#worldliness - Hello Poetry

Is The Sun Trying To Eat Me?

Watch the sun... Aptly, the hunger of love Simply, a future in an eye's cunning? Shapes of sharing's life, to come... True to sleep...? Here is a waiting few Asked to wish, a future is seek...? A stigmata in more than a day too soon... Beginnings Or, we found a sense of strength... In the sate of promises, with endings Of clashes, that becomes a due length... Might, is this promise...? Stay with our slumber, a conscience To wake myself, or a friend? Am I patience, or a preparing essence? Home and heaven... Why, am I is, when be is kind? Prayer is any of a source of living, if A hope ever can be, a lover's mind?

Do shadows clash? With a light's, oracle...? Should we intone, the sleep of passion? Still in a night's touch, is love a suspense of, milk? Miracles that reach for chastity... Have a naming game in mind, for heed Peek, poorer for a question's vanity Of the solace of a wish, for another wish to lead... We are the silence, the ghost Of a need's chance, you know Like a sojourn, with a dread's host The place of reason, has become a you... Rage, rationalize this... Quiet of subtle time, forms A vivid accusation, has become a lover's kiss Ready to keep it all, in the hand of norms Breath of worth, later The might of wishes will become a lover's fate Now in the presence and prayers, of honor sated By the shy sight of ingenue, will we know the blessing of a wishes privacy?

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Apr 26, 2025

Apr 26, 2025 at 12:08 PM UTC

Orders Of Oddity, Have Passed The Gauntlet

Do shadows clash? With a light's, oracle...? Should we intone, the sleep of passion? Still in a night's touch, is love a suspense of, milk? Miracles that reach for chastity... Have a naming game in mind, for heed Peek, poorer for a question's vanity Of the solace of a wish, for another wish to lead... We are the silence, the ghost Of a need's chance, you know Like a sojourn, with a dread's host The place of reason, has become a you... Rage, rationalize this... Quiet of subtle time, forms A vivid accusation, has become a lover's kiss Ready to keep it all, in the hand of norms Breath of worth, later The might of wishes will become a lover's fate Now in the presence and prayers, of honor sated By the shy sight of ingenue, will we know the blessing of a wishes privacy?

Talc, with no time Appropriate to simplify another's wish Since, in a senses chew, the crusp and the rhyme Letting the sun wind its way around a finger, a subtle is... Weight of an argument, in future language I have seen a whole dilemma, in love The thought of strength, the taut and strange Has a quiet answer for us...? Tomorrow is my future, the tale of youth in song Reconciliation, to work a liberty's magic In the name of distant courage's, a heroism among The place of desiring a fame, is it ours for the tragic? Today has such a cold stare, for each And beloved above, for any soul able to mean The voice of redemption, a clash in the fate of reach That has become but food for thought, with sincerity to glean Yesterday to step forward, toward the patience we, sake Welcome to the city of the sun, a praise of misery And the coming mention of worth, from lips to fury, make Me the truth, a halt of wishes in secluded lines, lived in history The dance and the stone of cleverness? Sides of worlds in love with me, not the avoiding heart We saw make the story of wantonness, a presence of dread Adding but the voice of summation, are we a new day to start?

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Apr 15, 2025

Apr 15, 2025 at 1:56 PM UTC

I Can See Your Second Wind, Have Babies

Talc, with no time Appropriate to simplify another's wish Since, in a senses chew, the crusp and the rhyme Letting the sun wind its way around a finger, a subtle is... Weight of an argument, in future language I have seen a whole dilemma, in love The thought of strength, the taut and strange Has a quiet answer for us...? Tomorrow is my future, the tale of youth in song Reconciliation, to work a liberty's magic In the name of distant courage's, a heroism among The place of desiring a fame, is it ours for the tragic? Today has such a cold stare, for each And beloved above, for any soul able to mean The voice of redemption, a clash in the fate of reach That has become but food for thought, with sincerity to glean Yesterday to step forward, toward the patience we, sake Welcome to the city of the sun, a praise of misery And the coming mention of worth, from lips to fury, make Me the truth, a halt of wishes in secluded lines, lived in history The dance and the stone of cleverness? Sides of worlds in love with me, not the avoiding heart We saw make the story of wantonness, a presence of dread Adding but the voice of summation, are we a new day to start?

