#judgments - Hello Poetry

Behold the King upon His throne Who utters judgments set in stone He gives the wicked what they earn: The death for which their own hearts yearn Though oft for filthy, guilty men Whose sins no scribe could tell by pen This King, in love, steps off His throne And trades their rags for His own robe .

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Jun 22, 2020

Jun 22, 2020 at 12:34 PM UTC

DylanMcFadden

Unveiled, Part 4: The Royal Re-Clother

Behold the King upon His throne Who utters judgments set in stone He gives the wicked what they earn: The death for which their own hearts yearn Though oft for filthy, guilty men Whose sins no scribe could tell by pen This King, in love, steps off His throne And trades their rags for His own robe .

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I accept Your judgement of me As true In your view And Let it wash over As a spring drizzle For you, me And all creation Thoughts, views, emotions Are just that A drizzle Star dust Fleeting fragrance Light feather Seeking and living Unbeknownst To even ourselves In the sweet embrace Of love

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Apr 16, 2020

Apr 16, 2020 at 9:57 PM UTC

krishnapriya

I accept

I accept Your judgement of me As true In your view And Let it wash over As a spring drizzle For you, me And all creation Thoughts, views, emotions Are just that A drizzle Star dust Fleeting fragrance Light feather Seeking and living Unbeknownst To even ourselves In the sweet embrace Of love

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I’m waiting for the moment When I finally feel free Free from the judgments Free from my past Free from my self-imposed limitations Deep in my heart I know That moment is now

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Jan 12, 2020

Jan 12, 2020 at 11:30 PM UTC

leo-h-1

Freedom

I’m waiting for the moment When I finally feel free Free from the judgments Free from my past Free from my self-imposed limitations Deep in my heart I know That moment is now

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Something has changed in me this week Small and cynical but not so meek A voice I once knew and thought was engrained Turned out was a student that’s now fully trained She no longer whispers her judgments and lies While she sits at her desk now she actually tries To get to know who I am instead of rejecting And brushing me off with her constant correcting Now I get to embrace the feeling of free From hearing a voice that is finally me

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Aug 3, 2019

Aug 3, 2019 at 9:16 PM UTC

Livspeaks

Shut Up

Something has changed in me this week Small and cynical but not so meek A voice I once knew and thought was engrained Turned out was a student that’s now fully trained She no longer whispers her judgments and lies While she sits at her desk now she actually tries To get to know who I am instead of rejecting And brushing me off with her constant correcting Now I get to embrace the feeling of free From hearing a voice that is finally me

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❝ ❞ My color isn't light as pink It is as black as ink. Like a place so dark Where the dog always barks Barks as their judgments That made me turn into fragments. Judgments can make a person fragile.

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Jan 19, 2019

Jan 19, 2019 at 11:31 PM UTC

thevictorsnicholas

Fragile

❝ ❞ My color isn't light as pink It is as black as ink. Like a place so dark Where the dog always barks Barks as their judgments That made me turn into fragments. Judgments can make a person fragile.

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Penny vase made from the brown voided canyon rusting. Friends that were made of waste, they said time was simply turning, the boat spoke back and said the depth of ones nature could walk on water But a deep voice Was all that sprayed in pungent aerosol and displeasure. Do we need to be on the same boat? To drift into the beguiling surf? Altogether Better if we were dispersed Dropped by the caving soft curve Sliding through the unseen wash, watching your muddy glare. Track the force in blueberry motion pulling and pushing us, a sollen hand and flying sleeve The touch of flaunting fingertips and strings, The fluttering wick Swing and swished. The chest of wonders beaming Transmitting a map and lines like hay and wires They were all exposed in the lines of her eyes Maps You frightened me that sleepy day The dusted arsenal stick Casted me on a rod made of hibiscus dew and syrup A venomous hook that entangled my earrings The push and her wave of desire, Maps To her treasure, Reeled it now all over her wet webbed feet. Caged, Maps and pressure of the rocks falling against the time ticking Hours away from the swaying shore.

