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A slender white cloud, tells wind its tale, dissolves! The sky's smile vanishes.
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Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 2:04 AM UTC
Sadness of universe
Tall and dark A handsome face She walks amoungst the thorns Pricking them first Laughter in angst Remorse in the joyous Eyebrows flare, eyes rolled to white She dulled the jewels on the beetles back She convinced the bird to veer from flight She crushed the soul of the earth’s core Crunched it like a pit And let bloom decay.
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Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 11:51 PM UTC
Slender
Twenty four hours stretching to a century Engulfing the four walls Of the lonely abode haunting the soul Of the grief stricken me An enstranged tear restless to roll down, My gloomy, rosy cheek Steps down from their abode Leaving behind a trail of Tell-tale blackest kohl Memoires of you, Haunting, transending.. And Oh! this taunting moon Hiding behind the moving clouds Peeping out, mocking at My vunerable, lonely state Brushing back my wet locks I softly murmur your name Against my powerless slender palm When will you help me out from this pitiable state O my Eloquer....!! © Neeloo 'NeelPari'
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Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 1:14 PM UTC
Taunting moon
The glorious power of Christ’s crucifixion transcends… all thoughts of Human reasoning; for the slender portion of one drop of His blood provides Life Everlasting to any man, willing to humble himself, to ask for forgiveness and to confess his dependence on Yahweh. We’re not worthy of the continual flowing of His Mercy and Grace, without a relationship with Him! Selah! Everyday, each born-again child, that is filled with gratitude and thankfulness, should shout: Thank You, Lord, for my redemption and the wondrous gift of Salvation!
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Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 5:57 AM UTC
Poem: Slender Portion
Fix me, so I wouldn't lose. Fix my brain so I would crave For blessings that my mother chooses. Hurt's not me, for giving up Is same as letting sand and dust Slip languidly through slender arms. Fix me, since these poems do Appear of lines without a rhyme. Fix me so I knew who I am writing too.
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Jun 25, 2017
Jun 25, 2017 at 4:19 PM UTC
Fix Me
Green Refreshing Maturing to become Grains that will feed us WIth the sweat of the farmer WIth the tears of the widows and daughters WIth the sorrow of the indebted .. WIth the curse of the deprived and downtrodden.. We don't see the stories behind the scene We relish the fancy recipes of the Master Chefs Of fragrant rice, golden rice and the slim and slender grains We forget the dark, thin, slender bodies who make it for us...
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Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 9:19 AM UTC
The Green Killing Fields
How many gallons Of rain did you drink? When you stood outside the gates, Waving, "Hey!" You stood still, jumping As the rain showered Your slender body And boggèd it down; And that, dear friend, is what I love you for.
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Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 9:45 PM UTC
Ten Gallons
I put my head down on my pillow at night, I smile as I close my eyes. Because I know that I don't have to feel frightened. Because Slendy's peeping, keeping close eyes on me all the time. Slendy knows, I'm only five. Just like he knows my brother Johnny is nine. But Johnny doesn't like Slendy too much. He says he's scarey and frightens him to the touch. But I like Slendy. I've told him every time. Slendy means no harm! That's why I don't hide. "Come now child" I hear Slendy call, He's waving his arms, So flimsy and long.. They don't scare me though. Because I know that Slendy's my friend. Not a ****** "JANE!" Slendy starts to move away, I move towards him in such a sudden daze, But I hear my mommy keep calling my name. "JANE!" I look away from Slendy to see her running to me. "What are you doing?" I asked her as she picked me up, As she held me Slendy vanished. He was gone. That was the last time I saw him. But I know he's watching me, Slendy always talks to me.
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Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 3:18 AM UTC
Slendy Still Watches Me..
A large, bony hand comes out of the darkness And ruffled my hair I looked up and saw a tall man He seemed to lack a face He said, "Do not fear, child. I only want to play." He took me to his manor and said "Now, you are here to stay."
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Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 5:55 PM UTC
Darkest Friend A Child Can Have