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"earthshaking" poems
Some say there is nothing more beautiful than the sunrise, and how the sun's lips lightly spin over the face of the earth and bathe it in soft colors, a gentle reminder that the darkness is over. Some say there is nothing more beautiful than the ocean, because no matter how far they're swept away, the waves always find their way back home to shore, healing it over and over again. Some say there is nothing more beautiful than galaxies, and how no star tries to outshine the other, every form simply coexisting in a dance of unnamed colors; in space even death is a sight to behold, a firework display of moondust and leftover breath from the mouth of God. Yet I have to disagree, for I have never before seen anything as beautiful as love in its purest form--- conquering death, every sliver of fear, every earthshaking storm. For loving you is sunrise, we have seen each other's midnight yet still we choose to forgive, knowing that when light breaks it covers even the places we thought were beyond love's relentless reach, and Loving you is oceans of pushing and pulling, hurting and healing, but we have promised to be there through high tides and low tides, because I know your moon will always draw you home to me, and lastly, Loving you is galaxies. I have never before felt anything so alive, so vast that even after claiming we know all the coordinates and all the corners of our maps, we still are only brushing the surface of our solar systems, and there are still so many colors, so many flames, so many meteorites we still haven't named, but that's okay because loving you is only the beginning. Thank you for choosing my hand for yours to hold on this crazy, everlasting journey and maybe one day we'll find the right words to compare what loving you is like, even if we both know there aren't any. Oh, there aren't any.
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Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 11:40 AM UTC
Metaphors
Some say there is nothing more beautiful than the sunrise, and how the sun's lips lightly spin over the face of the earth and bathe it in soft colors, a gentle reminder that the darkness is over. Some say there is nothing more beautiful than the ocean, because no matter how far they're swept away, the waves always find their way back home to shore, healing it over and over again. Some say there is nothing more beautiful than galaxies, and how no star tries to outshine the other, every form simply coexisting in a dance of unnamed colors; in space even death is a sight to behold, a firework display of moondust and leftover breath from the mouth of God. Yet I have to disagree, for I have never before seen anything as beautiful as love in its purest form--- conquering death, every sliver of fear, every earthshaking storm. For loving you is sunrise, we have seen each other's midnight yet still we choose to forgive, knowing that when light breaks it covers even the places we thought were beyond love's relentless reach, and Loving you is oceans of pushing and pulling, hurting and healing, but we have promised to be there through high tides and low tides, because I know your moon will always draw you home to me, and lastly, Loving you is galaxies. I have never before felt anything so alive, so vast that even after claiming we know all the coordinates and all the corners of our maps, we still are only brushing the surface of our solar systems, and there are still so many colors, so many flames, so many meteorites we still haven't named, but that's okay because loving you is only the beginning. Thank you for choosing my hand for yours to hold on this crazy, everlasting journey and maybe one day we'll find the right words to compare what loving you is like, even if we both know there aren't any. Oh, there aren't any.
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If I never see the sun again I'll be all right The light of your smile will last a million years It'll guide my way Even on the darkest of days, it'll never lead me astray. If I never hear my favorite song another time I'll be all right The sound of your voice will echo in my ears It'll calm my heart and ease my fears When the silence gets too loud, I'll squeeze my eyes and listen to your hymn If I never feel the warmth of my mother's touch again The benevolence of your hug will carry me for countless hours It'll keep my toes toasty and my mind nimble When the air around me gets cold, your arms will melt me If I never taste another fresh raspberry for as long as I live It's ok because your lips are sweeter than the sweetest berry They'll kiss away the pain Even if they spill sour words, I'll lick them clean while I wait in vain If I never smell a rose in the spring time air It'll be just fine I swear, if the only scent I breathe in is the aroma of you When I swallow air filled with you I'll let of a sigh of relief My senses are lost in the medley of you   Intoxicating Vibrating Earthshaking Body aching My senses are lost in the medley of you
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Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 10:16 PM UTC
Senseless
She is earthshaking and I am timid She is compass and I am a wanderer She is victory and I am surrender She is unconventional and I am inferior She is inspiration and I am distress She is magic and I am a creep She is ocean and I am a sunken ship She is play and I am pause She is soil and I am a plant She is treasures and I am a merchant She is vital and I am grave She is everything at once and I am afraid
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Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 2:46 PM UTC
She (part 4)
Tons of commotion, Followed by defining Silence. The door clicks open, Followed by a slight bang. We are already made aware Of the situation at hand. No one speaks, No sound to be heard. A few moments after The door clicks closed, A slight mumble can be heard. Followed my a Heartwrenching scream. Loud sobs echo Through the halls. Many here are Slightly teary eyed. Another mumble, The door clicks open again. The door seems to bang rather loudly This time. Nothing compared to the Earthshaking sobs coming from the room. IUFD makes the loud go Silent. In a few moments the normal Commotion  resumes. Tonight we will leave With heavier hearts. A moment of silence, For no longer beating hearts.
