"chrono" poems - Hello Poetry

"Errant on the initial perception we sought to lessen misconceptions to none." but put upon by reason, i call the kings on treason and smash them all for fun. dodge the waves of lightning though they stand and say i'm lying. i see how far they'll go to make this death defying. so i calculate probability of actuality to infinity incredulity crawls close to profanity spiraling seems to be looming inevitably undone

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Jan 11, 2014

Jan 11, 2014 at 5:52 AM UTC

mandala-lama

Schizo-psycho-chrono-coma-logical

"Errant on the initial perception we sought to lessen misconceptions to none." but put upon by reason, i call the kings on treason and smash them all for fun. dodge the waves of lightning though they stand and say i'm lying. i see how far they'll go to make this death defying. so i calculate probability of actuality to infinity incredulity crawls close to profanity spiraling seems to be looming inevitably undone

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Faith is a funny tale, Banging!, on no ones thought of what door, Humming and cooing and my window jail, and trudging at my pondering floor To quicksand it desolates -suddenly- from titular crown of metals to pallid birch, All cones of mono roll down on a trolley with the tetra floss that burns the torch, Fate is a formidable foe, Descend itself to morrows fort, discriminating as it comes and goes to what it justifies at court, Stepping to festive cascades, lying faintly on the tomb of beds Where the harbinger harvest withering fades, there it cuts the echoing threads So we alone stroll at chrono's fraud, Brooming dust into makers state, Sack of pennies nods; smirks at prudent gestures sad, That is when and then we go back to old date

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Feb 6, 2015

Feb 6, 2015 at 5:23 AM UTC

mark-lambert

Time-Step

Faith is a funny tale, Banging!, on no ones thought of what door, Humming and cooing and my window jail, and trudging at my pondering floor To quicksand it desolates -suddenly- from titular crown of metals to pallid birch, All cones of mono roll down on a trolley with the tetra floss that burns the torch, Fate is a formidable foe, Descend itself to morrows fort, discriminating as it comes and goes to what it justifies at court, Stepping to festive cascades, lying faintly on the tomb of beds Where the harbinger harvest withering fades, there it cuts the echoing threads So we alone stroll at chrono's fraud, Brooming dust into makers state, Sack of pennies nods; smirks at prudent gestures sad, That is when and then we go back to old date

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Freedom is power Born in wealth, the sins of my fingertips silent tongue did cast me aside your kingdom diamond crown. Chronological genius you for chrono disaster me Ram. O feedom who runs free! Mostly winds fly blowing yelling hissing out so loud winds destroying Mansions strong towers and never get charged with deadly blowing crimes. No human has such freedom. Wind is free to give life or death. We all pop out giving joy and pain. We begin in the same womb, yet live estranged from each other on this planet lucky to even share a song or a poem, slaves to buck that must be earned to pay for bare necessities. Lucky we pay not for oxigen to breathe as of yet. Oh that I was wind to fly and Swirl my lover up and down the whole night through cosmophile and blow all enemies skyhigh and back down eighty mile an hour. If only your freedom winds joined mine E.T. divine for my hurracane dancing twisters Tycoons or soft breeze to sway the willows of our sins Oh wind Tandabam tam-tam Come be not gone tantric with passer by greener grassy winds. ~~~ Karijinbba

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Oct 11, 2021

Oct 11, 2021 at 12:50 AM UTC

karijinbba

Oh E.T freedom wind.

Freedom is power Born in wealth, the sins of my fingertips silent tongue did cast me aside your kingdom diamond crown. Chronological genius you for chrono disaster me Ram. O feedom who runs free! Mostly winds fly blowing yelling hissing out so loud winds destroying Mansions strong towers and never get charged with deadly blowing crimes. No human has such freedom. Wind is free to give life or death. We all pop out giving joy and pain. We begin in the same womb, yet live estranged from each other on this planet lucky to even share a song or a poem, slaves to buck that must be earned to pay for bare necessities. Lucky we pay not for oxigen to breathe as of yet. Oh that I was wind to fly and Swirl my lover up and down the whole night through cosmophile and blow all enemies skyhigh and back down eighty mile an hour. If only your freedom winds joined mine E.T. divine for my hurracane dancing twisters Tycoons or soft breeze to sway the willows of our sins Oh wind Tandabam tam-tam Come be not gone tantric with passer by greener grassy winds. ~~~ Karijinbba

