"deliberates" poems - Hello Poetry

Sometimes I wish I had something different Every piece of art is made with deliberates but from intuition Just like my life Every decision is thought out but in reality Its timing and final say is on the way I feel that day And so many and so much sway My mood pulling it like the sea to moon It’s never free, I’m always high tide in emotion Sometimes I wish I had something different That mathematical precision that some people just have But intuition just feels right I can’t shake something that is so much part of me I wonder if mathematical precision could explain High tide that that never turns

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Oct 19, 2013

Oct 19, 2013 at 9:52 PM UTC

Rage

High tide

Sometimes I wish I had something different Every piece of art is made with deliberates but from intuition Just like my life Every decision is thought out but in reality Its timing and final say is on the way I feel that day And so many and so much sway My mood pulling it like the sea to moon It’s never free, I’m always high tide in emotion Sometimes I wish I had something different That mathematical precision that some people just have But intuition just feels right I can’t shake something that is so much part of me I wonder if mathematical precision could explain High tide that that never turns

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Light, from a billion years too late Creating states of existence In an essence of brilliance On a journey that deliberates deliverance. Belonging to all These black nights filled with pockets of galactical, manifested mystical’s – of fire and pure delight. Welcoming all, to join them in a dancing rage Screaming to all who look upon their fate Come and join us and live among this artificial state The black holes creating galaxies of continuous rate. Follow me on this journey of magnificence Stars falling in from everywhere Dust clouds manifesting inside out Colours only seen to believe their brilliance Planets colliding Solar systems offering silence Moons defending restless meteors that seem lost at the gate. A planet resides west offering food, shelter and light Are you ready to hold on tight? Entering the atmosphere with the weight of an eternal flight Help me Ready to die with overwhelming fight A raw silence hits the delicate shields of plasma that give off a radiance of fire. Shades of blue await Living eyes that are here to communicate The journey is only beginning As this one Terminates.

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Aug 6, 2019

Aug 6, 2019 at 3:54 AM UTC

david-irvine

Interstellar

Light, from a billion years too late Creating states of existence In an essence of brilliance On a journey that deliberates deliverance. Belonging to all These black nights filled with pockets of galactical, manifested mystical’s – of fire and pure delight. Welcoming all, to join them in a dancing rage Screaming to all who look upon their fate Come and join us and live among this artificial state The black holes creating galaxies of continuous rate. Follow me on this journey of magnificence Stars falling in from everywhere Dust clouds manifesting inside out Colours only seen to believe their brilliance Planets colliding Solar systems offering silence Moons defending restless meteors that seem lost at the gate. A planet resides west offering food, shelter and light Are you ready to hold on tight? Entering the atmosphere with the weight of an eternal flight Help me Ready to die with overwhelming fight A raw silence hits the delicate shields of plasma that give off a radiance of fire. Shades of blue await Living eyes that are here to communicate The journey is only beginning As this one Terminates.

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He changes his socks but never the muse and wonders what's the use, in time when the stream reaches its destination. He never fixates he always deliberates slowly. Things will be they always are. I leave well enough alone, even in marriage sometimes it's good to be on your own. There is here a limited access no entry, do you have a pass? Go be things as they are, better by far that you know what will be.

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Mar 31, 2017

Mar 31, 2017 at 2:25 PM UTC

john-edward-smallshaw

Collapsing lungs

He changes his socks but never the muse and wonders what's the use, in time when the stream reaches its destination. He never fixates he always deliberates slowly. Things will be they always are. I leave well enough alone, even in marriage sometimes it's good to be on your own. There is here a limited access no entry, do you have a pass? Go be things as they are, better by far that you know what will be.

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(2017) A word is almost I can't write, It deliberates the wrath That recollects my childhood And departure is got! Did I lost such beauty Or this delusive phase, I truly need my vision, — To prove hypothesis! E.

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Feb 21, 2018

Feb 21, 2018 at 6:39 AM UTC

EMSebastian

A WORD IS ALMOST I CAN'T WRITE.

(2017) A word is almost I can't write, It deliberates the wrath That recollects my childhood And departure is got! Did I lost such beauty Or this delusive phase, I truly need my vision, — To prove hypothesis! E.

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