"concreate" poems - Hello Poetry

these troubled thoughts this collection of disquiets like dry bones gathering dust their lifeless forms encrusted with the fine thin black ink her diary of desperate longings written on each bone like magic runes like roadmaps to dark kingdoms she keeps the bones in a wooden box behind the concreate wall with burning incense to mask the smell of fear unfounded in these the enlightened years but illustrated neatly in comic book fashion by her masked superhero natural appearances just that little somthing dangerouse in the steel glint of her grey eyes these troubled thoughts are loud in my mind broadcast to all who are not too blind to see like the garish sound of transistor radio just off a station of cheap music these dark feelings run like knives down my spine the seep into my own bones which are also handwritten chapters of her diary of self deceptions and denials i manufacture a vehicle of escapism in the words i tap out on my kindle but it rings hollow in the face of her beautiful decay of her own disquiet tears unable to shake free of these dark feelings i throw the dry bones in the sea and listen as she demands that i drown the remainder of my unkind words with them we finally stand hand in hand at the edge of the world watching the dry bones sail into the crisp dawn like a sailboat making for spain

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Jan 20, 2014

Jan 20, 2014 at 8:44 AM UTC

mark-john-junor-1

dry bones

these troubled thoughts this collection of disquiets like dry bones gathering dust their lifeless forms encrusted with the fine thin black ink her diary of desperate longings written on each bone like magic runes like roadmaps to dark kingdoms she keeps the bones in a wooden box behind the concreate wall with burning incense to mask the smell of fear unfounded in these the enlightened years but illustrated neatly in comic book fashion by her masked superhero natural appearances just that little somthing dangerouse in the steel glint of her grey eyes these troubled thoughts are loud in my mind broadcast to all who are not too blind to see like the garish sound of transistor radio just off a station of cheap music these dark feelings run like knives down my spine the seep into my own bones which are also handwritten chapters of her diary of self deceptions and denials i manufacture a vehicle of escapism in the words i tap out on my kindle but it rings hollow in the face of her beautiful decay of her own disquiet tears unable to shake free of these dark feelings i throw the dry bones in the sea and listen as she demands that i drown the remainder of my unkind words with them we finally stand hand in hand at the edge of the world watching the dry bones sail into the crisp dawn like a sailboat making for spain

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Lighting crashes, on the cold concreate. Eluminating the sky, screaming at me 'defeat'. The rain pours down, flooding the streets. Drag me to the road, kiss me soft on the cheek. The thunder sounds, hard and loud. It scars me lots, those stupid black clouds. But your touch is warm, against my wet shirt. And your kiss is firm, making my lips hurt. You pull back slow, look into my eyes. I look up at you, completely mesmorized. Your touch is firm, your eyes bright green. As lightening eluminates, the cold deserted street.

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Jul 24, 2010

Jul 24, 2010 at 8:32 AM UTC

jolene-perron

Thunder and Lightening

Lighting crashes, on the cold concreate. Eluminating the sky, screaming at me 'defeat'. The rain pours down, flooding the streets. Drag me to the road, kiss me soft on the cheek. The thunder sounds, hard and loud. It scars me lots, those stupid black clouds. But your touch is warm, against my wet shirt. And your kiss is firm, making my lips hurt. You pull back slow, look into my eyes. I look up at you, completely mesmorized. Your touch is firm, your eyes bright green. As lightening eluminates, the cold deserted street.

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have you ever felt like lifes just, hazy ? made up of games and tricks. have you ever felt like loves just, concreate ? impossible to break through. enough of your mess. enough of your lies. enough of your **** i've had enough. enough of you. i threw away my heart. tore down my walls. gave myself completely. just to be with you. its never enough. im not enough.

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Mar 7, 2012

Mar 7, 2012 at 8:28 PM UTC

little-wing

Enough.

have you ever felt like lifes just, hazy ? made up of games and tricks. have you ever felt like loves just, concreate ? impossible to break through. enough of your mess. enough of your lies. enough of your **** i've had enough. enough of you. i threw away my heart. tore down my walls. gave myself completely. just to be with you. its never enough. im not enough.

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Step step step step, Arms pumping, legs burning, Slap slap slap slap, Barefoot soles meet pavement, concreate, dirt, grass, Ground, In out,in out, I’m flying, free, Go go go go Says my heart to me.

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May 20, 2014

May 20, 2014 at 6:34 PM UTC

Anniequill

Run in the moment

Step step step step, Arms pumping, legs burning, Slap slap slap slap, Barefoot soles meet pavement, concreate, dirt, grass, Ground, In out,in out, I’m flying, free, Go go go go Says my heart to me.

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Was it dark in there in the trench from wich you came Was it hard to step outside and feel the rain Did the empty shells trip you as you stumble to your feet Thousands of bodies innocent bodies Fill the street Like a **** growing threw the concreate, you stand tall For a nation that rises just to fall The lies ...... The lies flood the street like the aftermath of a natural disaster Im not a christian I haveo master You call this the land of the free Where is the freedom Where is the dream Where are the answers Open your eyes Your enemies claim to be on your team

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Dec 9, 2014

Dec 9, 2014 at 7:07 AM UTC

tommy-clayton-wells

untitled

Was it dark in there in the trench from wich you came Was it hard to step outside and feel the rain Did the empty shells trip you as you stumble to your feet Thousands of bodies innocent bodies Fill the street Like a **** growing threw the concreate, you stand tall For a nation that rises just to fall The lies ...... The lies flood the street like the aftermath of a natural disaster Im not a christian I haveo master You call this the land of the free Where is the freedom Where is the dream Where are the answers Open your eyes Your enemies claim to be on your team

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Beware for liars roam are lands thiefs and cowards mixed within conversations shadow the concreate jungles of endless hunger searching for the weak of minds willing to conform to suggestion for one must question before action is taken think in quiet form then apply the threads of strength to sew a new approach to victory

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Jul 1, 2017

Jul 1, 2017 at 2:33 PM UTC

harry-clute

Conform suggestion

Beware for liars roam are lands thiefs and cowards mixed within conversations shadow the concreate jungles of endless hunger searching for the weak of minds willing to conform to suggestion for one must question before action is taken think in quiet form then apply the threads of strength to sew a new approach to victory

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Late into the night, a fire rages on, devouring everything it sets its sight on. memories, splinters, concreate and rubble. still, it wants more, nibbling on silence, the dark of the night itself. its tongue stretches and laps, its stomach nowhere near full. it twists and turns, ignoring the tug of its shadow. it wants what it wants, regardless of how it tastes. its fingers constantly reaching out, leaving a scorched trail everywhere it’s been. here I sit, watching the fire grow in size and height, hoping that by some twist of fate, it finds what it truly hungers for. until then, nothing or no one will be able to put it out. I too have tired myself out, opening the refrigerator, like you will magically appear.

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Nov 6, 2024

Nov 6, 2024 at 1:00 AM UTC

kewayne-wadley

Magically Appear

Late into the night, a fire rages on, devouring everything it sets its sight on. memories, splinters, concreate and rubble. still, it wants more, nibbling on silence, the dark of the night itself. its tongue stretches and laps, its stomach nowhere near full. it twists and turns, ignoring the tug of its shadow. it wants what it wants, regardless of how it tastes. its fingers constantly reaching out, leaving a scorched trail everywhere it’s been. here I sit, watching the fire grow in size and height, hoping that by some twist of fate, it finds what it truly hungers for. until then, nothing or no one will be able to put it out. I too have tired myself out, opening the refrigerator, like you will magically appear.

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