#hallowed - Hello Poetry

Imprisoned in ice Winter's eternal snowfall In hallowed esteem

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Jul 6, 2021

Jul 6, 2021 at 12:29 AM UTC

AnCorsairGaidhlig

Snowfall

Imprisoned in ice Winter's eternal snowfall In hallowed esteem

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I Pluperfection of the past A passive exists yet not to be King to corruption to the loved Dogma in the barbarian’s anarchy II New pages to fill Old ways to rebuild A birth irreplaceable by mockery The earth salted yet again III Superimposition ex hollow, hallowed knowledge. Power in our holy heresiarchy Fire in the humble hearts of our pious clergy Closure in our medial devotions IV Nocturnality, of the space between passivity. Thoughts of past and future orders. Magnificent putrefaction of our holy books Together beyond the demon-blinded sun

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Oct 20, 2018

Oct 20, 2018 at 6:57 PM UTC

non-saltare-conclusionibus

Gratification

I Pluperfection of the past A passive exists yet not to be King to corruption to the loved Dogma in the barbarian’s anarchy II New pages to fill Old ways to rebuild A birth irreplaceable by mockery The earth salted yet again III Superimposition ex hollow, hallowed knowledge. Power in our holy heresiarchy Fire in the humble hearts of our pious clergy Closure in our medial devotions IV Nocturnality, of the space between passivity. Thoughts of past and future orders. Magnificent putrefaction of our holy books Together beyond the demon-blinded sun

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Every day is new the age-old sun mints in sniffing a blossoming fragrance off nothing just off the soil, a pure earth! Deep inside of this hallowed turf is a a perfumed earth: A rose in the heart!

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Oct 15, 2017

Oct 15, 2017 at 10:24 PM UTC

shofi-ahmed

A Rose in the Heart

Every day is new the age-old sun mints in sniffing a blossoming fragrance off nothing just off the soil, a pure earth! Deep inside of this hallowed turf is a a perfumed earth: A rose in the heart!

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This hallowed ground we stand on was built on lies, and I can’t pretend I don’t see it shaking. There was more to me, and more to you. This was a gift, a blessing to be treasured; now all we’re digging for is rust. I thought there was more to you, but you’re just a plane jane, wrapped in gold. Should’ve know these lumps held lies, but I pretended these holes weren’t made by bullets, you unleashed. My sacred love, is now resting in its grave as you carve out one more hole, for me.

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May 31, 2018

May 31, 2018 at 3:10 PM UTC

Roses_and_Coffee

My Hallowed Cemetery

This hallowed ground we stand on was built on lies, and I can’t pretend I don’t see it shaking. There was more to me, and more to you. This was a gift, a blessing to be treasured; now all we’re digging for is rust. I thought there was more to you, but you’re just a plane jane, wrapped in gold. Should’ve know these lumps held lies, but I pretended these holes weren’t made by bullets, you unleashed. My sacred love, is now resting in its grave as you carve out one more hole, for me.

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Hallowed carcasses empty Shallow graves vacant ...

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Oct 21, 2017

Oct 21, 2017 at 3:25 PM UTC

poetic-t

When Death Is Empty Of Places 6w story

Hallowed carcasses empty Shallow graves vacant ...

