#ordeals - Hello Poetry

Ask me, when the neighbors... Shrouds of duty, to deliver a knowing none Simple as a watery eye, has heard a question served Soundness to escape, a harrowed smile in the leavening sun Wishes that bite, a bit tonight, much... Arduous as kindred was, the mastery of a world Comes and given, will with me, just such? A doing repose, with a breath of when for you, courtesy Spare, us the compelling hope... Time is a rued finish to living well, in the reign Of a cloudy mayhem, with a swallow of cope Perception, is to be, my couth and misery's fame? Pride, and its snide...? In the doorway, for one more step? The place and name of curious wonder, with a remnant shied From your face, until a climate has its peace, a hallowed wit? Sakes or sacred, do we take the good fight... Heaven in its smeared mouth, a wage in risen powers We correct with hell's tears, if not terror to wonder if void's might Sincerity in a clearing how, to look and see, a dragon before it sour's... Fires of essence, in the hands of us Child and honor wild, keeping a fate's legend We dote and seek the vote of responsibility, like winds of cause That has seen you, have a God of stimulation, like a love's stipulation...?

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Aug 8, 2025

Aug 8, 2025 at 1:53 PM UTC

david-hilburn

Right About The Letter, "A"?

Ask me, when the neighbors... Shrouds of duty, to deliver a knowing none Simple as a watery eye, has heard a question served Soundness to escape, a harrowed smile in the leavening sun Wishes that bite, a bit tonight, much... Arduous as kindred was, the mastery of a world Comes and given, will with me, just such? A doing repose, with a breath of when for you, courtesy Spare, us the compelling hope... Time is a rued finish to living well, in the reign Of a cloudy mayhem, with a swallow of cope Perception, is to be, my couth and misery's fame? Pride, and its snide...? In the doorway, for one more step? The place and name of curious wonder, with a remnant shied From your face, until a climate has its peace, a hallowed wit? Sakes or sacred, do we take the good fight... Heaven in its smeared mouth, a wage in risen powers We correct with hell's tears, if not terror to wonder if void's might Sincerity in a clearing how, to look and see, a dragon before it sour's... Fires of essence, in the hands of us Child and honor wild, keeping a fate's legend We dote and seek the vote of responsibility, like winds of cause That has seen you, have a God of stimulation, like a love's stipulation...?

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Life of a sincere, limerick? On the fare and done, duty? Asking in certain hushes, is to wait, sick? Tolls of an evening bell, with sunshine's lucre... Has met a new friend... Toward integrity, we keep a shrewd liberty To know one and another, the best possible amends That come to fruition like a walk and a stare, with curiosity? Dread is a cold should's soldier, with a family to feed... Found in a future hug, a witness to the honor; we pray...? Persuasion in a tale spin, to linger and say, I thought taken heed... True to one's roots, if not routes of composure, to ask all of any? Seldom has said hello Seldom has a savior's lip, for may and decency Seldom has a sharing voice, that lets life bellow Seldom has said goodbye, but when you step forward, it is beauty Seldom is your, spy, whatever...? Water and mercy for youth, is nothing but climbing Cares to see the end of them, is a quieter house lover... With timid moments to share, a promise on fire with minding...?

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May 16, 2025

May 16, 2025 at 10:22 AM UTC

david-hilburn

Putting Out; A Shadow Of A Pout...

Life of a sincere, limerick? On the fare and done, duty? Asking in certain hushes, is to wait, sick? Tolls of an evening bell, with sunshine's lucre... Has met a new friend... Toward integrity, we keep a shrewd liberty To know one and another, the best possible amends That come to fruition like a walk and a stare, with curiosity? Dread is a cold should's soldier, with a family to feed... Found in a future hug, a witness to the honor; we pray...? Persuasion in a tale spin, to linger and say, I thought taken heed... True to one's roots, if not routes of composure, to ask all of any? Seldom has said hello Seldom has a savior's lip, for may and decency Seldom has a sharing voice, that lets life bellow Seldom has said goodbye, but when you step forward, it is beauty Seldom is your, spy, whatever...? Water and mercy for youth, is nothing but climbing Cares to see the end of them, is a quieter house lover... With timid moments to share, a promise on fire with minding...?

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Sense of a sulking Light to favor the window The rose of unity in passing Has a question to its lips, the corners of woe? Having a seat in such a chamber Requited history to assume a table Of friends of airs, the toil of another world Once in love, twice a gifted artist, another time and a fable See the heat I make, when sight has a call To require adage, from the poise we know To ends in a prophet's hands, the tale of all And every fate of shall, the world have those? A glass of wine... And summation is a harrowing gone missing The truth to be held, for an austere shine As we see the composure of sin, sigh when is Include me in the pout, the pout of sincerity Where one more kindness, has a moment to consider Serpents of long teeth, that savor the taste of need, visionary's? And abated breath, the comment I make is meant, here... Where art has a clue... To vices charity, an instinct that also has chaste due When the mirth, the homage, the drama of younger and older who Is but a catch of light, on the silence we bare, is our promise to...

