"broking" poems - Hello Poetry

That lasting life change So deep, so heart felt? How is it born? That deep inner knowing A place of understanding Connected to what Is Divine within each of us? As we work together to understand truth What lies within each of us and directs us To the deepest desired connections Of our intertwined hearts? Is this within? The unfolding Inner most being A Higher Spiritual Self? The Spiritual Man The Spiritual Woman Who's purpose exposes Our strengths and weaknesses With expected and unexpected gifts? As our weaknesses bring Us to our knees Lamenting our life's challenges Crying out our broking hearts Evaluating the known and unknown How do we begin to move along The Way Home?! Do we go into the unknown shadow of darkness Only to shriek and back away? Or do we chose to allow courage To accept our steps into it's presence? In spite of our fears Will we allow courage To forge our greatest strengths? As steal within the bellowing fires? And if we allow resolve Will we find deeper wisdom and truth Beating within the sacred chambers of our hearts? The opening is before us. If you place a hand on the door Open it wide! It was then! He stepped into the shadow of His own darkness….. Finding himself alone He reached his hand back Toward hers. Stepping into her own shadow She grasped his outstretched hand Pulling, supporting, anchoring together Both facing the Light... From within their own Shadows of darkness Holding fast, They began their journey together. Step by step Line up on line Precept upon precept.....

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May 20, 2022

May 20, 2022 at 5:51 PM UTC

KeiyaT

How does it begin?

That lasting life change So deep, so heart felt? How is it born? That deep inner knowing A place of understanding Connected to what Is Divine within each of us? As we work together to understand truth What lies within each of us and directs us To the deepest desired connections Of our intertwined hearts? Is this within? The unfolding Inner most being A Higher Spiritual Self? The Spiritual Man The Spiritual Woman Who's purpose exposes Our strengths and weaknesses With expected and unexpected gifts? As our weaknesses bring Us to our knees Lamenting our life's challenges Crying out our broking hearts Evaluating the known and unknown How do we begin to move along The Way Home?! Do we go into the unknown shadow of darkness Only to shriek and back away? Or do we chose to allow courage To accept our steps into it's presence? In spite of our fears Will we allow courage To forge our greatest strengths? As steal within the bellowing fires? And if we allow resolve Will we find deeper wisdom and truth Beating within the sacred chambers of our hearts? The opening is before us. If you place a hand on the door Open it wide! It was then! He stepped into the shadow of His own darkness….. Finding himself alone He reached his hand back Toward hers. Stepping into her own shadow She grasped his outstretched hand Pulling, supporting, anchoring together Both facing the Light... From within their own Shadows of darkness Holding fast, They began their journey together. Step by step Line up on line Precept upon precept.....

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I regret (usually too late), the authority Of the sitting government. Any government. Once in power (I regret that word) The back room broking good ole boys At the exit polls loose their senses, Sight and hearing. Feelings get hurt. Taxes are wasted. The trough gouging is too loud. I resent lying. I regret (mostly from the evidence), The too full baskets of organized religion Overflowing from indulgences; The Roman fingers Poaching coins for another memorial window; The glass cathedrals And get-a-way cars. I resent hypocrisy. I regret people don't arrive on time (no matter the time); Especially when outside anyplace waiting, Perhaps a light for a smoke is needed, Or there's inclement weather, The nearby company is distasteful. Waiting dinner. Late children are the worse. They cause worry. I resent the selfishness of time. I regret being diseased, And hated for it. When in remission I'm loved. Active, not so much. The know-its say it's a matter of will. Like you can cure Cancer or smallpox with thoughts. The one symptom alone, hurt, Would need temples of meditating chanters! I resent condemnation. I regret failed relationships: Family, friends and women. My thoughts are mine; If I said everything You'd have a different opinion Of what I am. So we don't Because we can't Say things: we would appear as socio-paths. We think good and bad; Therefore we're real. A virtual humanity. I resent blathering. I regret an educational system That believes in paradigm shifts; Spouting new-age lingo: If it's not broken, break it; Selling out to athletics, Or Mr., Ms and Mrs. know All about education; They went to school. Bullies top the list. I resent permissive parents. Most of all, I regret My resentments.

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Jul 15, 2014

Jul 15, 2014 at 12:44 AM UTC

francie-lynch

Most of All

I regret (usually too late), the authority Of the sitting government. Any government. Once in power (I regret that word) The back room broking good ole boys At the exit polls loose their senses, Sight and hearing. Feelings get hurt. Taxes are wasted. The trough gouging is too loud. I resent lying. I regret (mostly from the evidence), The too full baskets of organized religion Overflowing from indulgences; The Roman fingers Poaching coins for another memorial window; The glass cathedrals And get-a-way cars. I resent hypocrisy. I regret people don't arrive on time (no matter the time); Especially when outside anyplace waiting, Perhaps a light for a smoke is needed, Or there's inclement weather, The nearby company is distasteful. Waiting dinner. Late children are the worse. They cause worry. I resent the selfishness of time. I regret being diseased, And hated for it. When in remission I'm loved. Active, not so much. The know-its say it's a matter of will. Like you can cure Cancer or smallpox with thoughts. The one symptom alone, hurt, Would need temples of meditating chanters! I resent condemnation. I regret failed relationships: Family, friends and women. My thoughts are mine; If I said everything You'd have a different opinion Of what I am. So we don't Because we can't Say things: we would appear as socio-paths. We think good and bad; Therefore we're real. A virtual humanity. I resent blathering. I regret an educational system That believes in paradigm shifts; Spouting new-age lingo: If it's not broken, break it; Selling out to athletics, Or Mr., Ms and Mrs. know All about education; They went to school. Bullies top the list. I resent permissive parents. Most of all, I regret My resentments.

