#dickenson - Hello Poetry

The wind does not knock though it be a lonely soul. It turns, goes back home

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Jan 20, 2015

Jan 20, 2015 at 12:40 AM UTC

cecelia-francis

The wind does not knock

The wind does not knock though it be a lonely soul. It turns, goes back home

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I sat on the rock, With the statue of Robert Frost, And thought. I laid on the stone, With the metal cutout of Emily Dickenson, And cried.

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Jan 10, 2025

Jan 10, 2025 at 10:34 AM UTC

AbbottJHardison

Amherst

I sat on the rock, With the statue of Robert Frost, And thought. I laid on the stone, With the metal cutout of Emily Dickenson, And cried.

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Misery hates company We were always lied to From the shores of Tuscany To the great beast Patu From sea to shining sea Beyond what others ache or need From every depth of me I want to plant the seed "I am afraid of judging eyes" The first poem that was mine Much to everyone's surprise My heart still beats just fine Lost among the roses - tall That turned a shade of blood Blackened by the grief of all When my heart was but a bud The ache I feel every morning Reminds me I still live While my eyes are storming This graceless heart I give A sweetest of surrender Pouring out more of myself My mind thrown in a blender A soul trapped on the bookshelf Stuck always between the lines of imagery and forlorn words Blurring lies with "I'm Fine" This heart is for the birds.

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Jan 7

Jan 7, 2026 at 5:50 PM UTC

CriellaHopeMorthos

A Somber Resistance

Misery hates company We were always lied to From the shores of Tuscany To the great beast Patu From sea to shining sea Beyond what others ache or need From every depth of me I want to plant the seed "I am afraid of judging eyes" The first poem that was mine Much to everyone's surprise My heart still beats just fine Lost among the roses - tall That turned a shade of blood Blackened by the grief of all When my heart was but a bud The ache I feel every morning Reminds me I still live While my eyes are storming This graceless heart I give A sweetest of surrender Pouring out more of myself My mind thrown in a blender A soul trapped on the bookshelf Stuck always between the lines of imagery and forlorn words Blurring lies with "I'm Fine" This heart is for the birds.

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I dare the irreverence to bite. Dark Revenant hollowed heart BE GONE. It won’t be long - I know who and where my home lies so pack up the deceit - take elsewhere a seat! I See you in the dark wires wound. I see that imp hiding in the baby’s room, I see it lacing its path with Doom and Gloom. Ardent heart and Hardened soul, No malice there to take its toll. I see the bells that chime - I can tell the time, but I am no God. He created the time, Man created the clock, Man thinks he is The Almighty because he controls what is before him Woman, The wisdom kin, the help mate. The decider and fate. Destiny breathes with hope in her teeth, Chewing at sound of defeat. If you stop at hope and don’t climb the rope the wells of despair will yank. Your energy may tank. You will fall if you never brick it into Faith. Certainty of heart, Ardent and constant prayer when winds of change blow cold. The Holy Spirit gives the grace and mercy, never growing old - gives you arms that HOLD. The Son who sacrificed himself for ME, and YOU, and everyone between, Brings relief then you will cease to grieve You have to search for the dawn coming, cresting. You have to find stillness before you discover resting.

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Feb 8

Feb 8, 2026 at 2:05 PM UTC

AshleyBCampriani

Truth Spoken Darkly

I dare the irreverence to bite. Dark Revenant hollowed heart BE GONE. It won’t be long - I know who and where my home lies so pack up the deceit - take elsewhere a seat! I See you in the dark wires wound. I see that imp hiding in the baby’s room, I see it lacing its path with Doom and Gloom. Ardent heart and Hardened soul, No malice there to take its toll. I see the bells that chime - I can tell the time, but I am no God. He created the time, Man created the clock, Man thinks he is The Almighty because he controls what is before him Woman, The wisdom kin, the help mate. The decider and fate. Destiny breathes with hope in her teeth, Chewing at sound of defeat. If you stop at hope and don’t climb the rope the wells of despair will yank. Your energy may tank. You will fall if you never brick it into Faith. Certainty of heart, Ardent and constant prayer when winds of change blow cold. The Holy Spirit gives the grace and mercy, never growing old - gives you arms that HOLD. The Son who sacrificed himself for ME, and YOU, and everyone between, Brings relief then you will cease to grieve You have to search for the dawn coming, cresting. You have to find stillness before you discover resting.

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DANASH MARX KRAFTSMAN III The Knight, She calls me – The Nightingale, She calls Us. The Raven - It causes me – To Cry out – Evermore! Oh My Lost Love – Are you lost to me - Evermore Taken - No Whisked away - to settle a score Beneath the only honest moon Harvest Red, a child gone too soon Rachel cries out in the streets Echoing reminders of little feet Running on my kitchen floor This – My heart – MY lost Lenore My pain Evermore Thus – My heart – Shattered Perhaps on some far plutonian shore Where the raven’s beak – kisses Me soft, Like a tapping or a rapping – upon my door. Or a window lattice The only sound- Evermore! You my father – Poetry A muse forever dark. Melody - My mother Lit an eternal Spark David with his Laments And Solomon with his Keys Everything I ever wanted Was to please – THEE. Therefore- ever-more Father, Son, and Breath of Life, Spirit - Holy - That soothes my mind run rife The Father, Jehovah, Yaweh, Alpha and Omega - Thank you - You tell me of my life and heart You keep me from falling completely apart Jesus Christ, My Lord and Savior Keeps me out of mortal danger He holds me close by His side whenever I feel the need to hide Evermore. Evermore Evermore I am healed. I can feel I will be elated I will not be jaded I will find a new ground to break I will hold the smile I was going to fake I will let the mask drop at will I have always been a Christian, and I love God still Evermore He loves me Evermore He'll hold me Evermore He lets me see Evermore Evermore Ever...More...

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Dec 27, 2025

Dec 27, 2025 at 4:41 AM UTC

AshleyBCampriani

HOMAGES' INHERITANCE

DANASH MARX KRAFTSMAN III The Knight, She calls me – The Nightingale, She calls Us. The Raven - It causes me – To Cry out – Evermore! Oh My Lost Love – Are you lost to me - Evermore Taken - No Whisked away - to settle a score Beneath the only honest moon Harvest Red, a child gone too soon Rachel cries out in the streets Echoing reminders of little feet Running on my kitchen floor This – My heart – MY lost Lenore My pain Evermore Thus – My heart – Shattered Perhaps on some far plutonian shore Where the raven’s beak – kisses Me soft, Like a tapping or a rapping – upon my door. Or a window lattice The only sound- Evermore! You my father – Poetry A muse forever dark. Melody - My mother Lit an eternal Spark David with his Laments And Solomon with his Keys Everything I ever wanted Was to please – THEE. Therefore- ever-more Father, Son, and Breath of Life, Spirit - Holy - That soothes my mind run rife The Father, Jehovah, Yaweh, Alpha and Omega - Thank you - You tell me of my life and heart You keep me from falling completely apart Jesus Christ, My Lord and Savior Keeps me out of mortal danger He holds me close by His side whenever I feel the need to hide Evermore. Evermore Evermore I am healed. I can feel I will be elated I will not be jaded I will find a new ground to break I will hold the smile I was going to fake I will let the mask drop at will I have always been a Christian, and I love God still Evermore He loves me Evermore He'll hold me Evermore He lets me see Evermore Evermore Ever...More...

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