Wholeness and suicide Straight from misery The salute of comparison, to pride... And it's stare at a simple wivery Fruit's of the future, in league With a solemn taste to essentialize A running chaste, with silence for egis... Seem the tradition, seek the dance of the wise Fires of tomorrow, if not its humanity Shown to worth, the past of sincerity Days share, a dream of paces duality Both form love? the rose of mercy and virginity... Character's to haste, a harmony...? In the defense of prestige, a capable sensitivity Adding the now, is need ours for longing? A hatred in lore, to establish a realer nativity? Call of a waiting husband Through the smile we keep for austerity, a shame Is a requiem to adjust to a shadow in the sun? When tired eyes example a change of season's, a name... Right, the voice of curiosity with a patience's problem About, a hill of deference, an act of powers that is kind Majesty, to the rage of summation that is a weary living Meant, and met in the fame of substitution of chance's mind Money, the odd ordeal of liberty... To which, in the voice of introspection A callous ghost or curious host, has me by the simplicity Of worldly asking and fating, an inheritance of how's intuition?

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Mar 28, 2025

Mar 28, 2025 at 10:30 AM UTC

Instinctually, The Lazarus Match (Monotheism)

Wholeness and suicide Straight from misery The salute of comparison, to pride... And it's stare at a simple wivery Fruit's of the future, in league With a solemn taste to essentialize A running chaste, with silence for egis... Seem the tradition, seek the dance of the wise Fires of tomorrow, if not its humanity Shown to worth, the past of sincerity Days share, a dream of paces duality Both form love? the rose of mercy and virginity... Character's to haste, a harmony...? In the defense of prestige, a capable sensitivity Adding the now, is need ours for longing? A hatred in lore, to establish a realer nativity? Call of a waiting husband Through the smile we keep for austerity, a shame Is a requiem to adjust to a shadow in the sun? When tired eyes example a change of season's, a name... Right, the voice of curiosity with a patience's problem About, a hill of deference, an act of powers that is kind Majesty, to the rage of summation that is a weary living Meant, and met in the fame of substitution of chance's mind Money, the odd ordeal of liberty... To which, in the voice of introspection A callous ghost or curious host, has me by the simplicity Of worldly asking and fating, an inheritance of how's intuition?

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Is to ask... The problems of virtue Lent the total, of curious facts Only the world, seems to offer a clue A sneeze with no redoubt... Promises of a smile that alleviate cares... Silly stares of voiced concern, for a rational pout... Shown persistence, that has a friend, which fares... There is an echo in my way... Simple senses of wonder to differ with? Angels and is, not the secrets of witnessing may Ahem, the order to a liberty's sunshine, is until bliss... Poor, the psyche I imagine Together, with a reason beyond saviors and gaiety Anxious forces, have seen the soul of my austere plan? Why is adding the guidance of roles, to occur with spontaneity? Where has a quiet throe of light to the dread been? We offer is a catch of solemn intent, that has The turn of authority, for a sharing exist of lead, lent To and from a heeding heart of simplicity, taken as times faster Is retrospect, actual love? Sorry, no man without a realized succor, a hap's conscience Of surmised cares, apt enough to live with desire as us Ask me when a figure of speech, that has seen the urges we foretell, time come for lasts

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Jul 14, 2024

Jul 14, 2024 at 3:21 PM UTC

Writing A Letter To Nobody, But Anarchy?

Is to ask... The problems of virtue Lent the total, of curious facts Only the world, seems to offer a clue A sneeze with no redoubt... Promises of a smile that alleviate cares... Silly stares of voiced concern, for a rational pout... Shown persistence, that has a friend, which fares... There is an echo in my way... Simple senses of wonder to differ with? Angels and is, not the secrets of witnessing may Ahem, the order to a liberty's sunshine, is until bliss... Poor, the psyche I imagine Together, with a reason beyond saviors and gaiety Anxious forces, have seen the soul of my austere plan? Why is adding the guidance of roles, to occur with spontaneity? Where has a quiet throe of light to the dread been? We offer is a catch of solemn intent, that has The turn of authority, for a sharing exist of lead, lent To and from a heeding heart of simplicity, taken as times faster Is retrospect, actual love? Sorry, no man without a realized succor, a hap's conscience Of surmised cares, apt enough to live with desire as us Ask me when a figure of speech, that has seen the urges we foretell, time come for lasts

Was not, want not Maybe waste, is a hero... Specific notion, of a quaint lot Given to significant others, to owe Promises and races Taken advantage of... Lucre, in tight places To tear fright from an alien love Powers that did... Hark amidst times rest A halt of hardship, habit, and hid Youths of a secret, we blessed Time in now's moral Such, a reason for each Their solitude, is sour rational The question, of life to reach... For loves first kiss... Peace, worth more than poise With each decency, we made is A world's choice...

