#uproar - Hello Poetry

Loner of the planet Where dreams give way to musing, Flemditation and Jarvoy, Living with Jhello made of peppers, hot, Loons scouring cobbled city streets Frankenfood Well treated with modelparse wine, Reflecserve chortling along in Hollogramorphing phenoflutes; Plan to watch a mockumentary, broken by the doorbell - A fairy telegram: Invite to brunch From Trolly, Best friend, the only, One to teach me How to use my spork. Glad to lose the smog of this morn, I dress-up cheching the mirror: Great a fit of my suithalf.

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Jan 12, 2021

Jan 12, 2021 at 12:24 PM UTC

Theodora_Calimani

Seruproar

Loner of the planet Where dreams give way to musing, Flemditation and Jarvoy, Living with Jhello made of peppers, hot, Loons scouring cobbled city streets Frankenfood Well treated with modelparse wine, Reflecserve chortling along in Hollogramorphing phenoflutes; Plan to watch a mockumentary, broken by the doorbell - A fairy telegram: Invite to brunch From Trolly, Best friend, the only, One to teach me How to use my spork. Glad to lose the smog of this morn, I dress-up cheching the mirror: Great a fit of my suithalf.

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Poetry.. The bed of repose. He once thought.. He has forgotten the pathway to the bed of repose, where he deposites all weight of his troubles, uproar, burdens, aches and miseries, a bed of repose where he finds peace, a reflection from the divine stir. But literally not, cause even a blind man will not forget the scent of his bed of repose, a place where he has no worries of crashing, stumbling or falling.. Despite all the constant tumultuous stir, the gigantic upheaval upon upheaval, Quasi-typhoon from the resulting uproar beneath, aches and miseries, he always creeps, crawls sometimes even rolls and feel his way to his bed of repose. There he lays all his burdens, cause at the end no room or heart is actually enormous enough to accommodate his burdens.

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Sep 9, 2020

Sep 9, 2020 at 2:12 AM UTC

SanusiAyebabra

The bed of repose

Poetry.. The bed of repose. He once thought.. He has forgotten the pathway to the bed of repose, where he deposites all weight of his troubles, uproar, burdens, aches and miseries, a bed of repose where he finds peace, a reflection from the divine stir. But literally not, cause even a blind man will not forget the scent of his bed of repose, a place where he has no worries of crashing, stumbling or falling.. Despite all the constant tumultuous stir, the gigantic upheaval upon upheaval, Quasi-typhoon from the resulting uproar beneath, aches and miseries, he always creeps, crawls sometimes even rolls and feel his way to his bed of repose. There he lays all his burdens, cause at the end no room or heart is actually enormous enough to accommodate his burdens.

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This lamb now caged with lions; Soon to ride with horses Face my subjects,— With an overwritten expression, Cursed by ballyhoos of vultures. What a lampoon to be drawn in humanity,— As they pass to my sight,— Praying for confession— For a blessing of a new fashion, May the tomb be the veil of thy busts Beating drums, I shalt not stagger. On this stage,— I untied my cloth, Withstand the shaken land, I hear the wailing of the sand Mary whines blood this end.. Her Son's sleigh sweeping me.. Thy queen shalt flood— her fabric traught's pile. I knelt on the ground,— People whimpered with no sound —"Be tamed Black Stalwart, for thou art forgiven." To here falls the dillydoun's saw... "The raging agony and weight of strife,— May I beseech for Mercy! God, save this ****** ghost!— Never wilt I feel the land again... Light, hoise me up,—when my face sheds.." 'Whence the uproar sham this throne blown!' (THUD)

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May 10, 2020

May 10, 2020 at 2:26 AM UTC

fheyra

"Resurrection"– Execution

This lamb now caged with lions; Soon to ride with horses Face my subjects,— With an overwritten expression, Cursed by ballyhoos of vultures. What a lampoon to be drawn in humanity,— As they pass to my sight,— Praying for confession— For a blessing of a new fashion, May the tomb be the veil of thy busts Beating drums, I shalt not stagger. On this stage,— I untied my cloth, Withstand the shaken land, I hear the wailing of the sand Mary whines blood this end.. Her Son's sleigh sweeping me.. Thy queen shalt flood— her fabric traught's pile. I knelt on the ground,— People whimpered with no sound —"Be tamed Black Stalwart, for thou art forgiven." To here falls the dillydoun's saw... "The raging agony and weight of strife,— May I beseech for Mercy! God, save this ****** ghost!— Never wilt I feel the land again... Light, hoise me up,—when my face sheds.." 'Whence the uproar sham this throne blown!' (THUD)

