"flagrance" poems - Hello Poetry

With our passion all spent they would have us repent our consent with blind zealotry they refuse to relent opposing our mergence so when curing prurience leave one percent of passion unspent. As we share these moments and begin our physical ascent be aware that they will not capitulate in calling for our penance with our passion all spent they would have us repent our consent. Remember this simple covenant in order to circumvent the condemnation of our actions as unforgivable flagrance so when curing prurience leave one percent of passion unspent. In these sheets we have long forgotten the virgin's lament because the silent weeping is drowned out by our cadence with our passion all spent they would have us repent our consent. By our mutual pleasure we have earned their unrelenting resent and we are endlessly castigated for our lack of temperance so when curing prurience leave one percent of passion unspent. The cries of fanatics prove their opposition to be hellbent they would prefer that we endure the torment of abstinence with our passion all spent they would have us repent our consent so when curing prurience leave one percent of passion unspent.

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Jan 26, 2012

Jan 26, 2012 at 9:01 PM UTC

omnis-atrum

Temperance

With our passion all spent they would have us repent our consent with blind zealotry they refuse to relent opposing our mergence so when curing prurience leave one percent of passion unspent. As we share these moments and begin our physical ascent be aware that they will not capitulate in calling for our penance with our passion all spent they would have us repent our consent. Remember this simple covenant in order to circumvent the condemnation of our actions as unforgivable flagrance so when curing prurience leave one percent of passion unspent. In these sheets we have long forgotten the virgin's lament because the silent weeping is drowned out by our cadence with our passion all spent they would have us repent our consent. By our mutual pleasure we have earned their unrelenting resent and we are endlessly castigated for our lack of temperance so when curing prurience leave one percent of passion unspent. The cries of fanatics prove their opposition to be hellbent they would prefer that we endure the torment of abstinence with our passion all spent they would have us repent our consent so when curing prurience leave one percent of passion unspent.

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The tea sits Death collecting different scenes I’m stressed Such a mess with the reaper next to me Life vest on my chest And I couldn’t really see Long steps to unrest and I’m bent reality Still The fragments breathe Will deliver and I’m keen to the quiver Arrows preen The apple’s novelty Real Surreal it seems The venom makes sin of me A little sliver the beast Disturbing the honesty Feel The havoc see it in the light And let it seek a little strife Collapse in dreams it’s still alright Just follow me and Days go by And the days go by And the days Fall next to me They wither in seasons Oppressive tendencies Observe the winter casualties With frozen blood and splinters Unruly royalty for dinner The bloodline isn’t coiled So they haven’t found a winner The peril focused Elapsed so nobody would notice It wasn’t hopeless Ascension hadn’t found a locus Scrambling the frequency A remedy just like unbroken chains that lead to purity As if the marks of shame were lotus Petals Drinking deep amidst tequila dreams Settled With that much alcohol I’m bound to see The difference What it takes from me in travels Hollow ships that creak and battle with my frenemies Just trying to find some ******* peace Scattered A little crazed A little battered Hazard So many names Poetic ******* is my favorite And it’s said with sharp tongues and flagrance Art forms and a cadence Just trying to count the ways that Days go by And the days go by And the days Make clouds break Unraveling the seasons Couldn’t fathom all the reasons Left to brandish all the pieces Couldn’t handle all the artifacts To me the voice of treason was a pretty ****** father that I couldn’t wait to see He left scars Gave me emptiness to seek the stars I grew lost With a tendency to keep to bars Some new parts of me I never noticed Please I wasn’t hopeless I’m just barely even getting started Some new paths Chasing fantasies I seek to harvest Undo traps that I set to self destruct the progress Parallel to heavens gate I’m aiming for the secret garden Eyy So catch me gliding through the waves as Days go by And the days go by And the days go -Whoo- -Whoo- -Whoo- And the days go by And the days go by