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Oct 18, 2018

Oct 18, 2018 at 8:56 AM UTC

DarjeelingT

Muddy

Penny vase made from the brown voided canyon rusting. Friends that were made of waste, they said time was simply turning, the boat spoke back and said the depth of ones nature could walk on water But a deep voice Was all that sprayed in pungent aerosol and displeasure. Do we need to be on the same boat? To drift into the beguiling surf? Altogether Better if we were dispersed Dropped by the caving soft curve Sliding through the unseen wash, watching your muddy glare. Track the force in blueberry motion pulling and pushing us, a sollen hand and flying sleeve The touch of flaunting fingertips and strings, The fluttering wick Swing and swished. The chest of wonders beaming Transmitting a map and lines like hay and wires They were all exposed in the lines of her eyes Maps You frightened me that sleepy day The dusted arsenal stick Casted me on a rod made of hibiscus dew and syrup A venomous hook that entangled my earrings The push and her wave of desire, Maps To her treasure, Reeled it now all over her wet webbed feet. Caged, Maps and pressure of the rocks falling against the time ticking Hours away from the swaying shore.

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Beat that drum Beat it so loud That drum of vengeance Made out of the skin of man Who will dance to her beats The dance of nemesis Who shall dance next To the talking drum of kamar ?

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Apr 27, 2018

Apr 27, 2018 at 8:51 PM UTC

KUVAR

Comma

Beat that drum Beat it so loud That drum of vengeance Made out of the skin of man Who will dance to her beats The dance of nemesis Who shall dance next To the talking drum of kamar ?

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The color of my skin isn't important, It has no bearing on the flaws of my character. The glasses I wear aid my blurred vision, It isn't related to any intellect I may or may not have. My hair is wild and my beard is unkempt, This does not mean I sell marijuana. Be careful when forming conclusions Based on snap judgments. (c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith Originally written 11/14/13, Revised in 2014

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Oct 3, 2014

Oct 3, 2014 at 1:05 PM UTC

brandon-antonio-smith

Snap Judgments

The color of my skin isn't important, It has no bearing on the flaws of my character. The glasses I wear aid my blurred vision, It isn't related to any intellect I may or may not have. My hair is wild and my beard is unkempt, This does not mean I sell marijuana. Be careful when forming conclusions Based on snap judgments. (c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith Originally written 11/14/13, Revised in 2014

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[A conversation between Light and Darkness] Light said, "We're adversaries, maybe. But I've come to see the possibility That you are my shadow after all." Darkness dawned, and said, "And I thought you could see everything, For you were light yourself. Am I merely a fear, of your and mankind's? [They think you could have no fears, either.] I am, Nature's nocturnal rhyme. I exist, for you cannot make up for me. An ever unraveling mystery, I am humble, for I become What the world makes of me. You make the world see, Little do they know, They see the world Through the colours You colour them in. I make them face fears, Away from illusion-ed complacency, With my silent presence giving them company. From mere empirical sight, I have given rise to vision/ imagination in them." Darkness continued - "Oh, I am not here to seek pity. I'm sure they wonder, Why some-one like me, Has existed as tenaciously as you. I am not to be sought, I am not light years away, I am the recourse within. Truly, I had underestimated myself for long." Light flickered a little, To glow anew in realization, then said- "I am the spotlight, You're the impactful dot. I comprise the glorious endings," Darkness beamed and said, "I am the prompt to the start. Dawn and dusk are but a Celebration of our synchronicity." Light chipped in to continue, "I begin to see things in a new light, For I have acknowledged you, And that is our victory."

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May 20, 2014

May 20, 2014 at 11:30 PM UTC

shruti-chakraborty

Eclipsed

[A conversation between Light and Darkness] Light said, "We're adversaries, maybe. But I've come to see the possibility That you are my shadow after all." Darkness dawned, and said, "And I thought you could see everything, For you were light yourself. Am I merely a fear, of your and mankind's? [They think you could have no fears, either.] I am, Nature's nocturnal rhyme. I exist, for you cannot make up for me. An ever unraveling mystery, I am humble, for I become What the world makes of me. You make the world see, Little do they know, They see the world Through the colours You colour them in. I make them face fears, Away from illusion-ed complacency, With my silent presence giving them company. From mere empirical sight, I have given rise to vision/ imagination in them." Darkness continued - "Oh, I am not here to seek pity. I'm sure they wonder, Why some-one like me, Has existed as tenaciously as you. I am not to be sought, I am not light years away, I am the recourse within. Truly, I had underestimated myself for long." Light flickered a little, To glow anew in realization, then said- "I am the spotlight, You're the impactful dot. I comprise the glorious endings," Darkness beamed and said, "I am the prompt to the start. Dawn and dusk are but a Celebration of our synchronicity." Light chipped in to continue, "I begin to see things in a new light, For I have acknowledged you, And that is our victory."

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