#tornados - Hello Poetry

When we scrape our knees as children, our parents taught us to get up and keep a going. See obstacles in life the tornados, hurricanes, and walls, like scratches, cuts, bruises, and sometimes breaks. See them as opportunities to rise up and face the new day. To keep going with optimism, as taught but sometimes forgotten.

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Feb 3, 2018

Feb 3, 2018 at 8:29 AM UTC

star-bg

Sometimes Forgotten

When we scrape our knees as children, our parents taught us to get up and keep a going. See obstacles in life the tornados, hurricanes, and walls, like scratches, cuts, bruises, and sometimes breaks. See them as opportunities to rise up and face the new day. To keep going with optimism, as taught but sometimes forgotten.

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I see you stirring out in the far southwest Just now I feel your wind licking my face I see something so awesomely beautiful . I want you to come home to my place I see your naked thighs shaking your hips of desire I am amazed as you snake through my ruins Throwing kisses of debris Stripping off the bark of my trunk I long for your twisted breath in my hair as you pound my foundation to the ground You splinter my resistance My bricks fall into your embrace Your black hair goes flared Be my tornadic love affair Stay with me until your thunder bares All lightnings charge making me glow everywhere Twirl me , separate me , take your toll I lie under your spell

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Feb 10, 2015

Feb 10, 2015 at 8:48 PM UTC

South-by-Southwest

Be My Tornado

I see you stirring out in the far southwest Just now I feel your wind licking my face I see something so awesomely beautiful . I want you to come home to my place I see your naked thighs shaking your hips of desire I am amazed as you snake through my ruins Throwing kisses of debris Stripping off the bark of my trunk I long for your twisted breath in my hair as you pound my foundation to the ground You splinter my resistance My bricks fall into your embrace Your black hair goes flared Be my tornadic love affair Stay with me until your thunder bares All lightnings charge making me glow everywhere Twirl me , separate me , take your toll I lie under your spell

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First it was a tornado, Then it became a lion, And one day it'll become a memory, Floating... Somewhere... Burning paper tips at the end of clouds like ember, And sunsets dipping below horizons, To conclude that life... Moves on... Isn't it beautiful though? Ripples like an angel's vibrato across waves. Singing in harmony with perfection. Silhouettes and dancing shadows, Stretching beyond vision, Disappearing under currents, And making itself known in another hemisphere. Peaking and rising and sharing its beauty with someone else. While its absence is mourned. Until it returns in the morning again. Bring new hope.

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Oct 14, 2014

Oct 14, 2014 at 10:10 PM UTC

deneka-raquel

Lion #2 (Symbosis)

First it was a tornado, Then it became a lion, And one day it'll become a memory, Floating... Somewhere... Burning paper tips at the end of clouds like ember, And sunsets dipping below horizons, To conclude that life... Moves on... Isn't it beautiful though? Ripples like an angel's vibrato across waves. Singing in harmony with perfection. Silhouettes and dancing shadows, Stretching beyond vision, Disappearing under currents, And making itself known in another hemisphere. Peaking and rising and sharing its beauty with someone else. While its absence is mourned. Until it returns in the morning again. Bring new hope.

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