"farenheit" poems - Hello Poetry

then I am wearing black suit, white shirt, black tie, pockets full of tissues, most crumpled, mostly used, like my spirits If it's 2pm, I am in Augusta, in a baptist church, a nice jewish boy, fixing his askewed tie, doing what The Lord commanded of him If it's 2pm, I am in Augusta, sunny and 72 Farenheit, inside of me its a different forecast, y'all decide the condition, the condition I'm in I'm in the way back row, humming so softly, me and Johnny C. nobody hears, nobody cares, *She stood in the crowd and shed not a tear But sometimes at night when the cold wind moans In a long black veil she cries over my bones She walks these hills in a long black veil She visits my grave where the night winds wail Nobody knows, no and nobody sees Nobody knows but me* nobody knows, I am there, nobody sees, nobody believes, but god only knows I am here my spirit taken here unasked, unaided, unabated did not have to fly, the ship that was to take me, busted on the rocks for *the words that are used to get the ship confused will not be understood as they’re spoken for the chains of the sea will have busted in the night, will be buried at the bottom of the ocean* still If it's 2pm, I am in Augusta, at a funeral, my words gone silent, even store bought stock phrases, so sorry for your loss, not for sale, all gone, all aloft, all sold out on this Sabbath day If it's 2pm, I am in Augusta, in some form of which not readily acquainted, my new context a riddle, never knew this morphosis till now, until it was needed, all on that day If it's 2:45pm can't understand all these people standing over me, and the sidewalk taste in my my mouth it appears I appeared on east 57th street in my New York City, it appears I appeared to have fainted dead away, asking me not where how or when, only why, and I have no answers for them or me or anybody who dare asks a quest, commencing and ending in why must have been the heat, but decide then and there maybe go visit my Jordan and my grand children

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May 17, 2014

May 17, 2014 at 2:00 PM UTC

nat-lipstadt

If it's 2pm on the Eastern Seaboard

then I am wearing black suit, white shirt, black tie, pockets full of tissues, most crumpled, mostly used, like my spirits If it's 2pm, I am in Augusta, in a baptist church, a nice jewish boy, fixing his askewed tie, doing what The Lord commanded of him If it's 2pm, I am in Augusta, sunny and 72 Farenheit, inside of me its a different forecast, y'all decide the condition, the condition I'm in I'm in the way back row, humming so softly, me and Johnny C. nobody hears, nobody cares, *She stood in the crowd and shed not a tear But sometimes at night when the cold wind moans In a long black veil she cries over my bones She walks these hills in a long black veil She visits my grave where the night winds wail Nobody knows, no and nobody sees Nobody knows but me* nobody knows, I am there, nobody sees, nobody believes, but god only knows I am here my spirit taken here unasked, unaided, unabated did not have to fly, the ship that was to take me, busted on the rocks for *the words that are used to get the ship confused will not be understood as they’re spoken for the chains of the sea will have busted in the night, will be buried at the bottom of the ocean* still If it's 2pm, I am in Augusta, at a funeral, my words gone silent, even store bought stock phrases, so sorry for your loss, not for sale, all gone, all aloft, all sold out on this Sabbath day If it's 2pm, I am in Augusta, in some form of which not readily acquainted, my new context a riddle, never knew this morphosis till now, until it was needed, all on that day If it's 2:45pm can't understand all these people standing over me, and the sidewalk taste in my my mouth it appears I appeared on east 57th street in my New York City, it appears I appeared to have fainted dead away, asking me not where how or when, only why, and I have no answers for them or me or anybody who dare asks a quest, commencing and ending in why must have been the heat, but decide then and there maybe go visit my Jordan and my grand children

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the sign on the railway station says "Common Destination," the ties of our tracks are uniform, creosote covered, splintered, spaced uniformly as is the wont of the arm-in-arm soldiers, different regiments in the same army, though as they march, some on the high, some the low road, in defense of the values, right, right, right. no believing in forever land, dreamt of poems forever burning, real life farenheit bonfires lit by brown uniforms and such, thus, now, when a poem completed and shared, it is instantly disfigured, by flames harnessed to lick the slate page clean, immediately, presenting yet another opportunity, to protest, persistently, endless be my own turnkey hands renewing, my write to right. my write to right, my pupose; my only intent, even in love poems, ogdiddy witty ditties, long dialogues with the creator, all purposed, all written while standing one on left foot, are we not all poets of the ways to increase the sum total of righteous and kindness in the world. 'tis right to write, but go further and farther, write to right. to ease, comfort, shoulder and hand extensions, be the lean-to, the shelter when there is no shelter, for there is no owning words, and no limitation on clear vision and the right to write.

