"burdenous" poems - Hello Poetry

I say I live as a burden, My mouth sealed shut. So that I may not utter the words, Of my weighted thoughts. These truths weigh a ton, And I've far too many for just one head. For even mine. My head bobs to my shoulder, Weakened necks can't hold this. Now I'm shaking, Trembling. Because I gave you the rocks, The stones that broke my neck. And you are fading, Drifting all at once. Give me your boulders, And we will be even. Give me your mountains, So I can rest easy. My burdenous brain Broken neck Heavy thoughts I never meant to break your neck too

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Apr 11, 2015

Apr 11, 2015 at 12:04 AM UTC

lizzy15

Burden girl

I say I live as a burden, My mouth sealed shut. So that I may not utter the words, Of my weighted thoughts. These truths weigh a ton, And I've far too many for just one head. For even mine. My head bobs to my shoulder, Weakened necks can't hold this. Now I'm shaking, Trembling. Because I gave you the rocks, The stones that broke my neck. And you are fading, Drifting all at once. Give me your boulders, And we will be even. Give me your mountains, So I can rest easy. My burdenous brain Broken neck Heavy thoughts I never meant to break your neck too

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She’s dead; and all which die To their first elements resolve; And we were mutual elements to us, And made of one another. My body then doth hers involve, And those things whereof I consist hereby In me abundant grow, and burdenous, And nourish not, but smother. My fire of passion, sighs of air, Water of tears, and earthly sad despair, Which my materials be, But near worn out by love’s security, She, to my loss, doth by her death repair, And I might live long wretched so But that my fire doth with my fuel grow. Now as those Active Kings Whose foreign conquest treasure brings, Receive more, and spend more, and soonest break: This (which I am amazed that I can speak) This death hath with my store My use increased. And so my soul more earnestly released Will outstrip hers; as bullets flown before A latter bullet may o’ertake, the powder being more.

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John Donne

The Dissolution

She’s dead; and all which die To their first elements resolve; And we were mutual elements to us, And made of one another. My body then doth hers involve, And those things whereof I consist hereby In me abundant grow, and burdenous, And nourish not, but smother. My fire of passion, sighs of air, Water of tears, and earthly sad despair, Which my materials be, But near worn out by love’s security, She, to my loss, doth by her death repair, And I might live long wretched so But that my fire doth with my fuel grow. Now as those Active Kings Whose foreign conquest treasure brings, Receive more, and spend more, and soonest break: This (which I am amazed that I can speak) This death hath with my store My use increased. And so my soul more earnestly released Will outstrip hers; as bullets flown before A latter bullet may o’ertake, the powder being more.

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Hands that hold to speak quiver in this moonlight awaiting slipping moments peak to cry to the heart Trembling its darkened dawns dusting away at the pieces of myself that have been left to the wind. Emptied caskets fill the spaces of energetic flesh on my breast Gashed and still in this wippity whimperous moment. Do you hear me? Do you hear me when I make silent calls between two worlds, Do you hear my voice calling to you? Then gapes a girl curious to explore the world "I think I hear you" she says, all the while raising an ear to snippits. I, I just want to love you so, so deeply I want to cleanse you I want to make you shine with a radience like sunlight liquid dancing flickers on flowing river songs creek beds of bliss Do you hear me? Do you hear me? Do you, you , you, you, you hear me? I´m pleading to that smile hidden by mental chitter chatter hop off the train, empty off your platter of burdenous fruits release all of that matter Do you hear me? Hey darling, moon belly seastar dancer I see you I love you I am you Do you hear my long echoing cries for freedom? Do you hear my gentle sighs, gateways to divine skies Do you hear me? A drop of arms A rising breath an emptied teth "I hear you¨" she says, "I hear you, I hear you, I hear you!!" her voice roars on "I hear you, I am you" Wild ravonous wails I hear your nightingale calls, I hear the ups and downs as heartbeat falls, I hear rambling nectar rollin smoothly off our soul I hear a lovebirds sonnet roll Oh mother, oh Great on in Me in You in We, I hear you, I hear you, I hear you, I hear you and I´m ready to listen.

