"dimise" poems - Hello Poetry

I love the blues the melancholy never fails to capture my despondent state of mind Not something relished but has become an obsession those low chords strumming harmoniously A splash of liquor could amplify The pity party The speakers high Even if I could disguise I do not dare hide dimise because I dont have a fashion sense and I cant stand negligence

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Oct 21, 2012

Oct 21, 2012 at 6:52 PM UTC

danielle-rose

The Blues =)

I love the blues the melancholy never fails to capture my despondent state of mind Not something relished but has become an obsession those low chords strumming harmoniously A splash of liquor could amplify The pity party The speakers high Even if I could disguise I do not dare hide dimise because I dont have a fashion sense and I cant stand negligence

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My own advice must be lacking in something. Will I in turn become defeated by my own dimise? What doesn't break you makes you stronger. Well maybe Im tired of being broken. Hiding inside my head for now, let me know when you've found "an easy way out"

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Jul 7, 2014

Jul 7, 2014 at 5:16 AM UTC

sarah-mulqueen

Defeated

My own advice must be lacking in something. Will I in turn become defeated by my own dimise? What doesn't break you makes you stronger. Well maybe Im tired of being broken. Hiding inside my head for now, let me know when you've found "an easy way out"

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True translucent sphares ascending down upon me Amongst this chaotic mess The beauty slanted & warping in time Cascade your light on those who need it For I am too far to find At home in the darkness with all it's little creatures Please Don't leave me to my own dimise I'm not lost No need for pitty Simply Knowing So don't pull back my shades to where I feel most at home

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May 24, 2014

May 24, 2014 at 9:41 PM UTC

sarah-mulqueen

Leave my shades alone

True translucent sphares ascending down upon me Amongst this chaotic mess The beauty slanted & warping in time Cascade your light on those who need it For I am too far to find At home in the darkness with all it's little creatures Please Don't leave me to my own dimise I'm not lost No need for pitty Simply Knowing So don't pull back my shades to where I feel most at home

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I envy them For they are free But that unfortunately isn't me They soar in the sky While I'm stuck down here in my dimise I hear them sing "If you can't fly then run",once said Martin Luther king jr So I run and never look back

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Sep 21, 2017

Sep 21, 2017 at 10:52 PM UTC

lovinlife

Birds

I envy them For they are free But that unfortunately isn't me They soar in the sky While I'm stuck down here in my dimise I hear them sing "If you can't fly then run",once said Martin Luther king jr So I run and never look back

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In desolate places, I leave all my faces. The masks and disguises, construction of lies. The spotlight of fear, my delight and dimise. As curtains close, applause fades, alone with the shadows of self that pervades. Ghosts of the past, that once were true. Withered and lost, in my daily debut. To please and to pleasure, a pointless measure. Unable to escape, I'm asleep but awake. I wriggle and writh in my own divide, tearing apart from depths deep inside. Empty halls and vacant seats, angels and demons fatefully meet. Crimson flows as roses fall, the closing act as curtains call. My death is rebirth, the dove and the crow, a final bow at the end of my show.

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Mar 3, 2020

Mar 3, 2020 at 10:32 AM UTC

JoshK

The Finale

In desolate places, I leave all my faces. The masks and disguises, construction of lies. The spotlight of fear, my delight and dimise. As curtains close, applause fades, alone with the shadows of self that pervades. Ghosts of the past, that once were true. Withered and lost, in my daily debut. To please and to pleasure, a pointless measure. Unable to escape, I'm asleep but awake. I wriggle and writh in my own divide, tearing apart from depths deep inside. Empty halls and vacant seats, angels and demons fatefully meet. Crimson flows as roses fall, the closing act as curtains call. My death is rebirth, the dove and the crow, a final bow at the end of my show.

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