#surrounding - Hello Poetry

The doors slid aside at Métro 1, A interminable tube driven by an inhumane robot, To take hundreds to their lovers, their homes, their offices. A girl fantasying about her lover, A man scathe in love, An old woman enamored with The Price of Salt, facing the young man with a Kindle spirit. A foreign girl with passion for the city, slides through the crowd, And an indigenous man wished he was somewhere else than here. At the next stop a man bids a farewell kiss to her girlfriend. And in comes a middle-aged couple, Enters in with a hatred for one another. I stood for my final stop, the doors slid aside, and I got down. A couple of goodbye words to these swaths of strangers, who color my dark life with smiles and tears. "Farewell strangers, I shall meet you another day at another time."

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Feb 7, 2021

Feb 7, 2021 at 6:29 PM UTC

rajanlad

Palais Royale to Porte Maillot

The doors slid aside at Métro 1, A interminable tube driven by an inhumane robot, To take hundreds to their lovers, their homes, their offices. A girl fantasying about her lover, A man scathe in love, An old woman enamored with The Price of Salt, facing the young man with a Kindle spirit. A foreign girl with passion for the city, slides through the crowd, And an indigenous man wished he was somewhere else than here. At the next stop a man bids a farewell kiss to her girlfriend. And in comes a middle-aged couple, Enters in with a hatred for one another. I stood for my final stop, the doors slid aside, and I got down. A couple of goodbye words to these swaths of strangers, who color my dark life with smiles and tears. "Farewell strangers, I shall meet you another day at another time."

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Some are good in look See them Some have good voice Hear them Some have good heart Feel them Some have kind soul Get connected They are your tribe If you find someone Nothing good at Light them up They are the one You should work on

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Jan 2, 2021

Jan 2, 2021 at 9:36 AM UTC

mystic-ink-plus

Surrounding

Some are good in look See them Some have good voice Hear them Some have good heart Feel them Some have kind soul Get connected They are your tribe If you find someone Nothing good at Light them up They are the one You should work on

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Success is an illusion, Luck – brad. Lived in the hot Georgia Sullen Swede. Afraid of the sun, Sat in the shadows. Cut on a log The tick-days. In a secluded green Honey pears Dreamed of mold, Sought in the wilderness. Shells piled In a big bag. Crossword puzzle solving And sang rhyme.

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Mar 28, 2019

Mar 28, 2019 at 9:20 PM UTC

ilyakri

Sullen Swede

Success is an illusion, Luck – brad. Lived in the hot Georgia Sullen Swede. Afraid of the sun, Sat in the shadows. Cut on a log The tick-days. In a secluded green Honey pears Dreamed of mold, Sought in the wilderness. Shells piled In a big bag. Crossword puzzle solving And sang rhyme.

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I live in a world of encrusted lies. In a world of hellos that never come again after goodbyes . A world where they say you can't do anything right before you're worthless . I live in a world of constant distress. A world where we choose hahas over **** you A world where we wait for red to turn into blue . I live in a world of worries Where nobody gives a **** unless they're inside your story . A world of pretty lies and unspoken truths A world with philosophy questioning our never ending route . What's a lie they say Because they say at least one everyday. But they're good aren't they? I've been wrapped up in them for the past decade. I'll drown in them by the time I'm 30. Die with them when my coffin waits for me.

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Oct 3, 2018

Oct 3, 2018 at 2:12 PM UTC

stranger_poetry

):LiEs:)

I live in a world of encrusted lies. In a world of hellos that never come again after goodbyes . A world where they say you can't do anything right before you're worthless . I live in a world of constant distress. A world where we choose hahas over **** you A world where we wait for red to turn into blue . I live in a world of worries Where nobody gives a **** unless they're inside your story . A world of pretty lies and unspoken truths A world with philosophy questioning our never ending route . What's a lie they say Because they say at least one everyday. But they're good aren't they? I've been wrapped up in them for the past decade. I'll drown in them by the time I'm 30. Die with them when my coffin waits for me.

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oblivious to surrounding seeing inner strength a cane guides

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Jun 10, 2018

Jun 10, 2018 at 4:06 PM UTC

poetic-t

oblivious to surrounding

oblivious to surrounding seeing inner strength a cane guides

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I have been alone, How alone you ask? So alone, Even the tears flowed away, Bearing disapproval to my state So alone, That my lungs haven't been polished for years, With breath shared by a beautiful soul The windows, they stare at their own scars The old doors, go either way to closure, The torn roofs welcome the rain But the drops fill spaces, Not hearts

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Oct 15, 2017

Oct 15, 2017 at 10:55 AM UTC

Bbek_deep132

I have been alone

I have been alone, How alone you ask? So alone, Even the tears flowed away, Bearing disapproval to my state So alone, That my lungs haven't been polished for years, With breath shared by a beautiful soul The windows, they stare at their own scars The old doors, go either way to closure, The torn roofs welcome the rain But the drops fill spaces, Not hearts

