#rim - Hello Poetry

I can't take this anymore I can't take this anymore I can't take this anymore Gaza is bleeding and bleeding and bleeding Gaza is bleeding and bleeding and bleeding Gaza is bleeding and bleeding and bleeding When will they end the occupation Gaza is bleeding and bleeding and bleeding I can't take this anymore Gaza is bleeding and bleeding and bleeding

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Dec 18, 2024

Dec 18, 2024 at 3:36 AM UTC

farah-taskin

SOUL OF MY SOUL

I can't take this anymore I can't take this anymore I can't take this anymore Gaza is bleeding and bleeding and bleeding Gaza is bleeding and bleeding and bleeding Gaza is bleeding and bleeding and bleeding When will they end the occupation Gaza is bleeding and bleeding and bleeding I can't take this anymore Gaza is bleeding and bleeding and bleeding

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Standing on the edge of the world Is quite different from what you may've heard: It’s quiet but with toneless droning of as if A swarm of bumblebees in striped adorning Buzzing relentlessly and aimlessly; No waterfall or chasm or nothing it’s Just, well, you know, reminds you of a list Perspective: one step ahead and you Are back again; no wonder it is so Decrepit and shackled and you may Not believe it but feeling of something, Like, you know, of everything and nothing At a time; something Lovecraftian; Indescribable; inexpressible; You just stand stranded and derive an Energy from this darkless-though-lightless-as-well Being in nothing at the edge of something; Edge may be a little bit far-fetched; You may be’d rather prefer a rim; So be it so A rim of the world; no end and no Beginning, you know, just it somewhere There aloof from everything and still So close to all you know and feel; Dunno; you just stand stranded on the Sand as though at the edge of the ocean No motion though is visible or tangible But breeze you may feel tinkling on your Face imbuing droplets of sweat but at The moment of realizing of thinking About it it drops and vanished and you Again just standing stranded on the edge Of the land abandoned on the rim of the Horizon of events as reverse gravity’s Rainbow is arching the other side of the Universal plate where nothing at all but Everything

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Dec 2, 2019

Dec 2, 2019 at 1:41 PM UTC

s-i-n

The edge of the world

Standing on the edge of the world Is quite different from what you may've heard: It’s quiet but with toneless droning of as if A swarm of bumblebees in striped adorning Buzzing relentlessly and aimlessly; No waterfall or chasm or nothing it’s Just, well, you know, reminds you of a list Perspective: one step ahead and you Are back again; no wonder it is so Decrepit and shackled and you may Not believe it but feeling of something, Like, you know, of everything and nothing At a time; something Lovecraftian; Indescribable; inexpressible; You just stand stranded and derive an Energy from this darkless-though-lightless-as-well Being in nothing at the edge of something; Edge may be a little bit far-fetched; You may be’d rather prefer a rim; So be it so A rim of the world; no end and no Beginning, you know, just it somewhere There aloof from everything and still So close to all you know and feel; Dunno; you just stand stranded on the Sand as though at the edge of the ocean No motion though is visible or tangible But breeze you may feel tinkling on your Face imbuing droplets of sweat but at The moment of realizing of thinking About it it drops and vanished and you Again just standing stranded on the edge Of the land abandoned on the rim of the Horizon of events as reverse gravity’s Rainbow is arching the other side of the Universal plate where nothing at all but Everything

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I will drown in streams of salt, running along a glass rim.

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Nov 16, 2019

Nov 16, 2019 at 7:36 PM UTC

Serendipity16

S a l t.

I will drown in streams of salt, running along a glass rim.

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Coming to the rim The rim that suffered through time Eternity, gone Gone and in the past In the past and now absent Forgotten, forthwith...! Brian Hill - 2019 # 245

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Sep 29, 2019

Sep 29, 2019 at 2:34 PM UTC

halfpac11

The Rim - Haiku

Coming to the rim The rim that suffered through time Eternity, gone Gone and in the past In the past and now absent Forgotten, forthwith...! Brian Hill - 2019 # 245

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Skruehoved, en skrue løs. Hovedet forskruet, sætter skruen til hovedet, trykker 1, trykker 2. Mit hoved, det troede at det følte sig truet, så nu har jeg skruet det fast, det er skruet på plads, i en **** i en hast, hast...Jeg tror godt du kender det, mit hoved, for du vender det, tænder det og sender det uendelige tanker, jeg vender mit hoved, for mit bryst det vibrere, det mit hjerte der banker. Hjertebanken, blot et bankende hjerte, sender tanker om smerte, sender dem til. Att: til den forkerte. Så vend dig dog om, og gå. nej vent, stå, bliv stående, selvom du er gået, er du ham den gående, ikke ét sted, ét menneske kan få dig til at blive stående!

