"fating" poems - Hello Poetry

the Nephelaen mediatrix sings fating an ambrosia synchrony of tones she volves her telic tepals ripe: areoles ensorcelled under alate nomes she heralds petrichoric quench with nova womb to subtend violet ray in stellar bloom, noema web: sensate fontanels in spite of dessication's wrench are concresced atmospheric balms of evanescent nervure, calyces displayed to sky-crossed home, unpillared and ovoid .

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Mar 26, 2014

Mar 26, 2014 at 8:07 AM UTC

vircapio-gale

hummingbird nebula

the Nephelaen mediatrix sings fating an ambrosia synchrony of tones she volves her telic tepals ripe: areoles ensorcelled under alate nomes she heralds petrichoric quench with nova womb to subtend violet ray in stellar bloom, noema web: sensate fontanels in spite of dessication's wrench are concresced atmospheric balms of evanescent nervure, calyces displayed to sky-crossed home, unpillared and ovoid .

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To openly relinquish vulnerabilities, having found love will likely be present in advance Being in love, will challenge defenses making present vulnerabilities Fating the present after liberating vulnerabilities, ensures a relief to drop defenses, and a willingly surrender to love

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Oct 21, 2018

Oct 21, 2018 at 10:27 PM UTC

JudLove

Present Vulnerable Love

To openly relinquish vulnerabilities, having found love will likely be present in advance Being in love, will challenge defenses making present vulnerabilities Fating the present after liberating vulnerabilities, ensures a relief to drop defenses, and a willingly surrender to love

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"You'll Be Remembered." By Kaitlyn A. Warnken The slowly fating of my heart beating. The rage of hate stirring up while the angers heating. Holding these wounds tight trying to stop the bleeding. Locking doors shut trying to stop the screaming. Closing my eyes, pinching my skin trying to pretend I'm dreaming. But the truth was was that i was leaning. Only i wish i could have been dreaming this night. leaning on seeking to find the fringe of my own life. Wishing for a shot gun n' pistol to take a couple rounds to my own life tonight. Hell my spark would go out in my life light. I'd of done it by now but i have no knife. Yea, that's right. Though i know I'm strong enough to win this fight, on this night and make my life light ignite. They told me to **** myself i responded, i think I'll do it on my own time, SYKE. People are rude, with no respect they don't know what their saying. No matter what you do prove them wrong by staying. Take the words and stop taking them to heart. Once you stop the words will stop tearing you apart. And remember that those scares wont last forever. Just stop the "hurting your body," you'll do fine in your life because i know You're clever. inside and on the outside you will die never, because you'll succeed in your life and be remembered. Unlike others who's lights go out in their own life ember's. So live how you want. who you are is just another life member of which we all have lived faster. And at the end of a long life we give after. But your the kid who made it in life so no need for us to cry. You will always be known so we will never have to say good bye because in our hearts it's you who lives inside. Just don't be that kid who gets a short life because they "signed." You are a smart kid You are smart enough to realize you need realigned. Stay true inside. It will help, that's not a lie. Neither is your life so don't ruin it ever. If you stick to that rule you'll die never And be remembered. ---NOTE----I DO NOT AUTHORIZE ANY DUPLICATIONS OF MY WRITINGS, PHOTOGRAPHS, OR ANY OTHER PERSONAL INFORMATION.

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Jan 11, 2015

Jan 11, 2015 at 2:09 AM UTC

kait-warnken-1

"You'll Be Remembered"

"You'll Be Remembered." By Kaitlyn A. Warnken The slowly fating of my heart beating. The rage of hate stirring up while the angers heating. Holding these wounds tight trying to stop the bleeding. Locking doors shut trying to stop the screaming. Closing my eyes, pinching my skin trying to pretend I'm dreaming. But the truth was was that i was leaning. Only i wish i could have been dreaming this night. leaning on seeking to find the fringe of my own life. Wishing for a shot gun n' pistol to take a couple rounds to my own life tonight. Hell my spark would go out in my life light. I'd of done it by now but i have no knife. Yea, that's right. Though i know I'm strong enough to win this fight, on this night and make my life light ignite. They told me to **** myself i responded, i think I'll do it on my own time, SYKE. People are rude, with no respect they don't know what their saying. No matter what you do prove them wrong by staying. Take the words and stop taking them to heart. Once you stop the words will stop tearing you apart. And remember that those scares wont last forever. Just stop the "hurting your body," you'll do fine in your life because i know You're clever. inside and on the outside you will die never, because you'll succeed in your life and be remembered. Unlike others who's lights go out in their own life ember's. So live how you want. who you are is just another life member of which we all have lived faster. And at the end of a long life we give after. But your the kid who made it in life so no need for us to cry. You will always be known so we will never have to say good bye because in our hearts it's you who lives inside. Just don't be that kid who gets a short life because they "signed." You are a smart kid You are smart enough to realize you need realigned. Stay true inside. It will help, that's not a lie. Neither is your life so don't ruin it ever. If you stick to that rule you'll die never And be remembered. ---NOTE----I DO NOT AUTHORIZE ANY DUPLICATIONS OF MY WRITINGS, PHOTOGRAPHS, OR ANY OTHER PERSONAL INFORMATION.

