#hover - Hello Poetry

I have spoken more words of hate and exclaimed more disgust, than words fueled by respectful admiration and trust. You think that I will open up to you the more you hover, but my life is kept from you, completely undercover. I hope one day I can speak all of my exciting truths because you have been uninvited to share in my youth. I do not need you, but to follow what every child should say, Happy Mother's Day.

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May 12, 2019

May 12, 2019 at 12:55 AM UTC

mjad

Mother

I have spoken more words of hate and exclaimed more disgust, than words fueled by respectful admiration and trust. You think that I will open up to you the more you hover, but my life is kept from you, completely undercover. I hope one day I can speak all of my exciting truths because you have been uninvited to share in my youth. I do not need you, but to follow what every child should say, Happy Mother's Day.

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When he tells you you're beautiful He's a scoundrel, he's lying But I'm entranced, deep sighing I hate to be implying But I will not be lying There's zero point to any of that Karma has the eyes of a Cat Watching over me If I minded something hovering over me That's a major red flag For the white flag camp.

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May 25, 2018

May 25, 2018 at 4:21 AM UTC

peter-r-hamilton

Hover

When he tells you you're beautiful He's a scoundrel, he's lying But I'm entranced, deep sighing I hate to be implying But I will not be lying There's zero point to any of that Karma has the eyes of a Cat Watching over me If I minded something hovering over me That's a major red flag For the white flag camp.

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You hover in the space between heaven and hell praying that if there’s a god he lets you in. And your vain attempt at kissing darkness only gets you through this life with one foot in reality and the other foot in your grave. Darkness doesn’t promise anything except blurred edges and escaped time and there comes a point when pity doesn’t look pretty, even on you. So hold yourself to esteem higher than the lords, and pray that your ego will be the death of you.

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May 24, 2015

May 24, 2015 at 7:23 PM UTC

graveyardtremors

Pity Doesn't Look Pretty

You hover in the space between heaven and hell praying that if there’s a god he lets you in. And your vain attempt at kissing darkness only gets you through this life with one foot in reality and the other foot in your grave. Darkness doesn’t promise anything except blurred edges and escaped time and there comes a point when pity doesn’t look pretty, even on you. So hold yourself to esteem higher than the lords, and pray that your ego will be the death of you.

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And the demons gathered, robed in darkness; making enchantments- casting spells And the night screamed loud- tears flowing pass telling all what the shadows says for out of the night, came a strange howl- eerie and uncanny But the Demons hovered nearer as the stars shined on them meandering with deep glitters; they cast a spell- forcing all men to sleep in the dead of the night and they sent nightmares of terrors, to all mankind- inducing sleep paralysis And the moon lit the dark skies, with the shadows hunting men still the Demons gathered, making a wish; an evil wish setting forth a journey- as they hover-fly flying through those oikon trees, hovering in one accord above with their black robes floating But they missed their pathways; Embarking on a mixed enroute Then the Angels flew in, obstructing their responsive stimuli the Demons attacked;the Angels subserve In the midst of the turmoil, The Demons pathways they fly away; with all they had The Angels took charge; breaking seals And the Demons fell down flat all with broken wings The moon light comes sharper, illuminating all sense of evil out of the night Angels; with their signets breaking spells And the heat was felt; as the Demons strengths gave way Angels took charge.

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Apr 8, 2015

Apr 8, 2015 at 11:07 AM UTC

Poetrytimes

"And the Demons path ways; As the Angels took charge"

And the demons gathered, robed in darkness; making enchantments- casting spells And the night screamed loud- tears flowing pass telling all what the shadows says for out of the night, came a strange howl- eerie and uncanny But the Demons hovered nearer as the stars shined on them meandering with deep glitters; they cast a spell- forcing all men to sleep in the dead of the night and they sent nightmares of terrors, to all mankind- inducing sleep paralysis And the moon lit the dark skies, with the shadows hunting men still the Demons gathered, making a wish; an evil wish setting forth a journey- as they hover-fly flying through those oikon trees, hovering in one accord above with their black robes floating But they missed their pathways; Embarking on a mixed enroute Then the Angels flew in, obstructing their responsive stimuli the Demons attacked;the Angels subserve In the midst of the turmoil, The Demons pathways they fly away; with all they had The Angels took charge; breaking seals And the Demons fell down flat all with broken wings The moon light comes sharper, illuminating all sense of evil out of the night Angels; with their signets breaking spells And the heat was felt; as the Demons strengths gave way Angels took charge.

