"brawled" poems - Hello Poetry

Seeing you all brawled up, Gets the best of me. Don't know why in this life, Seeing your beauty. All fixed bruises and scars, Forced for me to care. Poisoning white devils, For the fallen ones. I to rise in it all, Till fixed seasons come. The best of my conscious, Luring a dark void. Hoping to swallow me, The best of me whole.

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Jul 2, 2018

Jul 2, 2018 at 12:29 AM UTC

NickolasJMcKee

The Best of Me

Seeing you all brawled up, Gets the best of me. Don't know why in this life, Seeing your beauty. All fixed bruises and scars, Forced for me to care. Poisoning white devils, For the fallen ones. I to rise in it all, Till fixed seasons come. The best of my conscious, Luring a dark void. Hoping to swallow me, The best of me whole.

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you look so good like a goddess where's the courage to tell you? do I know the right words? An innocence of love like a bird in the sky, in its cerulean heaven, all its purity untainted. all the painters in the world using all their colors like ravens and vultures, and the advertisers using maroon and crimson like doves and love, they just don't know. How you look in a snapshot, is better than a mural. I hate that we can't talk any more, seems decrepit, I'm so poor, spoiled by the gift of your lost love, like a pearl in my mouth, every gulp of the sea is a tearjerker. All I want is love and affection from the eden of your love, the juice of your apple a knowledge only concerning to gods. The seed of your body, a peachtree paradise, each pod dropping to the body of my death, like the shroud of renewal. Each new picture of you: the destruction of your youth, and the eruption of your wonderland, is another nail, another regretful wish that I'd seen and understood everything beautiful about you. Even in the moontide hours, when the dawn brawled and your teeth crawled against the loose skin of my earlobes as you gripped with pearly whites my lying flesh, and my lips touched every truth you'd never known. Only god could ever know the pain of now. Only I could ever wish I knew your heaven.

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Jan 7, 2014

Jan 7, 2014 at 12:19 AM UTC

Waverly

Hayley.

you look so good like a goddess where's the courage to tell you? do I know the right words? An innocence of love like a bird in the sky, in its cerulean heaven, all its purity untainted. all the painters in the world using all their colors like ravens and vultures, and the advertisers using maroon and crimson like doves and love, they just don't know. How you look in a snapshot, is better than a mural. I hate that we can't talk any more, seems decrepit, I'm so poor, spoiled by the gift of your lost love, like a pearl in my mouth, every gulp of the sea is a tearjerker. All I want is love and affection from the eden of your love, the juice of your apple a knowledge only concerning to gods. The seed of your body, a peachtree paradise, each pod dropping to the body of my death, like the shroud of renewal. Each new picture of you: the destruction of your youth, and the eruption of your wonderland, is another nail, another regretful wish that I'd seen and understood everything beautiful about you. Even in the moontide hours, when the dawn brawled and your teeth crawled against the loose skin of my earlobes as you gripped with pearly whites my lying flesh, and my lips touched every truth you'd never known. Only god could ever know the pain of now. Only I could ever wish I knew your heaven.

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Both of those two That day brawled Sworn about the tolls "Reincarnation, We both shall be boys next life!" For then they could combat And he,finally could hit 'she' Who then be he Pleased ,said she: I shall reciprocate thee Laughed at it Both rolled giggling arms in arms Or heads on the beseated knees

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Feb 14, 2019

Feb 14, 2019 at 2:34 PM UTC

Bohemian_

The penultimate laughter

Both of those two That day brawled Sworn about the tolls "Reincarnation, We both shall be boys next life!" For then they could combat And he,finally could hit 'she' Who then be he Pleased ,said she: I shall reciprocate thee Laughed at it Both rolled giggling arms in arms Or heads on the beseated knees

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Far, far away Deep in the woods Filled with thick trees and tall grass Lived a man named ‘Saga’ Short and stout Noisy and loud He lived alone Screaming at the air, talking to the rain Saga lived in a cave Posing to be brave But, afraid of the loneliness How naïve! Living in the wild Far away from his tribe Alone through the woods he steered Saga was afeard He missed his wife His old, happy life And cursed the dusk When he lost his way, following the musk He cursed his daughter, Hilde Deeming her the reason he was lost in wild ‘Why did you have to be so obstinate?’ ‘Spoilt as hell, brat, ****** arrogant” Mumbling under his breath He was lost in his wrath Crossing the same eerie desire trail With misty fog and traces of hail “What a horrifying path to take Death be waiting for all treading this way” Shivering and afeard He walked rapidly till that path disappeared Days passed and nights went by He lay on the grass Watching the drifting sky Change its color from blue to brass The trees rustled and wind blew As the storm brewed Sky thundered, rivers creaked Saga listened to the forest screak. “Hellish! I am lost in these labyrinthine woods With cimmerian paths and Styngian brooks” He started towards his aphotic cave “Someone come for me and save!” The forest grew murkier and dark Deafening sounds of storm, hark! A whip just cracked Echoing the sound of a thousand claps. Saga fastened his pace In terror and haste Mud laved his feet As if mocking Saga’s hysterical retreat. “Oh! Get out of my way you muck” As he fell on his face – Shmck! Thud! flumb! squelch! splosh! deign! He flushed through the water of rain. For hours he struggled against the gush Louder and louder grew brus With each passing minute, the storm soared The forest rumbled and sky roared. Saga brawled and bawled As if trying to silence the stormy howl. Alas! all his attempts failed Unconscious soon, he sailed Where to? He would never know For the forest had already beseeched his breath Saga swam through the wild flow Into the comfortable arms of Death.

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Jun 9, 2018

Jun 9, 2018 at 6:59 AM UTC

Kaaya_Faye_7

Vadon

Far, far away Deep in the woods Filled with thick trees and tall grass Lived a man named ‘Saga’ Short and stout Noisy and loud He lived alone Screaming at the air, talking to the rain Saga lived in a cave Posing to be brave But, afraid of the loneliness How naïve! Living in the wild Far away from his tribe Alone through the woods he steered Saga was afeard He missed his wife His old, happy life And cursed the dusk When he lost his way, following the musk He cursed his daughter, Hilde Deeming her the reason he was lost in wild ‘Why did you have to be so obstinate?’ ‘Spoilt as hell, brat, ****** arrogant” Mumbling under his breath He was lost in his wrath Crossing the same eerie desire trail With misty fog and traces of hail “What a horrifying path to take Death be waiting for all treading this way” Shivering and afeard He walked rapidly till that path disappeared Days passed and nights went by He lay on the grass Watching the drifting sky Change its color from blue to brass The trees rustled and wind blew As the storm brewed Sky thundered, rivers creaked Saga listened to the forest screak. “Hellish! I am lost in these labyrinthine woods With cimmerian paths and Styngian brooks” He started towards his aphotic cave “Someone come for me and save!” The forest grew murkier and dark Deafening sounds of storm, hark! A whip just cracked Echoing the sound of a thousand claps. Saga fastened his pace In terror and haste Mud laved his feet As if mocking Saga’s hysterical retreat. “Oh! Get out of my way you muck” As he fell on his face – Shmck! Thud! flumb! squelch! splosh! deign! He flushed through the water of rain. For hours he struggled against the gush Louder and louder grew brus With each passing minute, the storm soared The forest rumbled and sky roared. Saga brawled and bawled As if trying to silence the stormy howl. Alas! all his attempts failed Unconscious soon, he sailed Where to? He would never know For the forest had already beseeched his breath Saga swam through the wild flow Into the comfortable arms of Death.

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