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Jun 30, 2022

Jun 30, 2022 at 1:31 AM UTC

david-hilburn

Introducing Myself, To A Work In Progress

Sense of a sulking Light to favor the window The rose of unity in passing Has a question to its lips, the corners of woe? Having a seat in such a chamber Requited history to assume a table Of friends of airs, the toil of another world Once in love, twice a gifted artist, another time and a fable See the heat I make, when sight has a call To require adage, from the poise we know To ends in a prophet's hands, the tale of all And every fate of shall, the world have those? A glass of wine... And summation is a harrowing gone missing The truth to be held, for an austere shine As we see the composure of sin, sigh when is Include me in the pout, the pout of sincerity Where one more kindness, has a moment to consider Serpents of long teeth, that savor the taste of need, visionary's? And abated breath, the comment I make is meant, here... Where art has a clue... To vices charity, an instinct that also has chaste due When the mirth, the homage, the drama of younger and older who Is but a catch of light, on the silence we bare, is our promise to...

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>>>> x x x x x x x x x x x :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::;::::::::::::::::::::::::: Never can it move::::like thunder or lightning it goes slow, but sure:::::treading its own path brave, strong and patient:::in facing its ordeals they don't want to sting:::unless when needed they want to be left alone::::but, alert:::::::ready to protect and defend itself:::::with less action when trapped or driven up a dead end:::::it is more composed::::::it knows when to explode ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: ::::a scorpion can quickly paralyze its victim::: ::::::::::::::::::::with its own venom::::::::::::::::::::::::: ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::it is said,:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: human beings have innate venoms or weapons i don't know if i have one:::or what it could do i only know, i can hardly harm anyone::::::::but like any other creature:::::::i will defend myself :::::::::::when my safety is compromised:::::::::: ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: :::::::::::::::::::: i am a scorpio :::::::::::::::::::: ::::::::::::::::what about you?::::::::::::: what could be your venom? :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: x x x x x x x x x x x Sally © Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan October 23, 2017

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Jun 5, 2019

Jun 5, 2019 at 9:48 PM UTC

Those dark eyes The intense gaze The silence that speaks a thousand words from fighting countless battles to conquering them and living in the season that never ends With dried sobs and bottled-up emotions of pain,anger,hurt and frustrations The heart broken in the woes of life and smile buried down somewhere deep inside Life is not a bed of roses yet,it continues to be a path we cannot escape. {PS:-The ordeals of life is unavoidable,but what makes one true conqueror is the indomitable spirit and never say die attitude,it makes all the difference}

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Jan 22, 2017

Jan 22, 2017 at 9:05 AM UTC

papeya

BROKEN

Those dark eyes The intense gaze The silence that speaks a thousand words from fighting countless battles to conquering them and living in the season that never ends With dried sobs and bottled-up emotions of pain,anger,hurt and frustrations The heart broken in the woes of life and smile buried down somewhere deep inside Life is not a bed of roses yet,it continues to be a path we cannot escape. {PS:-The ordeals of life is unavoidable,but what makes one true conqueror is the indomitable spirit and never say die attitude,it makes all the difference}

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He loved the way she smelled, and that she sprayed her perfume right before bed, so that he could smell it as he drifted off. He loved the way she gave him her sardonic playful scoff, when he did something silly, because although she hated it, she loved it so much she couldn't contain it. He loved when she walked through history her fires were lit. Because her passion always intrigued him, it made perfect sense within her soul, making her eyes bright. He loved the way she held him tight, when she was scared, or happy, or hiding from the light. Because she was so strong yet sometimes her heart she would bare. He loved the way she ran her fingers through her hair, and wiggled her waist when she was pleased. She didn't even know she did it, she was just so at ease. He loved the way she squeaked when she let out a sneeze, such a fragile noise for a spirit that was so tough. Such a contradiction his little, soiled dove. He could not have been more in love, with all of these things she does, no matter what kind of ordeals.... Or at least...that is what she hopes he feels....

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Jan 13, 2017

Jan 13, 2017 at 6:46 PM UTC

rachel-dyer

Do You See Me?

He loved the way she smelled, and that she sprayed her perfume right before bed, so that he could smell it as he drifted off. He loved the way she gave him her sardonic playful scoff, when he did something silly, because although she hated it, she loved it so much she couldn't contain it. He loved when she walked through history her fires were lit. Because her passion always intrigued him, it made perfect sense within her soul, making her eyes bright. He loved the way she held him tight, when she was scared, or happy, or hiding from the light. Because she was so strong yet sometimes her heart she would bare. He loved the way she ran her fingers through her hair, and wiggled her waist when she was pleased. She didn't even know she did it, she was just so at ease. He loved the way she squeaked when she let out a sneeze, such a fragile noise for a spirit that was so tough. Such a contradiction his little, soiled dove. He could not have been more in love, with all of these things she does, no matter what kind of ordeals.... Or at least...that is what she hopes he feels....

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