slacks on sand— And the surface reads— "Hah, I'm Rich Now!"

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May 25, 2020

May 25, 2020 at 3:16 AM UTC

"A Stolen Piece"

Kingdoms more, Kingdoms sore Passing the guards— Like busting bars Riddles compact— From the numbers,— Etched in Hollow Blocks The fact of goners— Hit the doors,— and punch the backs— In hied, to navigate the tracks— To boost out— Parts. Steep lands embed this twisted wanderer— Aches the leaves and humps— Pushing to slouch As I beg the ground— Not to pound— For the planes to switch rounds. Offsprings declined the measures— of luxuriant wands The caverns feed the infant's boredom Does hold the dome— For loitering dogs An insatiable **** That climbs for ripe fruits— And wildly shouts— The beggar's principles Here and there— Values— Then eats apples. The weathering turned the rocks to dust I must— crumple my tasks Ah, the shallows.. On search for walloped hearts— Of shortened wage;— Of weak grips Oh, I thirst for distance Lay down barks! Lay down! **** the shallows! God, oh God,— Is this the penalty for swindling clemency?— Just crumbs.. Just crumbs.. For open mouths.. Oh, why they broke it? Face down,— I crawl to this warmth They fade.. So I kneel for a while— With curved points— To the unknown shore What beauty relies from there? I am bandaged by whipped words Tell the pending men— Of my bare tense.. Sigh and sigh.. The sand and seaweeds Caressing the voyager's rest Refresh the bonds of East and West— From the rise and fall— Of Sailors' flow Collide the surfers— With tentacles of Immortality! The commands of Tides— Emerge a Hurricane— to blow its treasures— with the Strakes! Alas, the whales jump— Splashing with the crystals I know now.. The vast,— This is my Wealth— My True Luxury My Kingdom calls me.. I shall embrace my prize.. I swim the bottomless Abyss.. They landed on my spot— With only slacks on sand— And the surface reads— "Hah, I'm Rich Now!"

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Merry, merry— thou filled a hummingbird's tone Funny, funny— how sottish thy head on stone. Amazed by blue lights, I swoon and stretch my arms Looking back, my cottons on grass— ditched my charms. To assume a side of a well-known— she greets Received in one sight,— slowly, she falsely meets.

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May 23, 2020

May 23, 2020 at 5:13 AM UTC

Odd Times

Merry, merry— thou filled a hummingbird's tone Funny, funny— how sottish thy head on stone. Amazed by blue lights, I swoon and stretch my arms Looking back, my cottons on grass— ditched my charms. To assume a side of a well-known— she greets Received in one sight,— slowly, she falsely meets.

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An expedition from confined hoards, That retreat pens— to get off the boards.

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May 22, 2020

May 22, 2020 at 11:50 AM UTC

Deviance

An expedition from confined hoards, That retreat pens— to get off the boards.

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Applause to this object A star to look up,— But stands lower than a house Who gathered all the fantasies— of hopeless travellers,— Which seek for devoted fancies. Sparkling garlands,— Simply, a life of itch Flashlights everywhere on the platform,— Inutile to its basis I memorize the trades of their toasts— One day, I shall have my own boast. After wiping spots on gold bars,— I am still not a debauchee of love; Even if they buzz,— Beehives— Are not mine to offer,— But a gourmet to their stomach. Assets clothing their merchants— Reserving the furnitures— To show the best features For myself, I want a slammed window,— Not some firm statues "Galatea, we all desire Galatea!" How adorable when 'twas knotted, Lovely, but not loved, Sheltered, yet not protected; Paid, but not proclaimed How many landlords will adapt me? There is a target— To a sudden stampede— Oh, how startling! Please, capture me I will submit to your traps! This bird is willing to be caged— Away! I may now have my arrows— To run the bay! Flipped death is my reward..

