"deapth" poems - Hello Poetry

The room wore darkness and he fit right in. His voice was cold and that's how they all knew of him. He was lost and didn't know where he was going. All he knew was life was not much to him. People feared the way he looked even down to his grin. Then she came along and enjoyed the way his nosed was smushed and that his voice was like smoke exhaling from within. She was the moon that little up his dark sky, she was the reason his stars came back to life. She gave him a purpose and for that he was great full, the towns people become to understand he was a good hearted man for he was so faithful. It only takes one to relise your light just to make you understand you can outshine any darkness, even in the deapth of the night.

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Aug 5, 2015

Aug 5, 2015 at 4:12 PM UTC

jay-may

She was for he.

The room wore darkness and he fit right in. His voice was cold and that's how they all knew of him. He was lost and didn't know where he was going. All he knew was life was not much to him. People feared the way he looked even down to his grin. Then she came along and enjoyed the way his nosed was smushed and that his voice was like smoke exhaling from within. She was the moon that little up his dark sky, she was the reason his stars came back to life. She gave him a purpose and for that he was great full, the towns people become to understand he was a good hearted man for he was so faithful. It only takes one to relise your light just to make you understand you can outshine any darkness, even in the deapth of the night.

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An object can't hear An object can't see An object can't breathe Like you Or me What's an object's motives or deapth of reason to be? What thoughtfulness, does an Object Have thoughts? ...who am I... ...why am I here... ...how and who should I outta be... ...can I be happy... ...am I sad... We craft an object We use an object We define it's reason and meaning Why it is and What it should function for We specialize it's resourcefulness And squiz out it's worth...until it's? Useless? Doesn't work? Doesn't have the same woth it used to have? It's totally in our control We define how long it should exist Or how long it's in our presence An Object we don't like anymore Or have no care for we lose,... Forget, dismental, discard, do things with it, without a shameful thouht Well an Object has no feelings It's just there No emotion no motion no tensions To care about It doesn't speak It is always the same Does always the same it was made for No smile no hurt It's there because of you You chose so I't doesn't just apear out of nowhere You baught it Someone gave it to you You saw it and wanted it to be yours You can share an object You can keep it for yourself You can show it proudly or destainfuly What ever you feel to do with it You do It won't mind Well if I think about all this I guess we can all agree What an Object really is.

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Sep 15, 2017

Sep 15, 2017 at 2:39 PM UTC

waitherero

Object

An object can't hear An object can't see An object can't breathe Like you Or me What's an object's motives or deapth of reason to be? What thoughtfulness, does an Object Have thoughts? ...who am I... ...why am I here... ...how and who should I outta be... ...can I be happy... ...am I sad... We craft an object We use an object We define it's reason and meaning Why it is and What it should function for We specialize it's resourcefulness And squiz out it's worth...until it's? Useless? Doesn't work? Doesn't have the same woth it used to have? It's totally in our control We define how long it should exist Or how long it's in our presence An Object we don't like anymore Or have no care for we lose,... Forget, dismental, discard, do things with it, without a shameful thouht Well an Object has no feelings It's just there No emotion no motion no tensions To care about It doesn't speak It is always the same Does always the same it was made for No smile no hurt It's there because of you You chose so I't doesn't just apear out of nowhere You baught it Someone gave it to you You saw it and wanted it to be yours You can share an object You can keep it for yourself You can show it proudly or destainfuly What ever you feel to do with it You do It won't mind Well if I think about all this I guess we can all agree What an Object really is.

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Winter. What a beautiful part of the year. The times you look out the window and see how beautifully snow falls. When the whole ground is beneath the white bedsheet. Snow covers ***** cities full of sinners. Snow hides flaws, our most dreadful nooks and corners. Winter is the best time to fall in love like you have never. Ever. When everything seems so cold instead of your lover's heart that can warm you. When everyone seems so cold but in your lover's arms everything gets better somehow. Nothing could be better than keep warm under a white blanket with someone. Or look upon skyes with nothern lights and dimly lightening stars breathing in the deapth of cold space but shine to warm others eyes. There is nothing better than just soundessly listen to nature, your heartbeating and have a way somewhither. Nothing can be better than fall in love with you...

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Jun 4, 2019

Jun 4, 2019 at 7:36 AM UTC

shadymoon

Winter.

Winter. What a beautiful part of the year. The times you look out the window and see how beautifully snow falls. When the whole ground is beneath the white bedsheet. Snow covers ***** cities full of sinners. Snow hides flaws, our most dreadful nooks and corners. Winter is the best time to fall in love like you have never. Ever. When everything seems so cold instead of your lover's heart that can warm you. When everyone seems so cold but in your lover's arms everything gets better somehow. Nothing could be better than keep warm under a white blanket with someone. Or look upon skyes with nothern lights and dimly lightening stars breathing in the deapth of cold space but shine to warm others eyes. There is nothing better than just soundessly listen to nature, your heartbeating and have a way somewhither. Nothing can be better than fall in love with you...

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