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It should be no surprise That I felt inspired when I managed to find Zeal's theme from Chrono Trigger, Corridors of time And as I began to ponder this rhyme I thought "this piece of music is an excellent description of our lives" Because truthfully, life is a corridor from birth to the grave The end is inevitable, whether you were born again or unsaved So I stare at the walls occasionally and at the past I look back I smile at the memories given to me from days long past And I March forward once again, and we should all do the same Life for all is a corridor, the only difference between them is our name

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Apr 7, 2016

Apr 7, 2016 at 2:25 AM UTC

neroameealucard

Corridors of time

It should be no surprise That I felt inspired when I managed to find Zeal's theme from Chrono Trigger, Corridors of time And as I began to ponder this rhyme I thought "this piece of music is an excellent description of our lives" Because truthfully, life is a corridor from birth to the grave The end is inevitable, whether you were born again or unsaved So I stare at the walls occasionally and at the past I look back I smile at the memories given to me from days long past And I March forward once again, and we should all do the same Life for all is a corridor, the only difference between them is our name

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No need for shallow chest breath I am safe I can breathe through my belly Deep, becoming regular Soothing, smoothing, slowing No need for organised thought I am shielded I can relax into this place Calm, becoming gentle Softening, swaying, sliding No need for clock watching Dali time only I can exist, chrono-sheltered Now, becoming ageless Melting, muting, morphing Here… A door with round window Mellowing to Renoir-lens Glossy, smudgy, charm Hobbit-style architecture Familiar, shire-y, amiable Lit warm and soft A brown carpet bag Caressing the rich pile Sturdy, salvaged, true Tardis-like inner structure Dependable holder, infinite For weights and woe Smooth, even, stone stairs Descending in timeworn strength Secure, bendless, cool Delivering, guiding journey-way To ease and mend I tender-lift my bag Zip open for a prize On every step Each stair a healing game The bag a hungry friend To hold my heavy goods And bare them strong for me As I descend Step one is for fear Two for screaming Three for ache with blurred-out meaning Four for panic Five dark-dread that slither-twists through sleep in bed If guilt is six Then shame is seven long blame-soaked school without a lesson Eight for pleading Nine for weeping Ten for wounds, and burns, and bleeding The bag now zipped, trapped weights and woe, is set down gently, as I go All grateful heart, and kindess-eyed Door opens as I walk outside

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Oct 13, 2024

Oct 13, 2024 at 1:28 AM UTC

jill_1

Visualisation for returning gently

No need for shallow chest breath I am safe I can breathe through my belly Deep, becoming regular Soothing, smoothing, slowing No need for organised thought I am shielded I can relax into this place Calm, becoming gentle Softening, swaying, sliding No need for clock watching Dali time only I can exist, chrono-sheltered Now, becoming ageless Melting, muting, morphing Here… A door with round window Mellowing to Renoir-lens Glossy, smudgy, charm Hobbit-style architecture Familiar, shire-y, amiable Lit warm and soft A brown carpet bag Caressing the rich pile Sturdy, salvaged, true Tardis-like inner structure Dependable holder, infinite For weights and woe Smooth, even, stone stairs Descending in timeworn strength Secure, bendless, cool Delivering, guiding journey-way To ease and mend I tender-lift my bag Zip open for a prize On every step Each stair a healing game The bag a hungry friend To hold my heavy goods And bare them strong for me As I descend Step one is for fear Two for screaming Three for ache with blurred-out meaning Four for panic Five dark-dread that slither-twists through sleep in bed If guilt is six Then shame is seven long blame-soaked school without a lesson Eight for pleading Nine for weeping Ten for wounds, and burns, and bleeding The bag now zipped, trapped weights and woe, is set down gently, as I go All grateful heart, and kindess-eyed Door opens as I walk outside

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I worry because I've been alive twenty years and still don't fully like who I am, how long will it take for someone else to love me?

