#rushing - Hello Poetry

you can find yourself two steps ahead tripping over the present moment and falling head first into fantasy.

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Mar 31

Mar 31, 2026 at 9:45 AM UTC

nivek

signposts

you can find yourself two steps ahead tripping over the present moment and falling head first into fantasy.

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We live in the rhythm of the city, In the rhythm of noisy and soulless streets. We’re like crows in this city, As if we know all answers indeed. As if we know all sacred secrets And keep them under the barn lock. Our steps are all non-casual And our feelings are secrets to block. We’re constantly running, we’re rushing somewhere, Accelerating just every day. As if we’re afraid of not making it there, Losing all here along the way. We live in the rhythm of the city. It’s time for us to stop. At least for a moment to look at us And appear, appear for short.

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Feb 26

Feb 26, 2026 at 4:31 PM UTC

LoveMelody

In the rhythm of the city

We live in the rhythm of the city, In the rhythm of noisy and soulless streets. We’re like crows in this city, As if we know all answers indeed. As if we know all sacred secrets And keep them under the barn lock. Our steps are all non-casual And our feelings are secrets to block. We’re constantly running, we’re rushing somewhere, Accelerating just every day. As if we’re afraid of not making it there, Losing all here along the way. We live in the rhythm of the city. It’s time for us to stop. At least for a moment to look at us And appear, appear for short.

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Faster still there is no time Get ye to work without reason nor rhyme To toil and labour forgetting why Shutting the world out from your eye. “In the city people hurry, hurry so as not to waste a single minute, and fail to realize that they are throwing a lifetime away.” - Giovannino Guareschi

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Nov 27, 2025

Nov 27, 2025 at 7:49 PM UTC

MrJohnHolmes

Rushing

Faster still there is no time Get ye to work without reason nor rhyme To toil and labour forgetting why Shutting the world out from your eye. “In the city people hurry, hurry so as not to waste a single minute, and fail to realize that they are throwing a lifetime away.” - Giovannino Guareschi

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Sat for dinner, let’s have a meal I’m gazing left and right, The goal's to avoid eye contact. Swallowing, The taste is alright but I can’t hold a fight. That masterly delivery - A simmered misery, Served daily. Cooking the exact words to belittle My stomach grows humble. /// Parents, I’d like to be brave but I bury In spite of my age I hurry.

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Aug 31, 2025

Aug 31, 2025 at 4:17 PM UTC

Indralala

let's go home

Sat for dinner, let’s have a meal I’m gazing left and right, The goal's to avoid eye contact. Swallowing, The taste is alright but I can’t hold a fight. That masterly delivery - A simmered misery, Served daily. Cooking the exact words to belittle My stomach grows humble. /// Parents, I’d like to be brave but I bury In spite of my age I hurry.

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the grey against the blue sky, metal bars, power coursing, it pokes high above the horizon, tall, mighty, human, nova scotia's hills don't rise up nearly as far, flat in all directions, textureless, and so, so wide, large trucks drive beside the tower, small, pathetic, a bigger truck comes by, washed in red, loud, bright, blaring, the smell of smoke upon the suits of the brave, the daring, the big, blue, cloud-filled, wonderful sky, blue no longer, their hope, lost in minutes, no death, yet so much smoke, smoke, like the swirl of sand in water, the water sitting near the strong metal bars, the telephone tower, still tall and mighty, the water with the highest tides in the world, rippling hard, against the rocks on shore, orange buoys float roughly in the harbour, a line to never, ever cross, kids will boat out there with their paddles, the breeze knocking them, side, to side, and the world breathes in, for it holds all, good or bad, and it is full, full despite everything.

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Jul 29, 2025

Jul 29, 2025 at 4:22 PM UTC

Moonlight_Magic18

the harbour

the grey against the blue sky, metal bars, power coursing, it pokes high above the horizon, tall, mighty, human, nova scotia's hills don't rise up nearly as far, flat in all directions, textureless, and so, so wide, large trucks drive beside the tower, small, pathetic, a bigger truck comes by, washed in red, loud, bright, blaring, the smell of smoke upon the suits of the brave, the daring, the big, blue, cloud-filled, wonderful sky, blue no longer, their hope, lost in minutes, no death, yet so much smoke, smoke, like the swirl of sand in water, the water sitting near the strong metal bars, the telephone tower, still tall and mighty, the water with the highest tides in the world, rippling hard, against the rocks on shore, orange buoys float roughly in the harbour, a line to never, ever cross, kids will boat out there with their paddles, the breeze knocking them, side, to side, and the world breathes in, for it holds all, good or bad, and it is full, full despite everything.

