#signatures - Hello Poetry

foam signatures remained on the shoreline telling of wave flow

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Mar 19, 2021

Mar 19, 2021 at 2:45 PM UTC

ElizabethSquires

Haiku

foam signatures remained on the shoreline telling of wave flow

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Don't make me watch you, Falling out of love. Watching you fight, It makes me miserable. Just give up already. You've got your rings, And it's still not real. Just admit it, It's over. Sign the papers, please, and Cut the tie that binds. It'll set me free, too.

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Mar 22, 2018

Mar 22, 2018 at 9:59 PM UTC

adrianaa

I can hear your fighting through the door and my headphones on full volume. It's impressive, really.

Don't make me watch you, Falling out of love. Watching you fight, It makes me miserable. Just give up already. You've got your rings, And it's still not real. Just admit it, It's over. Sign the papers, please, and Cut the tie that binds. It'll set me free, too.

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Time has a lot to tell.... I wonder with age Which holds more relevance The pleasure of thought or the dangers of feeling? I am a fool but I can tell you, that history is due to repeat itself. We desire revenge BUT NEVER dig the grave we will lay in. Change is inevitable and so are the laws that govern death. Do you understand... Time has told us a lot, DON'T YOU THINK? ©Hansmind, 2017

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Dec 24, 2017

Dec 24, 2017 at 12:30 PM UTC

poet-kiri

Seasoned Thoughts of a Mortal

Time has a lot to tell.... I wonder with age Which holds more relevance The pleasure of thought or the dangers of feeling? I am a fool but I can tell you, that history is due to repeat itself. We desire revenge BUT NEVER dig the grave we will lay in. Change is inevitable and so are the laws that govern death. Do you understand... Time has told us a lot, DON'T YOU THINK? ©Hansmind, 2017

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They said, I live amongst the unseen, I run wild like a gray cloud That rains sunshine And hope under the storm That a mob could cook up, But the smell only tickles from the chimney top. They call them the cowards and humble Who live like flowers that blossom to pieces Left, to ripe and continue to flow the cycle. My existence was just but human, Full of lust like a desire to have the thigh of a chicken So tender I knew what love was not, I saw a vision to a time I tell you. I… Existed to feel the blood only pump through my veins With no will to testify, I lived amongst the disturbed and unseen I was displaced in the odds of the truth of life you could not get a glimpse of. The color of an apple is nor dripping red, like *** on the edge on a hot chilly night Because I was just but human to the point It was indeed. As my father once told me Fear is a friend while hate is a story, Concur your weight and curve the other to your imagination And see like the rest Be the coward like the snakes that slither Around you like emblems they desire, Humble yourself to the sky For there is no limit and soar like the wind for You’re not the bird that follows but Understands that life could be history And you will forever be JUST BUT HUMAN! 1000 Signatures. Poet Kiri. ©Hansmind, 2017

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Dec 24, 2017

Dec 24, 2017 at 12:29 PM UTC

poet-kiri

JUST BUT HUMAN

They said, I live amongst the unseen, I run wild like a gray cloud That rains sunshine And hope under the storm That a mob could cook up, But the smell only tickles from the chimney top. They call them the cowards and humble Who live like flowers that blossom to pieces Left, to ripe and continue to flow the cycle. My existence was just but human, Full of lust like a desire to have the thigh of a chicken So tender I knew what love was not, I saw a vision to a time I tell you. I… Existed to feel the blood only pump through my veins With no will to testify, I lived amongst the disturbed and unseen I was displaced in the odds of the truth of life you could not get a glimpse of. The color of an apple is nor dripping red, like *** on the edge on a hot chilly night Because I was just but human to the point It was indeed. As my father once told me Fear is a friend while hate is a story, Concur your weight and curve the other to your imagination And see like the rest Be the coward like the snakes that slither Around you like emblems they desire, Humble yourself to the sky For there is no limit and soar like the wind for You’re not the bird that follows but Understands that life could be history And you will forever be JUST BUT HUMAN! 1000 Signatures. Poet Kiri. ©Hansmind, 2017

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