"anwer" poems - Hello Poetry

I asked you a question I already knew the anwer I know it will hurt no matter what words from your mouth will be uttered.

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Nov 22, 2014

Nov 22, 2014 at 2:40 AM UTC

bellatrix_16

Truth

I asked you a question I already knew the anwer I know it will hurt no matter what words from your mouth will be uttered.

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He keep his mouth shut. You think he is unsocial or just a loner. He looks boring, but he sees and hears everything. Maybe he don't speak, but that doesn't mean he dont sees and hear. He see more deeply than others. How the object is in colours, what sound it makes, what vibrations and feeling it gives out. While all you see is a "thing". He sit all by himself, and write what he observe. No one walks over to say "hi", nobody notice if he is sick. He is just "there". One day a guy steals his notebook. And he reads from it out loud infront of the whole class. The quiet guy seem calm, he sits quiet as usual. In the notebook, it's the reason to be. It's the anwer of our existence, it is all the colours and music in descriptions. It is so beautiful that the whole class get touched. The next day, the quiet guy isn't their. He is in their hearts.

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Oct 18, 2015

Oct 18, 2015 at 4:23 PM UTC

Luna-Montez

Busy mind, quiet mouth

He keep his mouth shut. You think he is unsocial or just a loner. He looks boring, but he sees and hears everything. Maybe he don't speak, but that doesn't mean he dont sees and hear. He see more deeply than others. How the object is in colours, what sound it makes, what vibrations and feeling it gives out. While all you see is a "thing". He sit all by himself, and write what he observe. No one walks over to say "hi", nobody notice if he is sick. He is just "there". One day a guy steals his notebook. And he reads from it out loud infront of the whole class. The quiet guy seem calm, he sits quiet as usual. In the notebook, it's the reason to be. It's the anwer of our existence, it is all the colours and music in descriptions. It is so beautiful that the whole class get touched. The next day, the quiet guy isn't their. He is in their hearts.

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I hear that bitter sweet voice Sharp and cloying She's so beautiful But cold and spiteful Leaving traces of her touch "I'll take you away from this" I won't listen to her I reach out to something safe No answer She gains confidence with every ring No anwer "Remember my sweet release" I try again stretching up clawing out of the pit No answer I stop reaching She has my attention

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Aug 18, 2015

Aug 18, 2015 at 11:25 PM UTC

kathleen-m-1

No Answer

I hear that bitter sweet voice Sharp and cloying She's so beautiful But cold and spiteful Leaving traces of her touch "I'll take you away from this" I won't listen to her I reach out to something safe No answer She gains confidence with every ring No anwer "Remember my sweet release" I try again stretching up clawing out of the pit No answer I stop reaching She has my attention

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Coming to that quiet place we made Hand held close to my chest Darling, I've got a secret I need let out Won't you help? Won't you help me again? I've gone through it all standing on my own two feet Been the subject of ridicule and the piece of this world Totally ignored Drinking from the wells splashing deep within the earth Can't help but to get another drink Shoud've got up and moved on Can't help but to get another drink As we walk, we tear our souls from our bodies As we run, we say to them that they're too heavy to carry All I ask, All I want Is just a single word Okay Fine Salvation Sinking ever so more deeper in the recesses of this chair Struggling to hold on to reality and things seen not there How I wish you could see My head is twirling round and round and round Long ago it wasn't like this And far from now it will stop for sure But, for now, I just can't keep up with you I've let loose my soul, broke my eyes Burned my tongue, and hid my ears Oh baby, all I can do is feel you out Can't say I want to change that For those watching this tragedy in the making Take note of the change from disgust to hero I don't want you to miss the point I'm trying to make No, don't want that at all With feelings going in and out With sadness complementing the joy I feel like I'm on a tightrope I just want to know Which way to go Can't be this hard, can it? I don't think, I don't think it's going to be the same anymore All my dreams are smashed on the ground Can't even see them anymore. In sixty seconds I'll have gone past the horizon In an hour or two I'll pass through the waves of torment Kind friends, tell me What is it that makes things go away? I've searched long and hard for an anwer And come up to only a subtle piano key Being played I've made every doubt perish Every thought die Still it lingers Still it lingers in my eyes We've pushed through things we didnt' know were there And forgot those with which we built bridges to And, to end it all, we've come this far II. Things change and roll on I've lost every sensation but memory Taken from me everything Stolen in the night Passion misplaced Ransacked houses

