#tendrils - Hello Poetry

~_Will the sunflower turn to us, will the clematis Stray down, bend to us, tendril and spray Clutch and cling?_ —T.S. Eliot, "Burnt Norton", Collected Poems 1909-1962 Tendrils Twining written January 21st, 2021 Tendrils twining tightly around pulling me towards? or is it away? or apart into pieces? wrapped tightly by tendrils twining these cherished treasures I have been pulled into resting here held safe while the world builds around over them and me and us until we are seen no more known no more remembered no more tendrils twining tightly around.

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Jan 21, 2021

Jan 21, 2021 at 3:49 PM UTC

clmathew

Tendrils twining

~_Will the sunflower turn to us, will the clematis Stray down, bend to us, tendril and spray Clutch and cling?_ —T.S. Eliot, "Burnt Norton", Collected Poems 1909-1962 Tendrils Twining written January 21st, 2021 Tendrils twining tightly around pulling me towards? or is it away? or apart into pieces? wrapped tightly by tendrils twining these cherished treasures I have been pulled into resting here held safe while the world builds around over them and me and us until we are seen no more known no more remembered no more tendrils twining tightly around.

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_Tendrils of drowsy pleasure entice and hypnotise, As daybreak storms; a rapturous collision, Of distorted cadences and scintillating harmonies, Between discarded blue-sky sheets._

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Aug 23, 2019

Aug 23, 2019 at 5:13 PM UTC

annh

Rhapsody In Blue

_Tendrils of drowsy pleasure entice and hypnotise, As daybreak storms; a rapturous collision, Of distorted cadences and scintillating harmonies, Between discarded blue-sky sheets._

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Sing the beloved Young lover, from far away Often, desire the night It overtakes us In an endless uproar We soon lost sight of the sun Listen as it makes itself hollow Where are the years between You and the surging abyss Lay there relieved with the sweetness Of a gentle world made for you Dreaming, flushed with what fevers Entangled in the tendrils Of inner event

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Aug 9, 2019

Aug 9, 2019 at 2:25 AM UTC

a-m-ryder

Lost Sight of the Sun

Sing the beloved Young lover, from far away Often, desire the night It overtakes us In an endless uproar We soon lost sight of the sun Listen as it makes itself hollow Where are the years between You and the surging abyss Lay there relieved with the sweetness Of a gentle world made for you Dreaming, flushed with what fevers Entangled in the tendrils Of inner event

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look not beneath scars lest night scowl for history screamed breaches unbidden rivulets red streamed as child song failed tendrils grasped by savage gusts discarded to rise as scented spring warmth loosens coverlets stirred untied waiting

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Dec 27, 2018

Dec 27, 2018 at 5:47 PM UTC

eleanor-prince

u n t i e d ~ ~ ~

look not beneath scars lest night scowl for history screamed breaches unbidden rivulets red streamed as child song failed tendrils grasped by savage gusts discarded to rise as scented spring warmth loosens coverlets stirred untied waiting

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I hate how anxiety even affects my sleep, its black sickly tendrils slithering into my mind and wrapping around my dreams, one by one. Gripping tightly and ensnaring its prey as it twists its scaly body around my soft dreams, suffocating them with its serpentine embrace. A ****** mist permeates my mind as I awaken from my slumber; dead dreams are all I see now. A mental battlefield strewn with the cold corpses of my hopes and dreams. Anxiety came like a thief in the night and took nothing, but killed everything. Sorrow is quickly snuffed out and replaced with rage. Rage and a new kind of hunger. My esurient soul is now ravenous for vengeance. This corpeal soul shall wage war of the likes only seen in legends of ancient battles between deities and monsters of long lost myths. My demons have won this battle, but the war has just begun

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Feb 25, 2018

Feb 25, 2018 at 5:37 PM UTC

Staffman

Anxiety

I hate how anxiety even affects my sleep, its black sickly tendrils slithering into my mind and wrapping around my dreams, one by one. Gripping tightly and ensnaring its prey as it twists its scaly body around my soft dreams, suffocating them with its serpentine embrace. A ****** mist permeates my mind as I awaken from my slumber; dead dreams are all I see now. A mental battlefield strewn with the cold corpses of my hopes and dreams. Anxiety came like a thief in the night and took nothing, but killed everything. Sorrow is quickly snuffed out and replaced with rage. Rage and a new kind of hunger. My esurient soul is now ravenous for vengeance. This corpeal soul shall wage war of the likes only seen in legends of ancient battles between deities and monsters of long lost myths. My demons have won this battle, but the war has just begun

