"devoiding" poems - Hello Poetry

I open the wooden door to my derelict mind To see myself crawling on the wet playground of dreams ,‎ Where I have dwelled in, ever since you left I clutch to an old photo of you that broadly beams It seems, as though millions of years have passed The first furtive gaze into your almond eyes The piles of midnight letters I could never send Oh darling! Love deep buried in your heart lies Like a dying ember in the arms of an antique fireplace ! I trace back to my past, when I had you close at hand. My foolish mind devoiding the agony of your absence As for this tyrannical solitude I had never planned I stand on a deserted island fenced by a sea Of swimming monsters, that aim at my very soul They, in quest to bite a piece of me ‎ And I, in the depth of this dream,roll and roll... ~Tina RSH

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Feb 28, 2018

Feb 28, 2018 at 6:26 AM UTC

TinaRSH

With you gone

I open the wooden door to my derelict mind To see myself crawling on the wet playground of dreams ,‎ Where I have dwelled in, ever since you left I clutch to an old photo of you that broadly beams It seems, as though millions of years have passed The first furtive gaze into your almond eyes The piles of midnight letters I could never send Oh darling! Love deep buried in your heart lies Like a dying ember in the arms of an antique fireplace ! I trace back to my past, when I had you close at hand. My foolish mind devoiding the agony of your absence As for this tyrannical solitude I had never planned I stand on a deserted island fenced by a sea Of swimming monsters, that aim at my very soul They, in quest to bite a piece of me ‎ And I, in the depth of this dream,roll and roll... ~Tina RSH

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Model cutout of a still photograph ***** with pointed ******* Attacking at my ***** hairs like ergot on rye almost robotic her stare descending As the sun from the horizon beams brightness upon the displayed man- nequin and I grow from manikin to MAMMOTH We've kissed before, with her soft velvet body hair playing my brain like a Kennebuc County bluegrass musician picks at his banjo Caressing me. Attacking me. Devouring me. Devoiding me of anyone else The galaxy moves constant. Mankind can not slow it down. There's a crash-course in friendship. The Least important word is "I". The most important word is "we". Yes. I remain. Nailed

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Dec 4, 2015

Dec 4, 2015 at 9:39 AM UTC

david-ehrgott

Still Standing

Model cutout of a still photograph ***** with pointed ******* Attacking at my ***** hairs like ergot on rye almost robotic her stare descending As the sun from the horizon beams brightness upon the displayed man- nequin and I grow from manikin to MAMMOTH We've kissed before, with her soft velvet body hair playing my brain like a Kennebuc County bluegrass musician picks at his banjo Caressing me. Attacking me. Devouring me. Devoiding me of anyone else The galaxy moves constant. Mankind can not slow it down. There's a crash-course in friendship. The Least important word is "I". The most important word is "we". Yes. I remain. Nailed

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My heart dysfuntional, My brain delusional of all thought, Devoiding gallantry, Enraging vain, That even giving others pain, My body ached, Visualizing the insane that I was, Metaphorically,atrocities in me were at gain., The cloudy and hazy fog, That once put a block, Had swept away, I changed my conceited and prejudiced self, The only thing I got in return, Was ample of hurt and poignancy to repair.

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Nov 1, 2015

Nov 1, 2015 at 9:18 PM UTC

arfah-afaqi-zia

Trust no more

My heart dysfuntional, My brain delusional of all thought, Devoiding gallantry, Enraging vain, That even giving others pain, My body ached, Visualizing the insane that I was, Metaphorically,atrocities in me were at gain., The cloudy and hazy fog, That once put a block, Had swept away, I changed my conceited and prejudiced self, The only thing I got in return, Was ample of hurt and poignancy to repair.

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An ocean of despair, How I realized my life was then and how it is now, Vandalized, An excursion, The chapters of my life seem to move on continuous as they are being compiled into a book, Unmitigated, Devoiding the fact, Could it be I think to myself several times or could it not be, Confused, I surrender my hopes, In the midst naturally they swirl and get blown away, Aloof, Here I stand, Fumbled and ridiculed by society accepting myself to feel better though- Outraged.

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Jul 24, 2016

Jul 24, 2016 at 10:34 PM UTC

arfah-afaqi-zia

Words-

An ocean of despair, How I realized my life was then and how it is now, Vandalized, An excursion, The chapters of my life seem to move on continuous as they are being compiled into a book, Unmitigated, Devoiding the fact, Could it be I think to myself several times or could it not be, Confused, I surrender my hopes, In the midst naturally they swirl and get blown away, Aloof, Here I stand, Fumbled and ridiculed by society accepting myself to feel better though- Outraged.

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