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Aug 25, 2015

Aug 25, 2015 at 10:47 PM UTC

Dantzzzler

Paths: Sojourn

The tea sits Death collecting different scenes I’m stressed Such a mess with the reaper next to me Life vest on my chest And I couldn’t really see Long steps to unrest and I’m bent reality Still The fragments breathe Will deliver and I’m keen to the quiver Arrows preen The apple’s novelty Real Surreal it seems The venom makes sin of me A little sliver the beast Disturbing the honesty Feel The havoc see it in the light And let it seek a little strife Collapse in dreams it’s still alright Just follow me and Days go by And the days go by And the days Fall next to me They wither in seasons Oppressive tendencies Observe the winter casualties With frozen blood and splinters Unruly royalty for dinner The bloodline isn’t coiled So they haven’t found a winner The peril focused Elapsed so nobody would notice It wasn’t hopeless Ascension hadn’t found a locus Scrambling the frequency A remedy just like unbroken chains that lead to purity As if the marks of shame were lotus Petals Drinking deep amidst tequila dreams Settled With that much alcohol I’m bound to see The difference What it takes from me in travels Hollow ships that creak and battle with my frenemies Just trying to find some ******* peace Scattered A little crazed A little battered Hazard So many names Poetic ******* is my favorite And it’s said with sharp tongues and flagrance Art forms and a cadence Just trying to count the ways that Days go by And the days go by And the days Make clouds break Unraveling the seasons Couldn’t fathom all the reasons Left to brandish all the pieces Couldn’t handle all the artifacts To me the voice of treason was a pretty ****** father that I couldn’t wait to see He left scars Gave me emptiness to seek the stars I grew lost With a tendency to keep to bars Some new parts of me I never noticed Please I wasn’t hopeless I’m just barely even getting started Some new paths Chasing fantasies I seek to harvest Undo traps that I set to self destruct the progress Parallel to heavens gate I’m aiming for the secret garden Eyy So catch me gliding through the waves as Days go by And the days go by And the days go -Whoo- -Whoo- -Whoo- And the days go by And the days go by

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I was your antithesis when your fragrant flagrance was brash.

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Jan 27, 2013

Jan 27, 2013 at 7:48 PM UTC

anne-m-1

Two Weeks Shy (10w)

I was your antithesis when your fragrant flagrance was brash.

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He gathers tales, sings them for a pittance Holds peasants spellbound on the brink of fright With weird myths that bewilder, if one might See their meaning past the poet's flagrance But all are in awe of his strange presence And lend their ears until it is midnight And the stars start to shine cold, distant, bright With an ancient sentience, in silence Come dawn and he leaves, do not dare follow For this man treads where no mortal can go To the stars that sired him, he unveils A vista of a repugnant hollow Where above all, you hear their great bellow It is here the Old Ones tell him their tales

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Mar 12, 2021

Mar 12, 2021 at 1:09 PM UTC

Necromagia

The Poet

He gathers tales, sings them for a pittance Holds peasants spellbound on the brink of fright With weird myths that bewilder, if one might See their meaning past the poet's flagrance But all are in awe of his strange presence And lend their ears until it is midnight And the stars start to shine cold, distant, bright With an ancient sentience, in silence Come dawn and he leaves, do not dare follow For this man treads where no mortal can go To the stars that sired him, he unveils A vista of a repugnant hollow Where above all, you hear their great bellow It is here the Old Ones tell him their tales

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Well, things change I guess we're moving on see no point in rehearsing old songs Wrong as it is I'll pursue your best friend Beause I'm tired of being grown I can't be the bigger man In belittling circumstances circumstantial phrases I show my true thoughts and my two faces Face it, We could've been patient what's the fun in running laps if we always got to pace it However, still cute words in our conversations exchange photos she my motivation momentarily apparently, the living virus I embody has signaled I'm in need of another host I need but I know I won't you see there this truer quote "you don't know what you have--" but I know when I grab I need you most I'm floored when I see you pose I'm so flawed but, do me this favor pose for my camera pose for the man you want I'll keep you as a memory I think my picture's flawed will forever be and cleverly I use you, yours Impatiently, I rush things with no forever in sight I cite love songs, give me extra credit: I'm selfish Narcissisticly I'm incredibly guarded -- she asks why and as my valentine she's rewarded Temporarily, cause like any drug store my seasons will change Then it's back to reality There's no bigger picture take this card and my cargo I don't need it as I backpack my way toward my evils He speaks to me peacefully, I'm home unprotected with feelings used as currency I withdraw -- I withdraw -- I withdraw -- I take you, I take charge I charge love on credit cards she hates me, I know it but I'm over it I tell myself this chant: this ritual it's both sacred and needed **** that, I'm back in the mix she's overdosed comatose words as she pleads the fifth mixed drinks then it's hello Miss I use ellipses compliment her palette as I'm mentally abusive Then sweep her off her feet again the villain -- I vilify qualify her demons insecurities, identified-- hidden with a flagrance the aroma roses scattered my time has nearly elapsed she only talks to tea cups -- kettles who spilled that.

