#hound - Hello Poetry

I wonder what goes through that soldier's mind What do you think, soldier? Fighting in a war that is not yours With bombs louder than your heart beats Tanks going straight to the enemy territory Indeed, to your city, your soil. City of lost souls Blood on the streets, did you enjoy it, soldier? Earth of no one, chaos in the air That feeling of denial coming right from your eyes Exactly what I needed to know. They tell you it's fair And that you should fear the inverse Your enemies would beat everything But aren't you your own enemy In this endless war I see the grief and sorrow in your gaze Your captain only has vapor and determination_ To **** more, to decimate hordes Hordes of rebels or not, as your family. Captain, oh captain He would do whatever it takes Old and glory hound He brought the misery to his own people To have power in his hands before dead Seeker of the disgrace he had in his eyes. This war was fought in two teams The ones who wanted to fight and who really had brain The captain had both, as well as power and lack of mercy Never saw such an evil man in earth I wonder if his skin burns Like evil incarnate. Oh my kind soldier I know you can't give up of the fight But could you come back safe and uninjured Come back home, to me and your family?

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Sep 8, 2019

Sep 8, 2019 at 9:30 PM UTC

mistontheriver

Soldier

I wonder what goes through that soldier's mind What do you think, soldier? Fighting in a war that is not yours With bombs louder than your heart beats Tanks going straight to the enemy territory Indeed, to your city, your soil. City of lost souls Blood on the streets, did you enjoy it, soldier? Earth of no one, chaos in the air That feeling of denial coming right from your eyes Exactly what I needed to know. They tell you it's fair And that you should fear the inverse Your enemies would beat everything But aren't you your own enemy In this endless war I see the grief and sorrow in your gaze Your captain only has vapor and determination_ To **** more, to decimate hordes Hordes of rebels or not, as your family. Captain, oh captain He would do whatever it takes Old and glory hound He brought the misery to his own people To have power in his hands before dead Seeker of the disgrace he had in his eyes. This war was fought in two teams The ones who wanted to fight and who really had brain The captain had both, as well as power and lack of mercy Never saw such an evil man in earth I wonder if his skin burns Like evil incarnate. Oh my kind soldier I know you can't give up of the fight But could you come back safe and uninjured Come back home, to me and your family?

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Awakened by the kiss of dawn the softness of her morning light gently nudges the night away The dew drops twinkle on the lawn a bird sings sweetly his delight, his trilling, courteous and gay The garden flowers seem to spring amidst the green they gently sway floral fragrance floats on the breeze The bayou softly murmuring wavering shadows still at play, lost in the depths of cypress trees A squirrel scampers to the ground and across the yard he rushes buries acorns without a sound In the distance a baying hound eager to hunt in the bushes until fox or raccoon is found A horse gallops over a hill enjoying freedom and the sun, he stops, grazing in grassy fields I follow nature and be still watching as the day has begun and early morning beauty yields ALesiach © 07/29/2019

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Jul 29, 2019

Jul 29, 2019 at 7:49 PM UTC

ALesiach

A Morning Awakens

Awakened by the kiss of dawn the softness of her morning light gently nudges the night away The dew drops twinkle on the lawn a bird sings sweetly his delight, his trilling, courteous and gay The garden flowers seem to spring amidst the green they gently sway floral fragrance floats on the breeze The bayou softly murmuring wavering shadows still at play, lost in the depths of cypress trees A squirrel scampers to the ground and across the yard he rushes buries acorns without a sound In the distance a baying hound eager to hunt in the bushes until fox or raccoon is found A horse gallops over a hill enjoying freedom and the sun, he stops, grazing in grassy fields I follow nature and be still watching as the day has begun and early morning beauty yields ALesiach © 07/29/2019

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Here come the hound dogs Sniffing out their prey Don’t you have something better to do My emotions is not for play! I don’t got time for this **** not today! I shoot bullets from my mouth And watch the blood splatter on your face I’m not for games today I will warn you with grace But keep antagonizing me And I’ll bring war into your space You bettah start praying for gods grace Because I shoot bullets from my mouth Into your heart And watch the blood splatter on your face

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Apr 4, 2019

Apr 4, 2019 at 12:21 AM UTC

christina-smithtt

Hound Dogs

Here come the hound dogs Sniffing out their prey Don’t you have something better to do My emotions is not for play! I don’t got time for this **** not today! I shoot bullets from my mouth And watch the blood splatter on your face I’m not for games today I will warn you with grace But keep antagonizing me And I’ll bring war into your space You bettah start praying for gods grace Because I shoot bullets from my mouth Into your heart And watch the blood splatter on your face

