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"denrut" poems
The King stood tall                                  mountain top                          .....                           .....                     ....                                      .... upon his....                                                 .....                                                                                   many And stood in awe of his many many beautiful things                                                              many He s                     l           o      w  l  y   waltzed across his marble bri-----dge                                                                        l                                                        f                         a                                                n                                       t (Subconciously) Seeking to i                                            e  his mind                                                n                                       t                                                        f                        a                                                                       l                                                                                                                                                                                                                          i                           s Vivacious v                          and roaring r            v            r                                 a  l            y  s                                            e                                         l   e                                               .  high                                               .                                               . Puffed his chest up well and.                      His       al-     zi-     g.-  continued slow in pace          w        t      n   Until he  dnuora denrut  and beheld his castle Stepping  b...a. . . . c  .  .  .  .  .  k  for a better look Acc e  l  l   e       r         a             t               i              n                 g towards the led                                                                                                                                 g                                                                                                                                e            And just before The King could see such greatness           over He  stepped and had his f                                           a                                                                            l                                                                 l.
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Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 6:50 PM UTC
PoetWhoKnowIt
Pride~
The King stood tall                                  mountain top                          .....                           .....                     ....                                      .... upon his....                                                 .....                                                                                   many And stood in awe of his many many beautiful things                                                              many He s                     l           o      w  l  y   waltzed across his marble bri-----dge                                                                        l                                                        f                         a                                                n                                       t (Subconciously) Seeking to i                                            e  his mind                                                n                                       t                                                        f                        a                                                                       l                                                                                                                                                                                                                          i                           s Vivacious v                          and roaring r            v            r                                 a  l            y  s                                            e                                         l   e                                               .  high                                               .                                               . Puffed his chest up well and.                      His       al-     zi-     g.-  continued slow in pace          w        t      n   Until he  dnuora denrut  and beheld his castle Stepping  b...a. . . . c  .  .  .  .  .  k  for a better look Acc e  l  l   e       r         a             t               i              n                 g towards the led                                                                                                                                 g                                                                                                                                e            And just before The King could see such greatness           over He  stepped and had his f                                           a                                                                            l                                                                 l.
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It was like an echo, an echo always heard What would happen when it Ceased, Refrained, Terminated Its toll upon my thoughts, But I found others heard this calling Never voiced whispered unheard. Raeh eseht sdrow nekops Resaeler morf slioc htrib Eht yek sah won denrut Liked garbled refection knowing what Is unknown, heeded as whispers Clinging to me, a brushed off shudder As what was a breath now clawing at my inner ear, "Leave me alone, "I just spoken to air, Do you hear the voice, the one next to me said? "Yes, "Don't worry friend they'll not last, "How long have you heard these thoughts, Since I was born, I have known there meaning Were yours garbled nonsense? "Yes, I understood the first one long ago, now just Comfort these thoughts. Like music on my soul, easing my moments "There singing to me now a lullaby of....... "Nurse, "Nurse, Tears escaped my stained eyes, How could... "Sorry he's gone, "Did you know him long, The nurse spoke cold, then the child was gone Eleven years old, To young on this earth for him to be gone, He said in our talks if I listen I could hear the Whispers to let them talk. Days passed and I listened to each breath spoken Few words made sense. Spoken, Birth, Key To open what I need to concentrate. I listen To the words spoken to me of a heart young But mind as sharp as others older in Wisdom than me. I listen, empty minded moments letting the Words speak upon me. Then like a mist it lifts upon thoughts and I eventually hear words in clarity. "Hear these words spoken, "Release from coiled birth, "The key has now turned, With those words spoken in lucidity, I hear Everything as these words now have meaning they Sing, Whistle, Serenade To me as my heart releases all fears, And I realise that this is my chime. I am at peace as the words whisper nothings But I understand all the words spoken to me. This is my end my song of ended moments time Has caught up and now sings my lullaby to my mind.
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Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 1:19 PM UTC
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When The Whispers Fall Silent
It was like an echo, an echo always heard What would happen when it Ceased, Refrained, Terminated Its toll upon my thoughts, But I found others heard this calling Never voiced whispered unheard. Raeh eseht sdrow nekops Resaeler morf slioc htrib Eht yek sah won denrut Liked garbled refection knowing what Is unknown, heeded as whispers Clinging to me, a brushed off shudder As what was a breath now clawing at my inner ear, "Leave me alone, "I just spoken to air, Do you hear the voice, the one next to me said? "Yes, "Don't worry friend they'll not last, "How long have you heard these thoughts, Since I was born, I have known there meaning Were yours garbled nonsense? "Yes, I understood the first one long ago, now just Comfort these thoughts. Like music on my soul, easing my moments "There singing to me now a lullaby of....... "Nurse, "Nurse, Tears escaped my stained eyes, How could... "Sorry he's gone, "Did you know him long, The nurse spoke cold, then the child was gone Eleven years old, To young on this earth for him to be gone, He said in our talks if I listen I could hear the Whispers to let them talk. Days passed and I listened to each breath spoken Few words made sense. Spoken, Birth, Key To open what I need to concentrate. I listen To the words spoken to me of a heart young But mind as sharp as others older in Wisdom than me. I listen, empty minded moments letting the Words speak upon me. Then like a mist it lifts upon thoughts and I eventually hear words in clarity. "Hear these words spoken, "Release from coiled birth, "The key has now turned, With those words spoken in lucidity, I hear Everything as these words now have meaning they Sing, Whistle, Serenade To me as my heart releases all fears, And I realise that this is my chime. I am at peace as the words whisper nothings But I understand all the words spoken to me. This is my end my song of ended moments time Has caught up and now sings my lullaby to my mind.
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