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Jul 11, 2017

Jul 11, 2017 at 2:18 PM UTC

nat-lipstadt

the write to right (for patty m)

the sign on the railway station says "Common Destination," the ties of our tracks are uniform, creosote covered, splintered, spaced uniformly as is the wont of the arm-in-arm soldiers, different regiments in the same army, though as they march, some on the high, some the low road, in defense of the values, right, right, right. no believing in forever land, dreamt of poems forever burning, real life farenheit bonfires lit by brown uniforms and such, thus, now, when a poem completed and shared, it is instantly disfigured, by flames harnessed to lick the slate page clean, immediately, presenting yet another opportunity, to protest, persistently, endless be my own turnkey hands renewing, my write to right. my write to right, my pupose; my only intent, even in love poems, ogdiddy witty ditties, long dialogues with the creator, all purposed, all written while standing one on left foot, are we not all poets of the ways to increase the sum total of righteous and kindness in the world. 'tis right to write, but go further and farther, write to right. to ease, comfort, shoulder and hand extensions, be the lean-to, the shelter when there is no shelter, for there is no owning words, and no limitation on clear vision and the right to write.

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A unit of measurement is a definite magnitude of a quantity, used as a standard for measurement of the same kind of quantity. Any other quantity of that kind can be expressed as a multiple of the unit of measurement. Length, for example, is a physical quantity. Any value of a physical quantity is expressed as a comparison to a unit of that quantity. For example, the value of a physical quantity Z is expressed as the product of a unit [Z] and a numerical factor: Z = n x [Z] = n[Z] So if we were to let Z be “2 antique sofas” then Z = 2[Z] = 2 antique sofas. Fifteen hundred miles or so, converts to roughly 7920000 feet and 48 hours of land across approximately 29 counties spread through 5 states However, in order to measure more abstract concepts, different units of measurement are often adapted, or hybridized, to fulfill ad-hoc need. Coping, for example, is an abstract quantity represented by American Spirits: (farenheit, inches, exhaled smoke as measured in cubic feet.) Tears cried as designated driver for termination of unplanned pregnancy: (miles, cost of service in U.S. Dollar, speed, tear volume in milliliters) Furniture thrown: Forces relevant to stable flight include a balance of Propulsive ****** Lift, created by the reaction to an airflow Drag, created by aerodynamic friction Weight, created by gravity Buoyancy, for lighter than air flight Holes in drywall: (Inches in diameter and depth, potential bruises to be explained if the wall is ever further away than the human form in a darkened bedroom) Unfortunately, some concepts are still devoid of applicable units of measurement. Take for example, the concept of Waiting. As it has no defined beginning, or end, and is malleable based on external factors such as perceived value and level of psychosocial dependency, there appears to be no observable limit regarding absolute human capacity capabilities.

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Jun 21, 2018

Jun 21, 2018 at 12:37 AM UTC

somethingwithhorns

Give // Take

A unit of measurement is a definite magnitude of a quantity, used as a standard for measurement of the same kind of quantity. Any other quantity of that kind can be expressed as a multiple of the unit of measurement. Length, for example, is a physical quantity. Any value of a physical quantity is expressed as a comparison to a unit of that quantity. For example, the value of a physical quantity Z is expressed as the product of a unit [Z] and a numerical factor: Z = n x [Z] = n[Z] So if we were to let Z be “2 antique sofas” then Z = 2[Z] = 2 antique sofas. Fifteen hundred miles or so, converts to roughly 7920000 feet and 48 hours of land across approximately 29 counties spread through 5 states However, in order to measure more abstract concepts, different units of measurement are often adapted, or hybridized, to fulfill ad-hoc need. Coping, for example, is an abstract quantity represented by American Spirits: (farenheit, inches, exhaled smoke as measured in cubic feet.) Tears cried as designated driver for termination of unplanned pregnancy: (miles, cost of service in U.S. Dollar, speed, tear volume in milliliters) Furniture thrown: Forces relevant to stable flight include a balance of Propulsive ****** Lift, created by the reaction to an airflow Drag, created by aerodynamic friction Weight, created by gravity Buoyancy, for lighter than air flight Holes in drywall: (Inches in diameter and depth, potential bruises to be explained if the wall is ever further away than the human form in a darkened bedroom) Unfortunately, some concepts are still devoid of applicable units of measurement. Take for example, the concept of Waiting. As it has no defined beginning, or end, and is malleable based on external factors such as perceived value and level of psychosocial dependency, there appears to be no observable limit regarding absolute human capacity capabilities.

