levottomuus - Hello Poetry

Beyond the bounds of vast and stormy seas Surrounded by the tides of shifting sands There showered in the moonlight gently sleeps A gem concealed within uncharted lands Though none could claim its beauty for their own I, fool, had thought it simply must be mine Could not resist the tantalising stone So smitten by its mesmerising shine Beneath its shell a gently warming core With power to fulfil a dreamer's dream An ordinary man, and nothing more Yet to my awe, the jewel's tender heart Forgave the fool who craved the treasured gleam Decided to become my morning star

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Jun 14, 2020

Jun 14, 2020 at 6:36 PM UTC

levottomuus

A Fool's Sonnet

Beyond the bounds of vast and stormy seas Surrounded by the tides of shifting sands There showered in the moonlight gently sleeps A gem concealed within uncharted lands Though none could claim its beauty for their own I, fool, had thought it simply must be mine Could not resist the tantalising stone So smitten by its mesmerising shine Beneath its shell a gently warming core With power to fulfil a dreamer's dream An ordinary man, and nothing more Yet to my awe, the jewel's tender heart Forgave the fool who craved the treasured gleam Decided to become my morning star

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Stoic amid the tranquil tides, the temperate zephyrs But a fluttering spark, travelling through the aeons Witness to the wonders of time, yet ever fleeting The bearer of that which outlasts this eternal folly However, for a certainty, even this steadfast paragon Does not foresee what the clock hands have in store And the fallen mouth their soft, intelligible rhymes Thus the air carries this ephemeral elegy of euphony But as the voices dance within those hallowed halls Sound brilliantly in harmony, a display of fervour The mosaic of echoes dismantled by fate's clutches Changes imminently, unavoidably, flawlessly Alas, the decadent phantoms of the days long gone In their irrefutable devotion to their fallacious lord Seek naught but to extinguish the astral avatar Embodied within the solitary luminaire, ever vigilant Does the final line of defence lay dormant even now As the messenger of the deep beyond revivifies The illusion dispelled, disenchanted, disengaged Situation growing direr, the peacekeeper absent Sealed within a decrepit maze, the mirrored world Drawing parallels between the unimaginable still Lost its own essence in the steadily rising entropy For none are safe; the fabric of reality is wounded Tendrils escape from the fissure, liberated at last Come what may, the very barriers between realms Once separating life and death, light and darkness, Brought down in a prismatic flash of scintillation And as that which tore this rift open runs rampant The spectres of the past in their perpetual undeath Whisper but a single innocent inquiry of naiveté "May we reclaim our corporeal selves once more?" An epiphany unlike most defeats wishful thinking The clairvoyant beholder, the ever-present observer Held their answer for as long as the currents of time Although hope succumbs last, what is after hope? Thus, in the demoralising wake of the bitter truth Let the untamed flames of fury loose, such tragedy Doom befalls the woeful, weary and withered worlds For the inconspicuous spark has ceased its motion The end justifies the means in the mind of madness

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Apr 13, 2019

Apr 13, 2019 at 5:29 PM UTC

levottomuus

Nameless

Stoic amid the tranquil tides, the temperate zephyrs But a fluttering spark, travelling through the aeons Witness to the wonders of time, yet ever fleeting The bearer of that which outlasts this eternal folly However, for a certainty, even this steadfast paragon Does not foresee what the clock hands have in store And the fallen mouth their soft, intelligible rhymes Thus the air carries this ephemeral elegy of euphony But as the voices dance within those hallowed halls Sound brilliantly in harmony, a display of fervour The mosaic of echoes dismantled by fate's clutches Changes imminently, unavoidably, flawlessly Alas, the decadent phantoms of the days long gone In their irrefutable devotion to their fallacious lord Seek naught but to extinguish the astral avatar Embodied within the solitary luminaire, ever vigilant Does the final line of defence lay dormant even now As the messenger of the deep beyond revivifies The illusion dispelled, disenchanted, disengaged Situation growing direr, the peacekeeper absent Sealed within a decrepit maze, the mirrored world Drawing parallels between the unimaginable still Lost its own essence in the steadily rising entropy For none are safe; the fabric of reality is wounded Tendrils escape from the fissure, liberated at last Come what may, the very barriers between realms Once separating life and death, light and darkness, Brought down in a prismatic flash of scintillation And as that which tore this rift open runs rampant The spectres of the past in their perpetual undeath Whisper but a single innocent inquiry of naiveté "May we reclaim our corporeal selves once more?" An epiphany unlike most defeats wishful thinking The clairvoyant beholder, the ever-present observer Held their answer for as long as the currents of time Although hope succumbs last, what is after hope? Thus, in the demoralising wake of the bitter truth Let the untamed flames of fury loose, such tragedy Doom befalls the woeful, weary and withered worlds For the inconspicuous spark has ceased its motion The end justifies the means in the mind of madness

