#conclude - Hello Poetry

Message on the Wall in a Scrawl, It's nature quite advanced alluding to the fact it's not mere child's play. Aside from the text meaning lies therein, but above all what does the message say. Not what it Reads, but rather, you see, In the mere fact it exists lies the key, For by its validation alone comes one to conclude it stands to be painted over today.

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Mar 25, 2025

Mar 25, 2025 at 4:58 PM UTC

Ezzy

What Wall Scrawl

Message on the Wall in a Scrawl, It's nature quite advanced alluding to the fact it's not mere child's play. Aside from the text meaning lies therein, but above all what does the message say. Not what it Reads, but rather, you see, In the mere fact it exists lies the key, For by its validation alone comes one to conclude it stands to be painted over today.

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Poet, can I reliably conclude that things are good, since you have stopped (estoppel) writing poetry? ~for her, whose muse has fled, but not to Canada, one more last time!~ <> a writers block of a two-step dancing duration, we stumble on her green light status, she’s alive, she’s up in Canada, so do the obligatory checkin in, checking out and that It occurs my next question is a superlative poem title challenge for the lady with the eyebrow extensions, and other ways she found to make me laugh so for her, for me, and perhaps for you, I commission myself with a task, knowing not where this will demise eventually ***can I reliably conclude that things are good, since you have stopped writing poetry?*** which is a ****** self-mockery cause my dopamine levels are ***** high when Mercury is yet in retrograde, my serotonin is sinkhole sinking in anticipation of Saturn’s Return returning, the solstice just passed by, my full moon phase is super glue stuck in the fourth house of/if the rising sun if things ain’t ***** why write? is its therapeutic healing power aside, maybe, baby, one, or two, can one, reliably conclude that things are good, now that you have stooped to estop writing your poetry?* God I hope so otherwise I’ve embarrassed myself, wisely forgot to dedicate this you-inspired-silliness (by name, gender, bio markers, tribal incantation) with a serious undertone, and a writ of estoppel attached, but you know already this ones just for you, and your many toddler children to whom you attend to daily, as they draw strength from sun and rain, dark soil and you. natty p.s. always use your turning signals

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Jun 26, 2020

Jun 26, 2020 at 9:27 AM UTC

nat-lipstadt

Poet, can I reliably conclude that things are good, since you have stopped writing poetry? (writ of estoppel)

Poet, can I reliably conclude that things are good, since you have stopped (estoppel) writing poetry? ~for her, whose muse has fled, but not to Canada, one more last time!~ <> a writers block of a two-step dancing duration, we stumble on her green light status, she’s alive, she’s up in Canada, so do the obligatory checkin in, checking out and that It occurs my next question is a superlative poem title challenge for the lady with the eyebrow extensions, and other ways she found to make me laugh so for her, for me, and perhaps for you, I commission myself with a task, knowing not where this will demise eventually ***can I reliably conclude that things are good, since you have stopped writing poetry?*** which is a ****** self-mockery cause my dopamine levels are ***** high when Mercury is yet in retrograde, my serotonin is sinkhole sinking in anticipation of Saturn’s Return returning, the solstice just passed by, my full moon phase is super glue stuck in the fourth house of/if the rising sun if things ain’t ***** why write? is its therapeutic healing power aside, maybe, baby, one, or two, can one, reliably conclude that things are good, now that you have stooped to estop writing your poetry?* God I hope so otherwise I’ve embarrassed myself, wisely forgot to dedicate this you-inspired-silliness (by name, gender, bio markers, tribal incantation) with a serious undertone, and a writ of estoppel attached, but you know already this ones just for you, and your many toddler children to whom you attend to daily, as they draw strength from sun and rain, dark soil and you. natty p.s. always use your turning signals

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It feels like particles are peeling apart Connecting Separating as they please There is undeniable space growing in my heart Observable to who peeks and sees Fate to blame I have no doubt Touching tears that won't mend Beneath skin circuits start to short-out Barriers between emotions blur and blend Real is rare so bare all imperfections Fake the majority of what others share Everywhere I go is overdissection Judgement is blatantly unfair Which only adds to distress Taken without one sound Cork up inconvenient emotions unless They overflow Then I'm drowned You cannot imagine what it's like Kills self-esteem to reflect Each time negativity strikes Is impossible to correct Bottle after bottle emerges emptied Sink in a sea of distraction Forever smoky air will not recede Chilly dreams prevent satisfaction None of our dreams visible anymore What are we doing wrong? Many bad decisions Too many to ignore I guess failure's where we belong We will never be proud living like this We are in darkness's constant shadow Sins overtake any chance we have at bliss Dragging troubles in tow Trust we will be able to grow Takes years to heal wounds deep Bridges over teardrops that flow Seconds wasted we could not keep To conclude Retain a sliver of hope Though happiness may be lost I build and maintain ways to cope Stay warm amidst the permanent frost

