"aluminous" poems - Hello Poetry

Churning Boisterous to me life a high powerful stormy sea will I ever see land again those peaceful Dales the trees so deeply rooted in there canopy the swaying seems as undersea waves so softly they Stir as at play deep valleys and hills below above aluminous sun light makes a rich glow in its tow I go Ever so slow the sea grass moves in a musical undulating fashion the same as the grass on the plains Colors diverse with coral markers at depths that unrest at the surface doesn’t reach the frothing foam As it were a great goblet filled for god to drink a offering of thanks for such wonder that can be a Complexity at once filling heights of emotional strands then instantly terrifying foreboding illustrious Without equal so vast stretching all the bounds you have ever known by the sea blown tales that are As voluminous as the sea itself adventure in the raw highlighted with charm by the cawing of the seagull With the same speed they dive and climb on the surface races the dolphin the embodiment of joy and Laughter the sea rescuers has been some of their duties to the blessing of many lost mariners in cold Chilly waters these bubbly ones was the difference between life and death the sea does spray as with Glory unbound in this all concluding vesture that is seamless all consuming tiring but invigorating once The sea salt has entered your blood there is no escape its lore hypnotic unbreakable break waters will Carry you inland by that she granted your greatest desire after she has reared her head and gave you The Undeniable look at deaths watery jaws but when on her mercy you survive or in some fashion are Flung on the shore you lose your emotional tiller and blubber like a baby then the manly part curses all She Put you through you know one thing for certain never will she catch you a float but little do you Know her winsome call withers all about so you hungrily crave the sea tossed tempest its excitement is a Drug that a ****** has no cure for it puts robust living in your path all of your days while the timid land Dwellers only look on in awe and admiration

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Jan 9, 2012

Jan 9, 2012 at 6:54 PM UTC

hal-loyd-denton

Churning

Churning Boisterous to me life a high powerful stormy sea will I ever see land again those peaceful Dales the trees so deeply rooted in there canopy the swaying seems as undersea waves so softly they Stir as at play deep valleys and hills below above aluminous sun light makes a rich glow in its tow I go Ever so slow the sea grass moves in a musical undulating fashion the same as the grass on the plains Colors diverse with coral markers at depths that unrest at the surface doesn’t reach the frothing foam As it were a great goblet filled for god to drink a offering of thanks for such wonder that can be a Complexity at once filling heights of emotional strands then instantly terrifying foreboding illustrious Without equal so vast stretching all the bounds you have ever known by the sea blown tales that are As voluminous as the sea itself adventure in the raw highlighted with charm by the cawing of the seagull With the same speed they dive and climb on the surface races the dolphin the embodiment of joy and Laughter the sea rescuers has been some of their duties to the blessing of many lost mariners in cold Chilly waters these bubbly ones was the difference between life and death the sea does spray as with Glory unbound in this all concluding vesture that is seamless all consuming tiring but invigorating once The sea salt has entered your blood there is no escape its lore hypnotic unbreakable break waters will Carry you inland by that she granted your greatest desire after she has reared her head and gave you The Undeniable look at deaths watery jaws but when on her mercy you survive or in some fashion are Flung on the shore you lose your emotional tiller and blubber like a baby then the manly part curses all She Put you through you know one thing for certain never will she catch you a float but little do you Know her winsome call withers all about so you hungrily crave the sea tossed tempest its excitement is a Drug that a ****** has no cure for it puts robust living in your path all of your days while the timid land Dwellers only look on in awe and admiration

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No longer given the answer seek the truth and see, that what you have is made through opportunity. Doomed that is he, who've thought it possible to reach Moon by the sea, or even, to be, groomed by a beast. Thoughts as such zoomed by with screech and now loom by the teeth, only for the while as I tuned out this breach, since frying bigger fish is the room that I seek, I reach, into abyss, a gloom that is deep, emerging as this, a baffoon headed sheep, in a crowd of uncrowd worthy creeps... Shepherded by visions of aluminous dreams... Which seem.... Impossible to redeem...

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Sep 19, 2013

Sep 19, 2013 at 12:02 AM UTC

jacob-alexander-martinez

The Aging Rift

No longer given the answer seek the truth and see, that what you have is made through opportunity. Doomed that is he, who've thought it possible to reach Moon by the sea, or even, to be, groomed by a beast. Thoughts as such zoomed by with screech and now loom by the teeth, only for the while as I tuned out this breach, since frying bigger fish is the room that I seek, I reach, into abyss, a gloom that is deep, emerging as this, a baffoon headed sheep, in a crowd of uncrowd worthy creeps... Shepherded by visions of aluminous dreams... Which seem.... Impossible to redeem...

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Running the fine hairs against my palms, The cold wooden, slick wooden, handle, Wondering which tree was this tool born from, Vast colors on every single pallet, A simple two syllable word, Could not desribe their rich beauty, My shaken hand guiding, The straight and steady paint brush, Lines lines lines lines, Dark and light and dark and light, A swirl of emotions on a piece of paper, Heart racing, Mind wandering, Wanderlust, Or just lost, Not enough color, Not enough shapes, Swirls and spirals, Like spirits in the sky, Aluminous beauty, Sprites dancing under mother Luna, A shabby shacked city, Full of sleeping children, Or maybe star crossed lovers, Maybe the kids from sandlot, Cause they never really grew up, Maybe heaven or hell, But it's beautiful, And I made it, I drownd the paint brush, Into the blackish blueish pool of water, Swirling, My finger tips dip into the paint, Cold and calming, Like a ghost of a friend, I use to know, Smearing the masterpiece into exiestence.

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Jan 30, 2015

Jan 30, 2015 at 12:45 AM UTC

madison-moskowitz

Starry Night

Running the fine hairs against my palms, The cold wooden, slick wooden, handle, Wondering which tree was this tool born from, Vast colors on every single pallet, A simple two syllable word, Could not desribe their rich beauty, My shaken hand guiding, The straight and steady paint brush, Lines lines lines lines, Dark and light and dark and light, A swirl of emotions on a piece of paper, Heart racing, Mind wandering, Wanderlust, Or just lost, Not enough color, Not enough shapes, Swirls and spirals, Like spirits in the sky, Aluminous beauty, Sprites dancing under mother Luna, A shabby shacked city, Full of sleeping children, Or maybe star crossed lovers, Maybe the kids from sandlot, Cause they never really grew up, Maybe heaven or hell, But it's beautiful, And I made it, I drownd the paint brush, Into the blackish blueish pool of water, Swirling, My finger tips dip into the paint, Cold and calming, Like a ghost of a friend, I use to know, Smearing the masterpiece into exiestence.

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