"distinguishably" poems

So it came to pass at last and sad to know a Timber has fallen It stood in strength tall and strong for over seven decades Resplendently toned it spread an uncompromising foliage Masterly in domain magical in reach attaining untold grades Humble in origins yet grew with endeavour and knowledge Distinguishably it cut sway in tundra and in lush green glades Son of sons of the Land held roots countenancing no crawling It reached for the stars and danced reasons with every shades Ran with the sun and sat with owls and vipers for tutelage Sweeping the very highs and the lows in communal trades In the jungle of sharks and vipers it be known who's in Charge A Timber has fallen while the rains falls and blue clouds fades There's now a mighty hole in the earth and rivers are swollen Leaves scatter and branches beckon hundreds of onward bridges Leaving best Princess, flowers and saplings for love and largesse A notable trunk laid supine free to roam without worldly cages Odes will enter dancing in guises and tears flow without finesse A Timber has fallen and dirges will ring out for a man of all ages Yemessia bows and says Adieu My Senior, we will meet again..... [email protected].

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Aug 20, 2018

Aug 20, 2018 at 10:29 PM UTC

yenson

A Timber Has Fallen

So it came to pass at last and sad to know a Timber has fallen It stood in strength tall and strong for over seven decades Resplendently toned it spread an uncompromising foliage Masterly in domain magical in reach attaining untold grades Humble in origins yet grew with endeavour and knowledge Distinguishably it cut sway in tundra and in lush green glades Son of sons of the Land held roots countenancing no crawling It reached for the stars and danced reasons with every shades Ran with the sun and sat with owls and vipers for tutelage Sweeping the very highs and the lows in communal trades In the jungle of sharks and vipers it be known who's in Charge A Timber has fallen while the rains falls and blue clouds fades There's now a mighty hole in the earth and rivers are swollen Leaves scatter and branches beckon hundreds of onward bridges Leaving best Princess, flowers and saplings for love and largesse A notable trunk laid supine free to roam without worldly cages Odes will enter dancing in guises and tears flow without finesse A Timber has fallen and dirges will ring out for a man of all ages Yemessia bows and says Adieu My Senior, we will meet again..... [email protected].

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You are a majestic creature just the way you are. Every curve, flaw and imperfection makes you who you are. Makes you so distinguishably stunning. Makes your brilliance that much more deep-seated. Meticulous study that must be done by you first before anyone else; in order to accept and love yourself wholly. Meticulous study and keen scrutiny on every inch and corner of this majestic body; in order to be able to be at peace and thank entirely. ~Existence of great appreciation of self before receiving commends from others. ~Loving yourself first before seeking love.

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Apr 14, 2016

Apr 14, 2016 at 3:22 PM UTC

Nasri-ali

Majestic

You are a majestic creature just the way you are. Every curve, flaw and imperfection makes you who you are. Makes you so distinguishably stunning. Makes your brilliance that much more deep-seated. Meticulous study that must be done by you first before anyone else; in order to accept and love yourself wholly. Meticulous study and keen scrutiny on every inch and corner of this majestic body; in order to be able to be at peace and thank entirely. ~Existence of great appreciation of self before receiving commends from others. ~Loving yourself first before seeking love.

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Cold-Dark, And Wooden Mark, Flood In Park Tears And Rains, On The Dark Meal Shake The Leaf To Die By One Week Hard Days, Turns On The Fiery Coal With Steam And Smoke, Time Out Of Luck A Lost Words, Between The Song Deal The Melody Of The Devil's Strike Between Dead Shoulders!, How You Feel ! On A Dusk Peeks Forward To Dark Swirling, Howling - An, Echoing - "Chill" Drop By Drop, Bleeding In Work ! Feel My Wounds, It Was All Real The Sadness Inside Me, Will Never Leaves Me Come And Find Me, Inside A Grave And Hold Me On The Verge Of Frost Melancholy Dark Forests Are Smothered In Mists A Man Down, Under A Gun Melody Wisp Dropped Down From The Beast Swear -No Back- On What Was Holy The Endless Art Of His Shadow Fist His Aura Is Distinguishably Grey, Elimenates The Soul And All The Dist A Colour Faded By A Depressive Apathy His Blood Flooded Across The Streets On A Stormy Day, Wake Up And Pray The Sadness Inside Me, Will Never Leaves Me Come And Find Me, Inside A Grave And Hold Me Weak And Fragile, As The Leaves Before Shivering, Silence, Awoken Sound Dead Memories, Screaming No More To Cover the Last Beat, All Around Hearing Her Voice, Clean And Pure Lonely, Near The Tree That Stands Says Love Never Was Enought For...! Removes His Grave From The Land The Sadness Inside Me, Will Never Leaves Me Come And Find Me, Inside A Grave And Hold Me Author / Aladdin Aures HAMDI