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"You'll Be Remembered." By Kaitlyn A. Warnken The slowly fating of my heart beating. The rage of hate stirring up while the angers heating. Holding these wounds tight trying to stop the bleeding. Locking doors shut trying to stop the screaming. Closing my eyes, pinching my skin trying to pretend I'm dreaming. But the truth was was that i was leaning. Only i wish i could have been dreaming this night. leaning on seeking to find the fringe of my own life. Wishing for a shot gun n' pistol to take a couple rounds to my own life tonight. Hell my spark would go out in my life light. I'd of done it by now but i have no knife. Yea, that's right. Though i know I'm strong enough to win this fight, on this night and make my life light ignite. They told me to **** myself i responded, i think I'll do it on my own time, SYKE. People are rude, with no respect they don't know what their saying. No matter what you do prove them wrong by staying. Take the words and stop taking them to heart. Once you stop the words will stop tearing you apart. And remember that those scares wont last forever. Just stop the "hurting your body," you'll do fine in your life because i know You're clever. inside and on the outside you will die never, because you'll succeed in your life and be remembered. Unlike others who's lights go out in their own life ember's. So live how you want. who you are is just another life member of which we all have lived faster. And at the end of a long life we give after. But you're the kid who made it in life so no need for us to cry. You will always be known so we will never have to say good bye because in our hearts it's you who lives inside. Just don't be that kid who gets a short life because they "signed." You are a smart kid You are smart enough to realize you need realigned. Stay true inside. It will help, that's not a lie. Neither is your life so don't ruin it ever. If you stick to that rule you'll die never And be remembered.

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Jun 12, 2015

Jun 12, 2015 at 1:17 AM UTC

kait-warnken-1

You'll Be Remembered

"You'll Be Remembered." By Kaitlyn A. Warnken The slowly fating of my heart beating. The rage of hate stirring up while the angers heating. Holding these wounds tight trying to stop the bleeding. Locking doors shut trying to stop the screaming. Closing my eyes, pinching my skin trying to pretend I'm dreaming. But the truth was was that i was leaning. Only i wish i could have been dreaming this night. leaning on seeking to find the fringe of my own life. Wishing for a shot gun n' pistol to take a couple rounds to my own life tonight. Hell my spark would go out in my life light. I'd of done it by now but i have no knife. Yea, that's right. Though i know I'm strong enough to win this fight, on this night and make my life light ignite. They told me to **** myself i responded, i think I'll do it on my own time, SYKE. People are rude, with no respect they don't know what their saying. No matter what you do prove them wrong by staying. Take the words and stop taking them to heart. Once you stop the words will stop tearing you apart. And remember that those scares wont last forever. Just stop the "hurting your body," you'll do fine in your life because i know You're clever. inside and on the outside you will die never, because you'll succeed in your life and be remembered. Unlike others who's lights go out in their own life ember's. So live how you want. who you are is just another life member of which we all have lived faster. And at the end of a long life we give after. But you're the kid who made it in life so no need for us to cry. You will always be known so we will never have to say good bye because in our hearts it's you who lives inside. Just don't be that kid who gets a short life because they "signed." You are a smart kid You are smart enough to realize you need realigned. Stay true inside. It will help, that's not a lie. Neither is your life so don't ruin it ever. If you stick to that rule you'll die never And be remembered.

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One night one day, stolen moments, an unfinished bottle of wine and some conversations still paused; Eyes locked, lips docked, raspy breathing out and in, tangled sheets, heartbeat to heartbeat above all the din. Surreal, magical, sensual and true, Mind Body Soul, in some moments, so few; Forbidden, thrilling and a tantalising high, A fantasy of a rendezvous, my oh my! What were the chances of two strangers connecting, Baiting, mating and clandestinely fating, serendipity thou art a magical brew, Oh! Now estranged one, this is my ‘while waiting’ ditty to you...

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Jul 24, 2019

Jul 24, 2019 at 6:44 AM UTC

MSD

**Stolen Moments**

One night one day, stolen moments, an unfinished bottle of wine and some conversations still paused; Eyes locked, lips docked, raspy breathing out and in, tangled sheets, heartbeat to heartbeat above all the din. Surreal, magical, sensual and true, Mind Body Soul, in some moments, so few; Forbidden, thrilling and a tantalising high, A fantasy of a rendezvous, my oh my! What were the chances of two strangers connecting, Baiting, mating and clandestinely fating, serendipity thou art a magical brew, Oh! Now estranged one, this is my ‘while waiting’ ditty to you...