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is there any word which can define this surrounding when it is giving you happiness

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Oct 4, 2017

Oct 4, 2017 at 12:08 PM UTC

kainat_rasheed

happy is surrounding

is there any word which can define this surrounding when it is giving you happiness

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one, two Breathe, one, two Breathe... Train yourself, steady, one, two... Whenever you feel like everything is ending Take one, two... Breathe... Whenever you think that nothing is working Take one, two steps back and Breathe Because it's one thing to suffocate on fear, But another to realize that you can take one, two, three steps back and... Breathe And figure out you still have enough air to change the atmosphere.

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Nov 2, 2016

Nov 2, 2016 at 9:31 PM UTC

MaybeClarity

Breathe

one, two Breathe, one, two Breathe... Train yourself, steady, one, two... Whenever you feel like everything is ending Take one, two... Breathe... Whenever you think that nothing is working Take one, two steps back and Breathe Because it's one thing to suffocate on fear, But another to realize that you can take one, two, three steps back and... Breathe And figure out you still have enough air to change the atmosphere.

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better get the idea of learning new things. through experienced you know. It comes from you.

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Aug 28, 2016

Aug 28, 2016 at 9:10 AM UTC

jerelii

Knowledge

better get the idea of learning new things. through experienced you know. It comes from you.

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Sun is shining upon the city view water running under ground sat on the rock I found on a dead end road the remains of a school shattered glass on the floor worn out road markings softly birds tweeting and a stray ginger cat all this found in an abandoned part of town

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Apr 20, 2016

Apr 20, 2016 at 12:10 PM UTC

gray-rain

Abandoned Part Of Town

Sun is shining upon the city view water running under ground sat on the rock I found on a dead end road the remains of a school shattered glass on the floor worn out road markings softly birds tweeting and a stray ginger cat all this found in an abandoned part of town

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~The sensation of experiencing everything Everything is never nothing; worthy of remembering ~ Beauty surrounding your senses, inhale with every breath You're invincible, the outline image of mystery ~ Looking over with increased anticipation All words are shuffled with variation ~ Confident in your surroundings, anywhere and everywhere Thrilling vibes, never realize a judgmental stare ~ Only recognize the unrecognizable, every detail Every aspect of life, all in different realities ~ Immortal visions, images sufficient for a lifetime Liberating memories, sensational at its very prime ~ Gleaming within the mind, I feel the feels you feel With intertwined consciousness, we debate on what's real ~ Implausible explanations, never impossible excuses To acquire this forever, would inflict internal bruises ~ This level of fun, fundamental producer of freedom For, this prosperous feeling rids you of being numb ~Meagan Williams 1.15.13

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Jan 21, 2013

Jan 21, 2013 at 5:49 AM UTC

meagan-3

Fun~

~The sensation of experiencing everything Everything is never nothing; worthy of remembering ~ Beauty surrounding your senses, inhale with every breath You're invincible, the outline image of mystery ~ Looking over with increased anticipation All words are shuffled with variation ~ Confident in your surroundings, anywhere and everywhere Thrilling vibes, never realize a judgmental stare ~ Only recognize the unrecognizable, every detail Every aspect of life, all in different realities ~ Immortal visions, images sufficient for a lifetime Liberating memories, sensational at its very prime ~ Gleaming within the mind, I feel the feels you feel With intertwined consciousness, we debate on what's real ~ Implausible explanations, never impossible excuses To acquire this forever, would inflict internal bruises ~ This level of fun, fundamental producer of freedom For, this prosperous feeling rids you of being numb ~Meagan Williams 1.15.13

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I am the water that trickles down your throat With each gulp you drink into me-I satiate I am the air your lungs breathe in and out Filling each breath only to be expelled consistently I am the empty space between your blinks The lacuna that widens your range of sight I am the sun that beats down on your coat Nourishing your cold bones- becoming emaciate I am the moon pulling the ocean in and out Mystifying your unmitigated thought persistently I am the matter surrounding all you think Which must cause you quite the horrid fright Love breathes into life; Without life, love dies.

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Jul 14, 2014

Jul 14, 2014 at 2:36 AM UTC

GracePickard

Contiguous

I am the water that trickles down your throat With each gulp you drink into me-I satiate I am the air your lungs breathe in and out Filling each breath only to be expelled consistently I am the empty space between your blinks The lacuna that widens your range of sight I am the sun that beats down on your coat Nourishing your cold bones- becoming emaciate I am the moon pulling the ocean in and out Mystifying your unmitigated thought persistently I am the matter surrounding all you think Which must cause you quite the horrid fright Love breathes into life; Without life, love dies.

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