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Aug 2, 2013

Aug 2, 2013 at 5:46 PM UTC

daniel-magner

Chrono

I worry because I've been alive twenty years and still don't fully like who I am, how long will it take for someone else to love me?

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Sobriety is overrated Bottle recess for your mind Pain and time are complicated Pain and mind are lubricated Time and mind in competition Time and pain aligned Little drops of consolation Shiny sparkly pools of bliss Softly viewed through condensation Revenants by invitation Bottle-born in resurrection Noone else to miss There exists the true addiction Passing time with those you lost Pain is not the real affliction Loss of love holds little friction Time can pass in all directions Overlook the cost Bottles as chrono-transporter Meaningless in time and pain Chosen over bricks and mortar Home inside the pain exporter Caught inside the time remover Genie trapped again Traps are not a solo prison Bottle is no picky thief Locked outside your final mission Circumscribed to watch and listen Grasping as the brown glass darkens Wading into grief

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Aug 12, 2024

Aug 12, 2024 at 10:50 PM UTC

jill_1

Genie

Sobriety is overrated Bottle recess for your mind Pain and time are complicated Pain and mind are lubricated Time and mind in competition Time and pain aligned Little drops of consolation Shiny sparkly pools of bliss Softly viewed through condensation Revenants by invitation Bottle-born in resurrection Noone else to miss There exists the true addiction Passing time with those you lost Pain is not the real affliction Loss of love holds little friction Time can pass in all directions Overlook the cost Bottles as chrono-transporter Meaningless in time and pain Chosen over bricks and mortar Home inside the pain exporter Caught inside the time remover Genie trapped again Traps are not a solo prison Bottle is no picky thief Locked outside your final mission Circumscribed to watch and listen Grasping as the brown glass darkens Wading into grief

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time is slow and grows, faster it seems to go, why is time important? can we forget how little there is, how much we want, live now not later, from small to big grow we do, waste not on insecurities, forget the wanting, give and receive what's needed, old we are now no time left, did i waste what was given in time? or use it well by scarlet rose

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Feb 19, 2014

Feb 19, 2014 at 3:48 PM UTC

shayla-ennis

chrono's fracture

time is slow and grows, faster it seems to go, why is time important? can we forget how little there is, how much we want, live now not later, from small to big grow we do, waste not on insecurities, forget the wanting, give and receive what's needed, old we are now no time left, did i waste what was given in time? or use it well by scarlet rose

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Love is between a measured chrono-connection, having a quantum thread of memories between lives extending into the infinity of eternity. No matter what is the timing of life, love never dies to the end. Author: Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

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May 9, 2019

May 9, 2019 at 2:52 AM UTC

almat-011

Love in every life

Love is between a measured chrono-connection, having a quantum thread of memories between lives extending into the infinity of eternity. No matter what is the timing of life, love never dies to the end. Author: Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

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WOrds are not just WOrds until you realize how it affects someone's life Time may pass words may forgotten but the impact would forever change someone's life how long will it chase you those words that greatly changes that someone's life by how you decorate her life with words that even time cannot forget how these words CHANGING LIFE

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Jul 30, 2018

Jul 30, 2018 at 10:34 AM UTC

Junche00

CHRONO

WOrds are not just WOrds until you realize how it affects someone's life Time may pass words may forgotten but the impact would forever change someone's life how long will it chase you those words that greatly changes that someone's life by how you decorate her life with words that even time cannot forget how these words CHANGING LIFE

