"coffered" poems - Hello Poetry

A Husk of Thule brew.. A Fjord born tang of Fenrir cold To yawn the must of comet tails In rings, around the naked oak. That broke the spineless whims Of reed, that set the Heron folk to flight From scrivened rims of frosted pools. To run in footless constellations About the broads of bitter miles And, there to spill the coffered frays of Autumn’s final standing.

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Dec 9, 2016

Dec 9, 2016 at 12:20 PM UTC

alistair-william-bullen

Valkyrian

A Husk of Thule brew.. A Fjord born tang of Fenrir cold To yawn the must of comet tails In rings, around the naked oak. That broke the spineless whims Of reed, that set the Heron folk to flight From scrivened rims of frosted pools. To run in footless constellations About the broads of bitter miles And, there to spill the coffered frays of Autumn’s final standing.

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The coffered ceilings of cathedrals hum... their octagonal scenes are dreams of extracted nectar. I'm reminded of a dead bee I parted from a flower...it was already so much more the bee, so much more the flower. Its non-doership loved to death its doing.

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Dec 23, 2016

Dec 23, 2016 at 12:27 AM UTC

Onoma

Octagonal Scenes

The coffered ceilings of cathedrals hum... their octagonal scenes are dreams of extracted nectar. I'm reminded of a dead bee I parted from a flower...it was already so much more the bee, so much more the flower. Its non-doership loved to death its doing.

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I'm different from the advertisements I'm different from being able to check the diffident I'm differently formed, coffered the affidavit The defendant left me in a spell of the time that I had lost Imbibing my guilt in the adequate alacrity, inevitable wasn't it The loss of my sensible sagaciousness and I took it to curtsy for my childish grin Smirks and lenience were standing upon at gaze, in the confused crowd Only you, you were standing in the surface flowing with troughs of tridents of storms Making choices beyond your gayness, and pristine condition was your choice of gentleness

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Aug 7, 2019

Aug 7, 2019 at 11:11 AM UTC

aditya-roy

Apparition Of Assuaged

I'm different from the advertisements I'm different from being able to check the diffident I'm differently formed, coffered the affidavit The defendant left me in a spell of the time that I had lost Imbibing my guilt in the adequate alacrity, inevitable wasn't it The loss of my sensible sagaciousness and I took it to curtsy for my childish grin Smirks and lenience were standing upon at gaze, in the confused crowd Only you, you were standing in the surface flowing with troughs of tridents of storms Making choices beyond your gayness, and pristine condition was your choice of gentleness

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she’s wide awake, saturday morning cold sheets and purple skies unadorned wall and a coffered ceiling four corners hiding in disguise shadows through the jailed metal windows curtains flowing with alibis an empty chair, a messy table a piece of paper full of lies

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Sep 11, 2018

Sep 11, 2018 at 5:14 PM UTC

mimosaceae

a disguise

she’s wide awake, saturday morning cold sheets and purple skies unadorned wall and a coffered ceiling four corners hiding in disguise shadows through the jailed metal windows curtains flowing with alibis an empty chair, a messy table a piece of paper full of lies

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true, goodbye is sad , then it depends on what belief is behind it, and the history the MoJo underneath, the rightful truths or the dark lies beneath the fairest exteriors It comes either, from depths of forever, goodbye does or the wells of hell or purgatory, hanging yourself forever' by fixed nooses night fires and ****** desires, moments that sweat from stinking odors out of your ethos your *** when you wake up out of your ******* rants the sandwich breath the coffered quench of thirst , whiskey rotted teeth right inside daring to emerge so easily a nut came and so hard the ***** swallowing is

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May 25, 2016

May 25, 2016 at 3:57 AM UTC

wordvango

so hard

true, goodbye is sad , then it depends on what belief is behind it, and the history the MoJo underneath, the rightful truths or the dark lies beneath the fairest exteriors It comes either, from depths of forever, goodbye does or the wells of hell or purgatory, hanging yourself forever' by fixed nooses night fires and ****** desires, moments that sweat from stinking odors out of your ethos your *** when you wake up out of your ******* rants the sandwich breath the coffered quench of thirst , whiskey rotted teeth right inside daring to emerge so easily a nut came and so hard the ***** swallowing is

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