#yawning - Hello Poetry

Predatory prayer: With the moon To be as, fine as silk, care For me, when time comes too soon... Treasure In a drink of water? Said, and applied we're In the spare and sordid fate there Sharing, the muse Which, and to is... The creation of succor, a wishes enthuse? A weary eye, has us for bliss... Quiet, little face... In the name, of me A waiting future, to place A many interim, with anarchy Have we a happy save? For a rise of notion, in prayer The force of a voice, that does share patience for what gave? Just a mercy?, here is loves care...

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May 13, 2025

May 13, 2025 at 2:17 PM UTC

david-hilburn

The Prophecy Of A Hungry Yawn

Predatory prayer: With the moon To be as, fine as silk, care For me, when time comes too soon... Treasure In a drink of water? Said, and applied we're In the spare and sordid fate there Sharing, the muse Which, and to is... The creation of succor, a wishes enthuse? A weary eye, has us for bliss... Quiet, little face... In the name, of me A waiting future, to place A many interim, with anarchy Have we a happy save? For a rise of notion, in prayer The force of a voice, that does share patience for what gave? Just a mercy?, here is loves care...

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i don't get tired not anymore i can stay awake as long as i please my eyes don't get heavy i don't yawn i don't understand although i do cry more now than i used to

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Nov 12, 2020

Nov 12, 2020 at 9:08 AM UTC

kcodr13

not anymore

i don't get tired not anymore i can stay awake as long as i please my eyes don't get heavy i don't yawn i don't understand although i do cry more now than i used to

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I bloom every morning, With messy hair and yawning, With all my thought start aborning. At this time the enthusiasm is always high, So, for a beautiful day to all lazziness should say bye.

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Jun 18, 2020

Jun 18, 2020 at 2:46 AM UTC

MissPoetic

Morning sunshine..

I bloom every morning, With messy hair and yawning, With all my thought start aborning. At this time the enthusiasm is always high, So, for a beautiful day to all lazziness should say bye.

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The universe had always been under a vast ocean.. Only it was some how the oceans that were here.. Past the abyss of thoughts.. Past the dreams of light.. It was a fathomless chasm of darkness into sub-atomic light.. Even in dream distant it could not be reached.. Only in understanding could it be found.. Profound, yawning, and downreaching understanding.. Never were we looking up.. It was a Phantasm of beyond.. A castle in the air.. Conceiving the reverie to a beyond that was below.. Under the oceans here.. Below and below..

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May 29, 2019

May 29, 2019 at 12:51 PM UTC

solaces

Past the dreams of light....

The universe had always been under a vast ocean.. Only it was some how the oceans that were here.. Past the abyss of thoughts.. Past the dreams of light.. It was a fathomless chasm of darkness into sub-atomic light.. Even in dream distant it could not be reached.. Only in understanding could it be found.. Profound, yawning, and downreaching understanding.. Never were we looking up.. It was a Phantasm of beyond.. A castle in the air.. Conceiving the reverie to a beyond that was below.. Under the oceans here.. Below and below..

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Morning light rises yawning and stretching its way above the skyline.

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Mar 29, 2019

Mar 29, 2019 at 8:05 PM UTC

be-no-one

Skyline

Morning light rises yawning and stretching its way above the skyline.

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Not One Hours Rest, Moon Still Standing Nice and Tall Stars Still Hanging on, You Ride Hazily and Lazily to The City Train Station Seeing Faces, Seeing Slouched Shoulders, Seeing Tired Eyes all around you Waiting and Thinking of Home, Observing Yet Constantly Yawning In No Time You Are Propelled Forwards and Out Through the City Limits Metal Container Rattling, No Snooze Alarm for the Rising Sun The City Dissolves into the Back of Your Eyes as You Hit A Tunnel and Enter the Suburban Void Suddenly Fantastic Splotches of Greenery Drift into Sight, Dabs of Golden Light Float Like Dandelion Spores in The Air People Move Up and Down the Carriage Schizophrenically, Fidgeting, Never Considering Sitting Still, Not Even Once Please Just Look Out the Window Outside Battered Tree Trunks Lay Lifelessly in the Middle of Wondrous Sprawling Fields Clouds Ripple Insanely Throughout the Horizon, Livestock Enjoying Themselves While They Still Can What Follows This is a Series of Dilapidated Sheds and Abandoned Roads Leading Up into the Hills so Jagged They Must Have Been Cut by a One Single Colossal Breadknife

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Feb 28, 2019

Feb 28, 2019 at 8:30 AM UTC

Hugooseyintoinfinity

Not One Hours Rest

Not One Hours Rest, Moon Still Standing Nice and Tall Stars Still Hanging on, You Ride Hazily and Lazily to The City Train Station Seeing Faces, Seeing Slouched Shoulders, Seeing Tired Eyes all around you Waiting and Thinking of Home, Observing Yet Constantly Yawning In No Time You Are Propelled Forwards and Out Through the City Limits Metal Container Rattling, No Snooze Alarm for the Rising Sun The City Dissolves into the Back of Your Eyes as You Hit A Tunnel and Enter the Suburban Void Suddenly Fantastic Splotches of Greenery Drift into Sight, Dabs of Golden Light Float Like Dandelion Spores in The Air People Move Up and Down the Carriage Schizophrenically, Fidgeting, Never Considering Sitting Still, Not Even Once Please Just Look Out the Window Outside Battered Tree Trunks Lay Lifelessly in the Middle of Wondrous Sprawling Fields Clouds Ripple Insanely Throughout the Horizon, Livestock Enjoying Themselves While They Still Can What Follows This is a Series of Dilapidated Sheds and Abandoned Roads Leading Up into the Hills so Jagged They Must Have Been Cut by a One Single Colossal Breadknife