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Sep 5, 2013
Sep 5, 2013 at 2:13 PM UTC
IUFD
Where were you when the good guys lost? When only bad guys got to score? What were you doing to help us win the fight When we needed a few people more? How did it happen that you were so busy That you couldn’t come face them down, And let the people who were elected to lead us Be rascals crooks and scary clowns? Were you locked up in a prison someplace Or in some kind of conflict of your own? Was there a monstrous family schism happening That put all else into the Twilight Zone? Were you unconscious in an ugly coma Through something horrible done to you? Were you lost in a desert for a year or more? Was there some brain freeze you lived through? What could have been so important to you That you could let our country go to hell And fall into a pattern of human oppression That the **** party did so freaking well? What kind of earthshaking civic duty did you see That was more important than our freedom? What kind of social and political madness was it That took the place of your sense of reason? Are you planning to blame other people later When the country we love falls apart? Will you point the fingers at the leaders you chose? And how late will you let that start? Will it be far too late to stop your chosen lawmakers From blocking every effort you or I make? Will you let them swindle, rob and imprison all of us To keep from prosecuting those on the take? Where will you be when we try to fix this mess? Will you be off enjoying wine, women and song? Will you be in a debauched fool’s paradise when The last chance for democracy comes along? Or will you finally do some reading and research To find out where this country went astray? You haven't been able to wake and smell the fear. Maybe you can come to your senses today.
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Dec 30, 2017
Dec 30, 2017 at 3:35 PM UTC
WHERE WERE YOU?
Where were you when the good guys lost? When only bad guys got to score? What were you doing to help us win the fight When we needed a few people more? How did it happen that you were so busy That you couldn’t come face them down, And let the people who were elected to lead us Be rascals crooks and scary clowns? Were you locked up in a prison someplace Or in some kind of conflict of your own? Was there a monstrous family schism happening That put all else into the Twilight Zone? Were you unconscious in an ugly coma Through something horrible done to you? Were you lost in a desert for a year or more? Was there some brain freeze you lived through? What could have been so important to you That you could let our country go to hell And fall into a pattern of human oppression That the **** party did so freaking well? What kind of earthshaking civic duty did you see That was more important than our freedom? What kind of social and political madness was it That took the place of your sense of reason? Are you planning to blame other people later When the country we love falls apart? Will you point the fingers at the leaders you chose? And how late will you let that start? Will it be far too late to stop your chosen lawmakers From blocking every effort you or I make? Will you let them swindle, rob and imprison all of us To keep from prosecuting those on the take? Where will you be when we try to fix this mess? Will you be off enjoying wine, women and song? Will you be in a debauched fool’s paradise when The last chance for democracy comes along? Or will you finally do some reading and research To find out where this country went astray? You haven't been able to wake and smell the fear. Maybe you can come to your senses today.
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I met him standing In the middle of the lane, awaiting For some silhouettes, apparently, For he Was gazing through the haze Enveloping the ground of this intricate maze, Amidst eternities of both The one behind us and the one of forth Acquaintance; peevishly there hotching On his place, like pole earthshaking Though with not a-lack of grace This little figure strangèly reminded Of my own wraiths I thought was far behind me; but never did they leave my soul’s abode, No matter whether home I or abroad I always carry them like plummet on a chain With which all a-way down and down upcoming drowner fane, Just like pale moon is setting to its further sleep The same way future drowner does complete The full life circle of eternal plan, The one which you could not outran In vacuous attempt to fool the time In game that has been riggéd before thine Name and surname were inscribed in list Of papyrus and lost in spaceless mist
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Nov 30, 2019
Nov 30, 2019 at 12:11 AM UTC
A silhouette in the mist
Twenty-six Letters,                    Are universal symbols,              Of Not only beautiful love,   All that is Good,     But also Ugly hate,                   All that is evil.      Infinity Gratefully accepts their company.        At the Emission of such power,                   One Is unable to do anything but tremble at The Sacred,                                Power of a Word. One can not say that it is not Wonderfully moving to posses this  Earthshaking ability to release  Rattling emotions                                                With only the arrangement of some lines on a surface.