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Back on the loop past my old flame's house again I sleep in and I show up late because I can't get you off my mind Between failing friendships and endless gap years I feel like there isn't much of my heart left But I'm still here And I cry but I don't talk about it anymore. The people I love are a text message and 45 short miles away But I'm too scared to cross the distance Emotional or physical I'm too god **** scared to even ask for prayer Singing out hymns to an estranged father imortalized in memories from last year and in the gruesome images depicted in stained glass windows, Hallowed be this place in me. Hallowed be the space in between my ribs. and my brother is a gospel singer to a basement full of people who are just as scared as I am And He rides the crowd like Jesus walked on water He lifts his hands caught in the same spirit that torments the angels and demons alike And maybe god hears him screaming through the walls like I do Maybe god cries too But if he does he does a good job hiding it And my parents are on the continent that I turned my back on a year ago. I traded family dinners for a decomposing raft and tried my luck at the sea Only crossing the water to drink wine and share the communion of post apocalyptic dreaming or political warfare we are so horrified and mesmerized by The fellowship of the modern day saints, Hallowed be this place in me. Hallowed be the hole in my head. Icehead baby don't you come to close to me I'm friged baby I'm too far gone to see And I've been dreaming about summer while I've been reading up on life in Antarctica Cold tundras and odd communities I could work in maintanince for the price of living Meanwhile I'm surviving my own tundra the endless night never gives way to sun for seasons on end And my friends grow wings and fly into the sun a thousand variations of Icarus they're going to be dead and gone on while I'm still landlocked in concept Or in orbit far in space Wherever I am, I am distant Living on the memories from years past So I'm driving the endless loop past an old flame's house again Connecting the dots between my ideas of dependency space and time And I'm fine In love with the seclusion of the towering trees The security of a prolonged gap year The warmth of the ice in my head And as the roots of the divine cover my mouth and bloom in my lungs I sigh and give into my year of hibernation. Hallowed be this place in me Hallowed be the expanse of this space.

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Feb 1, 2016

Feb 1, 2016 at 4:32 PM UTC

caroline-williams

I don't know who I am or where I'm going so I take the long way home and smile at my friends over dinner

Back on the loop past my old flame's house again I sleep in and I show up late because I can't get you off my mind Between failing friendships and endless gap years I feel like there isn't much of my heart left But I'm still here And I cry but I don't talk about it anymore. The people I love are a text message and 45 short miles away But I'm too scared to cross the distance Emotional or physical I'm too god **** scared to even ask for prayer Singing out hymns to an estranged father imortalized in memories from last year and in the gruesome images depicted in stained glass windows, Hallowed be this place in me. Hallowed be the space in between my ribs. and my brother is a gospel singer to a basement full of people who are just as scared as I am And He rides the crowd like Jesus walked on water He lifts his hands caught in the same spirit that torments the angels and demons alike And maybe god hears him screaming through the walls like I do Maybe god cries too But if he does he does a good job hiding it And my parents are on the continent that I turned my back on a year ago. I traded family dinners for a decomposing raft and tried my luck at the sea Only crossing the water to drink wine and share the communion of post apocalyptic dreaming or political warfare we are so horrified and mesmerized by The fellowship of the modern day saints, Hallowed be this place in me. Hallowed be the hole in my head. Icehead baby don't you come to close to me I'm friged baby I'm too far gone to see And I've been dreaming about summer while I've been reading up on life in Antarctica Cold tundras and odd communities I could work in maintanince for the price of living Meanwhile I'm surviving my own tundra the endless night never gives way to sun for seasons on end And my friends grow wings and fly into the sun a thousand variations of Icarus they're going to be dead and gone on while I'm still landlocked in concept Or in orbit far in space Wherever I am, I am distant Living on the memories from years past So I'm driving the endless loop past an old flame's house again Connecting the dots between my ideas of dependency space and time And I'm fine In love with the seclusion of the towering trees The security of a prolonged gap year The warmth of the ice in my head And as the roots of the divine cover my mouth and bloom in my lungs I sigh and give into my year of hibernation. Hallowed be this place in me Hallowed be the expanse of this space.

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I fall along with your plans I fall along with your ward I fall along with your walls I wonder was there ever connection to sever cross this collective expanse of years? Or was there no love with to begin your hallowed bond? Hallowed, hallowed Devil, my brother, will you permit room to breathe? Oh, I so wish you'd leave no room for Jesus.

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May 28, 2014

May 28, 2014 at 12:29 PM UTC

Tera-Shepherd

Summer Shudder: "Creak in the Floorboards/Master's House"

I fall along with your plans I fall along with your ward I fall along with your walls I wonder was there ever connection to sever cross this collective expanse of years? Or was there no love with to begin your hallowed bond? Hallowed, hallowed Devil, my brother, will you permit room to breathe? Oh, I so wish you'd leave no room for Jesus.

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