#stregnth - Hello Poetry

Gale looked outward. Stared dead at the tyrant approaching. The wind did not chill her; She chilled the wind. Haunted it. Whenever it blew you could be sure She’d be there, standing against it: Standing like a poplar- No, taller- Drinking wine in the embers, A tree that fought the enemy. Cries carried on a breeze, Watching the world As it falls to its knees Because Gale won’t be Felled. She’s a force to be reckoned with.

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Sep 7, 2019

Sep 7, 2019 at 4:33 PM UTC

C-rachel

Heavy Weather

Gale looked outward. Stared dead at the tyrant approaching. The wind did not chill her; She chilled the wind. Haunted it. Whenever it blew you could be sure She’d be there, standing against it: Standing like a poplar- No, taller- Drinking wine in the embers, A tree that fought the enemy. Cries carried on a breeze, Watching the world As it falls to its knees Because Gale won’t be Felled. She’s a force to be reckoned with.

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Our minds will continue to race evermore. Most will circuit exhaustingly around the same tract; repetitively crossing the same checkpoints. However very few are ****** with the judgement of dissatisfaction even whilst nudging at the summit of enlightenment; he who will perpetually bring enthusiastic evolution onto society.

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Jun 14, 2018

Jun 14, 2018 at 4:34 AM UTC

DamareMcElmore

Lets Race not Race

Our minds will continue to race evermore. Most will circuit exhaustingly around the same tract; repetitively crossing the same checkpoints. However very few are ****** with the judgement of dissatisfaction even whilst nudging at the summit of enlightenment; he who will perpetually bring enthusiastic evolution onto society.

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Daisy. A little flower with white petals that sometimes turn pink. An orange centre that withstands the constant extraction of those petals, with the pang and echo of tiny voices shouting “He loves me; he loves me not”- Often mistaken for a **** Daisy. A girl who winces with insecurity Every time the nearest dandelion clock is Plucked from the soiled earth around her. She watches with wet, reddened eyes as she is paralysed (If being limbless can equate to such a feeling) And unable to stop the careless children blow away Time as if it were some sort of lark- Seed by seed. Daisy. A witness to the exposure of stalks and leaves alike; A veteran of the unwanted embrace and, indeed, The wanton thieving of petals and memories and silence and voice Combined. She is swaying but explicitly not Bending to the wind. She stands her ground, and She has blossomed.

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Mar 19, 2018

Mar 19, 2018 at 5:25 PM UTC

C-rachel

Femme de la Femme

Daisy. A little flower with white petals that sometimes turn pink. An orange centre that withstands the constant extraction of those petals, with the pang and echo of tiny voices shouting “He loves me; he loves me not”- Often mistaken for a **** Daisy. A girl who winces with insecurity Every time the nearest dandelion clock is Plucked from the soiled earth around her. She watches with wet, reddened eyes as she is paralysed (If being limbless can equate to such a feeling) And unable to stop the careless children blow away Time as if it were some sort of lark- Seed by seed. Daisy. A witness to the exposure of stalks and leaves alike; A veteran of the unwanted embrace and, indeed, The wanton thieving of petals and memories and silence and voice Combined. She is swaying but explicitly not Bending to the wind. She stands her ground, and She has blossomed.

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front and centered about face warriors unite & win thy race captivity is no more a mire illusion of a mindless roar subconsciously I'm fearless reincarnation of a lioness crawling from the abyss of nightmares & terror knowing that you here knowing that you hear knowing that you heard my silent weeps into the night no more freight its always been alright traveling through a dark tunnel, yet I see the light keep going, keep on a going victory is mine.

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May 31, 2016

May 31, 2016 at 12:06 PM UTC

PoeticDes

victory

front and centered about face warriors unite & win thy race captivity is no more a mire illusion of a mindless roar subconsciously I'm fearless reincarnation of a lioness crawling from the abyss of nightmares & terror knowing that you here knowing that you hear knowing that you heard my silent weeps into the night no more freight its always been alright traveling through a dark tunnel, yet I see the light keep going, keep on a going victory is mine.

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I’d like to hear the silence of space Count the people in my head Organize the personalities Separate the good from the bad Hear a new voice Because it’s easy to be sad Find the version of me That keeps me happy Instead Discover that voice Among the people in my head That shouts Be good and Free! Always reminding me Have Faith that you were made PERFECTLY

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Aug 20, 2014

Aug 20, 2014 at 7:26 AM UTC

clay

Reassurance

I’d like to hear the silence of space Count the people in my head Organize the personalities Separate the good from the bad Hear a new voice Because it’s easy to be sad Find the version of me That keeps me happy Instead Discover that voice Among the people in my head That shouts Be good and Free! Always reminding me Have Faith that you were made PERFECTLY

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