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As you wished I ran behind the blossoming cherry tree Sat at the base of the thick trunk Resting against the coarse bark, wincing in response It scratched me through the shirt slightly But I did not complain I shut my eyelids tightly and counted to ten Hastily jumped on my feet to turn I scanned the place for but a trace, a sign But you were not there As you wanted I ran in the petrol station with a wounded knee Pleaded for help When the poor young operator dashed for some hydrogen peroxide I snuck behind one of the shelves Grabbed the candy bar And sprinted out of the store not looking back Heard sirens on the way, too, but that did not concern me Thus, I ran through the bushes to the rendezvous point But you were not there As you asked I put on that expensive tuxedo The smell of cologne saturating the heavy valley air Looked in the mirror, not satisfied However, that was not for me to judge, anyway Called the taxi to take me downtown, southside on the 29th 'Twere supposed to go big that night, I reckon So I turned the corner to hit the boulevard Took a seat at the table in that quaint panetteria But you were not there As you said I crashed the night in the forest park Under the starlit sky I wandered restlessly among the trees Read that text message at least a dozen times, too "We've gotta talk, y'know Meet me there after the lights go out" I did so, and although I did not fancy the late hour Decided against betraying the thought Showed up at the fountain just as the park plunged into darkness But you were not there As you pleaded Against my own better judgement, I thought "This is ridiculous, and you know it **** well" Hitched a ride to the still-golden fields of rye Just outside the city, 'twas late November But time never mattered to me Nonetheless, in the fresh autumnal wind Rested atop a hill not far from the memorial cross I waited, I really have - for hours on end But you were not there As you promised You wore that pretty red and white dress Styled a ribbon in your auburn hair carefully And stuffed a few treats inside of the picnic basket "I'm sorry that I never fulfilled my word I'm gonna make it up to you, okay? Tonight at six. Deal?" I knew that you would, this one time at least Pondered and wondered if things could be different So I grabbed my coat and went outside But I was not there

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Oct 11, 2018

Oct 11, 2018 at 6:46 AM UTC

levottomuus

Not There

As you wished I ran behind the blossoming cherry tree Sat at the base of the thick trunk Resting against the coarse bark, wincing in response It scratched me through the shirt slightly But I did not complain I shut my eyelids tightly and counted to ten Hastily jumped on my feet to turn I scanned the place for but a trace, a sign But you were not there As you wanted I ran in the petrol station with a wounded knee Pleaded for help When the poor young operator dashed for some hydrogen peroxide I snuck behind one of the shelves Grabbed the candy bar And sprinted out of the store not looking back Heard sirens on the way, too, but that did not concern me Thus, I ran through the bushes to the rendezvous point But you were not there As you asked I put on that expensive tuxedo The smell of cologne saturating the heavy valley air Looked in the mirror, not satisfied However, that was not for me to judge, anyway Called the taxi to take me downtown, southside on the 29th 'Twere supposed to go big that night, I reckon So I turned the corner to hit the boulevard Took a seat at the table in that quaint panetteria But you were not there As you said I crashed the night in the forest park Under the starlit sky I wandered restlessly among the trees Read that text message at least a dozen times, too "We've gotta talk, y'know Meet me there after the lights go out" I did so, and although I did not fancy the late hour Decided against betraying the thought Showed up at the fountain just as the park plunged into darkness But you were not there As you pleaded Against my own better judgement, I thought "This is ridiculous, and you know it **** well" Hitched a ride to the still-golden fields of rye Just outside the city, 'twas late November But time never mattered to me Nonetheless, in the fresh autumnal wind Rested atop a hill not far from the memorial cross I waited, I really have - for hours on end But you were not there As you promised You wore that pretty red and white dress Styled a ribbon in your auburn hair carefully And stuffed a few treats inside of the picnic basket "I'm sorry that I never fulfilled my word I'm gonna make it up to you, okay? Tonight at six. Deal?" I knew that you would, this one time at least Pondered and wondered if things could be different So I grabbed my coat and went outside But I was not there