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It was like an abyss. Swirling with emptiness, Consuming. Black nothingness. The color was like dark ink on white paper, Slowly creeping across untouched perfection, Staining the starkness. It reminded me of a lionfish, Slow and poisonous. Reaching 300 feet, The sun still breaks the surface with it's tendrils moving with the ocean, Scattering patterns, Creatures, The vulnerable into a predators' jaws. The deep dark. Where the fear of emptiness waits, Where the sun cannot reach, Rushing water filling your lungs, Where lungs cannot be lungs but filled with that dark ink. Your lungs thin as paper, Stained by the cold currents that continue to fill the empty space. Paralyzed while everything turns black.

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Jan 29, 2018

Jan 29, 2018 at 10:04 PM UTC

WritersGreed

The Deep Dark

It was like an abyss. Swirling with emptiness, Consuming. Black nothingness. The color was like dark ink on white paper, Slowly creeping across untouched perfection, Staining the starkness. It reminded me of a lionfish, Slow and poisonous. Reaching 300 feet, The sun still breaks the surface with it's tendrils moving with the ocean, Scattering patterns, Creatures, The vulnerable into a predators' jaws. The deep dark. Where the fear of emptiness waits, Where the sun cannot reach, Rushing water filling your lungs, Where lungs cannot be lungs but filled with that dark ink. Your lungs thin as paper, Stained by the cold currents that continue to fill the empty space. Paralyzed while everything turns black.

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Watercolor was a panic attack modern art was coming out of my mouth flowing spreading through the air in finger-like tendrils reaching out to those who have never lived

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May 1, 2017

May 1, 2017 at 9:03 PM UTC

raegan-meyer

What's Your Medium?

Watercolor was a panic attack modern art was coming out of my mouth flowing spreading through the air in finger-like tendrils reaching out to those who have never lived

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My hope is sequestered in a black void; it is hopelessly adrift in a tumultuous mass of negativity that devours any veins of light that dare to reveal themselves. I would follow it into the blackness if the thick, poisonous tendrils of gloom didn't bar my way. It seems that any heartfelt attempts at breaking down the blockage results in terrible growth of the tendrils, and so I'm emptily bound; my emotion has seeped into nonexistence.

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Nov 10, 2015

Nov 10, 2015 at 5:15 PM UTC

CodyHaag

The Black Void

My hope is sequestered in a black void; it is hopelessly adrift in a tumultuous mass of negativity that devours any veins of light that dare to reveal themselves. I would follow it into the blackness if the thick, poisonous tendrils of gloom didn't bar my way. It seems that any heartfelt attempts at breaking down the blockage results in terrible growth of the tendrils, and so I'm emptily bound; my emotion has seeped into nonexistence.

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"let's be still" Blared through comforting headphones "No, no, let's dance, let's dance" The little tendrils jiggled in anticipation "let us join that glorious dance" But no, 'tis not the time Though the energy rises And yearning, yearning, yearning My heart does cry - too soon! Too soon!!! Jumping into a dance With one foot Does not bide well for any dancing partner The little tendrils sighed - but may continue to grow Time over time over time The blood will settle in this wound Coagulate Cover over And soon - time over time over time Fall off to reveal shiny new And stronger, much stronger And the dance will be all the sweeter Devouring Let's be still Let's be still Oh still my beating, acheing, yearning heart! **** it! Won't you still!

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Sep 29, 2014

Sep 29, 2014 at 3:35 AM UTC

TuesdayPixie

Little Tendrils

"let's be still" Blared through comforting headphones "No, no, let's dance, let's dance" The little tendrils jiggled in anticipation "let us join that glorious dance" But no, 'tis not the time Though the energy rises And yearning, yearning, yearning My heart does cry - too soon! Too soon!!! Jumping into a dance With one foot Does not bide well for any dancing partner The little tendrils sighed - but may continue to grow Time over time over time The blood will settle in this wound Coagulate Cover over And soon - time over time over time Fall off to reveal shiny new And stronger, much stronger And the dance will be all the sweeter Devouring Let's be still Let's be still Oh still my beating, acheing, yearning heart! **** it! Won't you still!

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