"druming" poems - Hello Poetry

Drumming is cool. drumming is sweet. drumming is awesome. drumming is on beat.

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May 20, 2014

May 20, 2014 at 5:14 PM UTC

mr-rambo-360z-poems

Druming

Drumming is cool. drumming is sweet. drumming is awesome. drumming is on beat.

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Stormy darkness emerges from your wide open eyes . Dark clouds are coming. The whistling wind of your words is druming in my ears. Planes of tears pouring on unshakable ground. You put on today dress woven with rain drops and gloves sewn from fog. Sky-blue color of your eyes transfigured in livid. I see no difference between night and day. Let disappear's your loud anger. I would like to see the horizon and sun. The heavens melted with the ground. I hear the noise of too bluntly spoken words. I'm ready to scream with fear of lightning of your complaints but this is not middle of the night to wake up someone. Storm and leaden sky reigns in the valleys and on the hills, do not let to sleep at night. You go too far, my love. Time for me, I need to intercept umbrella.

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Oct 29, 2014

Oct 29, 2014 at 9:38 AM UTC

liliana-jaworska

Stormy eyes

Stormy darkness emerges from your wide open eyes . Dark clouds are coming. The whistling wind of your words is druming in my ears. Planes of tears pouring on unshakable ground. You put on today dress woven with rain drops and gloves sewn from fog. Sky-blue color of your eyes transfigured in livid. I see no difference between night and day. Let disappear's your loud anger. I would like to see the horizon and sun. The heavens melted with the ground. I hear the noise of too bluntly spoken words. I'm ready to scream with fear of lightning of your complaints but this is not middle of the night to wake up someone. Storm and leaden sky reigns in the valleys and on the hills, do not let to sleep at night. You go too far, my love. Time for me, I need to intercept umbrella.

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Hello tree people, kings, figs and newts, We delight inexplicably, mice and toads! Under loud moons that wreak of pools, Before greasy footsteps into knights and lions. And loudly dwindles the extreme crown pig, The reality hardship of all sun and crowd. Forgotten mishap rulers that apply inch worms, And a staff of quails, jesters, and pawns. Sence to sentances, prison rain druming, squeeks. Filthy boring evaporating with kangaroo shorts, Cut half tall.

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Nov 23, 2014

Nov 23, 2014 at 10:34 AM UTC

alan-s-bailey

Sentences And Pointless Mumbles

Hello tree people, kings, figs and newts, We delight inexplicably, mice and toads! Under loud moons that wreak of pools, Before greasy footsteps into knights and lions. And loudly dwindles the extreme crown pig, The reality hardship of all sun and crowd. Forgotten mishap rulers that apply inch worms, And a staff of quails, jesters, and pawns. Sence to sentances, prison rain druming, squeeks. Filthy boring evaporating with kangaroo shorts, Cut half tall.

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Today someone tried To resolve my Let go issues I chuckled. I can't narrate to them The battle within The one you let Your guard down Swallow your pride And accept defeat Despite the voice within to fight. Another says He loves me I look deep within Their eyes and Face a wolf hungry Ready to devour their prey. But you were my shadow Where when the going gets tough The tough kept going And through my veins Reigned trust For when the light desipated You closed-in within me Keeping me warm. But this time Its cloudy and as nice As it was to wake Jump out to greet You before me This time i waited only To get wet from the Continuos druming Of rain drops My stomach flooded. Each night oozing out Bits of salty flows From my fluffy reddened Eyes, Accepting some battles are Won by bowing to Defeat.

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Jul 17, 2020

Jul 17, 2020 at 5:30 PM UTC

niamornimo

Shadows

Today someone tried To resolve my Let go issues I chuckled. I can't narrate to them The battle within The one you let Your guard down Swallow your pride And accept defeat Despite the voice within to fight. Another says He loves me I look deep within Their eyes and Face a wolf hungry Ready to devour their prey. But you were my shadow Where when the going gets tough The tough kept going And through my veins Reigned trust For when the light desipated You closed-in within me Keeping me warm. But this time Its cloudy and as nice As it was to wake Jump out to greet You before me This time i waited only To get wet from the Continuos druming Of rain drops My stomach flooded. Each night oozing out Bits of salty flows From my fluffy reddened Eyes, Accepting some battles are Won by bowing to Defeat.

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