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Mar 3, 2015

Mar 3, 2015 at 6:23 PM UTC

heather-moon

Listening

Hands that hold to speak quiver in this moonlight awaiting slipping moments peak to cry to the heart Trembling its darkened dawns dusting away at the pieces of myself that have been left to the wind. Emptied caskets fill the spaces of energetic flesh on my breast Gashed and still in this wippity whimperous moment. Do you hear me? Do you hear me when I make silent calls between two worlds, Do you hear my voice calling to you? Then gapes a girl curious to explore the world "I think I hear you" she says, all the while raising an ear to snippits. I, I just want to love you so, so deeply I want to cleanse you I want to make you shine with a radience like sunlight liquid dancing flickers on flowing river songs creek beds of bliss Do you hear me? Do you hear me? Do you, you , you, you, you hear me? I´m pleading to that smile hidden by mental chitter chatter hop off the train, empty off your platter of burdenous fruits release all of that matter Do you hear me? Hey darling, moon belly seastar dancer I see you I love you I am you Do you hear my long echoing cries for freedom? Do you hear my gentle sighs, gateways to divine skies Do you hear me? A drop of arms A rising breath an emptied teth "I hear you¨" she says, "I hear you, I hear you, I hear you!!" her voice roars on "I hear you, I am you" Wild ravonous wails I hear your nightingale calls, I hear the ups and downs as heartbeat falls, I hear rambling nectar rollin smoothly off our soul I hear a lovebirds sonnet roll Oh mother, oh Great on in Me in You in We, I hear you, I hear you, I hear you, I hear you and I´m ready to listen.

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A key thinker An intellectual One who practices philosophy The pride of the world Lover of wisdom The dream of everyone He thinks with clarity The admiration of every academia and common man Resolving existential problems is his focus Human conditions are his concern Bringing to light those in the dark is his major priority Other disciplines, he studies for evaluation and certainty The protection of human interest has been his basic goal To all unanswered questions he provides answers He makes clear the unclear through rationality and empiricism Burdenous are the misconceptions he faces But it affects him not Strong, agile and confident he stands when criticized The best leader with zero mimesis Good at addressing sociopolitical questions He offers theories on profound questions The idea of him as a king Was born by a great thinker, A mentor, Plato the great The dialogue in the republic has been his base A ruler he is Who possesses reliability Living a simple and humble life willingly Aims at discovering the ideal polis Worthy is he, the king An encapsulation of ideas he is With confidence he defends them His philosophical agility is beyond compare Encouragement to the young minded he gives Victory goes to the philosopher king Congratulations!!!

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Feb 10, 2021

Feb 10, 2021 at 5:42 AM UTC

emmanuel-samuel-maris

THE PHILOSOPHER KING

A key thinker An intellectual One who practices philosophy The pride of the world Lover of wisdom The dream of everyone He thinks with clarity The admiration of every academia and common man Resolving existential problems is his focus Human conditions are his concern Bringing to light those in the dark is his major priority Other disciplines, he studies for evaluation and certainty The protection of human interest has been his basic goal To all unanswered questions he provides answers He makes clear the unclear through rationality and empiricism Burdenous are the misconceptions he faces But it affects him not Strong, agile and confident he stands when criticized The best leader with zero mimesis Good at addressing sociopolitical questions He offers theories on profound questions The idea of him as a king Was born by a great thinker, A mentor, Plato the great The dialogue in the republic has been his base A ruler he is Who possesses reliability Living a simple and humble life willingly Aims at discovering the ideal polis Worthy is he, the king An encapsulation of ideas he is With confidence he defends them His philosophical agility is beyond compare Encouragement to the young minded he gives Victory goes to the philosopher king Congratulations!!!

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