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May 21, 2020

May 21, 2020 at 2:56 AM UTC

SLAVISH

Applause to this object A star to look up,— But stands lower than a house Who gathered all the fantasies— of hopeless travellers,— Which seek for devoted fancies. Sparkling garlands,— Simply, a life of itch Flashlights everywhere on the platform,— Inutile to its basis I memorize the trades of their toasts— One day, I shall have my own boast. After wiping spots on gold bars,— I am still not a debauchee of love; Even if they buzz,— Beehives— Are not mine to offer,— But a gourmet to their stomach. Assets clothing their merchants— Reserving the furnitures— To show the best features For myself, I want a slammed window,— Not some firm statues "Galatea, we all desire Galatea!" How adorable when 'twas knotted, Lovely, but not loved, Sheltered, yet not protected; Paid, but not proclaimed How many landlords will adapt me? There is a target— To a sudden stampede— Oh, how startling! Please, capture me I will submit to your traps! This bird is willing to be caged— Away! I may now have my arrows— To run the bay! Flipped death is my reward..

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Farewell, no— Not a crow,— But a lapse of lightning, Flashes in films— with rocks thrown on a brim— Creating verges on waters, As it expands,— a mirror was formed But shrubs are sobbing,— As the fog meddles with the river— So blinding; Then the mirror disappears When droplets keep dripping,— I could not see anymore.. "Find me..find me.." Who are you?— "Find me.." Are you a wolf from another pack?—"find me.."— Were you buried? — A breath? Or only pieces?— "find me.." To be revived below the tree is a befuddling been.. "Find me.." Somewhere, you are; Somewhere, you will be— I will find you.. In the misty voids, I followed you— and submerged to your world The assuage of none,— oh, 'tis an eerie coldness— Of belabouring sorrows and haunted dreams The maze of narration leads to this path— Summons the whispers of bushes that kept breathing and moving..— Closer and closer.. In the silence— I sneak; Someone screams, (AAAAAAAHHHH!!!) —Run and run; Never look back— For shadows are treacherous trolls,— Seducing temples— Enshroud the wilderness to frighten the all grown.. —"I shall call you once more." Suddenly, I tripped to the quarry Serpents hissing; The Arachnids are stalking— "Where is my fire?!"— I rattled to tend One foot back— Murmurs chanting rituals to this goose Spill embers! Spill embers! Fiery torches cast my foes! Now, I could escape. No!— The ravens, I shall not be abducted Hastily, I blew my feet—To leap in sleek,— As to surpass the endless drear— I am not a kin to your lair.. — Hence, I was a fool Befallen is me,— When I stepped to the end side of knoll This rebel is a victim of sheer torn scheme Help me.. I need to find you.. Help me.. Please, help me.. Please.. A nowhere eagle swooped me from my lore Bounce away from this pity storm,— And let these wings fly to the morn The lenient Stratus Clouds— Bolstering my spirit— Up here, there are no hostiles and skulls That it declared to me, as well,— "Away from your madness— Perpetrators are attracted by insane vigor. Cease grubbling illusions! You must seek to believe that it is there, and not unknown." I conformed to my Savior. "Find me..find me.." It was more vivid and louder.. The glimpse of gables, I see now— with a Cross at its top "My eagle, nest me here" —"You are here..Enter within." (GASPS) Where am I?— I remember there were smoke and mounds;— Above me were clouds.. Wait, why are you smiling? I shall pant— for I am petrified by all those obscured hollows,— Quite absurd?— Shake me instead Now I ask you,— "Who are you?" —You found Me!—

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May 19, 2020

May 19, 2020 at 3:10 AM UTC

"The Lost Rebel"

