#reverent - Hello Poetry

In the dawn of days, dwells the awe of reverence. In the thought of dwellers, can the awe be thread. Within the small things, herein lies the pieces. The pieces that make-up the direction of things that exist. For the boulders at a mountain's mighty face, are no more important than the stones that form the base. For it is in the reverence that we craft love from awe. Blessed are those who sit and watch, for they are the architects of reverence - the constructors of awe.

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Apr 25, 2019

Apr 25, 2019 at 10:10 PM UTC

Gheriyo

Reverence

In the dawn of days, dwells the awe of reverence. In the thought of dwellers, can the awe be thread. Within the small things, herein lies the pieces. The pieces that make-up the direction of things that exist. For the boulders at a mountain's mighty face, are no more important than the stones that form the base. For it is in the reverence that we craft love from awe. Blessed are those who sit and watch, for they are the architects of reverence - the constructors of awe.

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Greased with shades of black, green, and brown, Furrowing eyebrows with developing beads of sweat rolling down, Curving lips resembling only the slightest frown, My father's face is alive and alert Calming eyes looking towards the ground, Closed lips not even whispering a sound, A perfect example to those all around, My father's face is reverent Squinting eyes seemingly glowing red, Thoughts more visible outside the head, Alarming looks whispering, "You're dead," My father's face is about to explode Smiling eyes holding memories from over the years, Talking lips to help guide away from fears, Caring eyebrows making the worries disappear, My father's face is tender and caring Sparkling eyes that glint with moving cheek, Infectious laughter making others squeak, Radiant smile seeming nothing short of unique, My father's face is the happiest face of all.

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Jun 19, 2016

Jun 19, 2016 at 12:26 PM UTC

lexisully

Faces of My Father

Greased with shades of black, green, and brown, Furrowing eyebrows with developing beads of sweat rolling down, Curving lips resembling only the slightest frown, My father's face is alive and alert Calming eyes looking towards the ground, Closed lips not even whispering a sound, A perfect example to those all around, My father's face is reverent Squinting eyes seemingly glowing red, Thoughts more visible outside the head, Alarming looks whispering, "You're dead," My father's face is about to explode Smiling eyes holding memories from over the years, Talking lips to help guide away from fears, Caring eyebrows making the worries disappear, My father's face is tender and caring Sparkling eyes that glint with moving cheek, Infectious laughter making others squeak, Radiant smile seeming nothing short of unique, My father's face is the happiest face of all.

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I'm the irreverent boyscout you can't trust that's no help Cowardice and gluttonous But hell can I start a fire. I don't listen, I'm not nice purity I don't recognize. I do my own thing, I never courtesy. Oh **** can I scream at wrongs. I'm the grungy kind of disloyal, You know the sin of the unclean. My face is never cheerful And I'm rude to everything.

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May 31, 2015

May 31, 2015 at 12:38 PM UTC

TheWonderfulMoebius

Between the Lies

I'm the irreverent boyscout you can't trust that's no help Cowardice and gluttonous But hell can I start a fire. I don't listen, I'm not nice purity I don't recognize. I do my own thing, I never courtesy. Oh **** can I scream at wrongs. I'm the grungy kind of disloyal, You know the sin of the unclean. My face is never cheerful And I'm rude to everything.

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