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Apr 21, 2019

Apr 21, 2019 at 4:22 PM UTC

HazelLamb

EN SKRUE LØS

Skruehoved, en skrue løs. Hovedet forskruet, sætter skruen til hovedet, trykker 1, trykker 2. Mit hoved, det troede at det følte sig truet, så nu har jeg skruet det fast, det er skruet på plads, i en **** i en hast, hast...Jeg tror godt du kender det, mit hoved, for du vender det, tænder det og sender det uendelige tanker, jeg vender mit hoved, for mit bryst det vibrere, det mit hjerte der banker. Hjertebanken, blot et bankende hjerte, sender tanker om smerte, sender dem til. Att: til den forkerte. Så vend dig dog om, og gå. nej vent, stå, bliv stående, selvom du er gået, er du ham den gående, ikke ét sted, ét menneske kan få dig til at blive stående!

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If only my loved ones knew how hard I've fought If only they knew all the directions I've sought Agony finally overcame me, now out on the rim I hope they know my last thoughts are of them ©Pauline Russell

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Apr 10, 2018

Apr 10, 2018 at 9:50 PM UTC

Pauline_Morris

On the Rim

If only my loved ones knew how hard I've fought If only they knew all the directions I've sought Agony finally overcame me, now out on the rim I hope they know my last thoughts are of them ©Pauline Russell

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Smiles, tram cars, stinging eyelids Transparent brittle shards, Ashes finding water surface All of this onto a palm Locked into a fist I’m the coin that’s landing on its rim The odds were slim and yet I am standing on a grin The third side says that Karma always wins

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Jun 9, 2017

Jun 9, 2017 at 5:17 AM UTC

gabriel-burns

The Narrow Side

Smiles, tram cars, stinging eyelids Transparent brittle shards, Ashes finding water surface All of this onto a palm Locked into a fist I’m the coin that’s landing on its rim The odds were slim and yet I am standing on a grin The third side says that Karma always wins

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Sandheden er hvad sandheden er Den er hverken mere eller mindre sand eller usand

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Apr 25, 2017

Apr 25, 2017 at 6:18 PM UTC

HazelLamb

Sand·[kasse]

Sandheden er hvad sandheden er Den er hverken mere eller mindre sand eller usand

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I have been visiting the outer rims of heaven.. Seeing first hand the memories that live again in this place.. Only toward the end I realize that I have to leave and I cannot stay. It is sad but at the same time I carry with me the new memories of a heaven that I never knew existed. Suppose everything is as real as you want it to be.. Suppose you cannot break from such a lucid loop.. You go round and round reborn with no memory of the many yesterdays that have long passed.. You live and die again and again.. Soon this world will be to full with those who do not know how to pass on through the outer rim.. They see it a dream... The time machine used to take you back has indeed already been invented.. Look upon your bed or where ever you may sleep.. Behold your time machine.. When you go back and change things you do in such a way for a different stream in time... Although you awake in your stream you will find that you changed your someone else's time stream... I have already changed the stars in many of my travels.. I have also seen that in doing so I have created a second universe.. Tonight I create a third.. So what we have here is a time change.. A ripple created by me, from me, to me, at the very source of me.. We begin from one and guide him to heaven infinite!

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Apr 23, 2014

Apr 23, 2014 at 5:45 PM UTC

solaces

I have been visiting the outer rims of heaven..

I have been visiting the outer rims of heaven.. Seeing first hand the memories that live again in this place.. Only toward the end I realize that I have to leave and I cannot stay. It is sad but at the same time I carry with me the new memories of a heaven that I never knew existed. Suppose everything is as real as you want it to be.. Suppose you cannot break from such a lucid loop.. You go round and round reborn with no memory of the many yesterdays that have long passed.. You live and die again and again.. Soon this world will be to full with those who do not know how to pass on through the outer rim.. They see it a dream... The time machine used to take you back has indeed already been invented.. Look upon your bed or where ever you may sleep.. Behold your time machine.. When you go back and change things you do in such a way for a different stream in time... Although you awake in your stream you will find that you changed your someone else's time stream... I have already changed the stars in many of my travels.. I have also seen that in doing so I have created a second universe.. Tonight I create a third.. So what we have here is a time change.. A ripple created by me, from me, to me, at the very source of me.. We begin from one and guide him to heaven infinite!

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