"equips" poems - Hello Poetry

Trees (haiku #1) Tree wood with fire Nature equips survival Light, heat, and cooking ------------------------- Trees (haiku #2) Leafy beings, green Wood umbrellas, ancient roots Growing, reaching sky ------------------------------- Trees (haiku #3) Pluck the tender fruit Motherly branches feed all Body and soul, blessed --------------------------------- Trees (haiku #4) Shelter for our homes Furniture within our walls Uses-myriads -------------------------------- Trees (haiku #5) Pencils, books, paper Education thanks to trees Writing, poetry ------------------------------- Trees (haiku #6) Trees crafted, songs sung Guitars, violins, harps-more Wood, melodious --------------------------------- Trees ( haiku #7) Birds, critters depend Harmonious relations Trees magical grace ------------------------------ Trees (haiku #8) Bountiful beauty Standing upright or chopped down More precious than gold

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Oct 29, 2013

Oct 29, 2013 at 7:10 PM UTC

dorothy-anderson

Trees (8, haiku)

Trees (haiku #1) Tree wood with fire Nature equips survival Light, heat, and cooking ------------------------- Trees (haiku #2) Leafy beings, green Wood umbrellas, ancient roots Growing, reaching sky ------------------------------- Trees (haiku #3) Pluck the tender fruit Motherly branches feed all Body and soul, blessed --------------------------------- Trees (haiku #4) Shelter for our homes Furniture within our walls Uses-myriads -------------------------------- Trees (haiku #5) Pencils, books, paper Education thanks to trees Writing, poetry ------------------------------- Trees (haiku #6) Trees crafted, songs sung Guitars, violins, harps-more Wood, melodious --------------------------------- Trees ( haiku #7) Birds, critters depend Harmonious relations Trees magical grace ------------------------------ Trees (haiku #8) Bountiful beauty Standing upright or chopped down More precious than gold

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Distill water is healing. The moons voice manipulates the ocean, By reaching and pulling away from the sand the suns smile equips us with Vitamin C The Water cycle is a universal enigma. She starts of as clouds quenching our planet with: Oceans, lakes, rivers, and water puddles she evaporates into mist of waves Camouflaging her family recipe in the sky, While cooks up new baby clouds its starts all over again like the tadpole evolution even though we all take water for granted sometimes, She still supplies our needs. By Shannon Pollard ©Summer 2012

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Sep 12, 2012

Sep 12, 2012 at 7:22 PM UTC

belizeanprofit

Master Craftsman

Distill water is healing. The moons voice manipulates the ocean, By reaching and pulling away from the sand the suns smile equips us with Vitamin C The Water cycle is a universal enigma. She starts of as clouds quenching our planet with: Oceans, lakes, rivers, and water puddles she evaporates into mist of waves Camouflaging her family recipe in the sky, While cooks up new baby clouds its starts all over again like the tadpole evolution even though we all take water for granted sometimes, She still supplies our needs. By Shannon Pollard ©Summer 2012

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Sanctuary, Take me from these wintry prisons That captive, I am, through misery’s fangs Be still, defiant, no more to me my course heart beats, so guiltily Harsh words I spoke, regret, I fold Your care, I trust, to gaurd me safe Humility bars me, I fall so low I’m sorry.. I’m sorry… Defeat, I pulse, my blood runs warm In relief, my spirits, content to you Vulnerability guides me to your arms Sanctuary, take me away to your heart Hold me not to my flaws Forgive me, my love, I plea… I’m sorry… I’m sorry.. ——————————————————— Sanctuary, Such solitude, you rescued me My love, I gave compassionately Yet now I find I’ve lost the sight No sanctuary, are you, this night In light, I guard my heart from you This pain I suffer, I hold anew With filth and bile, my body tense Struck upon your cheek, my harsh caress Alone I sit, to ponder such strength of love Such confound deeds you treason for I surrender myself to a subconscious alcove Understand me, I have strength none more I have forgiven I can’t forget Sanctuary, Apologize, your actions speak Arrogance,your sin, you live vanity A lust you craved, such a tempting taste The distinctive man now gone to waste Bountiful bosoms, and laughter equips All of my once pleasure and happiness Selfish desires, contrite you now seem Was my heartbreak worth your wanton need? I’m vulnerable, you seem so strong I live imprisoned within your arms I take you back, my weakness of love You rapture my heart, your mistakes undone I have now forgiven I can’t forget

