#npmreused - Hello Poetry

i'm getting tired of it, waking up once a day, feeling dead and forever unpleasant. i love too much, i'm not much pride to swallow. let your roots grow into me, feel yourself waste away. we wept, sea between beds, always but a dream never to be seized, nothing is forever.

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Apr 30, 2017

Apr 30, 2017 at 4:38 PM UTC

david-mitchell

misfit is god

i'm getting tired of it, waking up once a day, feeling dead and forever unpleasant. i love too much, i'm not much pride to swallow. let your roots grow into me, feel yourself waste away. we wept, sea between beds, always but a dream never to be seized, nothing is forever.

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I may look like a wretch, But I can do sketch, Want me to come by, and make your life outstretched? Don't worry, I don't bite. I love people who are fond of aplite.

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Mar 31, 2021

Mar 31, 2021 at 8:09 AM UTC

ikesh

I don't bite

I may look like a wretch, But I can do sketch, Want me to come by, and make your life outstretched? Don't worry, I don't bite. I love people who are fond of aplite.

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I told you But You did not Listen to that voice That is me

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Apr 30, 2017

Apr 30, 2017 at 3:52 PM UTC

deeteaful

To Self

I told you But You did not Listen to that voice That is me

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I follow someone else's tragedy And I'm willing to mend it But the emptiness reflected Was as lonesome as the one before. I seem to have forgotten We are dead.

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Apr 30, 2017

Apr 30, 2017 at 3:45 PM UTC

emmennarr

Déjà vu

I follow someone else's tragedy And I'm willing to mend it But the emptiness reflected Was as lonesome as the one before. I seem to have forgotten We are dead.

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Come to me, and I promise you to only feel eternity.

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Apr 2, 2021

Apr 2, 2021 at 7:27 AM UTC

ikesh

Cornered

Come to me, and I promise you to only feel eternity.

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I told everyone that I’m okay, But do I still need to say? I wanted to be happy, just to be happy all day… I wasn’t expecting you come into play Expectations deprived me from watching sunset by the bay They wanted me to be perfect but I couldn’t shine properly I was criticized silently And was perishing inside, slowly I cried a lot; my life’s too dry No one scrupled to ask, “Are you still okay?” When you had the confidence to utter words, it was late. Too late I’ve taken my life and it was my fate.

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Mar 31, 2021

Mar 31, 2021 at 7:53 AM UTC

ikesh

You were late

I told everyone that I’m okay, But do I still need to say? I wanted to be happy, just to be happy all day… I wasn’t expecting you come into play Expectations deprived me from watching sunset by the bay They wanted me to be perfect but I couldn’t shine properly I was criticized silently And was perishing inside, slowly I cried a lot; my life’s too dry No one scrupled to ask, “Are you still okay?” When you had the confidence to utter words, it was late. Too late I’ve taken my life and it was my fate.

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Nothing saddens my heart more Than a dog who eats my poem And a tree that is burned down And a cog that does not turn Nothing saddens my heart more Than a book that is sold cheap And a cousin that is hurt From the roof eager to leap Nothing saddens my heart more Than the earth so full of trash And myself who is asleep While the years moving like flash

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Apr 30, 2017

Apr 30, 2017 at 8:16 PM UTC

jawad

THE FRANKENSTEINISH POEM

Nothing saddens my heart more Than a dog who eats my poem And a tree that is burned down And a cog that does not turn Nothing saddens my heart more Than a book that is sold cheap And a cousin that is hurt From the roof eager to leap Nothing saddens my heart more Than the earth so full of trash And myself who is asleep While the years moving like flash

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I heard you shouting my name, I heard you taking all the blame. Can you feel the flame? Is it still the same? I guess not, Because it was all a game.

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Mar 31, 2021

Mar 31, 2021 at 7:50 AM UTC

ikesh

Never fixed

I heard you shouting my name, I heard you taking all the blame. Can you feel the flame? Is it still the same? I guess not, Because it was all a game.

