"fenceless" poems - Hello Poetry

Here we go, the phone rings Won't you let me be? You never get my rhetorical questions Anyway... Away from you, my heart sings Can't I be free? I'll be on a fenceless pasture, a horse eating Hey, My soul yearns for only her Will not your own eyes see? Our love lacked traction and spontaneity, a Seattle rainy day.

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Nov 16, 2012

Nov 16, 2012 at 5:43 PM UTC

brandon-maples

Anyway...Hey, a Seattle Rainy Day

Here we go, the phone rings Won't you let me be? You never get my rhetorical questions Anyway... Away from you, my heart sings Can't I be free? I'll be on a fenceless pasture, a horse eating Hey, My soul yearns for only her Will not your own eyes see? Our love lacked traction and spontaneity, a Seattle rainy day.

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I don't know How to say That I'm okay with tearing down these fences And letting you Stroll on through Because bit by bit, As you kiss my neck, In my half-asleep stupor I hear you whisper "My sleeping beauty" And I start to forget the mirror's lies. As you gaze into my wide eyes, Turn the radio down And say it clear as the starry night, "I love you." I think there's something In me you might see. Though we're polar opposites, (You speak your mind While I think 2 or 3 times. You devour steak While I glower with hate), Our witty arguments Can't wipe my cheesy grin. So clear my head Because I can't forget How your warm arms feel Wrapped around my waist And just how great Your sweet kisses taste. Sit here in my place When the top's down on a cloudless day You're singing above the bass, The brightness showers your face Lie here in my place, While your deep stare Steals my breath away. With you, Is a good way to begin again: Fenceless.

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Jul 29, 2015

Jul 29, 2015 at 4:14 PM UTC

caroline-hughes

Fenceless

I don't know How to say That I'm okay with tearing down these fences And letting you Stroll on through Because bit by bit, As you kiss my neck, In my half-asleep stupor I hear you whisper "My sleeping beauty" And I start to forget the mirror's lies. As you gaze into my wide eyes, Turn the radio down And say it clear as the starry night, "I love you." I think there's something In me you might see. Though we're polar opposites, (You speak your mind While I think 2 or 3 times. You devour steak While I glower with hate), Our witty arguments Can't wipe my cheesy grin. So clear my head Because I can't forget How your warm arms feel Wrapped around my waist And just how great Your sweet kisses taste. Sit here in my place When the top's down on a cloudless day You're singing above the bass, The brightness showers your face Lie here in my place, While your deep stare Steals my breath away. With you, Is a good way to begin again: Fenceless.

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I love her wild abandon So many untamed horses Fenceless and uncorralled For a while I ran with her Looking to catch her eye She just ran away Trailing laughter I heard her distant drumbeats With their sacred rhythms Deep into the earth And deep into my soul I clutch and grasp Trying to capture Midnight thistle down That dances On the warm, invisible, breeze And where shall it land When it's slipped from my hand Taking with it All my secret dreams .....And I laugh They always dance away But I am content.... For the briefest moment I lived among the footfalls Wondering where the thistle down had gone Silently.....silently Almost unnoticed It came to rest Amidst the drumbeats..... Inside my heart Roosty

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Jan 22, 2017

Jan 22, 2017 at 12:12 PM UTC

robert-andrews

Captured by Her Freedom

I love her wild abandon So many untamed horses Fenceless and uncorralled For a while I ran with her Looking to catch her eye She just ran away Trailing laughter I heard her distant drumbeats With their sacred rhythms Deep into the earth And deep into my soul I clutch and grasp Trying to capture Midnight thistle down That dances On the warm, invisible, breeze And where shall it land When it's slipped from my hand Taking with it All my secret dreams .....And I laugh They always dance away But I am content.... For the briefest moment I lived among the footfalls Wondering where the thistle down had gone Silently.....silently Almost unnoticed It came to rest Amidst the drumbeats..... Inside my heart Roosty