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Dec 7, 2011

Dec 7, 2011 at 9:21 PM UTC

sandra-1

Sanctuary

Sanctuary, Take me from these wintry prisons That captive, I am, through misery’s fangs Be still, defiant, no more to me my course heart beats, so guiltily Harsh words I spoke, regret, I fold Your care, I trust, to gaurd me safe Humility bars me, I fall so low I’m sorry.. I’m sorry… Defeat, I pulse, my blood runs warm In relief, my spirits, content to you Vulnerability guides me to your arms Sanctuary, take me away to your heart Hold me not to my flaws Forgive me, my love, I plea… I’m sorry… I’m sorry.. ——————————————————— Sanctuary, Such solitude, you rescued me My love, I gave compassionately Yet now I find I’ve lost the sight No sanctuary, are you, this night In light, I guard my heart from you This pain I suffer, I hold anew With filth and bile, my body tense Struck upon your cheek, my harsh caress Alone I sit, to ponder such strength of love Such confound deeds you treason for I surrender myself to a subconscious alcove Understand me, I have strength none more I have forgiven I can’t forget Sanctuary, Apologize, your actions speak Arrogance,your sin, you live vanity A lust you craved, such a tempting taste The distinctive man now gone to waste Bountiful bosoms, and laughter equips All of my once pleasure and happiness Selfish desires, contrite you now seem Was my heartbreak worth your wanton need? I’m vulnerable, you seem so strong I live imprisoned within your arms I take you back, my weakness of love You rapture my heart, your mistakes undone I have now forgiven I can’t forget

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My Heart Awakens every day Desiring to express in some way A few thoughts that Occur About the coming Dawn Like the Happy Birds Singing before the Sun Kisses the Sky and Beyond Moments like these Then pump through Every part of my Being My Body Slowly Seeping into my Brain Dare they Refrain Until I feel attuned To all that surrounds me Is flowing fully Within me Truly it is lovely Natures Song Then Equips me To set about my Path Daily Glad I am part of Life's Throng. DLR 06/09/2016

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Sep 5, 2016

Sep 5, 2016 at 3:38 PM UTC

debra-lea-ryan

Attuned

My Heart Awakens every day Desiring to express in some way A few thoughts that Occur About the coming Dawn Like the Happy Birds Singing before the Sun Kisses the Sky and Beyond Moments like these Then pump through Every part of my Being My Body Slowly Seeping into my Brain Dare they Refrain Until I feel attuned To all that surrounds me Is flowing fully Within me Truly it is lovely Natures Song Then Equips me To set about my Path Daily Glad I am part of Life's Throng. DLR 06/09/2016

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as space sufficiently expresses, or succinctly paraphrases with the concerns for time: or hue, or suntan, or baritone hummed weakening into a humph... crazy-bone etc.; sometimes poetry is so much more than the usurping of onomatopoeia... life is the essence of being timed, but that's hardly the essence in the space we occupy - over-versed thinking never formalised toward an outer-reaching imagination that might become copper-raindrops' worth of Disney, or a way memory is made adaptive to cure dementia... yes, space is the essential component for the compartment of life... i believe time has no place in what's to be called life, i believe time exists, but on an Olympic scale, in the metres and millimetres, on the minutes and seconds scales... space is the essence of life: so diverging from known apparatus to unknown operations, thus so diverging from known operations to unknown apparatus... and so on and so forth, until dinosaurs roar and we merely say: yawn - arrogant in our guise. true, space devalues time; as said the people between us who we never had a meal with, but had the crazed look of craving an unnecessary contentment with despair. can i guess at something? i like your alphabetical onomatopoeia, i.e. pun for knocking, a sorta p p p / b b b, not necessarily needing the suffix for rhyme, why is it that poetry requires the echo, why not rhyme upfront? anyway... but it's there, that alphabetical onomatopoeia... a repeating of the first letter, like opening an oyster... which contradicts the orthodox methodology of rhyme... meaning that there's a repeated seance of an opening... which (although alphabetically staged to a prevailing repeat) equips the reader with many more surprising alternations - basically you begin with what rhymes alphabetically, but not necessarily phonetically: the lost suffix -ing via i had a cat called blinding, and he said all things were shining... one of your poems enabled me to spot this reversal of poetic orthodoxy, in that the rhyme became less musicological, and more rubric enlisting a coherent schema, such as a list... or rhyme via propped first, and cascading into oblivion, never really minding the waggling tail of a bouncy-ball of accepted verse. aardvark and acupuncture... the rhyme begins with A, and ends as it should end, diverging, so there's no feel for a repeat akin to drum or rhythmic bass... otherwise: shout an A into a cave and hear an echo... that's what poetry is damnably worthy to congest one's thinking with... don't rhyme: echo! and ensure that echo is alphabetical rather than musicological. perchance lessened talk, i too would have revised this example with some worthy emoticon.