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Part I - Words Don’t play word games with a poet a poem is but a skeleton waiting for mind and imagination to fill the open spaces fragile, fleeting thoughts arise like Frost upon the windowpane they write themselves pieces bombard like pebbles words with no more weight than the fluff of a yellow chick [are] magnified into the Pillars of Hercules [resembling] a jumble of colors wild and bright, juxtaposed and scattered her words are so airy his thoughts are so keen perhaps even [saying] the things we wish we had making it a page in [our] book [but sometimes] they don 't go down easy, these words meant to soothe I want to take them back, embarrassed that I ever set them down wishing I could forget playwright’s evil pen, [and now] my brain is uninhabited by rhyme. Part II – Nature [Evening] it rains… I want to try to count the droplets [as] the breeze invites a crimson leaf to dance one last dance geese give a melancholy voice to leaving their dark v-shape splitting a cloudless sky breeze ruffling trees at evening as stars appear to transport me home the Daystar pulls up its night covers, letting the darkness take hold. …the moon pregnant with the sun’s light round full lake of fervor the moon holds up the sky on silver serving tray [Day] the sun burns the horizon white foam, salt spray, forlorn cry of gull, brown sands, hot sands rhythmic roll of waves [Earth] traversing an endless “sea” holding us tight yet leaving us free [Home} like me my garden is wild and free like flitting butterflies [children] come and pick the flowers they prize they keep on being tulips they keep on being red the fragments are dandelion seeds blown to the wind Part III - Melancholy I slice the day up like a lime [because] there’s an acutely thin line between the total lunatic fringe and that which is acceptable I see you falling through the purple air like a blind hungry tiger tiresome journey seems unending then death some too soon [give] up the ghost if you die so early are you forever young? sound and fury, sound of silence when will the bleeding end? I cry for the grandchildren I'll likely never have, for the grandparents I never knew. if I cried as much as I need to my 60-some percent water would dissipate, evaporate into the abyss that’s forming, I look at the abyss [but] it isn't mine anymore, it’s yours as you walk, your body tries to fold into itself. who was your beast and where have you buried him? what if…each person’s belief is what unfolds if you believe in nothing that’s what you’d become the ground is your bed, the stars your night light. soon morning will break and melt the frost, moving it along [your} frozen pain Part IV – Love and Longing if you don’t want the real truth perhaps you shouldn’t ask [but still] be gentle with one another the world is harsh enough she didn’t seem really loved didn’t seem cared for that much clothes dropped like the delicate gray feathers of fledglings I've heard people say they can control what they dream but most are who they are and will remain I could have loved you, madman though you were, sometimes the less said, the better letting go of love [yet your] soul goes with me always running through me like a river... put your hands in the earth and touch me. Epilogue: how hard did you have to work to do it well? (a line not used) [I worked hard but didn’t do it all that well. In spite of that, I enjoyed doing it!]

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Apr 30, 2017

Apr 30, 2017 at 9:44 PM UTC

WingedPoet

All But Three Lines (Final April Prompt: reused lines)