Farewell, no— Not a crow,— But a lapse of lightning, Flashes in films— with rocks thrown on a brim— Creating verges on waters, As it expands,— a mirror was formed But shrubs are sobbing,— As the fog meddles with the river— So blinding; Then the mirror disappears When droplets keep dripping,— I could not see anymore.. "Find me..find me.." Who are you?— "Find me.." Are you a wolf from another pack?—"find me.."— Were you buried? — A breath? Or only pieces?— "find me.." To be revived below the tree is a befuddling been.. "Find me.." Somewhere, you are; Somewhere, you will be— I will find you.. In the misty voids, I followed you— and submerged to your world The assuage of none,— oh, 'tis an eerie coldness— Of belabouring sorrows and haunted dreams The maze of narration leads to this path— Summons the whispers of bushes that kept breathing and moving..— Closer and closer.. In the silence— I sneak; Someone screams, (AAAAAAAHHHH!!!) —Run and run; Never look back— For shadows are treacherous trolls,— Seducing temples— Enshroud the wilderness to frighten the all grown.. —"I shall call you once more." Suddenly, I tripped to the quarry Serpents hissing; The Arachnids are stalking— "Where is my fire?!"— I rattled to tend One foot back— Murmurs chanting rituals to this goose Spill embers! Spill embers! Fiery torches cast my foes! Now, I could escape. No!— The ravens, I shall not be abducted Hastily, I blew my feet—To leap in sleek,— As to surpass the endless drear— I am not a kin to your lair.. — Hence, I was a fool Befallen is me,— When I stepped to the end side of knoll This rebel is a victim of sheer torn scheme Help me.. I need to find you.. Help me.. Please, help me.. Please.. A nowhere eagle swooped me from my lore Bounce away from this pity storm,— And let these wings fly to the morn The lenient Stratus Clouds— Bolstering my spirit— Up here, there are no hostiles and skulls That it declared to me, as well,— "Away from your madness— Perpetrators are attracted by insane vigor. Cease grubbling illusions! You must seek to believe that it is there, and not unknown." I conformed to my Savior. "Find me..find me.." It was more vivid and louder.. The glimpse of gables, I see now— with a Cross at its top "My eagle, nest me here" —"You are here..Enter within." (GASPS) Where am I?— I remember there were smoke and mounds;— Above me were clouds.. Wait, why are you smiling? I shall pant— for I am petrified by all those obscured hollows,— Quite absurd?— Shake me instead Now I ask you,— "Who are you?" —You found Me!—

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A mutated earthling— From an elitist experiment— Burst with thorns and limbs,— yet too little to be seen,— That struck mines— Into landslides. Through and through,— to species and things A coast to coast hunter— that becomes a Gremlin ********** and thrilled by a prophet, foretold— "A ditty hatband to put in flute,— is a note of sphere bullets." For the meantime, hear the Chieftain's announcement: "The folly is the naked; as the prudent is the masked— No one should be phlegmatic in this game,— For all of you should be sensitive— Unless, if you want to be an elsewhere's feast Do not act— like a pearl with a great price!" Soldiers cluttered in passageways,— For Pirates are Ubiquitous thieves An assemble of frontiers hosed and geared— of wrought bodies— with uncertain prone. In this war, together— Barricades of water and bricks— Our chances to be unleashed,— From a long concealment,— To be sooner conquerors of intruders' exile.

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May 17, 2020

May 17, 2020 at 12:28 AM UTC

"Intruders Everywhere!"

A mutated earthling— From an elitist experiment— Burst with thorns and limbs,— yet too little to be seen,— That struck mines— Into landslides. Through and through,— to species and things A coast to coast hunter— that becomes a Gremlin ********** and thrilled by a prophet, foretold— "A ditty hatband to put in flute,— is a note of sphere bullets." For the meantime, hear the Chieftain's announcement: "The folly is the naked; as the prudent is the masked— No one should be phlegmatic in this game,— For all of you should be sensitive— Unless, if you want to be an elsewhere's feast Do not act— like a pearl with a great price!" Soldiers cluttered in passageways,— For Pirates are Ubiquitous thieves An assemble of frontiers hosed and geared— of wrought bodies— with uncertain prone. In this war, together— Barricades of water and bricks— Our chances to be unleashed,— From a long concealment,— To be sooner conquerors of intruders' exile.

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