#mulberry - Hello Poetry

Lost under imposter stars light from which i do not know, i can't trust the night sky, i don't know where i am home. The past hangs around my neck, the noose of regret. Memories tighen the knot, betrayals stuck in my throat. I drag sins i didn't make for sinners that are dead. Mistakes shudder through me, my cross of blame. Left without a family, No one has my name.

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Dec 14, 2025

Dec 14, 2025 at 11:22 PM UTC

trejrha

Timber

Lost under imposter stars light from which i do not know, i can't trust the night sky, i don't know where i am home. The past hangs around my neck, the noose of regret. Memories tighen the knot, betrayals stuck in my throat. I drag sins i didn't make for sinners that are dead. Mistakes shudder through me, my cross of blame. Left without a family, No one has my name.

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What of the stories,what of you,what of the words or what of my dew Lies and lies Strangled the fliers Witnessed it, he has admirers Sweetness and tartness ignored Mulberry swallowed but in the heart it sored What would the 'dead lips' pen When it had not the truth,son Curses though slip off Feelings be never any drawf For to hate Once there should have been love's bait tight How dangling and dwindling No shore was he ever kindling Hours and hours It takes no par Touch not that knight He has swords defending with might How barren is he and Knows not any scabbard Those wands of enigma That suits not the noble hands off stigma Suitors of temper Shooters of blood towels much damper Is it your blood ? Shut-up for god's sake Let's arrange him a slumber

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Mar 1, 2019

Mar 1, 2019 at 10:25 AM UTC

Bohemian_

Dissembled

What of the stories,what of you,what of the words or what of my dew Lies and lies Strangled the fliers Witnessed it, he has admirers Sweetness and tartness ignored Mulberry swallowed but in the heart it sored What would the 'dead lips' pen When it had not the truth,son Curses though slip off Feelings be never any drawf For to hate Once there should have been love's bait tight How dangling and dwindling No shore was he ever kindling Hours and hours It takes no par Touch not that knight He has swords defending with might How barren is he and Knows not any scabbard Those wands of enigma That suits not the noble hands off stigma Suitors of temper Shooters of blood towels much damper Is it your blood ? Shut-up for god's sake Let's arrange him a slumber

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There was once a poet from long ago Who stories told of transformations I shall tell of one that you may not know Pyramus and Thisbe who loved through a cracked foundation Whose houses were connected, neighbors were they Families ensnared in rivalry and outrage Oh how did it so weigh On these blind lovers left with lips to assuage! A crack so small only a desperate lover could see A whisper only could dance through to ease Two star-crossed lovers crouching on hands and knees Expressing words that warm and please To bring to light Their love they did agree To meet late at night By the white mulberry tree Thisbe first to show and await did she Until a loud rustle filled the air Frightened she ran off and hid thee So fast her veil escaped the grasp of her hair A lioness fresh from feeding Paraded on passing by, She went sniffing and licking Veil now red left under the midnight sky Pyramus, with the white specked tree in view Sees just an empty sheath Just a mulberry tree under a blanket of moonlit blue With a crimson soaked veil underneath Thinking he lost his heart's desire She the cure to eternal strife Life now nothing but mire Wishes to follow her in afterlife A sword he did reveal With both hands set and firm Fell on this stinging steel Left as food for the callous worms Oh how his blood did gush Painting white mulberries incarnadine Thisbe returning in such a rush For Pyramus she did pine A lifeless corpse awaits for her Under that maledict tree Blood soaked veil she did incur So she dropped to one knee Life without him she hated A breast she did beat Cried to the gods, fated His sword she did greet Forbidden love changed white to red The berries we have today Ill fated lovers left dead To embrace in rot and decay Together on the pyre Rivalry has come to end Lovers cradled in fire Ashes in one urn, together again.

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Jun 9, 2018

Jun 9, 2018 at 7:27 PM UTC

EvilShredder

The Mulberry Tree

There was once a poet from long ago Who stories told of transformations I shall tell of one that you may not know Pyramus and Thisbe who loved through a cracked foundation Whose houses were connected, neighbors were they Families ensnared in rivalry and outrage Oh how did it so weigh On these blind lovers left with lips to assuage! A crack so small only a desperate lover could see A whisper only could dance through to ease Two star-crossed lovers crouching on hands and knees Expressing words that warm and please To bring to light Their love they did agree To meet late at night By the white mulberry tree Thisbe first to show and await did she Until a loud rustle filled the air Frightened she ran off and hid thee So fast her veil escaped the grasp of her hair A lioness fresh from feeding Paraded on passing by, She went sniffing and licking Veil now red left under the midnight sky Pyramus, with the white specked tree in view Sees just an empty sheath Just a mulberry tree under a blanket of moonlit blue With a crimson soaked veil underneath Thinking he lost his heart's desire She the cure to eternal strife Life now nothing but mire Wishes to follow her in afterlife A sword he did reveal With both hands set and firm Fell on this stinging steel Left as food for the callous worms Oh how his blood did gush Painting white mulberries incarnadine Thisbe returning in such a rush For Pyramus she did pine A lifeless corpse awaits for her Under that maledict tree Blood soaked veil she did incur So she dropped to one knee Life without him she hated A breast she did beat Cried to the gods, fated His sword she did greet Forbidden love changed white to red The berries we have today Ill fated lovers left dead To embrace in rot and decay Together on the pyre Rivalry has come to end Lovers cradled in fire Ashes in one urn, together again.

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