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Don’t want this life Don’t need this life Never asked for it Can’t escape Fenceless prisoner Life sentence Gone baby Gone

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Aug 18, 2019

Aug 18, 2019 at 7:09 PM UTC

thedevilismine

Lifer

Don’t want this life Don’t need this life Never asked for it Can’t escape Fenceless prisoner Life sentence Gone baby Gone

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Sometimes, I wish to see myself in somebody else's shoes I wish to not be myself I wish to disappear To a place where my face and thoughts Can't be seen or heard Sometimes, I long to know What it feels like To be in my own shoes To be safe, To feel safe, in my space My fenceless shelter A home without a roof -Kaya

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Feb 20, 2016

Feb 20, 2016 at 1:28 PM UTC

Poemsbykaya

Home

Sometimes, I wish to see myself in somebody else's shoes I wish to not be myself I wish to disappear To a place where my face and thoughts Can't be seen or heard Sometimes, I long to know What it feels like To be in my own shoes To be safe, To feel safe, in my space My fenceless shelter A home without a roof -Kaya

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launched Meghan Markle into royalty American divorcee catapulted from “AA” to “Zed” at break neck speed, and with cachet wed Prince Harry, and soon twill begetting, bestowing, and bewitching her chromo somal thread (complementing, furthering, and weaving together "Quod Erat Demonstrandum", or QED for short) within United Kingdom coat of arms, perhaps naming the first heir Ned, and according one online dictionary definition and ken translates as French (Old English) name Eadmund, meaning rich or happy, and protective akin to a mother hen, not just mollycoddling hatchlings, but even shelling out care on a wing and a prayer long after offspring fly the coop and been fending for themselves, perhaps merely earning chicken scratch wage, assigning doomed fate, sans cooked usage if perchance "chick(s)" go thru a foul stage within their duff fenceless hierarchy, where pecking order doth rage worse case scenario, would presage finding errant peep(s) sent to gaol, not much bigger than a bird cage, unless they comprise noble henny age, ideally taken in as a pet by newly bridled Duchess of Sussex treated like totally tubularly true blue blood with opulent accommodations (cheaply) tricked out with life size Tyrannosaurus Rex (spoiler alert: actually done with special effe Hex with latest computer graphics showing rippling reptiles flex sing and holo graphic smoky mirrors) intending "FAKE" balances and checks to boondoggle aggressive paparazzi, one of whom includes Meghan Markle's ex.

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Aug 9, 2018

Aug 9, 2018 at 7:29 PM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

Trevor Jed Engelson Unwittingly...

launched Meghan Markle into royalty American divorcee catapulted from “AA” to “Zed” at break neck speed, and with cachet wed Prince Harry, and soon twill begetting, bestowing, and bewitching her chromo somal thread (complementing, furthering, and weaving together "Quod Erat Demonstrandum", or QED for short) within United Kingdom coat of arms, perhaps naming the first heir Ned, and according one online dictionary definition and ken translates as French (Old English) name Eadmund, meaning rich or happy, and protective akin to a mother hen, not just mollycoddling hatchlings, but even shelling out care on a wing and a prayer long after offspring fly the coop and been fending for themselves, perhaps merely earning chicken scratch wage, assigning doomed fate, sans cooked usage if perchance "chick(s)" go thru a foul stage within their duff fenceless hierarchy, where pecking order doth rage worse case scenario, would presage finding errant peep(s) sent to gaol, not much bigger than a bird cage, unless they comprise noble henny age, ideally taken in as a pet by newly bridled Duchess of Sussex treated like totally tubularly true blue blood with opulent accommodations (cheaply) tricked out with life size Tyrannosaurus Rex (spoiler alert: actually done with special effe Hex with latest computer graphics showing rippling reptiles flex sing and holo graphic smoky mirrors) intending "FAKE" balances and checks to boondoggle aggressive paparazzi, one of whom includes Meghan Markle's ex.

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