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The uncertainty will **** me Slithering towards me Surging throughout me Twisting my insides into a knot Squeezing and pulsating like a python Immobilizing me Swallowing me whole Fating me to a painfully slow, systematic death I never really know when it's going to strike Everything seems perfectly normal Suddenly I'm grappling with the possibility of being betrayed Of being unloved Of being alone Soon my worries will manifest themselves A nasty new reality will be the punishment for my anxieties For it is wrong to burden anyone else with them

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Nov 22, 2017

Nov 22, 2017 at 11:41 PM UTC

clare-1

Lonely Uncertainty

The uncertainty will **** me Slithering towards me Surging throughout me Twisting my insides into a knot Squeezing and pulsating like a python Immobilizing me Swallowing me whole Fating me to a painfully slow, systematic death I never really know when it's going to strike Everything seems perfectly normal Suddenly I'm grappling with the possibility of being betrayed Of being unloved Of being alone Soon my worries will manifest themselves A nasty new reality will be the punishment for my anxieties For it is wrong to burden anyone else with them

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Two of salt Have a heaven, have a done Wrent with the times, a unison fault? A picture of silence, when you have a question? What is salt to a weary heaven? Claim the door, or make a fruit a sovereign future We have the sulking, the tradition of when art is the question Can a hardier nuance, become the notion to endure? A picture of paradise? Promises and privilege, to greet your decisions Of waiting and fating the stare, opus hopes is wise So to a form in choices void, is a wakeful two, intimation? Of a welling conscience, and the first of many kinds Of wishes for, and taken with impressions visit Medians or tedium, a rule of voice is to become our mind A sake, with tomorrow on its nerves, and the rest of the future for wit Creating the art of hours, a wishing order to worth Is a raging held in honor or contempt? Longing for a masters stroke, can a sharing candor, leave us with certain... Ours of heed, and curiosity, to be a show of what life lent? The mastery of a premonition To work the magic of the age, a host's place and or confirmation Come by the senses of another, to speak the truth of intuition That has become the pout of romantic powers, a vision of a generation?

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Nov 22, 2024

Nov 22, 2024 at 3:36 AM UTC

david-hilburn

Could Salt Give Purpose A Taint, Or A Twain?

Two of salt Have a heaven, have a done Wrent with the times, a unison fault? A picture of silence, when you have a question? What is salt to a weary heaven? Claim the door, or make a fruit a sovereign future We have the sulking, the tradition of when art is the question Can a hardier nuance, become the notion to endure? A picture of paradise? Promises and privilege, to greet your decisions Of waiting and fating the stare, opus hopes is wise So to a form in choices void, is a wakeful two, intimation? Of a welling conscience, and the first of many kinds Of wishes for, and taken with impressions visit Medians or tedium, a rule of voice is to become our mind A sake, with tomorrow on its nerves, and the rest of the future for wit Creating the art of hours, a wishing order to worth Is a raging held in honor or contempt? Longing for a masters stroke, can a sharing candor, leave us with certain... Ours of heed, and curiosity, to be a show of what life lent? The mastery of a premonition To work the magic of the age, a host's place and or confirmation Come by the senses of another, to speak the truth of intuition That has become the pout of romantic powers, a vision of a generation?

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Wholeness and suicide Straight from misery The salute of comparison, to pride... And it's stare at a simple wivery Fruit's of the future, in league With a solemn taste to essentialize A running chaste, with silence for egis... Seem the tradition, seek the dance of the wise Fires of tomorrow, if not its humanity Shown to worth, the past of sincerity Days share, a dream of paces duality Both form love? the rose of mercy and virginity... Character's to haste, a harmony...? In the defense of prestige, a capable sensitivity Adding the now, is need ours for longing? A hatred in lore, to establish a realer nativity? Call of a waiting husband Through the smile we keep for austerity, a shame Is a requiem to adjust to a shadow in the sun? When tired eyes example a change of season's, a name... Right, the voice of curiosity with a patience's problem About, a hill of deference, an act of powers that is kind Majesty, to the rage of summation that is a weary living Meant, and met in the fame of substitution of chance's mind Money, the odd ordeal of liberty... To which, in the voice of introspection A callous ghost or curious host, has me by the simplicity Of worldly asking and fating, an inheritance of how's intuition?

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Mar 28, 2025

Mar 28, 2025 at 10:30 AM UTC

david-hilburn

Instinctually, The Lazarus Match (Monotheism)

Wholeness and suicide Straight from misery The salute of comparison, to pride... And it's stare at a simple wivery Fruit's of the future, in league With a solemn taste to essentialize A running chaste, with silence for egis... Seem the tradition, seek the dance of the wise Fires of tomorrow, if not its humanity Shown to worth, the past of sincerity Days share, a dream of paces duality Both form love? the rose of mercy and virginity... Character's to haste, a harmony...? In the defense of prestige, a capable sensitivity Adding the now, is need ours for longing? A hatred in lore, to establish a realer nativity? Call of a waiting husband Through the smile we keep for austerity, a shame Is a requiem to adjust to a shadow in the sun? When tired eyes example a change of season's, a name... Right, the voice of curiosity with a patience's problem About, a hill of deference, an act of powers that is kind Majesty, to the rage of summation that is a weary living Meant, and met in the fame of substitution of chance's mind Money, the odd ordeal of liberty... To which, in the voice of introspection A callous ghost or curious host, has me by the simplicity Of worldly asking and fating, an inheritance of how's intuition?

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