"afflictive" poems - Hello Poetry

1488 Birthday of but a single pang That there are less to come— Afflictive is the Adjective But affluent the doom—

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1488 Birthday of but a single pang That there are less to come— Afflictive is the Adjective But affluent the doom—

You are like the sun. Sometimes spots and rays I get glimpses of under the shade of trees; calming. You always held my hand. Sleeping, walking, do or die situations. No matter what, when and where, the spaces between mine were always filled with your fingers. You always gave it a little squeeze, an assurance that you would always be there. Sometimes warming heat against my skin; weirdly pleasing. You always made those extremely goofy faces and told those godawful jokes. Anything and everything just to make me laugh. You always put my happiness above your own. Sometimes full on heat burning me at every touch; afflictive. Like every other couple, we had our bad days. You were always painfully honest, could never tell a lie. You couldn't help being mean but I knew you were telling the truth. You always did. But days don't last forever on Earth and stars have long yet inevitably doomed lives in the universe. You loved me deeply. You loved me so much, too much and that was exactly the problem. You loved me so much, your love was an outcry, outflow, an explosion of affection. You loved me so much that one day you just stopped. Neither you nor I knew the reason. Was there even one? The sun will set and die, gone temporarily and forever. I never thought we would come to an end but no one ever sees something like this coming. No one is ever prepared for heartbreak, loss, grief. No one is ever prepared to say goodbye but you deserve one. Goodbye, my love. Today, tomorrow and beyond.

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Oct 8, 2016

Oct 8, 2016 at 3:22 AM UTC

ameliorate

The Sun

You are like the sun. Sometimes spots and rays I get glimpses of under the shade of trees; calming. You always held my hand. Sleeping, walking, do or die situations. No matter what, when and where, the spaces between mine were always filled with your fingers. You always gave it a little squeeze, an assurance that you would always be there. Sometimes warming heat against my skin; weirdly pleasing. You always made those extremely goofy faces and told those godawful jokes. Anything and everything just to make me laugh. You always put my happiness above your own. Sometimes full on heat burning me at every touch; afflictive. Like every other couple, we had our bad days. You were always painfully honest, could never tell a lie. You couldn't help being mean but I knew you were telling the truth. You always did. But days don't last forever on Earth and stars have long yet inevitably doomed lives in the universe. You loved me deeply. You loved me so much, too much and that was exactly the problem. You loved me so much, your love was an outcry, outflow, an explosion of affection. You loved me so much that one day you just stopped. Neither you nor I knew the reason. Was there even one? The sun will set and die, gone temporarily and forever. I never thought we would come to an end but no one ever sees something like this coming. No one is ever prepared for heartbreak, loss, grief. No one is ever prepared to say goodbye but you deserve one. Goodbye, my love. Today, tomorrow and beyond.

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A man manipulated By his mind Builds a fortress of solitude To keep his self doubt Unchallenged He seeks the comfort Of a farmiliar demon Ignoring the afflictive Advice of an angel

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Jan 7, 2019

Jan 7, 2019 at 11:25 AM UTC

leekeychain

Doubt

A man manipulated By his mind Builds a fortress of solitude To keep his self doubt Unchallenged He seeks the comfort Of a farmiliar demon Ignoring the afflictive Advice of an angel

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Loving you is Happiness A once-upon-a-time bliss Granting a short-termed longing Of my wishful soul Loving you is Sadness It's cruel, too afflictive Pounding my heart with pain Blinding my eyes with tears Loving you is Insanity Stirring feelings that are not right Keeping me up during the day Giving me nightmares at night Loving you is Paradox Common sense can't explain it Logic seems helpless It's contradicting as it's true Loving you is Death The ruin of every song The fall of my sanity The undoing of it all

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Jan 29, 2018

Jan 29, 2018 at 8:39 PM UTC

aencuizon

Loving You

Loving you is Happiness A once-upon-a-time bliss Granting a short-termed longing Of my wishful soul Loving you is Sadness It's cruel, too afflictive Pounding my heart with pain Blinding my eyes with tears Loving you is Insanity Stirring feelings that are not right Keeping me up during the day Giving me nightmares at night Loving you is Paradox Common sense can't explain it Logic seems helpless It's contradicting as it's true Loving you is Death The ruin of every song The fall of my sanity The undoing of it all

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Compressed material against dove-like skin it's iron coated with fire and ice a faultless vest trained from the best to reject nefarious activity thrown her way the tick of the clock breezed by and her mind forgot the feel of her petals against the wind, the jabs of thorns that drew blood, elation in the form of a smile, and the cadence of the wheels as age's stampede never slept suddenly the sun had risen and fallen more than a couple of times and the iron had blended with her skin dominant silver swirls and cream scrawls her forsaken emotions dissolved into her soul they thrashed and fought like wild animals tried to break free from the vest of fire and ice she felt the stings of bees in her pores though iron is too strong unbroken by the song of the tears that never fell. A ghost of a feeling brushed iron a mere tickle in a sea of solidity yet unfaltering and bulletproof vest never swayed an inch round her afflictive chained heart.

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Jun 6, 2019

Jun 6, 2019 at 1:36 PM UTC

g-a-b-r-i-e-l-a

bulletproof

Compressed material against dove-like skin it's iron coated with fire and ice a faultless vest trained from the best to reject nefarious activity thrown her way the tick of the clock breezed by and her mind forgot the feel of her petals against the wind, the jabs of thorns that drew blood, elation in the form of a smile, and the cadence of the wheels as age's stampede never slept suddenly the sun had risen and fallen more than a couple of times and the iron had blended with her skin dominant silver swirls and cream scrawls her forsaken emotions dissolved into her soul they thrashed and fought like wild animals tried to break free from the vest of fire and ice she felt the stings of bees in her pores though iron is too strong unbroken by the song of the tears that never fell. A ghost of a feeling brushed iron a mere tickle in a sea of solidity yet unfaltering and bulletproof vest never swayed an inch round her afflictive chained heart.

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Sometimes I'm pushed by others and sometimes I go there alone, The traps of my thoughts will lead me, to a destination that is yet unknown. Soon enough I realize that I have been here before, The place of pounding heartbeats, and anxiety opens its door. From there it moves quite quickly: the sadness will appear, I'm not scared of monsters, But my thoughts I truly fear. My thoughts are afflictive they make me feel so bad, I think of them and wonder, If it's the worst anxiety that I've had. But the worst is yet to come, And the worst has all ready been, Because every single anxiety attack, Is the worst you'll feel within.

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Oct 8, 2017

Oct 8, 2017 at 3:39 PM UTC

zara-1

I'm not scared of monsters, but my thoughts I truly fear

Sometimes I'm pushed by others and sometimes I go there alone, The traps of my thoughts will lead me, to a destination that is yet unknown. Soon enough I realize that I have been here before, The place of pounding heartbeats, and anxiety opens its door. From there it moves quite quickly: the sadness will appear, I'm not scared of monsters, But my thoughts I truly fear. My thoughts are afflictive they make me feel so bad, I think of them and wonder, If it's the worst anxiety that I've had. But the worst is yet to come, And the worst has all ready been, Because every single anxiety attack, Is the worst you'll feel within.

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It is afflictive For you have doffed the vault's key Secrets lie, enclosed.

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Apr 4, 2018

Apr 4, 2018 at 2:04 PM UTC