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Time. I never have time. I never have enough. I'm running out. I'm always rushing. I'm always wasting. Are you busy next weekend? Are you doing anything right now? Do you have time to grab a coffee? I'm busy, sorry. I don't have time. Maybe another time? I hate time. No. I hate society for time. No. I hate society for stealing mine.

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Oct 15, 2020

Oct 15, 2020 at 8:45 PM UTC

amoutre

Time

Time. I never have time. I never have enough. I'm running out. I'm always rushing. I'm always wasting. Are you busy next weekend? Are you doing anything right now? Do you have time to grab a coffee? I'm busy, sorry. I don't have time. Maybe another time? I hate time. No. I hate society for time. No. I hate society for stealing mine.

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Maybe I should've stayed sober when you came over and the lines, walls and words started to blur, but in that short skirt that works so well you had your hand under my shirt and those evil eyes that excite ,unafraid of hurt, that night someone paid the price We befriended a bottle for a three day ****** and a sledgehammer hangover had my brain in the blender waving a white straight jacket in surrender We'd wake up to a mirrors shameful stare Mixing love and lust without a care. In some sort of sinful cocktail, each and every time our wills would fail some small part of my broken heart would merge with hers as we pretended to be whole, I let passion poison my soul. We'd Dance in a drugged induced stupor, imagining a false future together so I said that I loved her, But when drugs wore down we fell to the ground Sweet lies started our slow demise. She'd say she was fine but I'd find her in tears. So I held her in my arms while I couldn't feel, but after being so numb, nothing felt real. Then she begged me to share just to show that I care. So i said it was better to lock myself away For fear of the words that I needed say The two years together instead of forever As you shredded my head apart And I spitefully tore out your heart. When we were close we'd corrode and corrupt and from a far we'd suffer in silence In your pain you fell for someone else, forcing me to smile while I rot away in side But, Tired of passing round the disease that was Blame. I severed you from my mind and heart and separately we slowly fell apart. On the verge of death with a fist clenching poison and our body barely breathing we were Self sabotaging star crossed lovers with a semi fatal ending

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Sep 11, 2019

Sep 11, 2019 at 7:10 PM UTC

WilliamDeKlerk

Dysfunctional love

Maybe I should've stayed sober when you came over and the lines, walls and words started to blur, but in that short skirt that works so well you had your hand under my shirt and those evil eyes that excite ,unafraid of hurt, that night someone paid the price We befriended a bottle for a three day ****** and a sledgehammer hangover had my brain in the blender waving a white straight jacket in surrender We'd wake up to a mirrors shameful stare Mixing love and lust without a care. In some sort of sinful cocktail, each and every time our wills would fail some small part of my broken heart would merge with hers as we pretended to be whole, I let passion poison my soul. We'd Dance in a drugged induced stupor, imagining a false future together so I said that I loved her, But when drugs wore down we fell to the ground Sweet lies started our slow demise. She'd say she was fine but I'd find her in tears. So I held her in my arms while I couldn't feel, but after being so numb, nothing felt real. Then she begged me to share just to show that I care. So i said it was better to lock myself away For fear of the words that I needed say The two years together instead of forever As you shredded my head apart And I spitefully tore out your heart. When we were close we'd corrode and corrupt and from a far we'd suffer in silence In your pain you fell for someone else, forcing me to smile while I rot away in side But, Tired of passing round the disease that was Blame. I severed you from my mind and heart and separately we slowly fell apart. On the verge of death with a fist clenching poison and our body barely breathing we were Self sabotaging star crossed lovers with a semi fatal ending

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It is a cliche But nonetheless a truth That I like Long walks on the beach. Walking is heaven but running is hell On a beach Feet slipping on soft sands once so soothing Dragging back the more I push on Forward, forward Without a definite end. I’ll still get to where I’m going But for time I trade beauty And for time I trade peace, running.

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Aug 13, 2019

Aug 13, 2019 at 1:08 PM UTC

emmapeterson

Running

It is a cliche But nonetheless a truth That I like Long walks on the beach. Walking is heaven but running is hell On a beach Feet slipping on soft sands once so soothing Dragging back the more I push on Forward, forward Without a definite end. I’ll still get to where I’m going But for time I trade beauty And for time I trade peace, running.

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Sometimes so many ideas are rushing through my head That I cry tears Of words

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Dec 23, 2018

Dec 23, 2018 at 1:21 PM UTC

milkymoondust

tornado

Sometimes so many ideas are rushing through my head That I cry tears Of words

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The whispers of flesh on flesh The pressure of you The slide of fingers down my neck The breath against a crook The warmth radiating between us The blood rushing The hand on my back The contact

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Dec 18, 2018

Dec 18, 2018 at 9:28 PM UTC

stopdoopy

The Contact

The whispers of flesh on flesh The pressure of you The slide of fingers down my neck The breath against a crook The warmth radiating between us The blood rushing The hand on my back The contact

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Seoul, 21.34 p.m In this busy street people comes and goes, some is going back to their home from a hectic day, some is going to hang out with their friend, some is going to recharge their energy with food, some is going to meet the person they love and here I am, watching over them from above the hill rushing to the place they have to go making thousands of little red-yellow lights from their vehicles 21.37 your city is so pretty, just like you.