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Apr 24, 2020

Apr 24, 2020 at 7:31 PM UTC

AmandaKayBurke

Blurred Barriers Bending

It feels like particles are peeling apart Connecting Separating as they please There is undeniable space growing in my heart Observable to who peeks and sees Fate to blame I have no doubt Touching tears that won't mend Beneath skin circuits start to short-out Barriers between emotions blur and blend Real is rare so bare all imperfections Fake the majority of what others share Everywhere I go is overdissection Judgement is blatantly unfair Which only adds to distress Taken without one sound Cork up inconvenient emotions unless They overflow Then I'm drowned You cannot imagine what it's like Kills self-esteem to reflect Each time negativity strikes Is impossible to correct Bottle after bottle emerges emptied Sink in a sea of distraction Forever smoky air will not recede Chilly dreams prevent satisfaction None of our dreams visible anymore What are we doing wrong? Many bad decisions Too many to ignore I guess failure's where we belong We will never be proud living like this We are in darkness's constant shadow Sins overtake any chance we have at bliss Dragging troubles in tow Trust we will be able to grow Takes years to heal wounds deep Bridges over teardrops that flow Seconds wasted we could not keep To conclude Retain a sliver of hope Though happiness may be lost I build and maintain ways to cope Stay warm amidst the permanent frost

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Pull back from me to clear through your clutter Only guidance can be offered for the effects we have on ourselves and others Observe our actions from above as a higher state helps to adjust Step up from who and where you are to be the change you want to make Assess, review and conclude For only we can improve our fate

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Feb 2, 2020

Feb 2, 2020 at 7:03 AM UTC

PoeticTetra

Recover

Pull back from me to clear through your clutter Only guidance can be offered for the effects we have on ourselves and others Observe our actions from above as a higher state helps to adjust Step up from who and where you are to be the change you want to make Assess, review and conclude For only we can improve our fate

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Poem per lover No fret Poems of hunger Drowned in so much thought It’ll make you melt Even though the sun is low We’ll see the day We’ll see the day that a love is truly felt

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Aug 21, 2020

Aug 21, 2020 at 8:38 PM UTC

angel_

A Love

Poem per lover No fret Poems of hunger Drowned in so much thought It’ll make you melt Even though the sun is low We’ll see the day We’ll see the day that a love is truly felt

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By cold logic you arrive, not through panic nor insanity, for they are something separate. You recall those who witnessed, through blinded eye the beginnings. Those seemingly oblivious of your falling to this place, and who could offer no sanctuary or escape. In your mind the inaction testifies, of a value you no longer hold. Not just in your place of open eyed awareness, But also in their world of illusion, where you no longer belong. There are two pathways ahead. But only one will each choose according to their need. Emotional pain made into the physical Or the ending of pain both felt and caused, both past and future. At the beginning and in the intermediate, the times when cries for help prevailed. Not consciously shouted but through changes, altered interaction with the world as it once was. To those who bore witness to beginning and middle, at this stage comes the "why?". "I saw it"...."Why did I not see this outcome?".... "I knew",??? To those who have not been here, There seems to be no logic, They cannot see from where they stand the simple rationale. So contrary and beyond sight that only the tag of insanity gives explanation. At the beginners guide just so the numbers who sought to read. At the intermediate a lesser number could give an interest. The despair of others an unwanted knowledge and the readings so reflect a reality best kept unvoiced... too disturbing to the ear. And fewer now here... dear reader... eyes uneducated still asking why.... you few are too late to understanding and by now despair has been defeated.

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Mar 25, 2019

Mar 25, 2019 at 5:04 AM UTC

tony-tweedy

Despair... An Advanced Guide

By cold logic you arrive, not through panic nor insanity, for they are something separate. You recall those who witnessed, through blinded eye the beginnings. Those seemingly oblivious of your falling to this place, and who could offer no sanctuary or escape. In your mind the inaction testifies, of a value you no longer hold. Not just in your place of open eyed awareness, But also in their world of illusion, where you no longer belong. There are two pathways ahead. But only one will each choose according to their need. Emotional pain made into the physical Or the ending of pain both felt and caused, both past and future. At the beginning and in the intermediate, the times when cries for help prevailed. Not consciously shouted but through changes, altered interaction with the world as it once was. To those who bore witness to beginning and middle, at this stage comes the "why?". "I saw it"...."Why did I not see this outcome?".... "I knew",??? To those who have not been here, There seems to be no logic, They cannot see from where they stand the simple rationale. So contrary and beyond sight that only the tag of insanity gives explanation. At the beginners guide just so the numbers who sought to read. At the intermediate a lesser number could give an interest. The despair of others an unwanted knowledge and the readings so reflect a reality best kept unvoiced... too disturbing to the ear. And fewer now here... dear reader... eyes uneducated still asking why.... you few are too late to understanding and by now despair has been defeated.

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