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To fly or not to fly, that is my burden For who can run my mile or test my trail Here draws my grief, true cries so clearly sudden Will I lift myself on crows wings? Vile. Nay, my soles must prove their purpose their self Sand slithers through glass domes leaving traces My dusty bootstraps be taken off shelf A timely sojourn to the waves that call Love awaits me in caved lemon groves Salty waters I must wander to fall Into your arms to live once again in that trove Feet must carry me for new wings to soar Trust makes them mine, your tired eyes glisten Dragon’s scales and tales of forgotten lore Float above your strong shoulders, I listen For the sound of smoke rings breaking away From your lips as you loft those wings so high Fear eludes me, as wind frightens the day I bask in their shadow, as they do try To bear the weight of my draining presence Reaching up to feel your reptiled jaw Nose fills with namesake blood incense A monster they cry: breaking natural law Four taloned feet make mine seem so small My lovely creature, I see your true beauty Gems call to me, so into your nest I crawl Feeling safe, your cave a new home for me The wings I own are so fragile and weak Lift me farther from the seventh circle Take me with you to the highest of peaks Strap me onto your back with gold buckles I beg you to fly me away and save Me from this horribly lucid dank fate Steal my body from this forgotten grave Wait til night time seeps through the sky, though late, On your wings pull me to the stars above Take me with you on the grandest of flights Let me show you tales of true life and love Take me with you to a place of great heights

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Jan 27, 2015

Jan 27, 2015 at 2:43 PM UTC

shroombloomer

Soliloquy

To fly or not to fly, that is my burden For who can run my mile or test my trail Here draws my grief, true cries so clearly sudden Will I lift myself on crows wings? Vile. Nay, my soles must prove their purpose their self Sand slithers through glass domes leaving traces My dusty bootstraps be taken off shelf A timely sojourn to the waves that call Love awaits me in caved lemon groves Salty waters I must wander to fall Into your arms to live once again in that trove Feet must carry me for new wings to soar Trust makes them mine, your tired eyes glisten Dragon’s scales and tales of forgotten lore Float above your strong shoulders, I listen For the sound of smoke rings breaking away From your lips as you loft those wings so high Fear eludes me, as wind frightens the day I bask in their shadow, as they do try To bear the weight of my draining presence Reaching up to feel your reptiled jaw Nose fills with namesake blood incense A monster they cry: breaking natural law Four taloned feet make mine seem so small My lovely creature, I see your true beauty Gems call to me, so into your nest I crawl Feeling safe, your cave a new home for me The wings I own are so fragile and weak Lift me farther from the seventh circle Take me with you to the highest of peaks Strap me onto your back with gold buckles I beg you to fly me away and save Me from this horribly lucid dank fate Steal my body from this forgotten grave Wait til night time seeps through the sky, though late, On your wings pull me to the stars above Take me with you on the grandest of flights Let me show you tales of true life and love Take me with you to a place of great heights

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i am hovering between me and my body i cannot think i cannot dream unreal is what i seem reality is not existent its just a concept the insistant resistance of playful dreaming i have just barely made it slightly touching the ground drowning in the cushioned air i must be suffering from sleep deprivation or one too many shots of ***** air has no gravity increasing the longevity of time time has stopped it is infinite hovering slightly above the current. the present. i fall just as a star falls euphoria washes away from my eyes reality surrounds me as my breathing comes to a stand still (b.d.s.)

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May 26, 2014

May 26, 2014 at 3:26 AM UTC

distortedimages

hover.

i am hovering between me and my body i cannot think i cannot dream unreal is what i seem reality is not existent its just a concept the insistant resistance of playful dreaming i have just barely made it slightly touching the ground drowning in the cushioned air i must be suffering from sleep deprivation or one too many shots of ***** air has no gravity increasing the longevity of time time has stopped it is infinite hovering slightly above the current. the present. i fall just as a star falls euphoria washes away from my eyes reality surrounds me as my breathing comes to a stand still (b.d.s.)

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