"aforth" poems - Hello Poetry

*Nevermore stop trying to look at the dazzling sun In fear of hot rays poking your beautiful eyes Keep moving aforth until you face it without a blink Till proving yourself a dazzling star of the world*

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Oct 13, 2016

Oct 13, 2016 at 2:13 AM UTC

prathipa-nair

Prove Yourself

*Nevermore stop trying to look at the dazzling sun In fear of hot rays poking your beautiful eyes Keep moving aforth until you face it without a blink Till proving yourself a dazzling star of the world*

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I used to think you were special I used to think you were warm But now I see your no angel And you've brought aforth a storm Raging in my system Gusty winds set free I never should've listened When you used your disgues on me I've opened up my eyes Though I wish I hadn't have had to Your disgusting with your lies And I wish I'd never met you I would sigh relief if I could go back I would re-do this whole mess I wouldn't hear my heart crack I wouldn't be in stress If only I could put you back My problems would one less

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Oct 31, 2012

Oct 31, 2012 at 6:51 AM UTC

katlyn-orthman

I hate your guts

I used to think you were special I used to think you were warm But now I see your no angel And you've brought aforth a storm Raging in my system Gusty winds set free I never should've listened When you used your disgues on me I've opened up my eyes Though I wish I hadn't have had to Your disgusting with your lies And I wish I'd never met you I would sigh relief if I could go back I would re-do this whole mess I wouldn't hear my heart crack I wouldn't be in stress If only I could put you back My problems would one less

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Death strikes twice, the first, when coursing lifeblood stops Upon the second, the spoken name of thine be lost, And time between should not be briefed, But scalpel blade and nimble hands within, abridge, Of all potential generations be stole, a thiefed, No more a babe be at my tender breast, Boneless mouth be torn away, a burned bridge Alas! The conduit be severed full, The songbirds sing upon in their nest Above their chicks, but never I, for I am null The blessed Lord up above, import remembrance ‘Though time ‘twixt the events become short So be me, as long as mouths doth speak Death creeps aforth, upon, and scared, retreats.

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Mar 12, 2017

Mar 12, 2017 at 9:01 PM UTC

drake-roth

Sterile

Death strikes twice, the first, when coursing lifeblood stops Upon the second, the spoken name of thine be lost, And time between should not be briefed, But scalpel blade and nimble hands within, abridge, Of all potential generations be stole, a thiefed, No more a babe be at my tender breast, Boneless mouth be torn away, a burned bridge Alas! The conduit be severed full, The songbirds sing upon in their nest Above their chicks, but never I, for I am null The blessed Lord up above, import remembrance ‘Though time ‘twixt the events become short So be me, as long as mouths doth speak Death creeps aforth, upon, and scared, retreats.

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