thepoemscreatedlife - Hello Poetry

I am the temporary poet. The one who feels so greatly, The words do not come. This is from the temporary poet The one who is no longer injured, Who can live life without living through metaphors. The one who is not quite finished hiding behind words, but finally wordless. Love. What IS LOVE! I'm out of rhymes, metaphors and all of the above. Finally restful as my poet self seems to end. A new phase of me, myself begins.

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Mar 22, 2018

Mar 22, 2018 at 4:10 PM UTC

The temporary poet

I am the temporary poet. The one who feels so greatly, The words do not come. This is from the temporary poet The one who is no longer injured, Who can live life without living through metaphors. The one who is not quite finished hiding behind words, but finally wordless. Love. What IS LOVE! I'm out of rhymes, metaphors and all of the above. Finally restful as my poet self seems to end. A new phase of me, myself begins.

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My mouth stops me from speaking. Though there's so much I want to say. But my brain screams be careful and there's nothing I can say.

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Mar 18, 2018

Mar 18, 2018 at 11:13 PM UTC

Mind brakes

My mouth stops me from speaking. Though there's so much I want to say. But my brain screams be careful and there's nothing I can say.

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When you give away your chance to be a child, you break hearts all over. You give up simple happiness for something you think is much greater, But will soon find out it's not worth it later. Please come back and be a child. A selfless perfect soul yearns His daughter to come back to His arms. Please, you won't be defiled. Run back full force, you will still be welcomed, harmoniously reconciled. Please We all hurt for you I know you never liked me But I hurt for you the most. Turn back child. You still have a chance to save your life, love, not yet exiled. For you. For me. For Him. We mourn for you. For the choices you've made. For the child inside you've forgotten.

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Mar 18, 2018

Mar 18, 2018 at 11:07 PM UTC

Childhood

When you give away your chance to be a child, you break hearts all over. You give up simple happiness for something you think is much greater, But will soon find out it's not worth it later. Please come back and be a child. A selfless perfect soul yearns His daughter to come back to His arms. Please, you won't be defiled. Run back full force, you will still be welcomed, harmoniously reconciled. Please We all hurt for you I know you never liked me But I hurt for you the most. Turn back child. You still have a chance to save your life, love, not yet exiled. For you. For me. For Him. We mourn for you. For the choices you've made. For the child inside you've forgotten.

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I really think you're the one for me. Am I a fool? Yes. But I still believe it.

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Jan 18, 2018

Jan 18, 2018 at 9:05 PM UTC

Fools dream

I really think you're the one for me. Am I a fool? Yes. But I still believe it.

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Who are we to let a non living thing stand in our way?

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Sep 30, 2017

Sep 30, 2017 at 6:37 PM UTC

Stone

Who are we to let a non living thing stand in our way?

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We're just bones Muscles Skin Brains Thoughts Feelings Souls. Hard Medium Soft Tough Scary Dangerous Beautiful.

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Sep 29, 2017

Sep 29, 2017 at 10:48 AM UTC

Bones are hard

We're just bones Muscles Skin Brains Thoughts Feelings Souls. Hard Medium Soft Tough Scary Dangerous Beautiful.

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Sometimes we can see people better than they can see us

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Jan 29, 2017

Jan 29, 2017 at 6:27 PM UTC

Untitled

Sometimes we can see people better than they can see us

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With wings of fire she set off into the dark sky, Her wings illuminated the soul of the clouds, The magnificent height of heaven above her, Until she made her home in the sun, as one with one. she was home

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Jan 5, 2017

Jan 5, 2017 at 2:15 PM UTC

She Was Home

With wings of fire she set off into the dark sky, Her wings illuminated the soul of the clouds, The magnificent height of heaven above her, Until she made her home in the sun, as one with one. she was home

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When you speak The whole world pauses to listen Such wisdom comes from behind those lips But you rarely speak.

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Nov 21, 2016

Nov 21, 2016 at 2:07 PM UTC

None

When you speak The whole world pauses to listen Such wisdom comes from behind those lips But you rarely speak.

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I have this book I write down all my thoughts Unfinished or not They finish me The parts of my heart My life together Paper is my life It connects me to other poets And other writers And other artists Of every different kind.

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Nov 4, 2016

Nov 4, 2016 at 8:24 PM UTC

I have this book

I have this book I write down all my thoughts Unfinished or not They finish me The parts of my heart My life together Paper is my life It connects me to other poets And other writers And other artists Of every different kind.

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