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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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A beautiful mountain, white with snow A light breeze, a wind ice cold Frozen in time, I stare in awe Under ice is a heart so raw Diamonds glistening, ice shimmering An imbalance of time and minds dancing Beauty and despair frozen in ice Waiting for summer sun to pay the price Still and quiet, but the pain screams in your head Frozen in place beside your bed Staring into the pains A hundred rocks flow through your veins A thousand needles biting skin Outward calm, but screaming within Summer warmth approaching Ice slowly melting, diamonds gleaming With perseverance you break the ice It falls, shattering, what a sacrifice I watch as there is nothing I can do As your body shed the ice encasing you It is beauty and despair, intertwined Dripping to the floor, Oh how I adore To watch you come alive. An uproar! No longer frozen, full of motion As if watching a glistening ocean You stand tall, high above us all For you melted the ice, made it fall Leaving only a memory Your fight so strong, dauntlessly Standing, living, believing, and yet... Your feet are wet, so with regret I must inform of icy returns Gone are the days of summer sunburns For ice will come, it will be done Your body shunned from our warm sun You will freeze again, be lost again Icy diamonds will shine like back then You must remain strong while waiting, Frozen in time that is crippling Shed your ice everyday, overcome One day Summer will stay and all this will be done

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Oct 3, 2018

Oct 3, 2018 at 12:43 PM UTC

Dani32316

Praying for Summer to Stay

A beautiful mountain, white with snow A light breeze, a wind ice cold Frozen in time, I stare in awe Under ice is a heart so raw Diamonds glistening, ice shimmering An imbalance of time and minds dancing Beauty and despair frozen in ice Waiting for summer sun to pay the price Still and quiet, but the pain screams in your head Frozen in place beside your bed Staring into the pains A hundred rocks flow through your veins A thousand needles biting skin Outward calm, but screaming within Summer warmth approaching Ice slowly melting, diamonds gleaming With perseverance you break the ice It falls, shattering, what a sacrifice I watch as there is nothing I can do As your body shed the ice encasing you It is beauty and despair, intertwined Dripping to the floor, Oh how I adore To watch you come alive. An uproar! No longer frozen, full of motion As if watching a glistening ocean You stand tall, high above us all For you melted the ice, made it fall Leaving only a memory Your fight so strong, dauntlessly Standing, living, believing, and yet... Your feet are wet, so with regret I must inform of icy returns Gone are the days of summer sunburns For ice will come, it will be done Your body shunned from our warm sun You will freeze again, be lost again Icy diamonds will shine like back then You must remain strong while waiting, Frozen in time that is crippling Shed your ice everyday, overcome One day Summer will stay and all this will be done

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When all the rocks will have been thrown and the last crumb will be blown in the wind, when even the final pledge will has been violated and just the darkness will offer us refuge, in the deafening uproar of the fear your whisper will be my guide, the unseen my only certainty. I'll find you, my soul, and we'll raise silently on transparent wings of golden bees, above it all, finally free to forget.

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Mar 3, 2017

Mar 3, 2017 at 4:14 PM UTC

raffaella-damiani

SILENTLY

When all the rocks will have been thrown and the last crumb will be blown in the wind, when even the final pledge will has been violated and just the darkness will offer us refuge, in the deafening uproar of the fear your whisper will be my guide, the unseen my only certainty. I'll find you, my soul, and we'll raise silently on transparent wings of golden bees, above it all, finally free to forget.

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Isn't it enough to love and respect them? Isn't it enough to do as they say? Isn't it enough to spend time with them? Isn't it enough to be who they want me to be? Apparently not as it seems The slightest protest or defiance Will cause an uproar As their good girl Has been influenced to have a Troublesome attitude Along with her own opinions

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Jul 15, 2015

Jul 15, 2015 at 8:38 AM UTC

the-silent-catastrophe

Good Girl

Isn't it enough to love and respect them? Isn't it enough to do as they say? Isn't it enough to spend time with them? Isn't it enough to be who they want me to be? Apparently not as it seems The slightest protest or defiance Will cause an uproar As their good girl Has been influenced to have a Troublesome attitude Along with her own opinions

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