"emblazons" poems - Hello Poetry

At the precipice of sunrise I might aspire to take a stroll a bipedal tour of the neighborhood catching the scent of recently cut grass feeling the dew on the leaves low hanging trees and observe the moisture drawing earthworms from their shelter easy pickings for the ravens whom may aspire to be eagles. Squirrels approach with a boldness expecting nourishment from my person and leave disappointed as they came. The sun emblazons the horizon with a will to command the chorus of birds At this moment I realize our reservations and selfish preservation have become. As I smile and throw my arms out wide a wasp lands and stings the inside of my joint and I remember how much of an ******* everything is and go back inside.

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Sep 13, 2014

Sep 13, 2014 at 12:48 PM UTC

dwayne-richardson

Precipice of Sunrise

At the precipice of sunrise I might aspire to take a stroll a bipedal tour of the neighborhood catching the scent of recently cut grass feeling the dew on the leaves low hanging trees and observe the moisture drawing earthworms from their shelter easy pickings for the ravens whom may aspire to be eagles. Squirrels approach with a boldness expecting nourishment from my person and leave disappointed as they came. The sun emblazons the horizon with a will to command the chorus of birds At this moment I realize our reservations and selfish preservation have become. As I smile and throw my arms out wide a wasp lands and stings the inside of my joint and I remember how much of an ******* everything is and go back inside.

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Forget the apprehension, Let your clouded breath hang On the rearview you see from Your memories Move in that direction As tears Dangle, restless, longing for solid earth Dewy, un-coiffed grass Emblazons today, still Underneath can be beyond… Above can be behind… Shrouded horizon spins unnoticed And all-encompassing endeavors Bending light ‘twixt fate’s fingers Like moments through a color-arch Acrid rumors, sweat Spew from our stolid, misshapen bodies Soaring, metal box with wheels Over holt, into the harbor Hence comes the tide; Hence comes the tide! Underneath becomes beyond Above becomes behind! Anxious melody of air-springing Pervades the cacophony of living Can you forget asphyxiation, So long As saturated lungs keep breathing?

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Nov 2, 2010

Nov 2, 2010 at 6:57 AM UTC

sansara-justinovich

Misshapen Bodies

Forget the apprehension, Let your clouded breath hang On the rearview you see from Your memories Move in that direction As tears Dangle, restless, longing for solid earth Dewy, un-coiffed grass Emblazons today, still Underneath can be beyond… Above can be behind… Shrouded horizon spins unnoticed And all-encompassing endeavors Bending light ‘twixt fate’s fingers Like moments through a color-arch Acrid rumors, sweat Spew from our stolid, misshapen bodies Soaring, metal box with wheels Over holt, into the harbor Hence comes the tide; Hence comes the tide! Underneath becomes beyond Above becomes behind! Anxious melody of air-springing Pervades the cacophony of living Can you forget asphyxiation, So long As saturated lungs keep breathing?

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Achieve what can never be taken away from you, Gain; what you can never lose Learn to teach and teach to learn the knowledge that you can forever use. Wise men said All that's visible will perish Its what you have internally that will flourish. For great men never die Their deeds of kindness amongst us lie My Dad once held my hand and spoke of this wonderland where no man is great or small courage and success emblazons us all! So my dad taught me to reach a place from where I can never fall!

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Sep 26, 2012

Sep 26, 2012 at 3:37 AM UTC

flying-fish

Achieve what can never be taken away from you

Achieve what can never be taken away from you, Gain; what you can never lose Learn to teach and teach to learn the knowledge that you can forever use. Wise men said All that's visible will perish Its what you have internally that will flourish. For great men never die Their deeds of kindness amongst us lie My Dad once held my hand and spoke of this wonderland where no man is great or small courage and success emblazons us all! So my dad taught me to reach a place from where I can never fall!

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the pull to your core riles my attention the pull is dedicated, though not to you. your core is what I'm after. you represent an immature version of us, I add in my growth and we continue to develop. though you are merely a fraction, we are spread far. the pieces rile my attention, create a tunnel that emblazons my affection for myself. for us all. in each meeting, I am looking for you. my thoughts are captured in the essence of the trueness of everything, the fragility, the permanence of nothing. flowing in this interaction, the balance. it seems life must be short. my daughter calls me to live long, I wake each day to embrace another chance to sit in myself, in this body, to witness this vantage point. I get lonely in here, my tribe spread thin. I know that the energy of the spread of a galaxy realigns us constantly. we create the things that communicate to hear our own memories. and I am just thankful, all other emotions lacking substance.

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Aug 15, 2015

Aug 15, 2015 at 2:00 PM UTC

Seherseven

my core

the pull to your core riles my attention the pull is dedicated, though not to you. your core is what I'm after. you represent an immature version of us, I add in my growth and we continue to develop. though you are merely a fraction, we are spread far. the pieces rile my attention, create a tunnel that emblazons my affection for myself. for us all. in each meeting, I am looking for you. my thoughts are captured in the essence of the trueness of everything, the fragility, the permanence of nothing. flowing in this interaction, the balance. it seems life must be short. my daughter calls me to live long, I wake each day to embrace another chance to sit in myself, in this body, to witness this vantage point. I get lonely in here, my tribe spread thin. I know that the energy of the spread of a galaxy realigns us constantly. we create the things that communicate to hear our own memories. and I am just thankful, all other emotions lacking substance.

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Clouds in shrouds and thoughts aloud Entice you far too soon, For she who thumbs unseemly sums Contributes to the gloom. Chasing pleasures caustic measures Risking all to play, Ensures the visions quick incision Forfeits what you say. For thee, my sweet, this game complete Enhances what you are, To soar so high in crystal sky Emblazons you....a Star! M.

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Aug 30, 2018

Aug 30, 2018 at 2:58 PM UTC

marshal-gebbie

Miss Smiths' near miss

Clouds in shrouds and thoughts aloud Entice you far too soon, For she who thumbs unseemly sums Contributes to the gloom. Chasing pleasures caustic measures Risking all to play, Ensures the visions quick incision Forfeits what you say. For thee, my sweet, this game complete Enhances what you are, To soar so high in crystal sky Emblazons you....a Star! M.

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Orion hangs dutifully over the Building adjacent to mine His sparkling features resemble a warrior Lean and strong and toned As I sit alone here in my car Music plays softly. My phone is about to die yet I pull out my notes to scrawl out A memory in the making One of those that wasn’t of a particular event —A moment frozen inside itself for no apparent reason. A moment frozen in my mind for no other reason Than for its sheer simplicity, mundanity And yet its softness. Thinking of you is what makes this moment so crystal clear and bold. Remembering your smile is what emblazons right now in my mind. Memories of you sparkle like stars against ebony skies and draw constellations in my heart Tracing patterns and marking paths we have walked together and paths we have yet to take. And so, to Orion I cast my final thoughts of the night.

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Jan 6, 2019

Jan 6, 2019 at 7:04 PM UTC

KittG

Orion

Orion hangs dutifully over the Building adjacent to mine His sparkling features resemble a warrior Lean and strong and toned As I sit alone here in my car Music plays softly. My phone is about to die yet I pull out my notes to scrawl out A memory in the making One of those that wasn’t of a particular event —A moment frozen inside itself for no apparent reason. A moment frozen in my mind for no other reason Than for its sheer simplicity, mundanity And yet its softness. Thinking of you is what makes this moment so crystal clear and bold. Remembering your smile is what emblazons right now in my mind. Memories of you sparkle like stars against ebony skies and draw constellations in my heart Tracing patterns and marking paths we have walked together and paths we have yet to take. And so, to Orion I cast my final thoughts of the night.

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