"defys" poems - Hello Poetry

a lament locked on her lips held in place by lipstick its powerful sorrows leak down her chin in a thin red rivulet to fall to the pure white satin sheet pooling there like a lake of fire smouldering there like a woman's scorned heart the song of her eyes has become warped and distorted and distant like the sound of a small child crying in some obscure corner of your house but you cannot place the sound it moves with a religious dignity that defys logic it escapes your grasp for you were never intended to to see her vulnerability his closed fist mouth is drawn taught with all the things he withholds with all the children of his long nights spent pacing and thinking in the small cell of his cinderblock mind these children are but shadows of thought but he feeds them like starving dogs rabid to be released into steaming hot sun his mask of a ****** expression haunts his brittle dream he keeps coming to a mirror to behold that he is unchanged he is the man the boy wanted to be he is what his mother always dreamed he'd be her nurturing touch is cracked its egg shell surface bleeds its sounds are foreign and i surrender to its relentless devotions bend to the precise course they dictate absolution prostrate to the purchased dream follower of the prepaid horror a lament locked on her lips held in place by lipstick its powerful sorrows leak down her chin in a thin red rivulet to fall to the pure white satin sheet pooling there like a lake of fire smouldering there like a woman's scorned heart and within that punishment box i bleed for the face i am not i suffer the eggshell dream for a tenderness that i did not harm

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Sep 25, 2013

Sep 25, 2013 at 3:24 PM UTC

mark-john-junor-1

the eggshell dream

a lament locked on her lips held in place by lipstick its powerful sorrows leak down her chin in a thin red rivulet to fall to the pure white satin sheet pooling there like a lake of fire smouldering there like a woman's scorned heart the song of her eyes has become warped and distorted and distant like the sound of a small child crying in some obscure corner of your house but you cannot place the sound it moves with a religious dignity that defys logic it escapes your grasp for you were never intended to to see her vulnerability his closed fist mouth is drawn taught with all the things he withholds with all the children of his long nights spent pacing and thinking in the small cell of his cinderblock mind these children are but shadows of thought but he feeds them like starving dogs rabid to be released into steaming hot sun his mask of a ****** expression haunts his brittle dream he keeps coming to a mirror to behold that he is unchanged he is the man the boy wanted to be he is what his mother always dreamed he'd be her nurturing touch is cracked its egg shell surface bleeds its sounds are foreign and i surrender to its relentless devotions bend to the precise course they dictate absolution prostrate to the purchased dream follower of the prepaid horror a lament locked on her lips held in place by lipstick its powerful sorrows leak down her chin in a thin red rivulet to fall to the pure white satin sheet pooling there like a lake of fire smouldering there like a woman's scorned heart and within that punishment box i bleed for the face i am not i suffer the eggshell dream for a tenderness that i did not harm

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Until we are together again Running in fields of lavender Spinning in circles Waiting for the rain to come As if I can sense The seasons changing again Round and round the spiral goes Up and down the ebb and flow To seek and find what no ones knows A secret kept Waiting to behold Grab hold And never let go Of a beginning and an end The eternal spiral The cycle of life Through and within All See? Remember The days of past Before when was i A person of prologue The patterns within Projecting themselves out A mere escape of mind The consciousness plays with me again As if im living in a dream Waking with the early sun Walking through meadows of forever when The face of dawn shines itself through Me to you If only I could see The in-betweens of reality Instead I feel the magic within Oh, To be ultimately exposed and united To finally become Again As if a form of fantasy Casts itself again Recreating the past As if it has all happened before A collective state of mind Coming by; When will we move on and become To come together and live as one A faith that defys the ones of stories To live and to hold what we are As souls of connection The neverending spiral What goes around, comes around. What you touch and feel, Think and believe, Dream and achieve Is what you are meant to be. Just follow the path your feet choose to take The guide from within The secret knowledge Shining light for your skin to breathe To expose body from eternity waiting for you to seek and find; Grasp eternity with a single look Into the looking glass. A reflection it appears Sad and dissolved, Radled and upheld Hanging onto a false dream One which earth does not conceive A peace of mind A freedom of state A growth of man and earth Where technology and control do not interfere with what we fear, adhere, bring near Where giving is more important than receiving. Look within while looking without A projection is always a shadow Deceiving what light has to show. all matter is perceived by how the light is cast upon it, look with beauty, seek the magic. i am you and you are me.

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May 21, 2014

May 21, 2014 at 12:54 AM UTC

courtney-miller

The ebb and flow

Until we are together again Running in fields of lavender Spinning in circles Waiting for the rain to come As if I can sense The seasons changing again Round and round the spiral goes Up and down the ebb and flow To seek and find what no ones knows A secret kept Waiting to behold Grab hold And never let go Of a beginning and an end The eternal spiral The cycle of life Through and within All See? Remember The days of past Before when was i A person of prologue The patterns within Projecting themselves out A mere escape of mind The consciousness plays with me again As if im living in a dream Waking with the early sun Walking through meadows of forever when The face of dawn shines itself through Me to you If only I could see The in-betweens of reality Instead I feel the magic within Oh, To be ultimately exposed and united To finally become Again As if a form of fantasy Casts itself again Recreating the past As if it has all happened before A collective state of mind Coming by; When will we move on and become To come together and live as one A faith that defys the ones of stories To live and to hold what we are As souls of connection The neverending spiral What goes around, comes around. What you touch and feel, Think and believe, Dream and achieve Is what you are meant to be. Just follow the path your feet choose to take The guide from within The secret knowledge Shining light for your skin to breathe To expose body from eternity waiting for you to seek and find; Grasp eternity with a single look Into the looking glass. A reflection it appears Sad and dissolved, Radled and upheld Hanging onto a false dream One which earth does not conceive A peace of mind A freedom of state A growth of man and earth Where technology and control do not interfere with what we fear, adhere, bring near Where giving is more important than receiving. Look within while looking without A projection is always a shadow Deceiving what light has to show. all matter is perceived by how the light is cast upon it, look with beauty, seek the magic. i am you and you are me.