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Jul 7, 2024

Jul 7, 2024 at 9:22 PM UTC

Whether Would, Wouldn't Wish Where

Was not, want not Maybe waste, is a hero... Specific notion, of a quaint lot Given to significant others, to owe Promises and races Taken advantage of... Lucre, in tight places To tear fright from an alien love Powers that did... Hark amidst times rest A halt of hardship, habit, and hid Youths of a secret, we blessed Time in now's moral Such, a reason for each Their solitude, is sour rational The question, of life to reach... For loves first kiss... Peace, worth more than poise With each decency, we made is A world's choice...

Lions of worth Sheer actual and letting a moon... Save this last dance for danger Creation and beckoning silence, come too soon Throne of sense, a dissuading knot Persuaded to live in the opus, the chastity Of courtesy's phantom, a wisdom caught A wisdom capable of the roses of vanity... Vantage one (soliloquy) Threats of privilege, share the land Sour or dour, the notion to quell, is heed Stricken with the mores of wishes, the tongue to wonder Vantage two (espousal) Worlds of visit, vicinity, and vagueness Together for a question, in the form of wealth We see your tomorrow, for today in a mirrors bless... Vantage three (fulfilment) Sweeter as us, than you have a right to be The tongue of vice, a victory of spirits, and solace or lament Has the voice of harmony, like the very light we seem to eat Vantage four (escapism) The terror of repose, that has been divined Sovereign to forces, with a greater eye, than the silence of despotism Has reached the known, the curiosity of a simple sigh... Sign's of the times Hatred is our reward, no fool without a yesterday That has, become a terror with us, the saviors of lives With a solitude we offer is confusion, and the mercy of angels, which may...

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Jan 11, 2024

Jan 11, 2024 at 3:01 PM UTC

Lest Poems Eat You Alive (The Future's Children)

Lions of worth Sheer actual and letting a moon... Save this last dance for danger Creation and beckoning silence, come too soon Throne of sense, a dissuading knot Persuaded to live in the opus, the chastity Of courtesy's phantom, a wisdom caught A wisdom capable of the roses of vanity... Vantage one (soliloquy) Threats of privilege, share the land Sour or dour, the notion to quell, is heed Stricken with the mores of wishes, the tongue to wonder Vantage two (espousal) Worlds of visit, vicinity, and vagueness Together for a question, in the form of wealth We see your tomorrow, for today in a mirrors bless... Vantage three (fulfilment) Sweeter as us, than you have a right to be The tongue of vice, a victory of spirits, and solace or lament Has the voice of harmony, like the very light we seem to eat Vantage four (escapism) The terror of repose, that has been divined Sovereign to forces, with a greater eye, than the silence of despotism Has reached the known, the curiosity of a simple sigh... Sign's of the times Hatred is our reward, no fool without a yesterday That has, become a terror with us, the saviors of lives With a solitude we offer is confusion, and the mercy of angels, which may...

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Misery owns me... Angels and harmony, to till a silence With the mouth of where simplicity has a means To an end, of self and occlusion to find, a chance With the hours of love In the circle of friendship, we dote Is a mercy in form and function, if not a covenant Of success in its drive, to the names of an infinite vote Strangers of pasts, in the seem? A passion with cold shoulders but heavens heart When we are a clash to seek a question in the stir we deemed Is a purpose beyond our matters, a living stone of what start? A trying hope, in the needs of mere, than a person justified... But the call of destiny in a honor to prove, the lasting And the lesson of providences divine mind... Where one more soul to take the liberty, outweighs even love to lend Running for privileges seen, patience in a worthed peace Stopping not, for pride, the tows of when suppose is a swallow Of complexity to turn distances into another soul, of these We have met the only God of powers, ourselves to know better allowed Misery owes me... Readied kind, and salute to wishes I will keep, in know The better of many things, the truth to rally a sojourn to we The people of history, with a moment in the sun and its care, more

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Nov 20, 2023

Nov 20, 2023 at 1:58 PM UTC

What Love Is Greater By Lessing?