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Jun 14, 2010

Jun 14, 2010 at 4:26 PM UTC

trevor-lee-boyd

New genesis

Coming to that quiet place we made Hand held close to my chest Darling, I've got a secret I need let out Won't you help? Won't you help me again? I've gone through it all standing on my own two feet Been the subject of ridicule and the piece of this world Totally ignored Drinking from the wells splashing deep within the earth Can't help but to get another drink Shoud've got up and moved on Can't help but to get another drink As we walk, we tear our souls from our bodies As we run, we say to them that they're too heavy to carry All I ask, All I want Is just a single word Okay Fine Salvation Sinking ever so more deeper in the recesses of this chair Struggling to hold on to reality and things seen not there How I wish you could see My head is twirling round and round and round Long ago it wasn't like this And far from now it will stop for sure But, for now, I just can't keep up with you I've let loose my soul, broke my eyes Burned my tongue, and hid my ears Oh baby, all I can do is feel you out Can't say I want to change that For those watching this tragedy in the making Take note of the change from disgust to hero I don't want you to miss the point I'm trying to make No, don't want that at all With feelings going in and out With sadness complementing the joy I feel like I'm on a tightrope I just want to know Which way to go Can't be this hard, can it? I don't think, I don't think it's going to be the same anymore All my dreams are smashed on the ground Can't even see them anymore. In sixty seconds I'll have gone past the horizon In an hour or two I'll pass through the waves of torment Kind friends, tell me What is it that makes things go away? I've searched long and hard for an anwer And come up to only a subtle piano key Being played I've made every doubt perish Every thought die Still it lingers Still it lingers in my eyes We've pushed through things we didnt' know were there And forgot those with which we built bridges to And, to end it all, we've come this far II. Things change and roll on I've lost every sensation but memory Taken from me everything Stolen in the night Passion misplaced Ransacked houses

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everyday people ask me what depression is like id always anwer you wouldnt understand. you wouldnt understand what it feels like to drown deeper in sadness everyday, or how it feels to cry myself to sleep,and not say a peep. you wouldnt understand the pain i hide behind that bright smile i constantly put on, to hide all that shame. you would never understand the cuts on my body, people constantly telling me ive been naughty. i constantly feel like im going insane, what is wrong with my brain, im sick of hiding all the pain. but most importantly you would never understand true sadness, what its like to constantly feel sick,not physicly but mentally. constantly having no energie, wanting to erase your memory. depression but this is the reality of sadness

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Dec 6, 2013

Dec 6, 2013 at 12:44 PM UTC

psm

sadness

everyday people ask me what depression is like id always anwer you wouldnt understand. you wouldnt understand what it feels like to drown deeper in sadness everyday, or how it feels to cry myself to sleep,and not say a peep. you wouldnt understand the pain i hide behind that bright smile i constantly put on, to hide all that shame. you would never understand the cuts on my body, people constantly telling me ive been naughty. i constantly feel like im going insane, what is wrong with my brain, im sick of hiding all the pain. but most importantly you would never understand true sadness, what its like to constantly feel sick,not physicly but mentally. constantly having no energie, wanting to erase your memory. depression but this is the reality of sadness

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When we left the icy land to drown in the scent of the bustling city, the streets were rippling with hearts stealing. There is no quiet in the bustling city nor winter, so there is no place for any cold word or heavy souls. Everything here smiles, the eyes are filled with incense and colors, and mouths have hymns. In the sweet moments here, you can't find anything but amazing moments and deep stories. Colorful lights paint the walls and cheeks and bloom with henna on the hands. I cannot forget that tree-covered road caressing our heads and the skyscraper that stands at the heart of an enchanting beach.

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Aug 7, 2020

Aug 7, 2020 at 5:05 AM UTC

anwerghani

The Bustling City; a prose poem by Anwer Ghani

When we left the icy land to drown in the scent of the bustling city, the streets were rippling with hearts stealing. There is no quiet in the bustling city nor winter, so there is no place for any cold word or heavy souls. Everything here smiles, the eyes are filled with incense and colors, and mouths have hymns. In the sweet moments here, you can't find anything but amazing moments and deep stories. Colorful lights paint the walls and cheeks and bloom with henna on the hands. I cannot forget that tree-covered road caressing our heads and the skyscraper that stands at the heart of an enchanting beach.