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Feb 14, 2018

Feb 14, 2018 at 3:02 PM UTC

shfr

Beauty and the Boy (Valentine's Day Special)

Well, things change I guess we're moving on see no point in rehearsing old songs Wrong as it is I'll pursue your best friend Beause I'm tired of being grown I can't be the bigger man In belittling circumstances circumstantial phrases I show my true thoughts and my two faces Face it, We could've been patient what's the fun in running laps if we always got to pace it However, still cute words in our conversations exchange photos she my motivation momentarily apparently, the living virus I embody has signaled I'm in need of another host I need but I know I won't you see there this truer quote "you don't know what you have--" but I know when I grab I need you most I'm floored when I see you pose I'm so flawed but, do me this favor pose for my camera pose for the man you want I'll keep you as a memory I think my picture's flawed will forever be and cleverly I use you, yours Impatiently, I rush things with no forever in sight I cite love songs, give me extra credit: I'm selfish Narcissisticly I'm incredibly guarded -- she asks why and as my valentine she's rewarded Temporarily, cause like any drug store my seasons will change Then it's back to reality There's no bigger picture take this card and my cargo I don't need it as I backpack my way toward my evils He speaks to me peacefully, I'm home unprotected with feelings used as currency I withdraw -- I withdraw -- I withdraw -- I take you, I take charge I charge love on credit cards she hates me, I know it but I'm over it I tell myself this chant: this ritual it's both sacred and needed **** that, I'm back in the mix she's overdosed comatose words as she pleads the fifth mixed drinks then it's hello Miss I use ellipses compliment her palette as I'm mentally abusive Then sweep her off her feet again the villain -- I vilify qualify her demons insecurities, identified-- hidden with a flagrance the aroma roses scattered my time has nearly elapsed she only talks to tea cups -- kettles who spilled that.

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Captivated by her beauty with a never ending symmetry. Passer by's couldn't resist just to get her one glimpse. Made out of vibrant colours She's the epitome of beauty. The definition of elegance She filled the world with her radiance. But only the curious one knew hidden inside her was a truth. Mesmerised by her beauty they'd pluck her out of her roots. They'd hold her tightly caressing her petals softly. Trying to make sense out of her overwhelming beauty. Until they could finally see the truth that was hidden beneath. Sensing her completely now they'd leave her trembling on the ground. She withered in cold. She twitched in the mud. Trampled by the passer by's who even refused to look at her. Fate played her again Leading her to her flagrance. Because only the few of us knew She's Dahlia, A beautiful flower; without a fragrance.

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Aug 12, 2018

Aug 12, 2018 at 2:13 AM UTC

snyder91

Dahlia

Captivated by her beauty with a never ending symmetry. Passer by's couldn't resist just to get her one glimpse. Made out of vibrant colours She's the epitome of beauty. The definition of elegance She filled the world with her radiance. But only the curious one knew hidden inside her was a truth. Mesmerised by her beauty they'd pluck her out of her roots. They'd hold her tightly caressing her petals softly. Trying to make sense out of her overwhelming beauty. Until they could finally see the truth that was hidden beneath. Sensing her completely now they'd leave her trembling on the ground. She withered in cold. She twitched in the mud. Trampled by the passer by's who even refused to look at her. Fate played her again Leading her to her flagrance. Because only the few of us knew She's Dahlia, A beautiful flower; without a fragrance.

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What you doin' there, Left-eye? seems you got me confused with somebody else. standing there cock-lacked with surance like a stand, a bird-tooth, a shelf. your minory flagrance the runge-jakes, your fiery holes for birth. I'm happy enough in the meaningless, a taxi, directless and first. I doubt in the walls like a showdown. I drink the saloon like it's fate. I'll shave all the mis-hands from struggle, and pretend I can wake before eight. you wither the real when it's comfy. you dote on the fair like a lake. The wrestling season is over. We won out, the Golden Mistake.

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Dec 16, 2013

Dec 16, 2013 at 4:21 AM UTC

keith-ren

no need to wish

What you doin' there, Left-eye? seems you got me confused with somebody else. standing there cock-lacked with surance like a stand, a bird-tooth, a shelf. your minory flagrance the runge-jakes, your fiery holes for birth. I'm happy enough in the meaningless, a taxi, directless and first. I doubt in the walls like a showdown. I drink the saloon like it's fate. I'll shave all the mis-hands from struggle, and pretend I can wake before eight. you wither the real when it's comfy. you dote on the fair like a lake. The wrestling season is over. We won out, the Golden Mistake.

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I am only driven by the insatiable flagrance of things like flesh and smiles, holding hands and setting suns. Without these intrinsic, ritualistic motivations life remains cold and dark; like a land that has never felt the warm carress of a life giving breeze. It's the small things and the immeasurable that grasp me, things like space beyond sight and sight beyond rational.