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bring me to the land of green. green trees green seas green me. brand new, cracking out of my shell with the egg tooth that never quite fell. make me green again please. i've been old too long. what is it like to take in the sun in the mornings where the temperature reads centigrade instead of farenheit? green as the day i was born. green as the sea whose salt air burns me. green as the tree i was hatched in. green as the day the temperature read in centigrade.

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Nov 20, 2011

Nov 20, 2011 at 6:04 PM UTC

andressa-leite

green

bring me to the land of green. green trees green seas green me. brand new, cracking out of my shell with the egg tooth that never quite fell. make me green again please. i've been old too long. what is it like to take in the sun in the mornings where the temperature reads centigrade instead of farenheit? green as the day i was born. green as the sea whose salt air burns me. green as the tree i was hatched in. green as the day the temperature read in centigrade.

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Learned more from this pain than i ever did from a church. Listening to your gut but make sure you detox it first. **** be killin me softly, leave me in a Hearse, Never a good thing when i hear from you first. Be careful what you see, even salt look like sugar, Maturity is not throwing salt when you know you could've, And not smackin ******* when you know you should've. People Be like "oh i miss you" **** i miss me too. Had to use these teflon tissues to get me thru, You not alone, **** i wanna be with me too, Deadass On some days , smiles were too good to be true. I be business minded when i be minding my business. And ****** be ******* and ******* be on some ***** **** Overcame this novocain, Recasted the impression of depression, Ring around the rosary, Never relying on religion. Im from a home of funny bones And My elbows been ashy, I knew It would take more than macaroni art to kraft me, And i been itching for this platform If you ask me, I used to wonder if i was a real person. I used to wonder like what's my real purpose? When i was young ,I taught my shadow to stick to my toes, When lifes a battle, I fought to stick to mottos. As a poet i never looked at it this way, I never booked myself for this reading. I was overbooked. I bookmarked my favorite moments , I been forever overlooked. And never understood what "more" ment, I been overcooked. The preheating of this season left me bleeding. This farenheit left me heavy breathin No fear of heights but Excuse me while I fall from - grace - me with your presence and These broken promises, Never been transparent to this degree, Had to leave that monster house. That was my American horror story. I used to be couped up, Had to tell double d to get outta my laboratory, See mfs want my jazz but not my blues, They Wanna be in my class but aint payed they dues, Yall be Morally incorrect, ....More or less... Lately i been Moralless, Need to get saved no church bells , Put me on the zach Morris list, These rhymes be like my confessions, Front row seat to my ascension, Carry out this life to which we've been sentenced, Delivery me from evil - with even more incentives, I dream in MLA format. Double spaced a letter to my younger self, Just some **** I wish i told the older me A ***** laundry list of things I thought ought to be owed to me, My OCD be blowin me, Need all my ducks in a row, My prolonged silence been leading this Crescendo, Im not playing NO GAMES, fuxk you and your Nintendo.

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Mar 10, 2021

Mar 10, 2021 at 10:00 PM UTC

In the great dephts of a collossal anthem There were ray beams gathered, focused Beautifully by a magic magnifying glass. The true meaning of existence was living, Breathing, focusing on step by steps little Revelations; non-existing bouquets lit on Misty meadows glowing in the morning Dew drops budding on cherry blossoms. He thought-nevertheless: he's falling into The infinite abyss of his enticed farenheit Hell, swirling his brilliant darkish mind to The point of total absolute white, mingled With blackness and sweet spectre of love Profoundly smooched~wickedly nooked.

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Oct 19, 2015

Oct 19, 2015 at 12:12 PM UTC

ImpeccableSpacePoetess

Profoundly Enticed

In the great dephts of a collossal anthem There were ray beams gathered, focused Beautifully by a magic magnifying glass. The true meaning of existence was living, Breathing, focusing on step by steps little Revelations; non-existing bouquets lit on Misty meadows glowing in the morning Dew drops budding on cherry blossoms. He thought-nevertheless: he's falling into The infinite abyss of his enticed farenheit Hell, swirling his brilliant darkish mind to The point of total absolute white, mingled With blackness and sweet spectre of love Profoundly smooched~wickedly nooked.

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