#quell - Hello Poetry

Mesmerize Her Mind and Her Heart, will enchant your Soul. Share Her, all your Sorrows and Her Kindness, will Delight your Heart. Treasure all Her Dreams and She will Cherish, all your Values. Quell, all Her Fears and She will, elevate your Spirits. Memorize Her Wounds and She will erase, all your Scars.

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Oct 31, 2023

Oct 31, 2023 at 11:02 AM UTC

savio-fonseca

Mesmerize Her Mind

Mesmerize Her Mind and Her Heart, will enchant your Soul. Share Her, all your Sorrows and Her Kindness, will Delight your Heart. Treasure all Her Dreams and She will Cherish, all your Values. Quell, all Her Fears and She will, elevate your Spirits. Memorize Her Wounds and She will erase, all your Scars.

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Ring the Bell Ring it, well Ring the Bell can see, a skell from dry well They sight it well A wealthy kvell spell it and yell, *** Ring the Bell And paupers yawningly mispell Bcause, They can see not well They said: Blood well instead farewell Ring the Bell Everyone is unwell The tears is upwell No tasty, they smell All sadness are swell And hungry is quell Ring the Bell Again, Difficulties swell No one to dwell For a bit on snell Uphill is upswell Ring the bell And, Ring it well!

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Aug 19, 2020

Aug 19, 2020 at 2:32 PM UTC

Safana

Ring the Bell

Ring the Bell Ring it, well Ring the Bell can see, a skell from dry well They sight it well A wealthy kvell spell it and yell, *** Ring the Bell And paupers yawningly mispell Bcause, They can see not well They said: Blood well instead farewell Ring the Bell Everyone is unwell The tears is upwell No tasty, they smell All sadness are swell And hungry is quell Ring the Bell Again, Difficulties swell No one to dwell For a bit on snell Uphill is upswell Ring the bell And, Ring it well!

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We remember heartache for a spell Not because of the significance of those who have cast us off But because it's the brightest color red On the first of many canvases That is until The permanence of togetherness Bring together both pen and quell

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Sep 16, 2019

Sep 16, 2019 at 7:50 PM UTC

colmistoirm

Pen & Quell

We remember heartache for a spell Not because of the significance of those who have cast us off But because it's the brightest color red On the first of many canvases That is until The permanence of togetherness Bring together both pen and quell

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An ashen late Autumn was upon us, and in our best worn coats and sundries we-- held steadfast by a masthead of a rotting boat. Wooden on a shore of the lake we adored. We held still as soft deer galloped their lanks through strange lands lifted from grounds with brick built upon brick, wherein now were filled, not berries, but hunter's saltlick. We ravaged a place we called our own, We stole from the savages their home. But we found a peace amongst their nerves, and we were fearful of speed and we'd swerve, if ever we found in our path one that deserved, to have the freedom to rummage through roughage. On this solemn lake-side we found pride in the soft light. Because what the **** else can we do, but to sit where once grass stood in dew, and instead of plucking and mucking about, no, in lieu, we sat and stared and remarked, instead about how we've done damage we can't undo.

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Aug 5, 2018

Aug 5, 2018 at 5:10 AM UTC

jm_him

The nature of the shore

An ashen late Autumn was upon us, and in our best worn coats and sundries we-- held steadfast by a masthead of a rotting boat. Wooden on a shore of the lake we adored. We held still as soft deer galloped their lanks through strange lands lifted from grounds with brick built upon brick, wherein now were filled, not berries, but hunter's saltlick. We ravaged a place we called our own, We stole from the savages their home. But we found a peace amongst their nerves, and we were fearful of speed and we'd swerve, if ever we found in our path one that deserved, to have the freedom to rummage through roughage. On this solemn lake-side we found pride in the soft light. Because what the **** else can we do, but to sit where once grass stood in dew, and instead of plucking and mucking about, no, in lieu, we sat and stared and remarked, instead about how we've done damage we can't undo.

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Feb 23, 2018

Feb 23, 2018 at 8:25 PM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

COWL LIX AGED LANGUAGE LOVER

please lemme know and honestly profess if profusion of words create a lingual Loch Ness (when hens canst come home to roost especially, encountering the following conglomeration in matthew scott harris patois). He readily admits writing inventive attempts usually ten tubby a literary mess, thus finding innocent cyber cruisers Angle fishing for Saxony fundamental fluidity courtesy of Freudian stream of consciousness, gabbling gibberish, muck not done on purpose and certainly less to impress. Gnome hatter intent toward cogency, fancy ingenuity, levity, the inevitable resultant wrought gobbledygook fascination for Lingua Franca feeble endeavor splutters, splinters, and splatters Asia Yukon guess. Paramour status analogous with twenty six letters, sans En gull Lush Mother tongue confluence finds me submerged (as an Arctic Monkey) swimmingly enervated via ****** laced sentiments perhaps finds bravely daring soul madly hollering, gesticulating floundering, (in close proximity to Davey Jones's locker) to avoid drowning at sea perchance comprehending passionate influence. Upon espying a signature poem of mine forces one pre ponder ring lurking predilection tib hush anonymous re: dears (dares) adventuresome mettle taking him/her to the brainy (briny) deep brink Icon fess this (NON FAKE) pretense, why aye metaphorically express (via medium of ordinary Anglophile alphabetic wanton soup, or figurative egg drop bub bling broth (el) doth brew) pronouns Sibyl affectation affliction sans plethora, where each ladle full adrip with richly flavor Verdana Font lee and sincerely textured vocabulary. Pluperfect mortals beings undoubtedly feel (blindsided, how this hunger stricken author suffers said sesquipedalian syndrome particularly expectorating flashy hoping tum bark on successful literary quest) hyper aware aspiring paperback writers wannabe might stoop to conquer, cheat, cadge vis a vis plagiarize plethora amidst storied plentiful English droppings. Rather than succumb pretense feigning paucity temptation to bask exultantly, professed glorious unrequited love announcing required sworn vow, (el lye ding) avowed consonant covenant.

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Quell the discontent that consumes my being. Relieve the rage so I could turn the page to a whole new beginning. Alleviate the pain from seasons lost. Allow new seedlings to grow into trees... So I could carve fresh grains onto the scars from yesterday's cost. Extinguish the fires that grow ever brazen. Let the blaze make way for embers that glow. So I could lick my wounds and still indulge in a little piece of heaven. Quell the love that has brought much strife. Ease my breaths so the future may seem kind. So I could trudge on through this phase of life.

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Aug 23, 2016

Aug 23, 2016 at 10:27 PM UTC

ryn

Quell

Quell the discontent that consumes my being. Relieve the rage so I could turn the page to a whole new beginning. Alleviate the pain from seasons lost. Allow new seedlings to grow into trees... So I could carve fresh grains onto the scars from yesterday's cost. Extinguish the fires that grow ever brazen. Let the blaze make way for embers that glow. So I could lick my wounds and still indulge in a little piece of heaven. Quell the love that has brought much strife. Ease my breaths so the future may seem kind. So I could trudge on through this phase of life.

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