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Oct 12, 2017

Oct 12, 2017 at 8:07 PM UTC

AladdinAuresHamdi

He Was A Soldier

Cold-Dark, And Wooden Mark, Flood In Park Tears And Rains, On The Dark Meal Shake The Leaf To Die By One Week Hard Days, Turns On The Fiery Coal With Steam And Smoke, Time Out Of Luck A Lost Words, Between The Song Deal The Melody Of The Devil's Strike Between Dead Shoulders!, How You Feel ! On A Dusk Peeks Forward To Dark Swirling, Howling - An, Echoing - "Chill" Drop By Drop, Bleeding In Work ! Feel My Wounds, It Was All Real The Sadness Inside Me, Will Never Leaves Me Come And Find Me, Inside A Grave And Hold Me On The Verge Of Frost Melancholy Dark Forests Are Smothered In Mists A Man Down, Under A Gun Melody Wisp Dropped Down From The Beast Swear -No Back- On What Was Holy The Endless Art Of His Shadow Fist His Aura Is Distinguishably Grey, Elimenates The Soul And All The Dist A Colour Faded By A Depressive Apathy His Blood Flooded Across The Streets On A Stormy Day, Wake Up And Pray The Sadness Inside Me, Will Never Leaves Me Come And Find Me, Inside A Grave And Hold Me Weak And Fragile, As The Leaves Before Shivering, Silence, Awoken Sound Dead Memories, Screaming No More To Cover the Last Beat, All Around Hearing Her Voice, Clean And Pure Lonely, Near The Tree That Stands Says Love Never Was Enought For...! Removes His Grave From The Land The Sadness Inside Me, Will Never Leaves Me Come And Find Me, Inside A Grave And Hold Me Author / Aladdin Aures HAMDI

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What is art? The expression or application of human creative skill and imagination, typically in a visual form, or is it the way your hands move down my waist and hugs my curves. The way your lips are distinguishably marked against my skin. The way your hands traced my spine and sent shivers through my body. The love marks you left compressed against my skin with every touch, every look, with every kiss that made it all harder to take in. So what is art? is it just drawing on paper because if that's the case then I'm your canvas where you portrayed your doubts, your fears, your stress, your needs. But forget my tattered memories, and all the pages of my sketch book that you have taken from me. I still do crave your kisses on my inked fingers and please do forgive the pens they have stained and the paints they have ruined to fix the panting that was never cracked or shattered to you. Astonished by your blatant disregard towards my feelings, claiming you know me but you have yet to find me beneath my words of guise through this poem. You have painted my body all the colors of the rainbow and yet I can't help but feel grey. Neutral. An ignored color, nothing very special, just like I am to you. So what is art? because the art of me, is you.

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Sep 15, 2016

Sep 15, 2016 at 4:48 PM UTC

karla-peguero

What is Art?

What is art? The expression or application of human creative skill and imagination, typically in a visual form, or is it the way your hands move down my waist and hugs my curves. The way your lips are distinguishably marked against my skin. The way your hands traced my spine and sent shivers through my body. The love marks you left compressed against my skin with every touch, every look, with every kiss that made it all harder to take in. So what is art? is it just drawing on paper because if that's the case then I'm your canvas where you portrayed your doubts, your fears, your stress, your needs. But forget my tattered memories, and all the pages of my sketch book that you have taken from me. I still do crave your kisses on my inked fingers and please do forgive the pens they have stained and the paints they have ruined to fix the panting that was never cracked or shattered to you. Astonished by your blatant disregard towards my feelings, claiming you know me but you have yet to find me beneath my words of guise through this poem. You have painted my body all the colors of the rainbow and yet I can't help but feel grey. Neutral. An ignored color, nothing very special, just like I am to you. So what is art? because the art of me, is you.

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