#declarations - Hello Poetry

Six-shooters are holstered, swords are scabbard, arrows are un-nocked, blades are sheathed. Not in the course Of one petty conflict, But comparatively throughout history. There is more intergovernmental cooperation, More trade and tourism, More declarations and treaties. The common person Has greater breadth of movement In travel of classes & region. The ignition of all these dormant conflicts Will not lead to any new or better resolution But, more likely than not, More conflagration & revolution. To win or to lose In a game of confusion With the strategy of lies & ambiguity. Better than to limply concede And forfeit all claim to belief In what you fought to seat. And in fifty years from now Some blasted fool shall say: The ignition of all these dormant conflicts Will not lead to any new or better resolution But, more likely than not, More conflagration & revolution.

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Feb 13, 2025

Feb 13, 2025 at 1:00 AM UTC

manx-kronos-pragna

Things Seems To Trend That Way

Six-shooters are holstered, swords are scabbard, arrows are un-nocked, blades are sheathed. Not in the course Of one petty conflict, But comparatively throughout history. There is more intergovernmental cooperation, More trade and tourism, More declarations and treaties. The common person Has greater breadth of movement In travel of classes & region. The ignition of all these dormant conflicts Will not lead to any new or better resolution But, more likely than not, More conflagration & revolution. To win or to lose In a game of confusion With the strategy of lies & ambiguity. Better than to limply concede And forfeit all claim to belief In what you fought to seat. And in fifty years from now Some blasted fool shall say: The ignition of all these dormant conflicts Will not lead to any new or better resolution But, more likely than not, More conflagration & revolution.

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So darling In the moments that exist With you on the pavement When night I want to look in your eyes And say the words I love you With a voice that holds the softest might

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Sep 16, 2024

Sep 16, 2024 at 11:45 AM UTC

Shivvy

I love you

So darling In the moments that exist With you on the pavement When night I want to look in your eyes And say the words I love you With a voice that holds the softest might

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“I love you.” he said, his voice raspy and emotional. “You..?” I asked softly, and he nodded yes, slowly. I kind of moved him away a bit - with a soft stiff-arm - to see him better in the limited light. He looked serious and a little flushed, as if feverish. I examined his face, looking for insincerity or jest but saw none. Perhaps this “love” could use some examination. “Would you convert to Judaism for me?” I asked He looked surprised and a little confused. “Are you Jewish?” He asked, hesitantly. “No.” I answered. He still looked confused.”I’d be proud to be Jewish,” I clarified. “or to have a Jewish boyfriend.” “Then.. why would I need to convert?” He asked, squinting with concentration. “We were examining your sumptuous commitment to love.” I said, “forgetaboutit.”

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Jun 6, 2022

Jun 6, 2022 at 12:40 PM UTC

anaisvionet

I love you

“I love you.” he said, his voice raspy and emotional. “You..?” I asked softly, and he nodded yes, slowly. I kind of moved him away a bit - with a soft stiff-arm - to see him better in the limited light. He looked serious and a little flushed, as if feverish. I examined his face, looking for insincerity or jest but saw none. Perhaps this “love” could use some examination. “Would you convert to Judaism for me?” I asked He looked surprised and a little confused. “Are you Jewish?” He asked, hesitantly. “No.” I answered. He still looked confused.”I’d be proud to be Jewish,” I clarified. “or to have a Jewish boyfriend.” “Then.. why would I need to convert?” He asked, squinting with concentration. “We were examining your sumptuous commitment to love.” I said, “forgetaboutit.”

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I want to steal your kisses, And your time, And your love. I want to breathe in your air, And your feelings, And bits of your soul. I want to inhale your history, And your sadness, And your happy. I want to wrap my arms around your shoulders, And your heavy heart, And your splintered spine. I want to take your heartbreak, And your worry, And your tears. I want to wipe away your jutted lip, And furrowed brow, And damp cheeks. I want to steal every single part of you, And only give back, The good stuff.

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Jul 20, 2015

Jul 20, 2015 at 8:42 PM UTC

misha-kroon

Kleptomania

I want to steal your kisses, And your time, And your love. I want to breathe in your air, And your feelings, And bits of your soul. I want to inhale your history, And your sadness, And your happy. I want to wrap my arms around your shoulders, And your heavy heart, And your splintered spine. I want to take your heartbreak, And your worry, And your tears. I want to wipe away your jutted lip, And furrowed brow, And damp cheeks. I want to steal every single part of you, And only give back, The good stuff.

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