"congests" poems - Hello Poetry

It is not the bumblebee, that goes unloved or unprivileged. It is the sad circumstances of of his flower brethren That congests his mind with remnants of Regret and despair, Brought on by a chain reaction of Sympathy and compassion. Do the flowers comprehend The plight of the humble bumblebee? He who flies in his aura of sincere concern, For those who he calls friends. Certainly not, For they question the pain his eyes have seen, But certainly not From which it originates.

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Aug 10, 2013

Aug 10, 2013 at 1:42 AM UTC

pablo-laucerica

Plight of the Bumblebee

It is not the bumblebee, that goes unloved or unprivileged. It is the sad circumstances of of his flower brethren That congests his mind with remnants of Regret and despair, Brought on by a chain reaction of Sympathy and compassion. Do the flowers comprehend The plight of the humble bumblebee? He who flies in his aura of sincere concern, For those who he calls friends. Certainly not, For they question the pain his eyes have seen, But certainly not From which it originates.

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The flesh differs between in and out Outside I am steady as a tree stump But within I feel assault on the flesh Out are friends but in they seem foes The flesh could serve the soul's strength Or it could be a prison for one to dwell Without others I feel love and pain With others I feel love and pain Worry breaks down my inner flesh My throat congests to heighten breath The heart pounds without mercy To no end fear imprisons my mind For others' regard I cannot see them A barrier is walled between our minds The worry haunts me for their betrayal But in existence they seem loyal My want is to be certain But certainty is not my gift I will always fight to learn so And try to love without despair

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Apr 4, 2016

Apr 4, 2016 at 3:10 AM UTC

shayne-campbell

The Worry

The flesh differs between in and out Outside I am steady as a tree stump But within I feel assault on the flesh Out are friends but in they seem foes The flesh could serve the soul's strength Or it could be a prison for one to dwell Without others I feel love and pain With others I feel love and pain Worry breaks down my inner flesh My throat congests to heighten breath The heart pounds without mercy To no end fear imprisons my mind For others' regard I cannot see them A barrier is walled between our minds The worry haunts me for their betrayal But in existence they seem loyal My want is to be certain But certainty is not my gift I will always fight to learn so And try to love without despair

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Man: The rose is flung, it’s set to die The pale clouds begin to cry As she walks away, faint and cold My dark romance’s to unfold And I look at the dark rose, dead My soul congests with hate and dread And I’m beset with darkness, great Unable to flee love’s dark fate Woman: And all I see is ire, grim As I walk, look away from him I start to rue the days we had My life’s begun, bitter and sad I thought all would work out all right And we would kiss o’er fine a night But I was wrong, against my heart I forced us to fore’er depart Together: But though in darkness, stride will we Without the spark of love’s content Our love shall live through agony The second our lone roads we wend And though we now are lone souls, stray Not e’en death shall tear us away For though we are sundered apart We shall keep each other at heart

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Oct 10, 2013

Oct 10, 2013 at 7:32 PM UTC

gleb-zavlanov

A Dark romantic

Man: The rose is flung, it’s set to die The pale clouds begin to cry As she walks away, faint and cold My dark romance’s to unfold And I look at the dark rose, dead My soul congests with hate and dread And I’m beset with darkness, great Unable to flee love’s dark fate Woman: And all I see is ire, grim As I walk, look away from him I start to rue the days we had My life’s begun, bitter and sad I thought all would work out all right And we would kiss o’er fine a night But I was wrong, against my heart I forced us to fore’er depart Together: But though in darkness, stride will we Without the spark of love’s content Our love shall live through agony The second our lone roads we wend And though we now are lone souls, stray Not e’en death shall tear us away For though we are sundered apart We shall keep each other at heart

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In the twilight of dreams The hollow corridors echo Louder than ever before The walls are smeared In nostalgia Memories creep in And congests weary minds Of youths stripped of youth Circumstance makes The heart grow old In our refusal To lay down our arms To the hollow We march onwards Like intrepid lions Cognizant of unkind truth The way is long If we crumble now We may never recover.

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Jun 29, 2014

Jun 29, 2014 at 5:20 PM UTC

noose

Intrepid

In the twilight of dreams The hollow corridors echo Louder than ever before The walls are smeared In nostalgia Memories creep in And congests weary minds Of youths stripped of youth Circumstance makes The heart grow old In our refusal To lay down our arms To the hollow We march onwards Like intrepid lions Cognizant of unkind truth The way is long If we crumble now We may never recover.

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The box in which I lay is glass Walls adorned with paper flowers Fragility is fragrant and congests the space That which I inhabit and all that exists A projector plays across the room Our fondest, our darkest, our forever unknowns What can you see from where you are? Do you feel my anguish, how I slowly crack inside? I hear a tune playing, pleasant and warm A familiarity I can’t place but that I welcome nonetheless Sadness permeates as I finally recognize the twinkle of your laugh, a sound frozen in time How am I meant to go through life without you here? I feel you in my soul, in my heart, and you survive in my mind How can I reconcile the things you will never see, the older you that you can never be? The walls begin to break, my cruelest mirror I would give anything to be near you again, hold you dear I will live the rest of my days aching for you and wishing someone understood How nothing will ever be the same Now that you’re gone

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Nov 29, 2023

Nov 29, 2023 at 6:02 PM UTC

ashton-nance

Untitled

The box in which I lay is glass Walls adorned with paper flowers Fragility is fragrant and congests the space That which I inhabit and all that exists A projector plays across the room Our fondest, our darkest, our forever unknowns What can you see from where you are? Do you feel my anguish, how I slowly crack inside? I hear a tune playing, pleasant and warm A familiarity I can’t place but that I welcome nonetheless Sadness permeates as I finally recognize the twinkle of your laugh, a sound frozen in time How am I meant to go through life without you here? I feel you in my soul, in my heart, and you survive in my mind How can I reconcile the things you will never see, the older you that you can never be? The walls begin to break, my cruelest mirror I would give anything to be near you again, hold you dear I will live the rest of my days aching for you and wishing someone understood How nothing will ever be the same Now that you’re gone

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What threatens and congests my chest Is neither feeling nor felt But frustration at the April snow At the frozen tendencies of me Which move so slow And yet, never for the life of them, seem to melt Frustrating is this man called me

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Apr 9, 2018

Apr 9, 2018 at 1:18 PM UTC

colmistoirm

Frustration

What threatens and congests my chest Is neither feeling nor felt But frustration at the April snow At the frozen tendencies of me Which move so slow And yet, never for the life of them, seem to melt Frustrating is this man called me

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In the twilight of dreams The hollow corridors echo Louder than ever before The walls are smeared In nostalgia Memories creep in And congests weary minds Somehow We march onwards Like intrepid lions Cognisant of unkind truth The way is long And if we crumble now We may never recover.

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May 16, 2018

May 16, 2018 at 11:57 AM UTC

noose

The twilight of dreams

In the twilight of dreams The hollow corridors echo Louder than ever before The walls are smeared In nostalgia Memories creep in And congests weary minds Somehow We march onwards Like intrepid lions Cognisant of unkind truth The way is long And if we crumble now We may never recover.

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