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Nov 12, 2018

Nov 12, 2018 at 10:40 AM UTC

moonchilds

21.34 pm

Seoul, 21.34 p.m In this busy street people comes and goes, some is going back to their home from a hectic day, some is going to hang out with their friend, some is going to recharge their energy with food, some is going to meet the person they love and here I am, watching over them from above the hill rushing to the place they have to go making thousands of little red-yellow lights from their vehicles 21.37 your city is so pretty, just like you.

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I feel slowly My crush for you is fading Flowing out of a faucet Like water down the sink But I know that when I see you Again, they will come rushing back in as if I were a kid out in the snow who came running inside for some hot cocoa

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Oct 9, 2018

Oct 9, 2018 at 12:42 AM UTC

lilyjeanne

Cocoa

I feel slowly My crush for you is fading Flowing out of a faucet Like water down the sink But I know that when I see you Again, they will come rushing back in as if I were a kid out in the snow who came running inside for some hot cocoa

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Isolation within my mind, Stuck in my kell, gasping at the heat Working till death to finish my design, Running late, borderlines to meet. A hero of management, An Hr call left at the tone. Stuck in my cubicle fortress. The place I'm forced to call home.

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Sep 17, 2018

Sep 17, 2018 at 2:30 AM UTC

Bobs_6thsense

The cubicle disaster.

Isolation within my mind, Stuck in my kell, gasping at the heat Working till death to finish my design, Running late, borderlines to meet. A hero of management, An Hr call left at the tone. Stuck in my cubicle fortress. The place I'm forced to call home.

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Missing a glimpse of her Was just as bad as being late. My feeling flown all over the place. The punctuality of being at the exact place at the right time. Missing this glance everything falls out of place. The sudden challenge of tomorrow. Being on time, this moment left behind. Admittedly I hurried the next moment. To miss the same glance. My feelings all over the place. To think, flowers are never as late as they seem

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May 20, 2018

May 20, 2018 at 2:13 PM UTC

kewayne-wadley

Late Bloomer

Missing a glimpse of her Was just as bad as being late. My feeling flown all over the place. The punctuality of being at the exact place at the right time. Missing this glance everything falls out of place. The sudden challenge of tomorrow. Being on time, this moment left behind. Admittedly I hurried the next moment. To miss the same glance. My feelings all over the place. To think, flowers are never as late as they seem

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I used to be pretty, but now I look sick. I used to be though, but now I feel weak. I can't help myself, so I became helpless. I am never leaving this bed which i'm drowning in, but I hope that someday I learn how to swim with the fish. Blood is rushing to the visible veins in my wrists and down my legs 'till it becomes hot at my feet and i'm standing in a red pool. And I wish I could swim with the blood cells. Endure more like suffer. And I might survive but i'm no survivor. I used to look sick, but now I look dead.

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Apr 13, 2018

Apr 13, 2018 at 7:50 AM UTC

CecilieA

I used to be pretty

I used to be pretty, but now I look sick. I used to be though, but now I feel weak. I can't help myself, so I became helpless. I am never leaving this bed which i'm drowning in, but I hope that someday I learn how to swim with the fish. Blood is rushing to the visible veins in my wrists and down my legs 'till it becomes hot at my feet and i'm standing in a red pool. And I wish I could swim with the blood cells. Endure more like suffer. And I might survive but i'm no survivor. I used to look sick, but now I look dead.

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...My hardened heart has been awakened. The broken grounds will begin to quake and within the crevices between the faults, Your rushing water will flood....

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Apr 12, 2018

Apr 12, 2018 at 12:06 PM UTC

JessicaJarvisPoetry

(An excerpt from) Reborn

...My hardened heart has been awakened. The broken grounds will begin to quake and within the crevices between the faults, Your rushing water will flood....

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too many souls live life like it's a test always rushing to absorb the i n f o r m a t i o n nothing is in f o r m a t i o n.

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Oct 17, 2017

Oct 17, 2017 at 7:01 PM UTC

shawnpark

Always Rushing

too many souls live life like it's a test always rushing to absorb the i n f o r m a t i o n nothing is in f o r m a t i o n.

