misty-roper - Hello Poetry

Harsh echoes falling down, Rage melting with Love's gentle kiss. Curtains of tremulous sorrow parting Revealing wings of forgiveness, Draped in a sea of silver threads. Wounds that ask for healing, For things Time won't forget. Hearts longing for reconciliation, While Love still holds strong, Despite the turbulence. The fragile heart of Trust still beating, Though a potentially fatal blow it received. The wounded one still reeling, From the hurt deception has conceived. The guilty one accepts the blame, But fiery penance cannot redeem. Explanations are insufficient, And found difficult to believe. The guilty kneels before the wounded, In admittance of what has been done, Leaning only upon grace and mercy, Forgiveness cannot be earned or won. The wings of the wounded wrap around the guilty, With their spreading, healing is released. Restoring Love's sure foundation, And bringing death to grief.

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Oct 19, 2015

Oct 19, 2015 at 2:29 PM UTC

misty-roper

Wings of Forgiveness

Harsh echoes falling down, Rage melting with Love's gentle kiss. Curtains of tremulous sorrow parting Revealing wings of forgiveness, Draped in a sea of silver threads. Wounds that ask for healing, For things Time won't forget. Hearts longing for reconciliation, While Love still holds strong, Despite the turbulence. The fragile heart of Trust still beating, Though a potentially fatal blow it received. The wounded one still reeling, From the hurt deception has conceived. The guilty one accepts the blame, But fiery penance cannot redeem. Explanations are insufficient, And found difficult to believe. The guilty kneels before the wounded, In admittance of what has been done, Leaning only upon grace and mercy, Forgiveness cannot be earned or won. The wings of the wounded wrap around the guilty, With their spreading, healing is released. Restoring Love's sure foundation, And bringing death to grief.

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An eye, wondering of desires already imagined, poisoned Love by the bedside. Love withdrawn, gratefully dying, a beauty falling fast from hundreds of stars… Alas, is gone. The eternal moon comes to deliver hope and contentment, for a heart deserted in oblivion. A weary, veiled spirit left laying in the stars, soul strewn on parchments. A lamp of knowledge is lifted to spread the interpreted light, and touch the eyes of the poet with the blessed fingertips of Life. The mystery of the holies falling on a noble stranger, who, breathing in understanding, is salvaged.

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Jul 8, 2015

Jul 8, 2015 at 8:08 AM UTC

misty-roper

Astral Moorings

An eye, wondering of desires already imagined, poisoned Love by the bedside. Love withdrawn, gratefully dying, a beauty falling fast from hundreds of stars… Alas, is gone. The eternal moon comes to deliver hope and contentment, for a heart deserted in oblivion. A weary, veiled spirit left laying in the stars, soul strewn on parchments. A lamp of knowledge is lifted to spread the interpreted light, and touch the eyes of the poet with the blessed fingertips of Life. The mystery of the holies falling on a noble stranger, who, breathing in understanding, is salvaged.

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i. The notes are ingrained by the blue petalled flames, burning them into my bones. All other colors fade, detach, suspended in a waking dream. Here, in the lingering lucidity, this maddening gnaw of pain leaks the little whispers, stealing rhapsody from pleasure. ii. Tightrope treachery, a daringly dancing gypsy spinning about on a narrow wall. A burning star, she leaps... leaving shimmering stardust in her wake, balance risked for the momentum of grace. A barter between freedom and fate, perhaps circles of three will bring it all tumbling to the ground. iii. Ariadne abandonment, I foam milkweed at the mouth under the burning moon. Casting aside the anguish of this tether, feeding tinder to an infant rage, I let its coals singe my soul while this blazing inferno carries my fury forward. I **** the marrow of courage... Now, I shall deprive the Minotaur of his horns and roast Theseus' heart upon their tips! iv. The flavor of innocence on my lips has become a sorrowing memory. In the waking moments, the world slowly becomes unbound before me, my wandering is done, the final marks are made. And the taste of one too many poppies tingles on my tongue, as my voice is laid out on a slab of words.

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Jul 7, 2015

Jul 7, 2015 at 7:36 AM UTC

misty-roper

On the Bed of Hypnos

i. The notes are ingrained by the blue petalled flames, burning them into my bones. All other colors fade, detach, suspended in a waking dream. Here, in the lingering lucidity, this maddening gnaw of pain leaks the little whispers, stealing rhapsody from pleasure. ii. Tightrope treachery, a daringly dancing gypsy spinning about on a narrow wall. A burning star, she leaps... leaving shimmering stardust in her wake, balance risked for the momentum of grace. A barter between freedom and fate, perhaps circles of three will bring it all tumbling to the ground. iii. Ariadne abandonment, I foam milkweed at the mouth under the burning moon. Casting aside the anguish of this tether, feeding tinder to an infant rage, I let its coals singe my soul while this blazing inferno carries my fury forward. I **** the marrow of courage... Now, I shall deprive the Minotaur of his horns and roast Theseus' heart upon their tips! iv. The flavor of innocence on my lips has become a sorrowing memory. In the waking moments, the world slowly becomes unbound before me, my wandering is done, the final marks are made. And the taste of one too many poppies tingles on my tongue, as my voice is laid out on a slab of words.

