#summation - Hello Poetry

if i never came i'd never know what i've seen if i never leave i'll never see the rest of everything

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Nov 10, 2025

Nov 10, 2025 at 7:18 AM UTC

thepoetjaredchristian

A Wanderer's Summation

if i never came i'd never know what i've seen if i never leave i'll never see the rest of everything

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A king with six fingers An extra thumb, that would make shrewd proud Salacious and acrimonious, to collect life lingers With a superiority, the taint of sincerity in sorrow's cloud? Stupendous, the fate of uniqueness to crave Suggestion is a warfare in love, with simpler guarantee's Found in the eyes of harmony, a tale of citied shade Was a harrowing sense of today, asking itself to lead? A promise to the birth of tomorrow A secret of finish and fire, to learn the lucre of salt A chance with jaded few, to collect the ideal we borrow A horse of challenge, a cause to look and see, a rages fault? Feel better, you ******* Share the can't with a kind dragon This faerie and a spoon of weary medicine, is on the dole With a **** moon in the blessing of the hills, with a stuck wagon? Death just made perfume out of me... Death must be a hallowed shine, of something butter Death is a trusting shoulder, with another dragon on we'd Death was my best friend, until a silvery shoe, said dire utterly So, what should a savior's moon, do? Berried or buried in silence, a tradition of sour reproach Has the kindness to question a child, for a drink of water due In the bedroom, where the answer is obviously a host... Of a worldly smile, that comes with the opposite *** Spare and faint, terror is for those who would anticipate A prides shadow, in which a house of ghost's is elect When embarrassed reasons come home, for a misery to wait... Am pity's task... Says the king, the queen and the royal deodorant Wishes worth adding whisker's for a noble moon, isn't to ask... A fool of sweet teeth, if a night of cares, has day to wonder?

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Sep 27, 2025

Sep 27, 2025 at 8:28 AM UTC

david-hilburn

So, The Cat Ate Roast Beef For *****

A king with six fingers An extra thumb, that would make shrewd proud Salacious and acrimonious, to collect life lingers With a superiority, the taint of sincerity in sorrow's cloud? Stupendous, the fate of uniqueness to crave Suggestion is a warfare in love, with simpler guarantee's Found in the eyes of harmony, a tale of citied shade Was a harrowing sense of today, asking itself to lead? A promise to the birth of tomorrow A secret of finish and fire, to learn the lucre of salt A chance with jaded few, to collect the ideal we borrow A horse of challenge, a cause to look and see, a rages fault? Feel better, you ******* Share the can't with a kind dragon This faerie and a spoon of weary medicine, is on the dole With a **** moon in the blessing of the hills, with a stuck wagon? Death just made perfume out of me... Death must be a hallowed shine, of something butter Death is a trusting shoulder, with another dragon on we'd Death was my best friend, until a silvery shoe, said dire utterly So, what should a savior's moon, do? Berried or buried in silence, a tradition of sour reproach Has the kindness to question a child, for a drink of water due In the bedroom, where the answer is obviously a host... Of a worldly smile, that comes with the opposite *** Spare and faint, terror is for those who would anticipate A prides shadow, in which a house of ghost's is elect When embarrassed reasons come home, for a misery to wait... Am pity's task... Says the king, the queen and the royal deodorant Wishes worth adding whisker's for a noble moon, isn't to ask... A fool of sweet teeth, if a night of cares, has day to wonder?

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Serendipity True to through Though, a rainbow travel far The question of might, is openly should A house of energy's Quiet critique Halt and habit, specific Live sincerity's life well, we have each Doors may close And suspect a chaste Is a courage to pose The other side of promises, fast The conquering of death, with dread Ahead is a boding continue Of what we know, is a living lead To the sigh of consummation, with liberty due... We see the creation, the commotion Owed a love, by the reality of sakes Made to keep a rolling serve of devotion To the mercy of us, all of a lover's might, with which we make...

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Oct 10, 2024

Oct 10, 2024 at 9:22 AM UTC

david-hilburn

Truer Offering's, "The Fault Of Love"

Serendipity True to through Though, a rainbow travel far The question of might, is openly should A house of energy's Quiet critique Halt and habit, specific Live sincerity's life well, we have each Doors may close And suspect a chaste Is a courage to pose The other side of promises, fast The conquering of death, with dread Ahead is a boding continue Of what we know, is a living lead To the sigh of consummation, with liberty due... We see the creation, the commotion Owed a love, by the reality of sakes Made to keep a rolling serve of devotion To the mercy of us, all of a lover's might, with which we make...

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