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I like feeling like danger girl. I like feeling like a shooting star blazing across your eyes and gone in an instant. I love being the whimsical day dream of a woman I had hoped to be when I was twelve and feeling trapped. Listless within my own body yet every nerve ending was electrified like I was an overcharged battery. Zip. Zap. I want to dash across your heart leaving no bruise or cut but a stinging burn. Icy me all you want but I have already combust. I live in my own scorched skin. Zip. Zap. There’s a ringing in your ears. The whirl of wind winding past your head ruffling your hair raising goosebumps yet you cannot shiver. I like feeling like danger girl. I like free falling this role.

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Jul 12, 2017

Jul 12, 2017 at 7:57 PM UTC

v-anne

Danger Girl

I like feeling like danger girl. I like feeling like a shooting star blazing across your eyes and gone in an instant. I love being the whimsical day dream of a woman I had hoped to be when I was twelve and feeling trapped. Listless within my own body yet every nerve ending was electrified like I was an overcharged battery. Zip. Zap. I want to dash across your heart leaving no bruise or cut but a stinging burn. Icy me all you want but I have already combust. I live in my own scorched skin. Zip. Zap. There’s a ringing in your ears. The whirl of wind winding past your head ruffling your hair raising goosebumps yet you cannot shiver. I like feeling like danger girl. I like free falling this role.

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*Where does the desire come from? To send someone words on a paper screen? Where does the inkwell saturate, and settle deep?* Mixing until you’re your dammed up thoughts Break loose and spill out onto the ground Flooding the valley at hand below For when you spill yourself onto a page You need to be comfortable with the mess you’ll create It’s inevitable But why should you worry about that anyway? I mean it, I say this with a laugh but… *Does any of this matter anyway? Why should you withhold and hold back?* The rushing words The kind which actually meant to be swept away

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Jun 30, 2017

Jun 30, 2017 at 10:51 AM UTC

colmistoirm

Spilling Words

*Where does the desire come from? To send someone words on a paper screen? Where does the inkwell saturate, and settle deep?* Mixing until you’re your dammed up thoughts Break loose and spill out onto the ground Flooding the valley at hand below For when you spill yourself onto a page You need to be comfortable with the mess you’ll create It’s inevitable But why should you worry about that anyway? I mean it, I say this with a laugh but… *Does any of this matter anyway? Why should you withhold and hold back?* The rushing words The kind which actually meant to be swept away

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Waking up in the morning still tired and groggy rushing to leave the house throwing on whatever clothes are closest to me. endless cycle, day in, day out rushing through my life to do someone else's bidding then it clicks. something in my head, and in my heart. I want more of you, more of us more time to explore the true nature of life unbound, free to choose my own speed today, here, with you, I choose slow

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Oct 2, 2016

Oct 2, 2016 at 5:41 PM UTC

brian-patrick-oconnor-sr

Slow

Waking up in the morning still tired and groggy rushing to leave the house throwing on whatever clothes are closest to me. endless cycle, day in, day out rushing through my life to do someone else's bidding then it clicks. something in my head, and in my heart. I want more of you, more of us more time to explore the true nature of life unbound, free to choose my own speed today, here, with you, I choose slow

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the scrapping of rubber shoes on the pavement alarm me frantically gliding as if in search of something the halls are suddenly narrower than yesterday and all the other days before this always happens whenever i am rushing and i am always rushing so i wonder why i'm always surprised to find myself this distraught when its color isn't pretty on me

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Jul 16, 2015

Jul 16, 2015 at 11:13 PM UTC

celey

distraught

the scrapping of rubber shoes on the pavement alarm me frantically gliding as if in search of something the halls are suddenly narrower than yesterday and all the other days before this always happens whenever i am rushing and i am always rushing so i wonder why i'm always surprised to find myself this distraught when its color isn't pretty on me

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Over the wild blue sea across a world of turmoil Through deep forests and wild skies Lies a place ancient and mighty High towers look gloomly down over iron gates and broken walls. This was once a place of strength, a fortress of might a stronghold against the darkness. But time has played Its role rusting the polished metal rotting away at the foundations. Its time has already come and gone The fortress is not but a heap of ruin a long gone shadow in the distant past. Over magnificent peaks rushing rivers and sprawling cities Through tempest storm and shroud Does it lie Slumbering silently in broken ruins.

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Feb 2, 2015

Feb 2, 2015 at 12:18 PM UTC

The-Wylde-One

Broken Ruins

Over the wild blue sea across a world of turmoil Through deep forests and wild skies Lies a place ancient and mighty High towers look gloomly down over iron gates and broken walls. This was once a place of strength, a fortress of might a stronghold against the darkness. But time has played Its role rusting the polished metal rotting away at the foundations. Its time has already come and gone The fortress is not but a heap of ruin a long gone shadow in the distant past. Over magnificent peaks rushing rivers and sprawling cities Through tempest storm and shroud Does it lie Slumbering silently in broken ruins.

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