Part I - Words Don’t play word games with a poet a poem is but a skeleton waiting for mind and imagination to fill the open spaces fragile, fleeting thoughts arise like Frost upon the windowpane they write themselves pieces bombard like pebbles words with no more weight than the fluff of a yellow chick [are] magnified into the Pillars of Hercules [resembling] a jumble of colors wild and bright, juxtaposed and scattered her words are so airy his thoughts are so keen perhaps even [saying] the things we wish we had making it a page in [our] book [but sometimes] they don 't go down easy, these words meant to soothe I want to take them back, embarrassed that I ever set them down wishing I could forget playwright’s evil pen, [and now] my brain is uninhabited by rhyme. Part II – Nature [Evening] it rains… I want to try to count the droplets [as] the breeze invites a crimson leaf to dance one last dance geese give a melancholy voice to leaving their dark v-shape splitting a cloudless sky breeze ruffling trees at evening as stars appear to transport me home the Daystar pulls up its night covers, letting the darkness take hold. …the moon pregnant with the sun’s light round full lake of fervor the moon holds up the sky on silver serving tray [Day] the sun burns the horizon white foam, salt spray, forlorn cry of gull, brown sands, hot sands rhythmic roll of waves [Earth] traversing an endless “sea” holding us tight yet leaving us free [Home} like me my garden is wild and free like flitting butterflies [children] come and pick the flowers they prize they keep on being tulips they keep on being red the fragments are dandelion seeds blown to the wind Part III - Melancholy I slice the day up like a lime [because] there’s an acutely thin line between the total lunatic fringe and that which is acceptable I see you falling through the purple air like a blind hungry tiger tiresome journey seems unending then death some too soon [give] up the ghost if you die so early are you forever young? sound and fury, sound of silence when will the bleeding end? I cry for the grandchildren I'll likely never have, for the grandparents I never knew. if I cried as much as I need to my 60-some percent water would dissipate, evaporate into the abyss that’s forming, I look at the abyss [but] it isn't mine anymore, it’s yours as you walk, your body tries to fold into itself. who was your beast and where have you buried him? what if…each person’s belief is what unfolds if you believe in nothing that’s what you’d become the ground is your bed, the stars your night light. soon morning will break and melt the frost, moving it along [your} frozen pain Part IV – Love and Longing if you don’t want the real truth perhaps you shouldn’t ask [but still] be gentle with one another the world is harsh enough she didn’t seem really loved didn’t seem cared for that much clothes dropped like the delicate gray feathers of fledglings I've heard people say they can control what they dream but most are who they are and will remain I could have loved you, madman though you were, sometimes the less said, the better letting go of love [yet your] soul goes with me always running through me like a river... put your hands in the earth and touch me. Epilogue: how hard did you have to work to do it well? (a line not used) [I worked hard but didn’t do it all that well. In spite of that, I enjoyed doing it!]

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Once upon a time She ran away from her hometown All the things she worked harder for says her Goodbye and restart all over again . On the barren lands everyone lost. More half path to the end left to travel . . faded away somewhere which path to take tall trees , scattered sunrays and growing day by day a chance to start living And feel delighted with all the time she had wish not to be like someone else And there will come a time , she'll get to shine The End

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Apr 30, 2017

Apr 30, 2017 at 1:20 PM UTC

druzzy_any

Her story

Once upon a time She ran away from her hometown All the things she worked harder for says her Goodbye and restart all over again . On the barren lands everyone lost. More half path to the end left to travel . . faded away somewhere which path to take tall trees , scattered sunrays and growing day by day a chance to start living And feel delighted with all the time she had wish not to be like someone else And there will come a time , she'll get to shine The End

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Here of all places, We had a hope of victory. But it’s over and we know it So don’t cry for me.

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May 29, 2019

May 29, 2019 at 3:52 AM UTC

nomourners

Lockdown/A Different POV/Don’t Cry For Me

Here of all places, We had a hope of victory. But it’s over and we know it So don’t cry for me.

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Hurry... I'm in a hurry. Slowly... Can I move slowly? Hide... How can you tell me that? Duck... I'm stuck. They're gone. And I'm so done. I looked at you. And out of the blue, You asked me; "Want to be free? Press the button later." It was a bomb. How can I be so dumb?

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Mar 31, 2021

Mar 31, 2021 at 8:26 AM UTC

ikesh

Press it

Hurry... I'm in a hurry. Slowly... Can I move slowly? Hide... How can you tell me that? Duck... I'm stuck. They're gone. And I'm so done. I looked at you. And out of the blue, You asked me; "Want to be free? Press the button later." It was a bomb. How can I be so dumb?

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You were my anchor. I even held hands with you by the shore. Just everything about you, I was so sure. I waited for you long enough; Long enough to be longed every single day, I was in dismay. I decided to wait you until May. However, I just couldn't stay. How can I? Leo, Remember how you killed me that day?

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Mar 31, 2021

Mar 31, 2021 at 8:37 AM UTC

ikesh

Leo

You were my anchor. I even held hands with you by the shore. Just everything about you, I was so sure. I waited for you long enough; Long enough to be longed every single day, I was in dismay. I decided to wait you until May. However, I just couldn't stay. How can I? Leo, Remember how you killed me that day?

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