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You take my mother when I need her You act like you need her more And she acts as if it's true. But don't you know, a daughter needs her mother A daughter needs her mother It's a simple act of nature And the fact that people try to take her Defys the rules of Mother Nature But I guess it doesn't matter I should be happy I should be glad But in fact I'm just sad Because I barely see my own mother And when I do your always with her I realize you want to be with her But can you realize I need her more When it's just me and her I'm always happy But when you come around I'm always angry I wouldn't say I'm being selfish I'm just saying I need her And I need her more then you do I hope one day you will both see it.

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Nov 23, 2013

Nov 23, 2013 at 9:15 PM UTC

secret

I need my mother

You take my mother when I need her You act like you need her more And she acts as if it's true. But don't you know, a daughter needs her mother A daughter needs her mother It's a simple act of nature And the fact that people try to take her Defys the rules of Mother Nature But I guess it doesn't matter I should be happy I should be glad But in fact I'm just sad Because I barely see my own mother And when I do your always with her I realize you want to be with her But can you realize I need her more When it's just me and her I'm always happy But when you come around I'm always angry I wouldn't say I'm being selfish I'm just saying I need her And I need her more then you do I hope one day you will both see it.

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What defines existence What defys death Stories of the mortal Onto last breath . . History of the birth Tales of the dead We march on Onto our last breath Thou shall die Truth as pure as thee Wide ocean Blue all i see We write in blood Washes away it still Nothing remains hollows don't fill Pain lingers on Till the day we lose Not our fate Faith cant choose The flower of life Blooms a day Flood of regret Do washes it away Love entangle like **** ***** out the bright Traps us blind We fight till the night Thou shall die Ugly truth to be told Infants don't know Warmth become cold Spring may come Alongth carry the joy But fall will undo Rust , destroy To Bathe in the sea of blood We need courage by the ton Only cowards bath In the sea of *** The Cycle is never ending Only death shall bring the freedom But we earn it by living WE Earn our freedom

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Jan 23, 2014

Jan 23, 2014 at 2:18 AM UTC

aviisevil

Freedom

What defines existence What defys death Stories of the mortal Onto last breath . . History of the birth Tales of the dead We march on Onto our last breath Thou shall die Truth as pure as thee Wide ocean Blue all i see We write in blood Washes away it still Nothing remains hollows don't fill Pain lingers on Till the day we lose Not our fate Faith cant choose The flower of life Blooms a day Flood of regret Do washes it away Love entangle like **** ***** out the bright Traps us blind We fight till the night Thou shall die Ugly truth to be told Infants don't know Warmth become cold Spring may come Alongth carry the joy But fall will undo Rust , destroy To Bathe in the sea of blood We need courage by the ton Only cowards bath In the sea of *** The Cycle is never ending Only death shall bring the freedom But we earn it by living WE Earn our freedom

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Do i ever find myself Living a life That isnt real? Being in a world Thats only surreal? Dreaming a day That wont ever be Longing for something I cant ever see? Hope seems so Far from reach Today becomes tomorrow Yet i am not free. Yesterday seems better Gone and redeemed Bringing me only More sorrow than glee- And this is true Im not living realy Im longing and waiting For deaths release: From the live Im not living To the live That wont be Do i ever find Living becomes survival Indeed? Dont tell me Be thankfull! You live in paradise!!! When i am not living Inside i have strife- For something else A world and a "being" Thats always surreal Do i find myself living Life thats unreal??? In honesty spoken Im not indeed For the moment Thats "being" Defys me- succeed, Im wasted and broken And hopeless unspoken Living for noting Im living Indeed, And Life becomes Unreal And LIFE INDEED...

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Aug 1, 2018

Aug 1, 2018 at 10:40 AM UTC

frederick

LIFE INDEED

Do i ever find myself Living a life That isnt real? Being in a world Thats only surreal? Dreaming a day That wont ever be Longing for something I cant ever see? Hope seems so Far from reach Today becomes tomorrow Yet i am not free. Yesterday seems better Gone and redeemed Bringing me only More sorrow than glee- And this is true Im not living realy Im longing and waiting For deaths release: From the live Im not living To the live That wont be Do i ever find Living becomes survival Indeed? Dont tell me Be thankfull! You live in paradise!!! When i am not living Inside i have strife- For something else A world and a "being" Thats always surreal Do i find myself living Life thats unreal??? In honesty spoken Im not indeed For the moment Thats "being" Defys me- succeed, Im wasted and broken And hopeless unspoken Living for noting Im living Indeed, And Life becomes Unreal And LIFE INDEED...

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