"bracer" poems - Hello Poetry

(STRANGE, BUT TRUE) Love Shifting through dark channels And illuminated signs Sounds Shifting through Cubic's power amplifiers Human walking angles Tactic direction changing rhythmically Variances Transfixed steps Breaking the long loud silence On human tongues Hopes Owing to the existence Of silver enwrapped surrounding hot stars And hot feelings Unavoidably reflected upward Appearing just as a lightning bolt Or like a peculiarly fierce faithfulness Gray clouds Dropping their snow bracer Ringing bells Dropping their sad resonance In death For love.

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Dec 27, 2010

Dec 27, 2010 at 9:27 AM UTC

marieta-maglas

The city

(STRANGE, BUT TRUE) Love Shifting through dark channels And illuminated signs Sounds Shifting through Cubic's power amplifiers Human walking angles Tactic direction changing rhythmically Variances Transfixed steps Breaking the long loud silence On human tongues Hopes Owing to the existence Of silver enwrapped surrounding hot stars And hot feelings Unavoidably reflected upward Appearing just as a lightning bolt Or like a peculiarly fierce faithfulness Gray clouds Dropping their snow bracer Ringing bells Dropping their sad resonance In death For love.

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I could feel the gentle snag of my bathing suit bottoms on cement, Enjoying the sliver of shade against the afternoon sun that’s offered. All six of us had been running home ready to change and watch cartoons, Until labored breathing slowed you down. I stayed to keep you company, and I watched and waited while you fought your feet back into their bracers. Pretty, purple, and pink; they fit perfectly into your shoes, swim or sneakers; Without them your painfully high arches would end up broken or bruised. I turned away to stare down at a pair of black men’s dress shoes with worn laces. I stared down at those worn laces wondering why they were so old, and In those impeccably new black patent dress shoes reflecting my face. I let my eyes slowly drift up the length of this man, every inch a new perspective. I couldn’t understand where he’d come from or what he was doing, and What’s his shirt say? We won’t learn more cursive until next year at least. I’m cold. My eyes are no longer straining against the sun. Goosebumps erupt. I’m snapped from the retreat into my mind with a sound it couldn’t mask, I looked to you, then up to his hands brandishing your bracer, I’d heard it crack. I took stock of my surroundings to figure out why my mind had shut down, I was fully awake and racing to catch up, to rescue us, to find a solution. You can’t defend yourself with a broken bracer and your swimsuit on the ground. I pulled my suit into place, armoring myself against him, and tried to think. Before my mind was made up I felt my foot rising to kick, hoping to catch some ***** While you bit his arm with the same ferocity you generally reserved for your teachers. You spat out his blood and what looked like some flesh with a maniacal laugh While I grabbed your arm and dragged you away from him and back home.

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Feb 7, 2013

Feb 7, 2013 at 5:04 PM UTC

victoria-jean

That Curious "Gentleman"

I could feel the gentle snag of my bathing suit bottoms on cement, Enjoying the sliver of shade against the afternoon sun that’s offered. All six of us had been running home ready to change and watch cartoons, Until labored breathing slowed you down. I stayed to keep you company, and I watched and waited while you fought your feet back into their bracers. Pretty, purple, and pink; they fit perfectly into your shoes, swim or sneakers; Without them your painfully high arches would end up broken or bruised. I turned away to stare down at a pair of black men’s dress shoes with worn laces. I stared down at those worn laces wondering why they were so old, and In those impeccably new black patent dress shoes reflecting my face. I let my eyes slowly drift up the length of this man, every inch a new perspective. I couldn’t understand where he’d come from or what he was doing, and What’s his shirt say? We won’t learn more cursive until next year at least. I’m cold. My eyes are no longer straining against the sun. Goosebumps erupt. I’m snapped from the retreat into my mind with a sound it couldn’t mask, I looked to you, then up to his hands brandishing your bracer, I’d heard it crack. I took stock of my surroundings to figure out why my mind had shut down, I was fully awake and racing to catch up, to rescue us, to find a solution. You can’t defend yourself with a broken bracer and your swimsuit on the ground. I pulled my suit into place, armoring myself against him, and tried to think. Before my mind was made up I felt my foot rising to kick, hoping to catch some ***** While you bit his arm with the same ferocity you generally reserved for your teachers. You spat out his blood and what looked like some flesh with a maniacal laugh While I grabbed your arm and dragged you away from him and back home.

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In the shadows, Eyes are no where to be seen. Under thy hood of black. My bracer is flexed, Shooting a blade out from underneath. I spot my target, Moving quickly. In the crowds of people, I tail that specific one. Whose committed ****** and crime, Deceiving the Creed. Dashing forward, I pounce. Bringing him to the ground. The knife pierces his throat, A feather of blood. Respectfully giving him his final words. All you can say. "Requiescat en Pace." You *******

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Oct 17, 2014

Oct 17, 2014 at 10:20 AM UTC

julie-kirby

Goddess Assassin of Light

In the shadows, Eyes are no where to be seen. Under thy hood of black. My bracer is flexed, Shooting a blade out from underneath. I spot my target, Moving quickly. In the crowds of people, I tail that specific one. Whose committed ****** and crime, Deceiving the Creed. Dashing forward, I pounce. Bringing him to the ground. The knife pierces his throat, A feather of blood. Respectfully giving him his final words. All you can say. "Requiescat en Pace." You *******

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