"dejecting" poems - Hello Poetry

Softly and gently, I swim him along the frail whirlpool of a lie, He visits like a lamp in the froth of cold forward towards but shy I remember to keep my palm onto the cold night's sheet and tell him how his would fit in, how every moment of my cold nights would burn into the arms of his unconscious sin I canst remember thy face though, o love, was the dust of snow much.? Swaying like a leaf in the wind of my poem skimming on the foam of an immortal stream, with his perfect structured fingers touching his evening cup, he flutters like a laugh from the lips of a weeping dream. A dream. A DREAM. O my.! Was this illusory? Years of long closed eyelids imagining their perfect fit The word exists the definition doesn't, Dejection over fancies is dejecting Perfection is straight where you find true love.

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May 25, 2018

May 25, 2018 at 3:41 AM UTC

falguni

"Lips of a weeping dream"

Softly and gently, I swim him along the frail whirlpool of a lie, He visits like a lamp in the froth of cold forward towards but shy I remember to keep my palm onto the cold night's sheet and tell him how his would fit in, how every moment of my cold nights would burn into the arms of his unconscious sin I canst remember thy face though, o love, was the dust of snow much.? Swaying like a leaf in the wind of my poem skimming on the foam of an immortal stream, with his perfect structured fingers touching his evening cup, he flutters like a laugh from the lips of a weeping dream. A dream. A DREAM. O my.! Was this illusory? Years of long closed eyelids imagining their perfect fit The word exists the definition doesn't, Dejection over fancies is dejecting Perfection is straight where you find true love.

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" Who is in there? ! Answer eh! " The shadow trembled . " Are you black or white?!" " I am hungry, sir. '' The voice replied. Why is it that souls are judged on the basis of their colour? This disgraceful conjecture which has been dejecting people for centuries, seems on an external tenure. When will it bear a full stop? Be it the western nations, where it determines a person's status or the southern, where it decides a person's magnitude of beauty. Although, this mind set is hobbling downwards, yet some vestiges are still sparky, which are needed to be hushed off. A.S.

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Jun 29, 2018

Jun 29, 2018 at 1:02 PM UTC

amisha

My Fair Lady

" Who is in there? ! Answer eh! " The shadow trembled . " Are you black or white?!" " I am hungry, sir. '' The voice replied. Why is it that souls are judged on the basis of their colour? This disgraceful conjecture which has been dejecting people for centuries, seems on an external tenure. When will it bear a full stop? Be it the western nations, where it determines a person's status or the southern, where it decides a person's magnitude of beauty. Although, this mind set is hobbling downwards, yet some vestiges are still sparky, which are needed to be hushed off. A.S.

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Sometimes we feel Discouraged Despondent Dispirited and Crestfallen By the world And all its Melancholy Morose Disconsolate It's so despairing Wretched Dejecting and woebegone It seems a neverending blue Wrapping around you Pulling your smile down And devouring There is a cure Called ice-cream Feel like a kid again With a few licks You'll forget about The sad things The cool cream Vanilla swirl In chocolate covered eye dreams Don't be conquered by the world And all it screams Just grab your self a cone Of your favorite flavor known And enjoy the cure Called ice cream

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Aug 15, 2018

Aug 15, 2018 at 3:27 PM UTC

JaxSpade

I scream!

Sometimes we feel Discouraged Despondent Dispirited and Crestfallen By the world And all its Melancholy Morose Disconsolate It's so despairing Wretched Dejecting and woebegone It seems a neverending blue Wrapping around you Pulling your smile down And devouring There is a cure Called ice-cream Feel like a kid again With a few licks You'll forget about The sad things The cool cream Vanilla swirl In chocolate covered eye dreams Don't be conquered by the world And all it screams Just grab your self a cone Of your favorite flavor known And enjoy the cure Called ice cream

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Tones of depreciation eject forth estuaries of spittle Causing unsought billows of panic Why can’t society be more appreciative Instead of dejecting them And divesting them of criticism Communication is significant Yet people omit it’s qualities

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Sep 18, 2012

Sep 18, 2012 at 9:45 PM UTC

glenn-mccrary

M.E.A.N.

Tones of depreciation eject forth estuaries of spittle Causing unsought billows of panic Why can’t society be more appreciative Instead of dejecting them And divesting them of criticism Communication is significant Yet people omit it’s qualities

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This delight fragrance of the soil below Reveals the hovering of dark, humid shadow. There’s a joy in the air, There’s a blossom in each rainy tear. Each melody has a deep sensation, That gives my heart an ambition. Each resonance initiates a new desire, Each asks me to follow its own admire. Oh, this dejecting shower came to end, All my desires are also abandoned, All this halt with a gloomy end, Abrading all my dreams in a glance.

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Feb 17, 2021

Feb 17, 2021 at 9:03 AM UTC

Chagg

The Sorrowful Rainy tears

This delight fragrance of the soil below Reveals the hovering of dark, humid shadow. There’s a joy in the air, There’s a blossom in each rainy tear. Each melody has a deep sensation, That gives my heart an ambition. Each resonance initiates a new desire, Each asks me to follow its own admire. Oh, this dejecting shower came to end, All my desires are also abandoned, All this halt with a gloomy end, Abrading all my dreams in a glance.

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For living life to the fullest... enjoy and truly feel its essence... I think I know what's keenest... assuredly the key is love. it strongly binds yet it liberates... uplifting souls to high domains... a reason for living most times generates... you know what I mean if you've truly loved. its absence can make life seem so bare... feels dejecting no one cares... love doses genuinely clears despair... in any way try to show some love. the one thing that can heal the world... universal, it cuts across all tongues... but can't always be expressed in words... indeed the greatest, yes it's love. some think it's found in sharing mornings... one feeling I know rejuvenates... for sure it's one of all life's cravings... for it fills life when its truly love. love in its true form is always pure... be it for kids or the special one... for family,friends or mother nature... you're blessed if you've truly found love. a feeling that's for angels only... godly stance to those who bear... am sure it transcends this earthly dwelling... larger than life is the feeling of love.

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Mar 23, 2021

Mar 23, 2021 at 10:21 AM UTC

unuado-godwin-onos

love fills life

For living life to the fullest... enjoy and truly feel its essence... I think I know what's keenest... assuredly the key is love. it strongly binds yet it liberates... uplifting souls to high domains... a reason for living most times generates... you know what I mean if you've truly loved. its absence can make life seem so bare... feels dejecting no one cares... love doses genuinely clears despair... in any way try to show some love. the one thing that can heal the world... universal, it cuts across all tongues... but can't always be expressed in words... indeed the greatest, yes it's love. some think it's found in sharing mornings... one feeling I know rejuvenates... for sure it's one of all life's cravings... for it fills life when its truly love. love in its true form is always pure... be it for kids or the special one... for family,friends or mother nature... you're blessed if you've truly found love. a feeling that's for angels only... godly stance to those who bear... am sure it transcends this earthly dwelling... larger than life is the feeling of love.

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