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Nov 5, 2013

Nov 5, 2013 at 5:25 AM UTC

jrg

unite

I am only driven by the insatiable flagrance of things like flesh and smiles, holding hands and setting suns. Without these intrinsic, ritualistic motivations life remains cold and dark; like a land that has never felt the warm carress of a life giving breeze. It's the small things and the immeasurable that grasp me, things like space beyond sight and sight beyond rational.

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This tributary Happy accident Shyness Flagrance Deeply inspected This notorious Dearth, designed my life So why Not write Why not paint pictures? The donor with the ink The spread recipient Left and stayed The ink that he left fades The fade that he left stains She made the mistake of Looking for love as an anchor Two lovers' worth or lack alike Fabricate their draft designs I'm incomplete, a mess Two lovers' worth or lack alike Fabricate their draft designs A complete mess Best if I reverse design and I publicize notorious dearth as proper opulence

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Jul 13, 2017

Jul 13, 2017 at 1:06 PM UTC

ZeroNine

Proper Opulence| 2. Notorious Dearth

This tributary Happy accident Shyness Flagrance Deeply inspected This notorious Dearth, designed my life So why Not write Why not paint pictures? The donor with the ink The spread recipient Left and stayed The ink that he left fades The fade that he left stains She made the mistake of Looking for love as an anchor Two lovers' worth or lack alike Fabricate their draft designs I'm incomplete, a mess Two lovers' worth or lack alike Fabricate their draft designs A complete mess Best if I reverse design and I publicize notorious dearth as proper opulence

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I found the letters you left behind. I found the letters you wrote to me. But when I looked for love, I couldn't find the word. I remember the time we spent alone. I remember the warmth of your touch. The gentle brush of your lips. The sweet flagrance of your hair. But I don't remember hearing the word love. Maybe I didn't read the word. Maybe I didn't hear the word. But I fell in love in your arms, And I felt loved. In the end, that was enough. For me.

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Apr 9, 2013

Apr 9, 2013 at 10:57 PM UTC

matthew-mayfield

Words Unspoken

I found the letters you left behind. I found the letters you wrote to me. But when I looked for love, I couldn't find the word. I remember the time we spent alone. I remember the warmth of your touch. The gentle brush of your lips. The sweet flagrance of your hair. But I don't remember hearing the word love. Maybe I didn't read the word. Maybe I didn't hear the word. But I fell in love in your arms, And I felt loved. In the end, that was enough. For me.

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Formless, hidden flagrance Bastardizations Subconscious invasions Derealization Murderous mindless mental gobbledygook Aloof, to bide inside and take a look Spurious flourish in acrid abhorrence Tis the demon Which lies within That tells me lies And promotes sin Trials of toilsome interims Stagnate and rot, in mine, chagrin Ineffectual ****** aggravations Sordid, torrid want, ablation Putrescence of evanescence Sorrowful warbles in gargling marbles Choking on hope, extinguishing flames of my name and making Prodding the prongs of the timeless song Rending and rendering nought to which I belong Seeing sights, in blindness bind, simulations of kindness, in emptiest minds I've seen it screaming, deadened in the dark It doth implore me, say'n only "Hark!" Tell me truly, what unruly things of which you speak Portent futures ever looming, bleak Unspeakable things I cannot be I will not be but me I am not apostate To lunacy

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Jul 22, 2019

Jul 22, 2019 at 7:05 PM UTC

dan-hess

Lunatic Apostate

Formless, hidden flagrance Bastardizations Subconscious invasions Derealization Murderous mindless mental gobbledygook Aloof, to bide inside and take a look Spurious flourish in acrid abhorrence Tis the demon Which lies within That tells me lies And promotes sin Trials of toilsome interims Stagnate and rot, in mine, chagrin Ineffectual ****** aggravations Sordid, torrid want, ablation Putrescence of evanescence Sorrowful warbles in gargling marbles Choking on hope, extinguishing flames of my name and making Prodding the prongs of the timeless song Rending and rendering nought to which I belong Seeing sights, in blindness bind, simulations of kindness, in emptiest minds I've seen it screaming, deadened in the dark It doth implore me, say'n only "Hark!" Tell me truly, what unruly things of which you speak Portent futures ever looming, bleak Unspeakable things I cannot be I will not be but me I am not apostate To lunacy

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sea bitter tinted cerulean forth bristle lungful of breath frothy waft earth's flagrance the forest rests upon moon's pearly swoon

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May 21, 2015

May 21, 2015 at 7:41 AM UTC

decem

Sea Whispers a Breath

sea bitter tinted cerulean forth bristle lungful of breath frothy waft earth's flagrance the forest rests upon moon's pearly swoon

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