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Scorched earth, the scent of charred evergreens Thick, black smoke, the veil of death Blazing embers and soot carried by the autumnal breeze Asphyxiating every desperate breath The fury of flames but a passionate wildfire Spreading 'cross the flourishing land The flowerbeds are charcoal, the tall trees expire A trail of destruction written in the sand Unfazed and curious, a slender silhouette watches A forlorn watchman of the nature's will Admiring the tango of the infernal clutches The eyes of an eagle, a stranger on the hill A chuckle, a smirk, a pair of matches at his feet Thick, black smoke filling up his maw Exhales the poison calmly, a swift step to leave The cigarette **** descends from his claw Alas, the conflagration not caused by fate But a crime of man, an arson most vile The price for indifference, an outbreak of hate Demise of pure beauty in a mantle of fire

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Oct 5, 2018

Oct 5, 2018 at 10:54 AM UTC

levottomuus

Crime of Man

Scorched earth, the scent of charred evergreens Thick, black smoke, the veil of death Blazing embers and soot carried by the autumnal breeze Asphyxiating every desperate breath The fury of flames but a passionate wildfire Spreading 'cross the flourishing land The flowerbeds are charcoal, the tall trees expire A trail of destruction written in the sand Unfazed and curious, a slender silhouette watches A forlorn watchman of the nature's will Admiring the tango of the infernal clutches The eyes of an eagle, a stranger on the hill A chuckle, a smirk, a pair of matches at his feet Thick, black smoke filling up his maw Exhales the poison calmly, a swift step to leave The cigarette **** descends from his claw Alas, the conflagration not caused by fate But a crime of man, an arson most vile The price for indifference, an outbreak of hate Demise of pure beauty in a mantle of fire

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The treasures I seek, the landscapes I roam Seasons have passed as a heart turned to stone Back in the day with no place to call home Sins were committed, and none to atone Mind but a playground for notions bizarre Eyes painted crimson, the sky full of scars Over the doldrums of oceans so far Sails the salvation on blood of the stars Dear friends, misfortune befell on my soul Rekindled flames of a nightmare so cold Tragedy followed, guilt swallowed me whole Innocence lost to the crimes yet untold Words but a façade that blots out the sun Drowning the sorrow, a bottle of *** Blinded by light, where to flee, where to run Dance with the death to the beat of a drum Memories but shards in this great disarray Face of betrayal unseen till this day Bitter and sombre, so hollow, so grey Sweeter than chocolate those roses of May Thus, I am undone, but please, heed my call Spare me your pity, I accept my fault Fate I have chosen was bound to my fall Stoic and narrow, my thoughts were enthralled None shall be tracing the footsteps of mine Follow the sound of the heavenly chime Choose your own path at the end of the line Jump off the rails 'fore I finish this rhyme

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Sep 26, 2018

Sep 26, 2018 at 8:53 PM UTC

levottomuus

Roses of May

The treasures I seek, the landscapes I roam Seasons have passed as a heart turned to stone Back in the day with no place to call home Sins were committed, and none to atone Mind but a playground for notions bizarre Eyes painted crimson, the sky full of scars Over the doldrums of oceans so far Sails the salvation on blood of the stars Dear friends, misfortune befell on my soul Rekindled flames of a nightmare so cold Tragedy followed, guilt swallowed me whole Innocence lost to the crimes yet untold Words but a façade that blots out the sun Drowning the sorrow, a bottle of *** Blinded by light, where to flee, where to run Dance with the death to the beat of a drum Memories but shards in this great disarray Face of betrayal unseen till this day Bitter and sombre, so hollow, so grey Sweeter than chocolate those roses of May Thus, I am undone, but please, heed my call Spare me your pity, I accept my fault Fate I have chosen was bound to my fall Stoic and narrow, my thoughts were enthralled None shall be tracing the footsteps of mine Follow the sound of the heavenly chime Choose your own path at the end of the line Jump off the rails 'fore I finish this rhyme

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