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Snarls and growls Not to far behind Hunting for sins and easy prey The lingering odor from something that smells so putrid and fowl It has been wired to **** and hunt to tear flesh, for that is how it is designed Designed not to be loyal but betray Skin as dark and the depths of hell As slick and think as suffocating oil No one can ever tell For they boil It’s such an unknown material Similar to that of a gargoyle Deep red eyes That much similar to an open wound gushing gory blood Created and build from those in a past life that told lies Takes revenge and makes your slow feet trek through thick murky mud Claws as sharp as razors Reach for your soul for the taking They are dominant beasts and brutal slayers Creating a sickening making Hunting and slaying into the dark everlasting night No one is safe from the hounds to haul Itching and ready to take a sdevils front door Inspiring an uncertain fright Praying to the devils maker to be safe from the maul Wanting to be how life was before They had to say goodbye

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Sep 12, 2018

Sep 12, 2018 at 6:07 PM UTC

Diamondeyeslore

The Hounds

Snarls and growls Not to far behind Hunting for sins and easy prey The lingering odor from something that smells so putrid and fowl It has been wired to **** and hunt to tear flesh, for that is how it is designed Designed not to be loyal but betray Skin as dark and the depths of hell As slick and think as suffocating oil No one can ever tell For they boil It’s such an unknown material Similar to that of a gargoyle Deep red eyes That much similar to an open wound gushing gory blood Created and build from those in a past life that told lies Takes revenge and makes your slow feet trek through thick murky mud Claws as sharp as razors Reach for your soul for the taking They are dominant beasts and brutal slayers Creating a sickening making Hunting and slaying into the dark everlasting night No one is safe from the hounds to haul Itching and ready to take a sdevils front door Inspiring an uncertain fright Praying to the devils maker to be safe from the maul Wanting to be how life was before They had to say goodbye

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As the moon shines And the stars decorate the sky, A lonely owl hymns While the bats fly. Lightning bugs scatter around Like will-o'-the-wisps at night, Without any sound Oh, what a delight! The neighbour's hound is on guard She will not allow anyone to pass, No one is allowed in her yard At this hour, only a fool will walk on her grass. Her howl pierces the air Bringing an end to the silence, She announces she won't share She will not tolerate any form of violence. Across the street, few floors above Two players are taking their turns, In the famous game of push and shove While a tiny candle burns. Tanay Sengupta, Copyright © 2018. All Rights Reserved

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Sep 8, 2018

Sep 8, 2018 at 4:06 PM UTC

Sengupta_Tanay

Late night ramblings

As the moon shines And the stars decorate the sky, A lonely owl hymns While the bats fly. Lightning bugs scatter around Like will-o'-the-wisps at night, Without any sound Oh, what a delight! The neighbour's hound is on guard She will not allow anyone to pass, No one is allowed in her yard At this hour, only a fool will walk on her grass. Her howl pierces the air Bringing an end to the silence, She announces she won't share She will not tolerate any form of violence. Across the street, few floors above Two players are taking their turns, In the famous game of push and shove While a tiny candle burns. Tanay Sengupta, Copyright © 2018. All Rights Reserved

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the neighbour's fox terrier has taken to chasing me a couple of days ago I was walking to the car-shed and when he sighted me pursuit was firmly in his head my walking gait changed to a very fast run so he'd not bite me on the leg before I go outside I take a three sixty look around and see if the coast is clear of the tracking hound

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Aug 12, 2018

Aug 12, 2018 at 7:24 PM UTC

ElizabethSquires

The Neighbour's Fox Terrier

the neighbour's fox terrier has taken to chasing me a couple of days ago I was walking to the car-shed and when he sighted me pursuit was firmly in his head my walking gait changed to a very fast run so he'd not bite me on the leg before I go outside I take a three sixty look around and see if the coast is clear of the tracking hound

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Divided by Circumstance Nature Appearance History Family Expectation Identities Yet they prevail Finally Together They are friends They are bound They are unstoppable! They are and will always be Together Forever Forever Forever No Wrong No that’s not what happens The hope that their friendship will strengthen they accept that they can never have each other in their lives as if this was the inevitable conclusion that no being could control I look down at my Is that my inevitable end That the ones I hold dear We too Eventually Crumble from what we are divided by Will my friendships be hollowed down to difference as theirs was?

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Dec 29, 2017

Dec 29, 2017 at 7:41 PM UTC

daniella-chamorro

The Fox and the Hound ending

Divided by Circumstance Nature Appearance History Family Expectation Identities Yet they prevail Finally Together They are friends They are bound They are unstoppable! They are and will always be Together Forever Forever Forever No Wrong No that’s not what happens The hope that their friendship will strengthen they accept that they can never have each other in their lives as if this was the inevitable conclusion that no being could control I look down at my Is that my inevitable end That the ones I hold dear We too Eventually Crumble from what we are divided by Will my friendships be hollowed down to difference as theirs was?

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The scent-hungry hound Unthinkably finds what's lost That's meant to be found

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Aug 1, 2017

Aug 1, 2017 at 9:31 AM UTC

spreadliteracy

Haiku #2

The scent-hungry hound Unthinkably finds what's lost That's meant to be found

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Below the mountains I shall live, where the intoxicated souls of hounds are within. As they forget their values, I remain staring at the lights. Not able to move.

