#instagood - Hello Poetry

Tallow The candle and I bear witness to the long, lone, and restless night. With a match, we bring ourselves to light brilliant reminders of finer days past. forced forth out of love not meant to last, We complement each other in our fading vigilance, twisting, smoldering, struggling we fall, exhausted or, dripping We grow ever small. Used, they saw the one true answer, and so it was the only light. No will, no arms with which to fight, no rival to the endless stars, the all shared night a sky that taught the world to dance. Symbols of hope and knowledge not brought into this world by chance. To flicker and hiss or claim our right. Wax sealed the deed and blinded our sight. Born to burn and ever so fast. Brilliant reminders of those finer days past, wrought for a purpose, understanding, it was never to last. Illuminations are made, in shadow we cast. Those that sputter and waver, gutter and wane, flee before storms, slip from the reins. Yet from us, the lights still glow, revealing the truths the Greats longed to know. Some writhe . Others twinkle I smoke and then fall until there is nothing left of us at all. Here but once, and once alone Is it just once, and all from a spark? Our essence is , YEARNING not Dawn, nor the Dark.

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Feb 6, 2025

Feb 6, 2025 at 12:48 PM UTC

OldeMrHoover

Tallow

Tallow The candle and I bear witness to the long, lone, and restless night. With a match, we bring ourselves to light brilliant reminders of finer days past. forced forth out of love not meant to last, We complement each other in our fading vigilance, twisting, smoldering, struggling we fall, exhausted or, dripping We grow ever small. Used, they saw the one true answer, and so it was the only light. No will, no arms with which to fight, no rival to the endless stars, the all shared night a sky that taught the world to dance. Symbols of hope and knowledge not brought into this world by chance. To flicker and hiss or claim our right. Wax sealed the deed and blinded our sight. Born to burn and ever so fast. Brilliant reminders of those finer days past, wrought for a purpose, understanding, it was never to last. Illuminations are made, in shadow we cast. Those that sputter and waver, gutter and wane, flee before storms, slip from the reins. Yet from us, the lights still glow, revealing the truths the Greats longed to know. Some writhe . Others twinkle I smoke and then fall until there is nothing left of us at all. Here but once, and once alone Is it just once, and all from a spark? Our essence is , YEARNING not Dawn, nor the Dark.

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Bleeding to death by a thousand cuts makes my heart nuts with the run not coming and the next turn running I’ll be stunning when my body lays quiet I’ll not be sad I’ll be with dad knowing life was the mission for which I came I left in the hands of better men who came and went telling stories that got bent over time and history there’s not rhyme or mystery they knew things we don’t and they got wiped out. Be the person you know you are and life up your heart knowing no start to the way life crushed Art make space in your life if you feel like it’s too hard change by testing your network they’ll either get to work or they won’t. The answer will be the truth and the permission to move on. Let them go they drowning and you can swim wish them well and say oh well. I tried and you lied. To me. I loved you and you turned away from me. The path was made for me but yours was a way to change the humanity moved further in away from me closer to a stranger who’s estranged to the danger in the manger. The kids gone, 2 years ago you forgot you had one…

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Jun 26, 2024

Jun 26, 2024 at 9:00 PM UTC

vi-2

Written by my dear friend Contrast

Bleeding to death by a thousand cuts makes my heart nuts with the run not coming and the next turn running I’ll be stunning when my body lays quiet I’ll not be sad I’ll be with dad knowing life was the mission for which I came I left in the hands of better men who came and went telling stories that got bent over time and history there’s not rhyme or mystery they knew things we don’t and they got wiped out. Be the person you know you are and life up your heart knowing no start to the way life crushed Art make space in your life if you feel like it’s too hard change by testing your network they’ll either get to work or they won’t. The answer will be the truth and the permission to move on. Let them go they drowning and you can swim wish them well and say oh well. I tried and you lied. To me. I loved you and you turned away from me. The path was made for me but yours was a way to change the humanity moved further in away from me closer to a stranger who’s estranged to the danger in the manger. The kids gone, 2 years ago you forgot you had one…

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Imagine.. A cold windy day. Your palms are shivering Under the gloves you wear. With you are your loved ones Laughing with play.. You sit down on those chairs Chatting away... Or may be waiting for some one Who has lost their way. . You look around and smile You have had a wonderful day May be you drink cofee To keep the chill astray. You click a photo To remember someday... . To remember someday. 😁

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Apr 13, 2022

Apr 13, 2022 at 3:34 PM UTC

ummi

At the roadside cafe which is open all day!

Imagine.. A cold windy day. Your palms are shivering Under the gloves you wear. With you are your loved ones Laughing with play.. You sit down on those chairs Chatting away... Or may be waiting for some one Who has lost their way. . You look around and smile You have had a wonderful day May be you drink cofee To keep the chill astray. You click a photo To remember someday... . To remember someday. 😁

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When the party is over, and everyone has left, a sudden emptiness in me appears, As if these people were, a part of my heart within the chest Because with them happiness too, disappears, It gets lonely and sad, After a while they have left, I want to be smiling but I can't hold the tears, People who you meet once, twice, But get along with very well, As if you have known them for many years, I wish our moments with them never end.

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Sep 11, 2019

Sep 11, 2019 at 5:44 PM UTC

Aroody

When the party is over

When the party is over, and everyone has left, a sudden emptiness in me appears, As if these people were, a part of my heart within the chest Because with them happiness too, disappears, It gets lonely and sad, After a while they have left, I want to be smiling but I can't hold the tears, People who you meet once, twice, But get along with very well, As if you have known them for many years, I wish our moments with them never end.

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She'll always be mine, in my mind, she was just too kind, she didn't see I was blind, she didn't hear me in rewind, gripping the gears we grind. Slipping through the best time of my life. My heart's shredded like weak lettuce, no function ****** relapsing sex-addict. Choice is asymptomatic my anticlimactic, sexless ****** maggot. She found out, I was ground out, last boxing bout. Hot flame snuffed out, no more volcano spout, just get the **** our , you're off this route. This is my dream now, gotta get back somehow. I gotta get a rolls Royce, then she'll feel my voice. No need to waste no more words, she only wants a new purse, she gonna jet or else. Sorry story has yet to unfold, I'm bearing my soul so don't betray my song. Ice any intuition, your heart will always win. This body is prepossessed, we are slaves to libido's blessing.

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Jan 11, 2016

Jan 11, 2016 at 2:19 PM UTC

poetryforpotheads

Slave to Libido's Blessing

She'll always be mine, in my mind, she was just too kind, she didn't see I was blind, she didn't hear me in rewind, gripping the gears we grind. Slipping through the best time of my life. My heart's shredded like weak lettuce, no function ****** relapsing sex-addict. Choice is asymptomatic my anticlimactic, sexless ****** maggot. She found out, I was ground out, last boxing bout. Hot flame snuffed out, no more volcano spout, just get the **** our , you're off this route. This is my dream now, gotta get back somehow. I gotta get a rolls Royce, then she'll feel my voice. No need to waste no more words, she only wants a new purse, she gonna jet or else. Sorry story has yet to unfold, I'm bearing my soul so don't betray my song. Ice any intuition, your heart will always win. This body is prepossessed, we are slaves to libido's blessing.

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