#zephyrus - Hello Poetry

Oh west wind, wrongfully called wild, Oh dear and tender Zephyrus, How could your name ever be befiled, if they knew your gentle caress? A face so soft and rounded strong, warm hands that comb through locks of hair. Yet I despair when I see the throng, your dying visage, my love, so fair. Zephyrus, why do you fade away? Tell me, let me share your fate. Why, my love, do you look so sore? Is it us? Did we rob you of your state? Exhausts exhaust, did we take your breath? Did we cost you your very life? Your quivering lips, pale as death, Zephyrus, are you consumed by strife? My love, stay with me, I beg and plead, Don't perish, Zephyrus, don't be gone. Together, we'll change this vile deed, I'll keep you uplifted, love withdrawn. Zephyrus, please, where have you gone? Zephyrus mine, don't be deceased. Know that I love you, even though it's wrong, this's my demise. Your song has ceased

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Jun 14, 2025

Jun 14, 2025 at 7:41 AM UTC

Jack14

Zephyrus

Oh west wind, wrongfully called wild, Oh dear and tender Zephyrus, How could your name ever be befiled, if they knew your gentle caress? A face so soft and rounded strong, warm hands that comb through locks of hair. Yet I despair when I see the throng, your dying visage, my love, so fair. Zephyrus, why do you fade away? Tell me, let me share your fate. Why, my love, do you look so sore? Is it us? Did we rob you of your state? Exhausts exhaust, did we take your breath? Did we cost you your very life? Your quivering lips, pale as death, Zephyrus, are you consumed by strife? My love, stay with me, I beg and plead, Don't perish, Zephyrus, don't be gone. Together, we'll change this vile deed, I'll keep you uplifted, love withdrawn. Zephyrus, please, where have you gone? Zephyrus mine, don't be deceased. Know that I love you, even though it's wrong, this's my demise. Your song has ceased

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Oh west wind, wrongfully called wild, Oh dear and tender Zephyrus, How could ever be your name befiled, If they knew your soft caress? A face so soft and rounded strong, And warm hands that softly comb through hairs. Yet do I despair now when I see The face that I adore. I see it dying, Zephyrus, why? Tell me, let me be part of your Sorrow and I will take your fate. Why, my love, do you look so sore? Is it us? Exhausts exhaust, Did we **** you in cold blood? Were you the one our lives have cost? Your lips they shiver white, Are you cold, Zephyrus, are you Still alright? It’s a fever! Am I right? My love, stay, I beg and plead, Don’t die there, Zephyrus, We'll get through this, I'll keep you upheaved. Zephyrus, please, where are you, are you gone? Zephyrus mine, don’t be dead. I want you to know that, I love you, Zephyrus, even if it’s wrong. I too have died, Zephyrus, knowing that I stopped your song.

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Jun 14, 2025

Jun 14, 2025 at 7:43 AM UTC

Jack14

Zephyrus (alternative)

Oh west wind, wrongfully called wild, Oh dear and tender Zephyrus, How could ever be your name befiled, If they knew your soft caress? A face so soft and rounded strong, And warm hands that softly comb through hairs. Yet do I despair now when I see The face that I adore. I see it dying, Zephyrus, why? Tell me, let me be part of your Sorrow and I will take your fate. Why, my love, do you look so sore? Is it us? Exhausts exhaust, Did we **** you in cold blood? Were you the one our lives have cost? Your lips they shiver white, Are you cold, Zephyrus, are you Still alright? It’s a fever! Am I right? My love, stay, I beg and plead, Don’t die there, Zephyrus, We'll get through this, I'll keep you upheaved. Zephyrus, please, where are you, are you gone? Zephyrus mine, don’t be dead. I want you to know that, I love you, Zephyrus, even if it’s wrong. I too have died, Zephyrus, knowing that I stopped your song.

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The Nor'easter in my mind won't settle The inside of my scalp is wind-burned Every step is won in a never ending battle Every breath stolen like a meter of ground I bury myself a trench trying to escape the clutches of Zephyrus All four gods circle around me in a typhoon of noise Eos's sons, vultures in my head

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Feb 1, 2019

Feb 1, 2019 at 5:08 PM UTC

lostscorpiogirl

Quiet

The Nor'easter in my mind won't settle The inside of my scalp is wind-burned Every step is won in a never ending battle Every breath stolen like a meter of ground I bury myself a trench trying to escape the clutches of Zephyrus All four gods circle around me in a typhoon of noise Eos's sons, vultures in my head

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