"achor" poems - Hello Poetry

Dear Madam Sabrina, The lonely beach shores, I walk Tossing seashells of affection in remebrance of you A pursued love interest that is overwhelm Overflowed by tears I attempted to hold back Slithering ghostly as we never embrace A tender kiss, ponders across the bay Given a mysterious essence We are lost In an oceanview desire Recollecting inner thoughts about another A woman I found,but an achor Abreast from you Rejection is a raging wave that conquerors My ability to forget you A stranger to calm sea Can float away From peaceful shores Of love Yours truly, A man without dignity

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Sep 29, 2009

Sep 29, 2009 at 4:25 AM UTC

diverseman2020

Madam Sabrina

Dear Madam Sabrina, The lonely beach shores, I walk Tossing seashells of affection in remebrance of you A pursued love interest that is overwhelm Overflowed by tears I attempted to hold back Slithering ghostly as we never embrace A tender kiss, ponders across the bay Given a mysterious essence We are lost In an oceanview desire Recollecting inner thoughts about another A woman I found,but an achor Abreast from you Rejection is a raging wave that conquerors My ability to forget you A stranger to calm sea Can float away From peaceful shores Of love Yours truly, A man without dignity

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As the crew cheers on my death I'm thrown out to sea While having an achor tied to my feet Falling into the depths Losing each breath As I swallow the sea Lifelessly closing my eyes A recurrence Flash in front of me Days before sailing away Another heart beat strikes To the lovely Paula Etta She was married with kids Our lusting last till dusk Spoiled by the appearance of her husband Words were hardly any Violence was preventable To plead my innocence Judgement was merciless Sinking underneath the ocean As I arrange A burial of plunder By fools who discovered me

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Jan 22, 2010

Jan 22, 2010 at 5:29 AM UTC

diverseman2020

Sunken Plunder

As the crew cheers on my death I'm thrown out to sea While having an achor tied to my feet Falling into the depths Losing each breath As I swallow the sea Lifelessly closing my eyes A recurrence Flash in front of me Days before sailing away Another heart beat strikes To the lovely Paula Etta She was married with kids Our lusting last till dusk Spoiled by the appearance of her husband Words were hardly any Violence was preventable To plead my innocence Judgement was merciless Sinking underneath the ocean As I arrange A burial of plunder By fools who discovered me

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Even though you’d search six feet under the ground It’s never deeper than this hole in my heart You can’t patch this up with stumbling apologies And misguided avalanche of cracked voice Where in the forests You can read the words I etched in every trees you’d walk in And you’d wonder if ever it’s meant for you But then I know you’d figure it out, I know you’ll know It’s meant for you and you alone You can’t drown yourself on the ocean by falling in Just because I jump through it like a winged mermaid They said I could finally breathe after having to swim But when you told me, “Stay” Everything went high tide again So, would you wait for me by the shore? While I’m away in the vast depth of the ocean Cascading in the midst of storm every time you try to be my achor Sailing across the unbeknownst ? Would you tell me how you loved the whispers and hushes Of the wind that runs a distant rhythm and the leaves that stutter together? Wold you go to the north and west where dense forest lie in a valley with mountains Full of birds mimicking the way you sound when you said my name?

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Nov 22, 2014

Nov 22, 2014 at 10:23 AM UTC

xoxreina

Hide And Never Seek

Even though you’d search six feet under the ground It’s never deeper than this hole in my heart You can’t patch this up with stumbling apologies And misguided avalanche of cracked voice Where in the forests You can read the words I etched in every trees you’d walk in And you’d wonder if ever it’s meant for you But then I know you’d figure it out, I know you’ll know It’s meant for you and you alone You can’t drown yourself on the ocean by falling in Just because I jump through it like a winged mermaid They said I could finally breathe after having to swim But when you told me, “Stay” Everything went high tide again So, would you wait for me by the shore? While I’m away in the vast depth of the ocean Cascading in the midst of storm every time you try to be my achor Sailing across the unbeknownst ? Would you tell me how you loved the whispers and hushes Of the wind that runs a distant rhythm and the leaves that stutter together? Wold you go to the north and west where dense forest lie in a valley with mountains Full of birds mimicking the way you sound when you said my name?

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they say write out an sos in the snow behind my house got this livin' on the 411, what's you're 20? I'm asking everyone and i'm trying to get better at cursive, I want to flow from wave to wave but i'm getting thrown round, rock to rock it didn't matter anyway. could have told me to stop cursin' because i'm dropping Jesus Christs like no yesterday, Jesus Christ where were you today? I'm drowning in self-hatred, finding grief is mashed potatoes, pinching skin between these fingers, where's this wealth in ****** freedom, just love yourself, to love is to be loved, well i insult myself to the point of no return point fingers in the mirror, love. shaking heads and sleeping sideways because i feel the weight of skin i'm stuck inside of, a face only a mother could love, barred behind words from kids no longer in or of, my life, god could it get much worse i can't find solace in the things that used to work painting pictures no longer soothes the pain, fields of grass no longer hide your name, i'm lost in the plains of isaiah, wandering the sand of achor, so this is a door of hope? are you telling me to walk onward? but this soul is distressed and these thighs are worn, can't go a day without calling myself out straight to the flaws i go in headfirst, lost all my friends, self-esteem and sense of self-worth, confidence is an concept i've only every dreamed of so my mom keeps asking what I want for my birthday and I say, happiness, a purpose, and a way home happiness, a purpose, and a way home happiness, a purpose, and a way home

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Jan 3, 2015

Jan 3, 2015 at 7:57 PM UTC

broooke

through and through.

they say write out an sos in the snow behind my house got this livin' on the 411, what's you're 20? I'm asking everyone and i'm trying to get better at cursive, I want to flow from wave to wave but i'm getting thrown round, rock to rock it didn't matter anyway. could have told me to stop cursin' because i'm dropping Jesus Christs like no yesterday, Jesus Christ where were you today? I'm drowning in self-hatred, finding grief is mashed potatoes, pinching skin between these fingers, where's this wealth in ****** freedom, just love yourself, to love is to be loved, well i insult myself to the point of no return point fingers in the mirror, love. shaking heads and sleeping sideways because i feel the weight of skin i'm stuck inside of, a face only a mother could love, barred behind words from kids no longer in or of, my life, god could it get much worse i can't find solace in the things that used to work painting pictures no longer soothes the pain, fields of grass no longer hide your name, i'm lost in the plains of isaiah, wandering the sand of achor, so this is a door of hope? are you telling me to walk onward? but this soul is distressed and these thighs are worn, can't go a day without calling myself out straight to the flaws i go in headfirst, lost all my friends, self-esteem and sense of self-worth, confidence is an concept i've only every dreamed of so my mom keeps asking what I want for my birthday and I say, happiness, a purpose, and a way home happiness, a purpose, and a way home happiness, a purpose, and a way home

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my body feels like the darkest part of the ocean. take me back to the surface and unwind the chills. there is an achor on top of my back and i am walking on lit coals. my brain is dead and i feel quarantined.

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Mar 21, 2013

Mar 21, 2013 at 5:56 AM UTC

breanna-hermann

coming down.

my body feels like the darkest part of the ocean. take me back to the surface and unwind the chills. there is an achor on top of my back and i am walking on lit coals. my brain is dead and i feel quarantined.

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