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Jan 23, 2017

Jan 23, 2017 at 11:44 AM UTC

ask-eirik-thorsen

Below shall the Hounds live

Below the mountains I shall live, where the intoxicated souls of hounds are within. As they forget their values, I remain staring at the lights. Not able to move.

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Desire to run in the dark And do so as I please With ****** on the mind And an urge to appease Beneath a full moon Sharp set of tongue and teeth Four paws and sixteen claws Released from their natural sheath Howl my lustful song Arched back and raised head ****** dripping fangs and red eyes Maybe you should stay in bed...

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May 7, 2016

May 7, 2016 at 7:40 AM UTC

Visceral

Shadowhound

Desire to run in the dark And do so as I please With ****** on the mind And an urge to appease Beneath a full moon Sharp set of tongue and teeth Four paws and sixteen claws Released from their natural sheath Howl my lustful song Arched back and raised head ****** dripping fangs and red eyes Maybe you should stay in bed...

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Box of Bumble Bees Bodacious ! Borboleta fluttering away . . . Flip , Flip , Flip Hound dog ahowling at the sly fox ahowl . . . ahowl . . . Bark Bark they say ! Red fox winks and runs away ahool . . . pant , pant , pant ! ! ! Hold on you say . . . how ? I got the cold ! Hold on . . . now you say Save it for a sunny day . . . hold on You got to hold on for one more day Boxes now of Bumble Bees and Borboletas . . . Flip , Flip . Flip .

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Nov 4, 2014

Nov 4, 2014 at 7:50 PM UTC

South-by-Southwest

Box of Bumble Bees

Box of Bumble Bees Bodacious ! Borboleta fluttering away . . . Flip , Flip , Flip Hound dog ahowling at the sly fox ahowl . . . ahowl . . . Bark Bark they say ! Red fox winks and runs away ahool . . . pant , pant , pant ! ! ! Hold on you say . . . how ? I got the cold ! Hold on . . . now you say Save it for a sunny day . . . hold on You got to hold on for one more day Boxes now of Bumble Bees and Borboletas . . . Flip , Flip . Flip .

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You made a pact, on the dotted line Used a quill to cut your flesh As blood did seep, the quill did drink Signed your soul away, Years you have to keep, 3650 Days, 300 Months, 10 Years, To the day, I will collect my purchase Your soul, For the wish that squandered away Thinking you had forever, But days soon turned too dust, Months slowly become years, Your time is twenty four hours "Tick," "Tock," "Tick," "Tock," Then I roast your soul Flay your skin, Eternal damnation But those that run, think they can hide, No spell, Can hide the scent of the blood on parchment The hunt begins, Beasts of hell, hounds on a hunt, They ran from fire, to bring you in Essence smelt, Thinking your safe Your biggest mistake, Outside the door, howls heard, So deafening their felt within the soul Metal shreds like paper towels Then what wasn't seen becomes whole Screams not heard as Flesh shredded, life runs out Blood soaks the floor, As life fades, The master strokes its pet Feeding it your leg, Then the hell hound grabs Flesh, Body, Soul, Takes its prize home To that place called hell, Your new eternal torment as it chews upon your soul..

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Aug 11, 2014

Aug 11, 2014 at 11:35 AM UTC

poetic-t

Hell hound

You made a pact, on the dotted line Used a quill to cut your flesh As blood did seep, the quill did drink Signed your soul away, Years you have to keep, 3650 Days, 300 Months, 10 Years, To the day, I will collect my purchase Your soul, For the wish that squandered away Thinking you had forever, But days soon turned too dust, Months slowly become years, Your time is twenty four hours "Tick," "Tock," "Tick," "Tock," Then I roast your soul Flay your skin, Eternal damnation But those that run, think they can hide, No spell, Can hide the scent of the blood on parchment The hunt begins, Beasts of hell, hounds on a hunt, They ran from fire, to bring you in Essence smelt, Thinking your safe Your biggest mistake, Outside the door, howls heard, So deafening their felt within the soul Metal shreds like paper towels Then what wasn't seen becomes whole Screams not heard as Flesh shredded, life runs out Blood soaks the floor, As life fades, The master strokes its pet Feeding it your leg, Then the hell hound grabs Flesh, Body, Soul, Takes its prize home To that place called hell, Your new eternal torment as it chews upon your soul..

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I'd rather be the bad guy in situations of indignation when the mistreatment is misinterpreted or fleeting I'll greet salt in your chest that would cauterize but ostracize when your brine-blood boils to thaw my cold heart on contact til it expands and contracts again in blind hope of seeing something new but I won't wound you

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Jul 16, 2014

Jul 16, 2014 at 12:55 AM UTC

michael-mclean

Hound

I'd rather be the bad guy in situations of indignation when the mistreatment is misinterpreted or fleeting I'll greet salt in your chest that would cauterize but ostracize when your brine-blood boils to thaw my cold heart on contact til it expands and contracts again in blind hope of seeing something new but I won't wound you

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