"emilee" poems - Hello Poetry

When thoughts of drunken absurdity Rambles through your brain And the stain upon your pearl lapel Can no longer repel the miser's giggle Make sure you have a life vest Make sure you have a nights rest For the morning tide is rising and soon to come When no one knows your name except the mirror And He even shows sign of struggle in thought Admit no defeat until the last bullet has been fired We are tired but not lost, this dear country We are spent but not trampled, this dear country We are taken but not took quite yet, this dear country Attention to the clouds, for that is where the victory lies When the caverns of time have finally collapsed And where we came from is truly lost See at last that the crystal chandeliers were all for show Split Titanic a symbol for man's adamant push of dreams Seen to accept death for progress, watch the melting snow It comes, it goes, it comes again until the first rain And again we see life and death in such extreme simplicity When the running rivers finally hit the dam Do not **** man, for we need our restrictions to stay sane Only a chosen few can look into the Melville void And scream with spear in hand, "Fight for Eternity!" The echo cannot be heard, only the memory of a fight We were young when we danced unseen and painted in the night When the love of the desert finally blows its final wind The cactuses shrivel then within themselves And passing Emily and Emilee brush their hair one last time The stars blink, shutter, and freeze like water to ice Hold your heart in your right pocket, your soul in your left The markets are all stocked but feel every door is locked When the phrases have all ended And the money is all gone Seek no shelter but the comfort of death Of an unforgiving World Created from the chaos to futile to fight See that we are that and everything is us Hold thy' brother and sister - we have no father's or mother We were born together And do no despise or be afraid Of dying at last together

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Mar 6, 2013

Mar 6, 2013 at 10:40 AM UTC

ashby-brown

Seeing the Long Road Up

When thoughts of drunken absurdity Rambles through your brain And the stain upon your pearl lapel Can no longer repel the miser's giggle Make sure you have a life vest Make sure you have a nights rest For the morning tide is rising and soon to come When no one knows your name except the mirror And He even shows sign of struggle in thought Admit no defeat until the last bullet has been fired We are tired but not lost, this dear country We are spent but not trampled, this dear country We are taken but not took quite yet, this dear country Attention to the clouds, for that is where the victory lies When the caverns of time have finally collapsed And where we came from is truly lost See at last that the crystal chandeliers were all for show Split Titanic a symbol for man's adamant push of dreams Seen to accept death for progress, watch the melting snow It comes, it goes, it comes again until the first rain And again we see life and death in such extreme simplicity When the running rivers finally hit the dam Do not **** man, for we need our restrictions to stay sane Only a chosen few can look into the Melville void And scream with spear in hand, "Fight for Eternity!" The echo cannot be heard, only the memory of a fight We were young when we danced unseen and painted in the night When the love of the desert finally blows its final wind The cactuses shrivel then within themselves And passing Emily and Emilee brush their hair one last time The stars blink, shutter, and freeze like water to ice Hold your heart in your right pocket, your soul in your left The markets are all stocked but feel every door is locked When the phrases have all ended And the money is all gone Seek no shelter but the comfort of death Of an unforgiving World Created from the chaos to futile to fight See that we are that and everything is us Hold thy' brother and sister - we have no father's or mother We were born together And do no despise or be afraid Of dying at last together

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I see her take test shots of a sunset so perfect it could of been painted by the girl she is about immortalize in film And I wonder if this is what she planed A fast food servant at Jimmy John's Photography on the side and of what A high school senior's face Is this where she imagined Her college diploma would take her To take photograph after photograph of an awkwardly posed girl This is her Art And I wonder if this is how she wants to express it I look at that warm purple, red, orange, and yellowed sky It could have been a water colored painting it was so stunning My sister came out to the yard A multi-acre pasture Some clicks later and my sister's photo-shoot ends I wonder if I will end up like my Cousin Emilee A slave to a fast food chain. Will I write poetry After my shift at some random fast food place Desperately trying to pay rent All the while making sure I can get to the next open mic night Waiting for a break I may never get Is this meant to be my fate I wonder if when I am looking at my cousin Emilee if I am glancing my own future

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Mar 2, 2016

Mar 2, 2016 at 9:30 PM UTC

national80055

My Cousin Emilee

I see her take test shots of a sunset so perfect it could of been painted by the girl she is about immortalize in film And I wonder if this is what she planed A fast food servant at Jimmy John's Photography on the side and of what A high school senior's face Is this where she imagined Her college diploma would take her To take photograph after photograph of an awkwardly posed girl This is her Art And I wonder if this is how she wants to express it I look at that warm purple, red, orange, and yellowed sky It could have been a water colored painting it was so stunning My sister came out to the yard A multi-acre pasture Some clicks later and my sister's photo-shoot ends I wonder if I will end up like my Cousin Emilee A slave to a fast food chain. Will I write poetry After my shift at some random fast food place Desperately trying to pay rent All the while making sure I can get to the next open mic night Waiting for a break I may never get Is this meant to be my fate I wonder if when I am looking at my cousin Emilee if I am glancing my own future

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Emilee, her memory The child within her television tv The last standing immigrant of Chile And a standstill on the blooming lilies Flowers don't sprout in the withering hot And babies are mourned when the cradle drops Water is set free, along with the husbands Someone, dear god, allow us to keep this bun in the oven

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Sep 5, 2018

Sep 5, 2018 at 2:32 PM UTC

eleanorlovelight

Emilee

Emilee, her memory The child within her television tv The last standing immigrant of Chile And a standstill on the blooming lilies Flowers don't sprout in the withering hot And babies are mourned when the cradle drops Water is set free, along with the husbands Someone, dear god, allow us to keep this bun in the oven

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I fell for a love, named Emilee.I fight the love, but thoughts of her reoccurring strong like remedy's. Looking at the mirror, imaging her right beside me, lips so sweet the taste is delighting.Wanting to feel the warmth of her hug, day dreaming of holding on to her and falling in love.Wanting to love her, I do secretly and discreetly, in her eyes I see heaven, made my life completely. She's red rose loved perfect, lies untold to me because I see only truth through her beautiful surface.She's worth it, what would I do just to hold her, they say "beauty lies in the eye of the beholder", thats why you belong in my arms, because I cannot let this world continue makin you colder. By: Emmanuel jv Hernandez 12-16-11

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May 6, 2014

May 6, 2014 at 2:44 PM UTC

emmanuel-jv-hernandez

For Emilee...

I fell for a love, named Emilee.I fight the love, but thoughts of her reoccurring strong like remedy's. Looking at the mirror, imaging her right beside me, lips so sweet the taste is delighting.Wanting to feel the warmth of her hug, day dreaming of holding on to her and falling in love.Wanting to love her, I do secretly and discreetly, in her eyes I see heaven, made my life completely. She's red rose loved perfect, lies untold to me because I see only truth through her beautiful surface.She's worth it, what would I do just to hold her, they say "beauty lies in the eye of the beholder", thats why you belong in my arms, because I cannot let this world continue makin you colder. By: Emmanuel jv Hernandez 12-16-11

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