"baite" poems - Hello Poetry

waited for your calle todaye when it did not come i kurst' this cold and krewel daye oft played are the games of love and lyfe skillfullye laide are the snares and traps we playe the hunter we are the baite be it known to alle we are the prey and i knowinge the price of painfulle lessons learned forsooke that knowledge which thru livinge alle mustte earne and thought to safely lure you in withe mine open hearte yes i kurse this bryghte and sunnye daye shoulde not the skye be fulle of kloudse an' fey ? 'twoulde match my moode... . . Pic Poem http://oi65.tinypic.com/dq2i48.jpg . .

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Mar 1, 2017

Mar 1, 2017 at 12:09 AM UTC

jonni-inferno

We Playe the Hunter

waited for your calle todaye when it did not come i kurst' this cold and krewel daye oft played are the games of love and lyfe skillfullye laide are the snares and traps we playe the hunter we are the baite be it known to alle we are the prey and i knowinge the price of painfulle lessons learned forsooke that knowledge which thru livinge alle mustte earne and thought to safely lure you in withe mine open hearte yes i kurse this bryghte and sunnye daye shoulde not the skye be fulle of kloudse an' fey ? 'twoulde match my moode... . . Pic Poem http://oi65.tinypic.com/dq2i48.jpg . .

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I am just going to lye on my grass and allow the bugs to do what they want Because as soon as I bask in my freedom, lying on that glistening green grass Here comes the bugs getting ready for their attack As soon as I flick one off, another comes And as hard as I fight, the bugs are the ones who have won Not because the quantity is too much for me to take But because I let them get to me and over exaggerate Realistically the bugs aren't going to eat me alive It's the way you perceive these bugs, so you let them eat at your mind And the more you allow it to happen, the more bugs will return And will soon become a habit to much to overturn but how am i suppose to free myself of becoming bug baite Or convince myself that I am not everything I hate I cant, and ive come to the conclusion I never will Because as soon as I plan my picnik, I notice the ants making their way up the hill

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Nov 27, 2013

Nov 27, 2013 at 7:43 PM UTC

daniela-gitto

Metaphor

I am just going to lye on my grass and allow the bugs to do what they want Because as soon as I bask in my freedom, lying on that glistening green grass Here comes the bugs getting ready for their attack As soon as I flick one off, another comes And as hard as I fight, the bugs are the ones who have won Not because the quantity is too much for me to take But because I let them get to me and over exaggerate Realistically the bugs aren't going to eat me alive It's the way you perceive these bugs, so you let them eat at your mind And the more you allow it to happen, the more bugs will return And will soon become a habit to much to overturn but how am i suppose to free myself of becoming bug baite Or convince myself that I am not everything I hate I cant, and ive come to the conclusion I never will Because as soon as I plan my picnik, I notice the ants making their way up the hill

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I am just going to lye on my grass and allow the bees to do what they want Because as soon as I bask in my freedom, lying on that glistening green grass Here comes the bees getting ready for their attack As soon as I flick one off, another comes And as hard as I fight, the bees are the ones who have won Not because the quantity is too much for me to take But because I let them get to me and over exaggerate Realistically the bees aren't going to eat me alive It's the way you perceive these bees, so you let them eat your mind And the more you allow it to happen, the more bees will return And will soon become a habit to much to overturn but how am I suppose to free myself of becoming bee baite I can't, and I've come to the conclusion I never will Because as soon as I plan my picnic, I notice the ants making their way up the hill.

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Jan 14, 2017

Jan 14, 2017 at 4:58 AM UTC

daniela-jolin-linares

Bees will destroy you if you don't destroy them

I am just going to lye on my grass and allow the bees to do what they want Because as soon as I bask in my freedom, lying on that glistening green grass Here comes the bees getting ready for their attack As soon as I flick one off, another comes And as hard as I fight, the bees are the ones who have won Not because the quantity is too much for me to take But because I let them get to me and over exaggerate Realistically the bees aren't going to eat me alive It's the way you perceive these bees, so you let them eat your mind And the more you allow it to happen, the more bees will return And will soon become a habit to much to overturn but how am I suppose to free myself of becoming bee baite I can't, and I've come to the conclusion I never will Because as soon as I plan my picnic, I notice the ants making their way up the hill.

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