"emnity" poems - Hello Poetry

Pretentious you stumble, heeding terra cotta voices and the sigh of broken chimes. Disbelieving you fall, a sybil breathing rime- for visions have a price and you too must taste the salt. Flounder my pretty, for time has bought your emnity The blossom of your beauty a weathervane of trust.

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Dec 24, 2011

Dec 24, 2011 at 1:47 AM UTC

jane-rochester

Pretentious

Pretentious you stumble, heeding terra cotta voices and the sigh of broken chimes. Disbelieving you fall, a sybil breathing rime- for visions have a price and you too must taste the salt. Flounder my pretty, for time has bought your emnity The blossom of your beauty a weathervane of trust.

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when there are no answers which will satisfy your questions i can tell you i can tell you stop with all the questions, they won't help when there's no answer i can tell you i can tell you you are only one small star but you can light the darkness with your smile little child. when you go to sleep at night you try to let go of the fright and pain in your brain and when you rise and shine it might not be the way you feel inside but someday baby someday you will laugh and shine again and wonder how and wonder when it happened how'd that happen? things are not the same for everyone it's not a game, but still we come back somehow we come back~ and if you do not know the way, there's someone by your side today to guide you right beside you~ He's the one and only one, the Father sent his only Son to find us to find us lonely and in emnity, and searching for identity we stumbled then we tumbled still we had our ups and downs 'cause even in the depths there's clowns that cheer us the demons fear us but if you've got connections to the King of resurrections you'll be lifted free and gifted so if at night, you can not sleep, count it right, you are the sheep he shepherds your loving shepherd leaves the rest and comes for you, wants you back, to talk to you just listen wait and listen rest in Him, He holds no grudge He hates all sin, a righteous judge but loves you deeply loves you. don't be fooled there's nothing out in outer space but you need Grace it's right here always right here. in a closet. on a shelf , in field all by yourself he's present ever present. Waiting for the day when you will take him in and say I want to know You just to know You.

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Sep 8, 2013

Sep 8, 2013 at 8:50 PM UTC

igclair

just to know you

when there are no answers which will satisfy your questions i can tell you i can tell you stop with all the questions, they won't help when there's no answer i can tell you i can tell you you are only one small star but you can light the darkness with your smile little child. when you go to sleep at night you try to let go of the fright and pain in your brain and when you rise and shine it might not be the way you feel inside but someday baby someday you will laugh and shine again and wonder how and wonder when it happened how'd that happen? things are not the same for everyone it's not a game, but still we come back somehow we come back~ and if you do not know the way, there's someone by your side today to guide you right beside you~ He's the one and only one, the Father sent his only Son to find us to find us lonely and in emnity, and searching for identity we stumbled then we tumbled still we had our ups and downs 'cause even in the depths there's clowns that cheer us the demons fear us but if you've got connections to the King of resurrections you'll be lifted free and gifted so if at night, you can not sleep, count it right, you are the sheep he shepherds your loving shepherd leaves the rest and comes for you, wants you back, to talk to you just listen wait and listen rest in Him, He holds no grudge He hates all sin, a righteous judge but loves you deeply loves you. don't be fooled there's nothing out in outer space but you need Grace it's right here always right here. in a closet. on a shelf , in field all by yourself he's present ever present. Waiting for the day when you will take him in and say I want to know You just to know You.

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I see a tribal emnity between the boules club and ornithpologiists, laying siege to the bus station as if they were on satins old enough to know better but still besotted with the twig of youth

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Feb 3, 2014

Feb 3, 2014 at 4:20 PM UTC

topaz-oreilly

Busting perceptions

I see a tribal emnity between the boules club and ornithpologiists, laying siege to the bus station as if they were on satins old enough to know better but still besotted with the twig of youth

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More recent causes be to blame; resting was not as easy as resisting. A cold, cooled viper soiled fangs, once so seemingly beautiful objection too. Of dangerous, ordinary. "Ists, ists, ists,...." continually, stomach, belly, hand, foot, neck, brain, every temporal sought try, emnity. The 5th, fours, poets counting 3 beats and 2 bars,... ONE Langston, Kerouac, Thurston, any true scientologist. "Ists." The trite moekein bird song had treated, and debt was emnity.

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Jul 5, 2014

Jul 5, 2014 at 9:47 PM UTC

Matthew1977

Relish

More recent causes be to blame; resting was not as easy as resisting. A cold, cooled viper soiled fangs, once so seemingly beautiful objection too. Of dangerous, ordinary. "Ists, ists, ists,...." continually, stomach, belly, hand, foot, neck, brain, every temporal sought try, emnity. The 5th, fours, poets counting 3 beats and 2 bars,... ONE Langston, Kerouac, Thurston, any true scientologist. "Ists." The trite moekein bird song had treated, and debt was emnity.