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The scent of incense still remains, Though the smoke fades like a memory, My heart, eternal hope contains. Of every moment, my mind retains, Our brief and fleeting history, The scent of incense still remains. Resurrected with spring rains, Memories stir, my eyes become watery, My heart, eternal hope contains. Morning's light shines through window panes, Remembering your body with perfect clarity, The scent of incense still remains. My soul bond to yours with Love's chains, Where the key may be is forever a mystery, My heart, eternal hope contains. In my head echoes a song's refrain, Flames casting shadows that are fiery, The scent of incense still remains, My heart, eternal hope contains.

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Feb 22, 2015

Feb 22, 2015 at 2:34 PM UTC

misty-roper

Lingering

The scent of incense still remains, Though the smoke fades like a memory, My heart, eternal hope contains. Of every moment, my mind retains, Our brief and fleeting history, The scent of incense still remains. Resurrected with spring rains, Memories stir, my eyes become watery, My heart, eternal hope contains. Morning's light shines through window panes, Remembering your body with perfect clarity, The scent of incense still remains. My soul bond to yours with Love's chains, Where the key may be is forever a mystery, My heart, eternal hope contains. In my head echoes a song's refrain, Flames casting shadows that are fiery, The scent of incense still remains, My heart, eternal hope contains.

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Integrating these strange moments I wish that I could forget, Containing withheld restlessness... A world eternally upset. While pressed by the spinning silence Against this cold, graffitied wall, As here within Oblivion My consciousness begins to fall. For these resounding vibrations Now rip infinity in two, Birthing an illumination Bringing forth Inspiration's view. This invading tempo climbs, Sounds illustrating our differences Musical hues dancing in eyes, As aberrant colors produce sighs. In the midst of rhythmic chaos This numbness thoroughly surrounds, For those trapped within Musican's ethos There is no escape to be found.

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Jan 10, 2015

Jan 10, 2015 at 1:33 PM UTC

misty-roper

Artistic Enticements

Integrating these strange moments I wish that I could forget, Containing withheld restlessness... A world eternally upset. While pressed by the spinning silence Against this cold, graffitied wall, As here within Oblivion My consciousness begins to fall. For these resounding vibrations Now rip infinity in two, Birthing an illumination Bringing forth Inspiration's view. This invading tempo climbs, Sounds illustrating our differences Musical hues dancing in eyes, As aberrant colors produce sighs. In the midst of rhythmic chaos This numbness thoroughly surrounds, For those trapped within Musican's ethos There is no escape to be found.

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I am disconnected, a broken circuit.... With no light behind my eyes. This apathy has made me certain, Of where our untrodden path now lies. Once normal glances, turned suspicious Gazes avoided, emotions slide. Attacks of isolation, vicious; I search for an abstract place to hide. But these fleeing feet, they find no refuge For my shield is now what shuts me out, I do my best to try to reach you But I cannot breach your wall of doubt. My hands ***** for a course of action But I cannot see the steps to take, As every word is weighed with reaction This path outlined with my mistake. Blood cannot purchase my atonement, Otherwise, I would be bled dry. For Mercy seems to be absent Or indifferent to my cry.

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Mar 14, 2014

Mar 14, 2014 at 6:23 PM UTC

misty-roper

Obdurate

I am disconnected, a broken circuit.... With no light behind my eyes. This apathy has made me certain, Of where our untrodden path now lies. Once normal glances, turned suspicious Gazes avoided, emotions slide. Attacks of isolation, vicious; I search for an abstract place to hide. But these fleeing feet, they find no refuge For my shield is now what shuts me out, I do my best to try to reach you But I cannot breach your wall of doubt. My hands ***** for a course of action But I cannot see the steps to take, As every word is weighed with reaction This path outlined with my mistake. Blood cannot purchase my atonement, Otherwise, I would be bled dry. For Mercy seems to be absent Or indifferent to my cry.

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Every time the eyes turn away I cease to exist – Dying a numbered death Roaming in solitary, spectral form The evidence of my existence foregone. A returning glance won't bring my resurrection... Hovering bee-like around you, Minimally acknowledged, This distant yeast mouth Expands and swallows me. In the absence of the buzzing wings The mead waits for Dionysus To be reborn.

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Mar 13, 2014

Mar 13, 2014 at 11:04 AM UTC

misty-roper

Semele

Every time the eyes turn away I cease to exist – Dying a numbered death Roaming in solitary, spectral form The evidence of my existence foregone. A returning glance won't bring my resurrection... Hovering bee-like around you, Minimally acknowledged, This distant yeast mouth Expands and swallows me. In the absence of the buzzing wings The mead waits for Dionysus To be reborn.

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Hummingbird, reflecting shattered strains of stained glass light, invoking the laws of physics... You, Threaded a muted conversation through soup can telephones into this delusional bubble within the Novocaine fog. Unexpected disruption in my comfortable illusion, grating vibration buzzing in... Inadvertently excavating that secret chamber, pressure sealed, Only to find there are no treasures inside..... For the Sphinx has lost them, and the mummy's venom reactivates in this bent light... and digests me... from the inside.

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Mar 10, 2014

Mar 10, 2014 at 2:28 PM UTC

misty-roper

Oikotropic

Hummingbird, reflecting shattered strains of stained glass light, invoking the laws of physics... You, Threaded a muted conversation through soup can telephones into this delusional bubble within the Novocaine fog. Unexpected disruption in my comfortable illusion, grating vibration buzzing in... Inadvertently excavating that secret chamber, pressure sealed, Only to find there are no treasures inside..... For the Sphinx has lost them, and the mummy's venom reactivates in this bent light... and digests me... from the inside.

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