Misery owns me... Angels and harmony, to till a silence With the mouth of where simplicity has a means To an end, of self and occlusion to find, a chance With the hours of love In the circle of friendship, we dote Is a mercy in form and function, if not a covenant Of success in its drive, to the names of an infinite vote Strangers of pasts, in the seem? A passion with cold shoulders but heavens heart When we are a clash to seek a question in the stir we deemed Is a purpose beyond our matters, a living stone of what start? A trying hope, in the needs of mere, than a person justified... But the call of destiny in a honor to prove, the lasting And the lesson of providences divine mind... Where one more soul to take the liberty, outweighs even love to lend Running for privileges seen, patience in a worthed peace Stopping not, for pride, the tows of when suppose is a swallow Of complexity to turn distances into another soul, of these We have met the only God of powers, ourselves to know better allowed Misery owes me... Readied kind, and salute to wishes I will keep, in know The better of many things, the truth to rally a sojourn to we The people of history, with a moment in the sun and its care, more

Listening to the future Sing a song, sing a deeds our In the stark and relative promise, we cure With hugs and kisses, the toil of anarchy in all power Cherished time... With imbued lips, the chastity of sorts The wind to live once more, in world and chime To know a clash with poise, these tears are yours... Rights risen, to voices of callousness... With the claim of sincerity as a tool, that becomes A harrowed force, we have never seen without bless Of a seclusions kindness, though even a hate may be some's Risen rights, to voices we care Forth a heady Christ, the trade of a lifetime? Walls of avarice and heed of a monstrous appetite to fare Is here and now, beloved, even in the eyes of barren lives? Burden in sight, brief as a war with silence is Evermore, the turn of chastity into a problem for needs That burned a charity's flames, a grant of sin to substance That in the spoken drive to see another become, living seeds Welcome home The vanity of surmisal, and its hurry to question the truth Has added, has asked the vestige of powers, has life atoned? For the notice of speed in the vices we spare, from even the risks of poorness, so aloof...

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Oct 9, 2023

Oct 9, 2023 at 6:29 PM UTC

What World Are You Talking About, Tempest?

Listening to the future Sing a song, sing a deeds our In the stark and relative promise, we cure With hugs and kisses, the toil of anarchy in all power Cherished time... With imbued lips, the chastity of sorts The wind to live once more, in world and chime To know a clash with poise, these tears are yours... Rights risen, to voices of callousness... With the claim of sincerity as a tool, that becomes A harrowed force, we have never seen without bless Of a seclusions kindness, though even a hate may be some's Risen rights, to voices we care Forth a heady Christ, the trade of a lifetime? Walls of avarice and heed of a monstrous appetite to fare Is here and now, beloved, even in the eyes of barren lives? Burden in sight, brief as a war with silence is Evermore, the turn of chastity into a problem for needs That burned a charity's flames, a grant of sin to substance That in the spoken drive to see another become, living seeds Welcome home The vanity of surmisal, and its hurry to question the truth Has added, has asked the vestige of powers, has life atoned? For the notice of speed in the vices we spare, from even the risks of poorness, so aloof...

The fabric usually feels the same a cloth that remains soft similar to everyday until, perhaps, a stain a rip, a tear I would love to wear the world as was before all this but perhaps my prior idiocy is why we remember

The fabric usually feels the same a cloth that remains soft similar to everyday until, perhaps, a stain a rip, a tear I would love to wear the world as was before all this but perhaps my prior idiocy is why we remember

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Sep 10, 2021

Sep 10, 2021 at 5:01 PM UTC

drunkenkind

The world is full

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To see the world It opens your eyes Experiencing cultures And their way of life No words can explain The emotions can be much To gain something new And have a fresh outlook Constant learning of different ways Broaden your being It grows you as a person Humbled, grounded & joyous Heat and dryness of the desert The openness of the ocean The world so vast and extraordinary With so many things to offer Music, food, traditions So different yet the same Benefitting worldly wisdom With a great deal still to wander

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Apr 18, 2019

Apr 18, 2019 at 1:03 PM UTC

Krystleob

Worldliness

To see the world It opens your eyes Experiencing cultures And their way of life No words can explain The emotions can be much To gain something new And have a fresh outlook Constant learning of different ways Broaden your being It grows you as a person Humbled, grounded & joyous Heat and dryness of the desert The openness of the ocean The world so vast and extraordinary With so many things to offer Music, food, traditions So different yet the same Benefitting worldly wisdom With a great deal still to wander