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Deep within the bowels of the Earth immensely distant from the sheltering sky amidst a thick fog enveloped landscape with here and there a projected craggy, derelict chasm precipitously crooked pointing toward an infinitely wide yawning abyss dwelt kindred spirits comprising a soul asylum where grateful dead (albeit marked via weathered tomb stones) hermetically sealed once vibrant corporeal mortals betook their eternal slumber One among their number included a misanthrope who sported long straggly hair bushy eyebrows shielding cold eyes of steel straggly bearded clammy chin in tandem with a hairy body which when alive (long time ago) upheld upon unshod feet a severely hunchbacked ****** Within dense pitch-black terrain (Mother Nature enlisting a menagerie of life forms accustomed to hellish environment) awash with unrecognizable alien sights and sounds mollycoddling bewitching warlocks, mailer daemons, imps of the pervert chieftains, fiery long and fostered Golems who called underworld their private demesne also alluded to Marcy's playground holding hostage Alice in Chains Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, The Beastie Boys, The Human League, and Village People a Crowded House Emitting wisps of ethereal matter appearing a small medium at large chat snap ping, flickr ring indeed joyus minions exalting piety a plenti Prone ounce sing proud purgatory promoting protean phantasmagoria hideous hulu hoop dancing holograms highly distorted grotesque silent screaming sinister banshees slithering across escarpment.

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Jan 20, 2018

Jan 20, 2018 at 3:45 PM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

An Image Of The Netherworld Envisioned By A Misanthrope

Deep within the bowels of the Earth immensely distant from the sheltering sky amidst a thick fog enveloped landscape with here and there a projected craggy, derelict chasm precipitously crooked pointing toward an infinitely wide yawning abyss dwelt kindred spirits comprising a soul asylum where grateful dead (albeit marked via weathered tomb stones) hermetically sealed once vibrant corporeal mortals betook their eternal slumber One among their number included a misanthrope who sported long straggly hair bushy eyebrows shielding cold eyes of steel straggly bearded clammy chin in tandem with a hairy body which when alive (long time ago) upheld upon unshod feet a severely hunchbacked ****** Within dense pitch-black terrain (Mother Nature enlisting a menagerie of life forms accustomed to hellish environment) awash with unrecognizable alien sights and sounds mollycoddling bewitching warlocks, mailer daemons, imps of the pervert chieftains, fiery long and fostered Golems who called underworld their private demesne also alluded to Marcy's playground holding hostage Alice in Chains Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, The Beastie Boys, The Human League, and Village People a Crowded House Emitting wisps of ethereal matter appearing a small medium at large chat snap ping, flickr ring indeed joyus minions exalting piety a plenti Prone ounce sing proud purgatory promoting protean phantasmagoria hideous hulu hoop dancing holograms highly distorted grotesque silent screaming sinister banshees slithering across escarpment.

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An otherwise normal day. Sitting on the bus, in the back, People watching as usual. Coffee drunk, a day to attack. I wanted to see what happened So, I worked up a huge yawn. The yawn went around the bus. Once all did it, the yawn was gone. I did it often, totally on purpose. Just a thing I do to amuse us. I saw in a movie a man stopped Carefully looked up into the sky It stopped the foot traffic that day They looked up too, I had to try. I stood on the corner the next day Down on Twelfth and Main Street. Firmly I stood in the madding crowd. I looked up, and they did as well, And things quickly got quite loud. It was amazing how quickly it swelled. The yawn thing works on the job If you want to give it your own try. It works on desk mates, bosses And even on people passing by. The looking up thing also works But bosses come and get strong And stop your foolish game by Saying that you should move along. They don’t know what you’re doing. They just know it has to be wrong.

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Feb 13, 2016

Feb 13, 2016 at 9:16 PM UTC

brent-kincaid

STARTING A YAWN

An otherwise normal day. Sitting on the bus, in the back, People watching as usual. Coffee drunk, a day to attack. I wanted to see what happened So, I worked up a huge yawn. The yawn went around the bus. Once all did it, the yawn was gone. I did it often, totally on purpose. Just a thing I do to amuse us. I saw in a movie a man stopped Carefully looked up into the sky It stopped the foot traffic that day They looked up too, I had to try. I stood on the corner the next day Down on Twelfth and Main Street. Firmly I stood in the madding crowd. I looked up, and they did as well, And things quickly got quite loud. It was amazing how quickly it swelled. The yawn thing works on the job If you want to give it your own try. It works on desk mates, bosses And even on people passing by. The looking up thing also works But bosses come and get strong And stop your foolish game by Saying that you should move along. They don’t know what you’re doing. They just know it has to be wrong.

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Yawning wide Against the tide Of tiredness and drag Yawning enough To make muscles tough Against strain and hate Yawning small Lesser the fall.

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Jul 14, 2015

Jul 14, 2015 at 5:38 PM UTC

Rockie

Yawn

Yawning wide Against the tide Of tiredness and drag Yawning enough To make muscles tough Against strain and hate Yawning small Lesser the fall.

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