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"consolatory" poems
Driving through a remote highway in a thunderstorm, winds howl deafening the ears craving for a consolatory and palliative sound the welkin lit by the fire flashing across the clouds. The rain ****** the cars. The thunder seemed like a dying drummer of a battlefield. The fiery sky ushered callousness into the deserted streets. A mixed feeling of fear and loneliness, anxietic trepidation and forlorn..   Suddenly, appeared a bridge. Lighted feebly by a bygone light post flickering, like the breath of the dying. As soon as I allowed the bridge to place its hand over my head, the noise dampened. the uneasiness decreased. the war ended. and the drummer took a moment to rest his head upon his drum.. a sigh could be felt. there was a sense of composure and calmness Kept hidden in the unfriendly localities outside. The heart wanted to stay, to be wrapped in the serenity. The pacifying feel like a mother holding her child.   like a wounded soldier, who returned from the war zone, being taken care and healed by love.. but soon as I left the warmness of the friendly area.. the thunderclaps welcomed me like they got their prey back.. the winds growling against my windshield like an unfriendly knock at the midnight.. the blanket of darkness hides away all the light which once seemed within the reach.. I drove back home.. but with a smile.. Smile, depicting the right prediction of  ending up in the same place from where I had been continuously trying to get out.. with a glow on face.. Glow, created by the fire which had been burning everything in front of me.. The tears, though invisible, reminded me of the lows I deserve. doing right, yet losing was a habit now. I marked another red on my ledger but without any jolt. A sigh was enough to show that I was back. That calming, comforting, gentle, peaceful, reassuring, restful, alleviating, consoling, easing, mollifying, pacifying, relaxing, relieving, remedying, softening, warming feeling was you. That bridge was you.
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Oct 25, 2017
Oct 25, 2017 at 6:43 PM UTC
Sunshinenemo
Noxious panacea
Driving through a remote highway in a thunderstorm, winds howl deafening the ears craving for a consolatory and palliative sound the welkin lit by the fire flashing across the clouds. The rain ****** the cars. The thunder seemed like a dying drummer of a battlefield. The fiery sky ushered callousness into the deserted streets. A mixed feeling of fear and loneliness, anxietic trepidation and forlorn..   Suddenly, appeared a bridge. Lighted feebly by a bygone light post flickering, like the breath of the dying. As soon as I allowed the bridge to place its hand over my head, the noise dampened. the uneasiness decreased. the war ended. and the drummer took a moment to rest his head upon his drum.. a sigh could be felt. there was a sense of composure and calmness Kept hidden in the unfriendly localities outside. The heart wanted to stay, to be wrapped in the serenity. The pacifying feel like a mother holding her child.   like a wounded soldier, who returned from the war zone, being taken care and healed by love.. but soon as I left the warmness of the friendly area.. the thunderclaps welcomed me like they got their prey back.. the winds growling against my windshield like an unfriendly knock at the midnight.. the blanket of darkness hides away all the light which once seemed within the reach.. I drove back home.. but with a smile.. Smile, depicting the right prediction of  ending up in the same place from where I had been continuously trying to get out.. with a glow on face.. Glow, created by the fire which had been burning everything in front of me.. The tears, though invisible, reminded me of the lows I deserve. doing right, yet losing was a habit now. I marked another red on my ledger but without any jolt. A sigh was enough to show that I was back. That calming, comforting, gentle, peaceful, reassuring, restful, alleviating, consoling, easing, mollifying, pacifying, relaxing, relieving, remedying, softening, warming feeling was you. That bridge was you.
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Your buddy solemnly professing it to you on your roof, the city skyline lit up behind him, you saying, “I know, man, I love you too,” in an almost consolatory fashion because it wasn’t easy for him Your ex whispering it in your ear before getting into the cab that takes them away from you forever Mother, her mantra, a reminder, every time you see her Father, that one time you didn’t **** up, but at least it’s sometimes there behind his eyes Your sister, even though she’s halfway across the country it picks you up because she’s the only one who understands you and how it feels Grandfather, you’re ten, despite your size he wants nothing but to hold you on his lap and plant kisses on your head. “Te quiero, te amo,” he mutters into your hair until you finally make up an excuse to get up to go play with your cousins. It’s the second you’ve ever seen him. Maybe he knew it was going to be the last time When your ex didn’t take you back, after your desperate, last, all out attempt. Crushed, you move and follow your “dream.” Later, much later, you realize they cut them self off from you so you could have it, the dream, they love(d) you so much they let you go because they thought they were holding you back.
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Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 5:13 PM UTC
ce-aquino
Times they said it, times they showed it
Your buddy solemnly professing it to you on your roof, the city skyline lit up behind him, you saying, “I know, man, I love you too,” in an almost consolatory fashion because it wasn’t easy for him Your ex whispering it in your ear before getting into the cab that takes them away from you forever Mother, her mantra, a reminder, every time you see her Father, that one time you didn’t **** up, but at least it’s sometimes there behind his eyes Your sister, even though she’s halfway across the country it picks you up because she’s the only one who understands you and how it feels Grandfather, you’re ten, despite your size he wants nothing but to hold you on his lap and plant kisses on your head. “Te quiero, te amo,” he mutters into your hair until you finally make up an excuse to get up to go play with your cousins. It’s the second you’ve ever seen him. Maybe he knew it was going to be the last time When your ex didn’t take you back, after your desperate, last, all out attempt. Crushed, you move and follow your “dream.” Later, much later, you realize they cut them self off from you so you could have it, the dream, they love(d) you so much they let you go because they thought they were holding you back.
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