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There is a part of me, just begging to be explained to be understood Just wanting the prepetual motion of forward To never have to look back, and examine a personal history to anwer for No, forever moving to a distant goal Casting away what leaves us Unburdening our souls of the wasted There is a part of me, begging To run free, forever away from this place From the questions, Half answered Never to be understood, and how could they be? Time finds me, stuck running Where am I running? Take me away, take away Just take me away from all of this If I just move forward Hold my head up I will find that place peace

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Jan 3, 2012

Jan 3, 2012 at 6:34 PM UTC

hayley-dobbs

Away From Here

There is a part of me, just begging to be explained to be understood Just wanting the prepetual motion of forward To never have to look back, and examine a personal history to anwer for No, forever moving to a distant goal Casting away what leaves us Unburdening our souls of the wasted There is a part of me, begging To run free, forever away from this place From the questions, Half answered Never to be understood, and how could they be? Time finds me, stuck running Where am I running? Take me away, take away Just take me away from all of this If I just move forward Hold my head up I will find that place peace

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what I'm trying to say is, you are in deep, its getting close to whatever was your ending, you're not the person you thought you were, take yourself closer to god, take yourself closer to shaking rock, rattling at your feet, the exact anwer, I'm presenting it to you, and it isn't pretty, your armies are rowing away from you, you sea sick ******* try to make some connections, try to make the hollies folly, the desperate hands that claw out for you have nothing better to do but to sit and wait at your doorstep, you have nothing to fear yet, you crave a bit of comfort, the warmth, the deep breaths, the p nothing nothing notthing to have one, and to have it project ut with a climactic answer, ready fret the next one, sweating out the future, leading to a corruptible past, finishing last, those heavy concrete jungle stinging bleachers, sticking to your skin, sweating out the pores, my answer for tonight is still more questions,

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Feb 18, 2015

Feb 18, 2015 at 4:57 AM UTC

Seanzy

the exect answer

what I'm trying to say is, you are in deep, its getting close to whatever was your ending, you're not the person you thought you were, take yourself closer to god, take yourself closer to shaking rock, rattling at your feet, the exact anwer, I'm presenting it to you, and it isn't pretty, your armies are rowing away from you, you sea sick ******* try to make some connections, try to make the hollies folly, the desperate hands that claw out for you have nothing better to do but to sit and wait at your doorstep, you have nothing to fear yet, you crave a bit of comfort, the warmth, the deep breaths, the p nothing nothing notthing to have one, and to have it project ut with a climactic answer, ready fret the next one, sweating out the future, leading to a corruptible past, finishing last, those heavy concrete jungle stinging bleachers, sticking to your skin, sweating out the pores, my answer for tonight is still more questions,

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I am from the south where sun plays Tukki and palm trees chant fine melodies but in Delhi is the enchantment. There, the enthrallment steals the hearts, so I was missing it just within two days away from it. You can imagine this unrelenting nostalgia, and the deep *********** Delhi is not just a six armed God; in fact, Delhi is an endless river of amazement, shrill yearning for grandeur and an eternal poem of beauty. It is the home of charming, and simply it is the land of winsomeness and the enthralling face of life. The awesome tall trees in Delhi add to its coffee a special sweetness, the bewitching brown marble gives its words a delicious taste and the grand old buildings colors its memory with unforgettable memories.

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Apr 15, 2019

Apr 15, 2019 at 11:21 PM UTC

anwerghani

ANWER IN DELHI

I am from the south where sun plays Tukki and palm trees chant fine melodies but in Delhi is the enchantment. There, the enthrallment steals the hearts, so I was missing it just within two days away from it. You can imagine this unrelenting nostalgia, and the deep *********** Delhi is not just a six armed God; in fact, Delhi is an endless river of amazement, shrill yearning for grandeur and an eternal poem of beauty. It is the home of charming, and simply it is the land of winsomeness and the enthralling face of life. The awesome tall trees in Delhi add to its coffee a special sweetness, the bewitching brown marble gives its words a delicious taste and the grand old buildings colors its memory with unforgettable memories.

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