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Oct 20, 2016

Oct 20, 2016 at 10:52 PM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

Time is not the essence of life.

as space sufficiently expresses, or succinctly paraphrases with the concerns for time: or hue, or suntan, or baritone hummed weakening into a humph... crazy-bone etc.; sometimes poetry is so much more than the usurping of onomatopoeia... life is the essence of being timed, but that's hardly the essence in the space we occupy - over-versed thinking never formalised toward an outer-reaching imagination that might become copper-raindrops' worth of Disney, or a way memory is made adaptive to cure dementia... yes, space is the essential component for the compartment of life... i believe time has no place in what's to be called life, i believe time exists, but on an Olympic scale, in the metres and millimetres, on the minutes and seconds scales... space is the essence of life: so diverging from known apparatus to unknown operations, thus so diverging from known operations to unknown apparatus... and so on and so forth, until dinosaurs roar and we merely say: yawn - arrogant in our guise. true, space devalues time; as said the people between us who we never had a meal with, but had the crazed look of craving an unnecessary contentment with despair. can i guess at something? i like your alphabetical onomatopoeia, i.e. pun for knocking, a sorta p p p / b b b, not necessarily needing the suffix for rhyme, why is it that poetry requires the echo, why not rhyme upfront? anyway... but it's there, that alphabetical onomatopoeia... a repeating of the first letter, like opening an oyster... which contradicts the orthodox methodology of rhyme... meaning that there's a repeated seance of an opening... which (although alphabetically staged to a prevailing repeat) equips the reader with many more surprising alternations - basically you begin with what rhymes alphabetically, but not necessarily phonetically: the lost suffix -ing via i had a cat called blinding, and he said all things were shining... one of your poems enabled me to spot this reversal of poetic orthodoxy, in that the rhyme became less musicological, and more rubric enlisting a coherent schema, such as a list... or rhyme via propped first, and cascading into oblivion, never really minding the waggling tail of a bouncy-ball of accepted verse. aardvark and acupuncture... the rhyme begins with A, and ends as it should end, diverging, so there's no feel for a repeat akin to drum or rhythmic bass... otherwise: shout an A into a cave and hear an echo... that's what poetry is damnably worthy to congest one's thinking with... don't rhyme: echo! and ensure that echo is alphabetical rather than musicological. perchance lessened talk, i too would have revised this example with some worthy emoticon.

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I am far from being perfect, but still Christ loves me dearly. I have much brokenness, yet he still uses me to encourage others. Because if I can do the things that he calls me to do here on earth. Then everyone else can do them , if they choose to do them too. For the things are quite simple in reality, for if he chooses to use you. He then shall equips you with the means to accomplish the task. So whatever he calls you to do , trust him and allow him to use you. Whichever gifts that he has bestow upon you, use them freely. For he has already gave you the things that you shall need.

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Apr 30, 2017

Apr 30, 2017 at 4:15 PM UTC

eddiestarrpoetry

If He Chose You

I am far from being perfect, but still Christ loves me dearly. I have much brokenness, yet he still uses me to encourage others. Because if I can do the things that he calls me to do here on earth. Then everyone else can do them , if they choose to do them too. For the things are quite simple in reality, for if he chooses to use you. He then shall equips you with the means to accomplish the task. So whatever he calls you to do , trust him and allow him to use you. Whichever gifts that he has bestow upon you, use them freely. For he has already gave you the things that you shall need.

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This is not some old tradition; This is the way of truth. Years of instruction without reception Making "yes men" out of our youth. The truths that we've heard, shall we not own? What equips us to disagree? Each person thinks they can judge alone, But God's Word stands from eternity. Another friend has fallen aside, A child of the church, a brother. Drawn by enticements only the world can provide, To follow the mastership of another. Oh, friend! Entrench your roots in the truth of God's Word, So that none can pull you away! Saturate your mind, let your prayers be heard, At stake is your eternal stay.

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Mar 31, 2013

Mar 31, 2013 at 12:36 AM UTC

maribeth-lleddur

Verity

This is not some old tradition; This is the way of truth. Years of instruction without reception Making "yes men" out of our youth. The truths that we've heard, shall we not own? What equips us to disagree? Each person thinks they can judge alone, But God's Word stands from eternity. Another friend has fallen aside, A child of the church, a brother. Drawn by enticements only the world can provide, To follow the mastership of another. Oh, friend! Entrench your roots in the truth of God's Word, So that none can pull you away! Saturate your mind, let your prayers be heard, At stake is your eternal stay.

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It was meant to be the most important line of all known history but you forgot it screenwriter your sheer deed equips your script with perpetual discretion prompting props praising speeches persuading species Prussian Blue and Russian Spirits.

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Mar 31, 2017

Mar 31, 2017 at 12:27 AM UTC

rakecha244

Prussian Blue and Russian Spirits

It was meant to be the most important line of all known history but you forgot it screenwriter your sheer deed equips your script with perpetual discretion prompting props praising speeches persuading species Prussian Blue and Russian Spirits.

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Your warm armour enfolds me, equips me for loving battle. Your warm sword stabs the cold, severs frostbite's grip. Your warm shield shelters me, shoulders the weight of attack. Your warm tears flow artery deep, steel me for winter battle. You're my warm core, warm to my touch. You're my warmth.

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Mar 8, 2024

Mar 8, 2024 at 3:03 PM UTC

stevejeff

Warmth

Your warm armour enfolds me, equips me for loving battle. Your warm sword stabs the cold, severs frostbite's grip. Your warm shield shelters me, shoulders the weight of attack. Your warm tears flow artery deep, steel me for winter battle. You're my warm core, warm to my touch. You're my warmth.

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