"beliver" poems - Hello Poetry

Everyday befor you walk out that doortheres that invisable line you have cross.A side you have to choose.Good or bad right and wrong.Or if your truthful then you know the lines are often blurred.For often I have been cruel only to reflect apon kindness.The road teaches as well as masks a truthful manssoul.Youth fades as we either move on or become part of a black hole known as the past.It consumes even the strongest beliver turns the brightest eyes cold and vacant.And for thoose that see dreams they thirsted for come to a reality they realize what they chased.Was with them all along.Talent isnt captured it's born locked within the tortred soulto blind to understand that it it starts from within.for once at the at the top of one mountian you relizetheres only more of thoose ******* ahead.It's not about trophys and getting your *** kissed byothers who secretly thirst for your fall.Apon reflection I wonder.Did I even want it at all?

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Feb 24, 2010

Feb 24, 2010 at 4:36 PM UTC

john-patrick-robbins-aka-gonzo

Apon Reflection

Everyday befor you walk out that doortheres that invisable line you have cross.A side you have to choose.Good or bad right and wrong.Or if your truthful then you know the lines are often blurred.For often I have been cruel only to reflect apon kindness.The road teaches as well as masks a truthful manssoul.Youth fades as we either move on or become part of a black hole known as the past.It consumes even the strongest beliver turns the brightest eyes cold and vacant.And for thoose that see dreams they thirsted for come to a reality they realize what they chased.Was with them all along.Talent isnt captured it's born locked within the tortred soulto blind to understand that it it starts from within.for once at the at the top of one mountian you relizetheres only more of thoose ******* ahead.It's not about trophys and getting your *** kissed byothers who secretly thirst for your fall.Apon reflection I wonder.Did I even want it at all?

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I'm not a winner I'm not a fighter I'm not a beliver I'm not a hoper I'm not a giver I'm not a lover I'm not outgoing I'm not smart I'm not pretty I'm not beautiful I'm not afraid I'm not scared I DON'T BELEIVE PEOPLE THAT TELL ME THIS BECAUSE WE ALL KNOW RIGHT AWAY THAT THERE JUST SCARED TO SAY THE REAL THINGS

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Aug 31, 2016

Aug 31, 2016 at 4:06 PM UTC

ytthebroken

I'm Not

I'm not a winner I'm not a fighter I'm not a beliver I'm not a hoper I'm not a giver I'm not a lover I'm not outgoing I'm not smart I'm not pretty I'm not beautiful I'm not afraid I'm not scared I DON'T BELEIVE PEOPLE THAT TELL ME THIS BECAUSE WE ALL KNOW RIGHT AWAY THAT THERE JUST SCARED TO SAY THE REAL THINGS

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She loves wild It was totally right It's her choice So world don't have any right If she want to dance like Fearless sweamer She is dreamer Beliver Achiever Forget her Are you afraid of her

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May 1, 2019

May 1, 2019 at 8:01 AM UTC

Kr7

Untitled

She loves wild It was totally right It's her choice So world don't have any right If she want to dance like Fearless sweamer She is dreamer Beliver Achiever Forget her Are you afraid of her

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Cold October morning, the wind is loud, I wake up awfully, from my dream somehow crazy. Dark skies and every cloud of color is bitterness. The sun is behind the cloud, there it is, it is heated, it just can not be seen. The smell of honey and morning coffee arouses me a little mood. I turn on TV and play music, news make mi tired. In one teaspoon of honey I felt all the beauty, tenderness, pride Our dear God is given nature. On TV was song ‘Beliver'. Too perfect for such a depressing morning.

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Oct 23, 2018

Oct 23, 2018 at 3:39 PM UTC

ivan1395

OCTOBER MORNING

Cold October morning, the wind is loud, I wake up awfully, from my dream somehow crazy. Dark skies and every cloud of color is bitterness. The sun is behind the cloud, there it is, it is heated, it just can not be seen. The smell of honey and morning coffee arouses me a little mood. I turn on TV and play music, news make mi tired. In one teaspoon of honey I felt all the beauty, tenderness, pride Our dear God is given nature. On TV was song ‘Beliver'. Too perfect for such a depressing morning.

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