#melancholie - Hello Poetry

Unterwegs seh ich bekümmerte Gesichter Viele schon älter, Gekleidet schlichter. Wartend auf den nächsten Bus, Augen verdrehen wegen Verdruss. Graue Stadt, grau scheint der Nebel Alles umhüllt, vom Nieseln umspült. Allein unter vielen, die Wärme vermisst, In Kälte gehüllt.

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Sep 10, 2024

Sep 10, 2024 at 8:25 PM UTC

silvervi

Unterwegs

Unterwegs seh ich bekümmerte Gesichter Viele schon älter, Gekleidet schlichter. Wartend auf den nächsten Bus, Augen verdrehen wegen Verdruss. Graue Stadt, grau scheint der Nebel Alles umhüllt, vom Nieseln umspült. Allein unter vielen, die Wärme vermisst, In Kälte gehüllt.

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vastgeworteld in de grond, als een half volgroeid struikje in de harde wintergrond, wachtend op de langste nacht de eerste vooruitblik naar de warme zomerzon wanneer de duisternis langzaam, voorzichtig wordt verdreven door smalend ochtendlicht

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Aug 15, 2019

Aug 15, 2019 at 6:51 PM UTC

EzraZebra

Ongetiteld

vastgeworteld in de grond, als een half volgroeid struikje in de harde wintergrond, wachtend op de langste nacht de eerste vooruitblik naar de warme zomerzon wanneer de duisternis langzaam, voorzichtig wordt verdreven door smalend ochtendlicht

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There was beauty in the morning with the light trickling through the windows. Despite the faded paint and amidst the splintered wood, the weary soul of an old forgotten home. Lonely on the lee side; in the mountains shadow. As my eyes touched its grains, There was a lonely splendor to it. Though it loved what it had been, It could find contentment in slowly returning to the earth

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Jan 23, 2017

Jan 23, 2017 at 9:05 PM UTC

Another-dead-hero

Vigilent

There was beauty in the morning with the light trickling through the windows. Despite the faded paint and amidst the splintered wood, the weary soul of an old forgotten home. Lonely on the lee side; in the mountains shadow. As my eyes touched its grains, There was a lonely splendor to it. Though it loved what it had been, It could find contentment in slowly returning to the earth

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*A leaf in shadow Blown gently down darkest path Dancing with the wind*

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Jul 20, 2015

Jul 20, 2015 at 7:16 PM UTC

Another-dead-hero

Blown shadows (haiku)

*A leaf in shadow Blown gently down darkest path Dancing with the wind*

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So I am about to be a free man again, to wander where I please. I find the prospect nauseating. I think that tonight is the night I will hang Howard W. Campbell, Jr., for crimes against himself. I know that tonight is the night. They say that a hanging man hears gorgeous music. Too bad that I, like my father, unlike my musical mother, am tone-deaf. All the same, I hope that the tune I am about to hear is not Bing Crosby's 'White Christmas.' Goodbye, cruel world! Auf wiedersehen?

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Jun 21, 2015

Jun 21, 2015 at 1:02 AM UTC

Another-dead-hero

Mother night by kurt vonnegut

So I am about to be a free man again, to wander where I please. I find the prospect nauseating. I think that tonight is the night I will hang Howard W. Campbell, Jr., for crimes against himself. I know that tonight is the night. They say that a hanging man hears gorgeous music. Too bad that I, like my father, unlike my musical mother, am tone-deaf. All the same, I hope that the tune I am about to hear is not Bing Crosby's 'White Christmas.' Goodbye, cruel world! Auf wiedersehen?

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I must go out, The fogs are rising. Do you hear the rain? Do you hear the rain? Its falling as i am. I must go out.

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Apr 11, 2015

Apr 11, 2015 at 6:02 PM UTC

Another-dead-hero

Do you hear the rain

I must go out, The fogs are rising. Do you hear the rain? Do you hear the rain? Its falling as i am. I must go out.

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