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Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 3:31 PM UTC
1/26
We're all born screaming While screams echo back And one day we learn To hold our screams in check But the world keeps on screaming Its groans ignore our reluctance Tearing through our dreams Persistently confronting us The only source of peace for us Are Jesus' gentle whispers They serve as a quiet respite For those who are able to listen   And soon the whispers clarify The groans from the world around These aren't cries of anger But pleas to be unbound Creation itself cries out For rescue by its maker To be allowed to at last fulfil The purpose it was made for And so our eyes are opened To the reason for our screams We cry with all creation For a full and final release And Jesus hears our cries He's not deaf to our prayers He'll come again in his glory With earthshaking fanfares Our cries will turn to song Secure in a brand new earth Creator and creation in harmony Echoing glad cries of new birth So a new born baby's screams Shouldn't come as any surprise They are simply giving echo To creation's longing sighs.
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May 20, 2017
May 20, 2017 at 5:06 PM UTC
Scream
Fringe seekers, yearning for truth How alienated and alone are you What vacuum of truth are you seeking? What expression of you are you speaking You have fallen into a bottomless well Where safety is the only hell Down you go Like Alice Down and down It’s a wonderland of your own making Backbreaking, Earthshaking. Heartbreaking Painstaking undertaking While the Queen yells Off with her head You lay dead In the place where Angels fear to thread And they pour happiness molecules into your head Fools jewels Because you are stubborn as a mule And it all seems so cruel And won’t learn your lesson I told you it’s you You, you, you And there’s nothing I can do It’s just a fantasy Of your own making The curious come to seek the keys Keys to the kingdom The doors are too small The keys are too big And nothing seems to fit Pardon moi, si vous plait Do you happen to know the way? Qui mademoiselle The way, quite simply, is anyway It’s all just play Play, play, play I would like to play Then why do I feel this way?
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May 4, 2019
May 4, 2019 at 2:32 PM UTC
Fringe Seekers
I wasn’t expecting it, wasn’t expecting anything It hit me like the floodgates of heaven opened up And at all once like a swift death coming… just like that You are my everything, and I am yours You are the supreme king of a world never before conquered: my heart You were no angel, but you were made to be the king of my heart And our love was by far the most earthshaking there has ever been But fate is clear, through so many stories Whenever a great love is born, That love must go to heaven. I miss you like a cancer patient misses her health I miss you like I missed my puppy after I went to college. There is an anger within me that burns me to my knees, An agonizing devastation that reduces me to tears on the floor, And an emptiness… as if my neck was snapped and now nothing remains of me. My everything and my heart’s king, I miss you. You were my infinity But a samurai’s sword swung down on us But some samurai, one disgraced now Because there is no honor in beheading a miracle My miracle and my heart’s king, I miss you.
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Dec 25, 2017
Dec 25, 2017 at 8:07 PM UTC
Heart's Supreme King
**** me with an abstract loathing. the room is all cloudy hues of arsenic and burgundy and charcoal. in the ****** light of two a.m. we're together. it's an undefined hatred with which we love. i can't tell if i yearn for more or less space between us, but i'm twisted and moaning. with an earthshaking rhythm, we climb higher and higher. your hands grip the head board, my nails on your back. a thunderclap that's my heartbeat resonating deafeningly thought this obscure room. the animosity in the air is tangible, but tasteless. your lips on my neck, my legs coiled about your waist. there's a phenomenon between us, a tidal wave, a green flash, a supernova. there's a certain desperation in our movements, the influx of fever, it's intoxicating. we reach the pinnacle, the peak, a spasm. still, we despise each other. the glowing ruby luminescence of your skin illuminates the darkness.
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Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 6:48 PM UTC
Untitled