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Yeah in Texas we love to swang Switch through the lanes While smokin' on Mary jane It don't matter what ya claim We spit flames sittin' on 84 Twistin' round and round And you can hear the bassing sounds Thumpin' keep the streets jumpin' Much love to the originator I'm talkin' the ***** creator Earl Davis a legend so don't be second guessin' Or you'll be gettin' a blessin' Surprise from my Smith n Wesson Sittin on Vogues 15s or 14s Gold over chrome in chrono order My appeal is so real So ya know all haters feel Jealousy and envy but it don't bend me I just chill and let the wind breeze take me Into another zone I'm game smooth *** baritone Gets me a bunch girls to bone Intellects sang rollin'hard chirpin' on them thangs Bound to be a sunny day In that sunshine state Texas breakin' crates cuz our music rake From the streets to the jail cells Makin' revenue with the crew Black & Hebrew No time for evil I moved pass that level These devils wanna see me fall But will Still continue to ball Til I'm over the top chillin' in a million dollar loft Breakin' off proper treat my guns Like a visa I'll never leave my chopper at home Pushin' more domes than the astros Wrapped around ya mind like a lasso Live everyday Like my last though Just a hustler spittin over instrumentals Rhymes verbal where's the punisher? Foes soon to be a victims From tyna still thangs Still servin' up on them thangs

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Dec 22, 2017

Dec 22, 2017 at 5:30 AM UTC

Ru7hl355_Gangsta

Texas Swangaz {4s or 84s}

Yeah in Texas we love to swang Switch through the lanes While smokin' on Mary jane It don't matter what ya claim We spit flames sittin' on 84 Twistin' round and round And you can hear the bassing sounds Thumpin' keep the streets jumpin' Much love to the originator I'm talkin' the ***** creator Earl Davis a legend so don't be second guessin' Or you'll be gettin' a blessin' Surprise from my Smith n Wesson Sittin on Vogues 15s or 14s Gold over chrome in chrono order My appeal is so real So ya know all haters feel Jealousy and envy but it don't bend me I just chill and let the wind breeze take me Into another zone I'm game smooth *** baritone Gets me a bunch girls to bone Intellects sang rollin'hard chirpin' on them thangs Bound to be a sunny day In that sunshine state Texas breakin' crates cuz our music rake From the streets to the jail cells Makin' revenue with the crew Black & Hebrew No time for evil I moved pass that level These devils wanna see me fall But will Still continue to ball Til I'm over the top chillin' in a million dollar loft Breakin' off proper treat my guns Like a visa I'll never leave my chopper at home Pushin' more domes than the astros Wrapped around ya mind like a lasso Live everyday Like my last though Just a hustler spittin over instrumentals Rhymes verbal where's the punisher? Foes soon to be a victims From tyna still thangs Still servin' up on them thangs

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while lucifers steal the light of this world, and take to stage... basking in the frightening light of Icarus.... monotheism via plagiarism... synonym, god, vector... the satans bask in the ***** of.... a reliquary of shadows; some people are just too stupid, in order to lie... lacking in chrono--stamina... biologicznie... słabi; "stupid"... herd mentality always scoops up the remnant... odd... not inanimate pluralism of hoarding....yet stI'll a pluralism... BØRG... the remnant contra the remnants of... soft J Norwegian fjords... callous Y... a tree, a tongue of hydra... dirge, and prior to aeons ago, a Hindu cremation... a burial at sea... lost, labours of artefact... gained... a love, surmised via copper.

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Apr 14, 2018

Apr 14, 2018 at 8:58 PM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

Luciferean pluralism

while lucifers steal the light of this world, and take to stage... basking in the frightening light of Icarus.... monotheism via plagiarism... synonym, god, vector... the satans bask in the ***** of.... a reliquary of shadows; some people are just too stupid, in order to lie... lacking in chrono--stamina... biologicznie... słabi; "stupid"... herd mentality always scoops up the remnant... odd... not inanimate pluralism of hoarding....yet stI'll a pluralism... BØRG... the remnant contra the remnants of... soft J Norwegian fjords... callous Y... a tree, a tongue of hydra... dirge, and prior to aeons ago, a Hindu cremation... a burial at sea... lost, labours of artefact... gained... a love, surmised via copper.

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I got a chrono... something it meters the time made in France set to Greenwich a silver case but probably not real and an expanding strap in a shrinking World that's a bonus.

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Mar 28, 2017

Mar 28, 2017 at 11:45 PM UTC

john-edward-smallshaw

Pointing to less.

I got a chrono... something it meters the time made in France set to Greenwich a silver case but probably not real and an expanding strap in a shrinking World that's a bonus.

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