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Every single one of us comes into this world as a seed Whether we reach our full potential remain to be seen We are filled with dreams Still, is our heart strong enough to rely on its self esteem? Indeed, a weak heart is tied down by desire A such gifted liar Controlled by it, you will suffer from it's whims Slowly but surely broking your wings Procrastination,sloth are his deceit Making you believe that your life is infinite While its running out like a hourglass Internal war for internal peace This is what is needed for it to cease A heavy task that will leave you full of sweat But is life worth living if it is filled with regrets?

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Jun 8, 2013

Jun 8, 2013 at 7:47 PM UTC

rachid-insa

Internal war for internal peace

Every single one of us comes into this world as a seed Whether we reach our full potential remain to be seen We are filled with dreams Still, is our heart strong enough to rely on its self esteem? Indeed, a weak heart is tied down by desire A such gifted liar Controlled by it, you will suffer from it's whims Slowly but surely broking your wings Procrastination,sloth are his deceit Making you believe that your life is infinite While its running out like a hourglass Internal war for internal peace This is what is needed for it to cease A heavy task that will leave you full of sweat But is life worth living if it is filled with regrets?

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Nothing is a normal name not that full of shame, hate or someone to blame roses 're red, voliots 're blue but thier's is nothing to do i alwys say hi, look up to the sky, share my words & wait for some music kinda look like the blus yelling as a broking clock claiming she's getting the time right, yes & twice in one day.

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Feb 17, 2015

Feb 17, 2015 at 11:51 AM UTC

yassine-bakhta

Nothing

Nothing is a normal name not that full of shame, hate or someone to blame roses 're red, voliots 're blue but thier's is nothing to do i alwys say hi, look up to the sky, share my words & wait for some music kinda look like the blus yelling as a broking clock claiming she's getting the time right, yes & twice in one day.

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From the moment we met I didn't have to fake it Everything felt right yet A piece or two didn't fit Hoping to hear from you soon I told you how to get in touch with me Your call sent me to the moon Soon we'll know if we are meant to be For two weeks everything was cool Talks, movies, and music we did Shot a couple games of pool Friends start making bids One night we had too much to drink Words exchanged to let feelings out Can't take it back, we just didnt think Hearts broken we begin to pout Nothing more to say that night Upset and unsure to bed we go Waking up we begin to fight Broking up to become your foe

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Jul 3, 2015

Jul 3, 2015 at 9:06 AM UTC

monkii

To Become Foes

From the moment we met I didn't have to fake it Everything felt right yet A piece or two didn't fit Hoping to hear from you soon I told you how to get in touch with me Your call sent me to the moon Soon we'll know if we are meant to be For two weeks everything was cool Talks, movies, and music we did Shot a couple games of pool Friends start making bids One night we had too much to drink Words exchanged to let feelings out Can't take it back, we just didnt think Hearts broken we begin to pout Nothing more to say that night Upset and unsure to bed we go Waking up we begin to fight Broking up to become your foe

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Looking at the sky which seems to rain My heart is also ready to rain through my eyes I can't let you to leave me I can't let you to ruin me I can't let you to love me I can't let you to broke me I can't let you to fool me I can't let you to use me But i am begging me to leave you But i am broking my self But i am loosing my self There is no me,all that left is the pain,hurt and tears left for you and by you

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Aug 6, 2019

Aug 6, 2019 at 6:49 AM UTC

Bhargavikorrapati

HEART BROKE

Looking at the sky which seems to rain My heart is also ready to rain through my eyes I can't let you to leave me I can't let you to ruin me I can't let you to love me I can't let you to broke me I can't let you to fool me I can't let you to use me But i am begging me to leave you But i am broking my self But i am loosing my self There is no me,all that left is the pain,hurt and tears left for you and by you

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Don't see me as the broking girl. I am so much more.

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May 3, 2019

May 3, 2019 at 10:26 AM UTC

Butterfly

See me as more

Don't see me as the broking girl. I am so much more.

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There’s a pawn shop broking on the corner Doin’ some good business As the venerable beads of the abacus announce Their returns An’ the parking lot hasn’t a lot of what It was equipped for Meanwhile the pillars of salt are crumbling Flickering signs changing all the times For the manys Whilst flashing on for enlightenment Of the fews Broken light’s dancing on the pavement It’s a sign on the shoes While the sun blinds up as regular These are the good times for the bad Robbers of the daylight Even better times for curtains Nobody’s payin’ any attention to anybody Stuttering out their views We’re just watching a concerto Making an overture to the blues.

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Jun 16, 2018

Jun 16, 2018 at 12:23 PM UTC

duncan-brown-1

The Glassman

There’s a pawn shop broking on the corner Doin’ some good business As the venerable beads of the abacus announce Their returns An’ the parking lot hasn’t a lot of what It was equipped for Meanwhile the pillars of salt are crumbling Flickering signs changing all the times For the manys Whilst flashing on for enlightenment Of the fews Broken light’s dancing on the pavement It’s a sign on the shoes While the sun blinds up as regular These are the good times for the bad Robbers of the daylight Even better times for curtains Nobody’s payin’ any attention to anybody Stuttering out their views We’re just watching a concerto Making an overture to the blues.

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