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Oh Lucy. We meet again huh? Your crimson colored nails that held a cigarette between them. You always seem to find your way back to me. Back then, even when I was filled with false emnity. Oh do you remember me? Do you remember who I was before you gave me an identity? Is this even a reality? I was the boy who crushed roses between his teeth. The one who made you think there was something underneath. The boy who rolled trees inside of a leaf. Something strong to cling on to like an actual belief. But the cigarettes keep burning. You always tried to get me to smoke one. I almost said yes tonight. I almost burnt out like the sad, hanging courtyard lights. But maybe if I had taken it, I would've been alright. But I don't think I should always listen to my hindsight. I saw the smiley face she drew in the blanket. And she read the smile on my face like an open pamphlet. The experience machine that held my head, like the way she held your picture in her locket. Around her neck. And Lucy you had me feeling like much more than just some speck. The night still has to end. But that's why I am with my friends until I drop dead. I almost said yes tonight. I almost asked for a light.

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Nov 3, 2016

Nov 3, 2016 at 5:10 PM UTC

marcos-partida

11-03-2016

Oh Lucy. We meet again huh? Your crimson colored nails that held a cigarette between them. You always seem to find your way back to me. Back then, even when I was filled with false emnity. Oh do you remember me? Do you remember who I was before you gave me an identity? Is this even a reality? I was the boy who crushed roses between his teeth. The one who made you think there was something underneath. The boy who rolled trees inside of a leaf. Something strong to cling on to like an actual belief. But the cigarettes keep burning. You always tried to get me to smoke one. I almost said yes tonight. I almost burnt out like the sad, hanging courtyard lights. But maybe if I had taken it, I would've been alright. But I don't think I should always listen to my hindsight. I saw the smiley face she drew in the blanket. And she read the smile on my face like an open pamphlet. The experience machine that held my head, like the way she held your picture in her locket. Around her neck. And Lucy you had me feeling like much more than just some speck. The night still has to end. But that's why I am with my friends until I drop dead. I almost said yes tonight. I almost asked for a light.

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If beauty troubles I'd be a date, lost for seven dollars staring at ate. Hungered tame from a riddle of shame, we had o'er drawn much too of the shade. In through outter latin as otter's train playful matters enaccompany to eyes of Saturn. With little to due and much about emnity, it was a horse heart beating in side of me. All of the kin was to much Ken, and of course Barbies are made out of plastic.

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Jul 1, 2014

Jul 1, 2014 at 10:08 PM UTC

Matthew1977

Beauty Troubles

If beauty troubles I'd be a date, lost for seven dollars staring at ate. Hungered tame from a riddle of shame, we had o'er drawn much too of the shade. In through outter latin as otter's train playful matters enaccompany to eyes of Saturn. With little to due and much about emnity, it was a horse heart beating in side of me. All of the kin was to much Ken, and of course Barbies are made out of plastic.

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truth where are you now? gone hiding through the shadows of undeniable lies vanquish all these evil thoughts of men banish them into eternal oblivion foolish men contemplating their schemes ambitious and greedy following their dreams destruction of peace is what they want to fulfill religions of men are roots of all wars gods and lords are their only stars I pity their stupidity their teachings of love are such non-sense foolish men of vague unity a world covered with hatred and fears a race born out of emnity forget all your names war, death, anger and differences let it reign today Destruction

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Feb 8, 2016

Feb 8, 2016 at 5:22 AM UTC

GolDRoger

Destruction

truth where are you now? gone hiding through the shadows of undeniable lies vanquish all these evil thoughts of men banish them into eternal oblivion foolish men contemplating their schemes ambitious and greedy following their dreams destruction of peace is what they want to fulfill religions of men are roots of all wars gods and lords are their only stars I pity their stupidity their teachings of love are such non-sense foolish men of vague unity a world covered with hatred and fears a race born out of emnity forget all your names war, death, anger and differences let it reign today Destruction

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With a bad band somewhere inland on an island in the valley of the ****** we were ****** or we were canned and our lives trickled away in the hourglass dripping sand. I never felt so much alone than with a cardboard box which I called home and though the band was many, there was no sense of fraternity, I stole from them,they stole from me, the never ending emnity. This life gives no indemnity,no clause that says,you will go free, you have to fight you get uptight you want to ****** one more night and then the daylight slams you up against the red brick wall, you fall back ****** rammed inside the valley another trip into crack alley somewhere inland on an island waving at passing ships.

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Jun 23, 2014

Jun 23, 2014 at 8:06 PM UTC

john-edward-smallshaw

Erasure

With a bad band somewhere inland on an island in the valley of the ****** we were ****** or we were canned and our lives trickled away in the hourglass dripping sand. I never felt so much alone than with a cardboard box which I called home and though the band was many, there was no sense of fraternity, I stole from them,they stole from me, the never ending emnity. This life gives no indemnity,no clause that says,you will go free, you have to fight you get uptight you want to ****** one more night and then the daylight slams you up against the red brick wall, you fall back ****** rammed inside the valley another trip into crack alley somewhere inland on an island waving at passing ships.

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