"forbiddance" poems - Hello Poetry

Dear all of the above, Why do you ridicule me so? Severity, Severity, more than you’d ever know The extent of beauty I see in the world Perplexed by the forbiddance you administered, hurl! Why me? Why someone who has been doing nothing but describing beauty his whole life? Irony Why me? The supreme experimenter The great accursed Anonymous Sad clown Sad clown Why me? A Poet. One specifically who followed in the footsteps of Poe not through choice or influence but because life chose a similar path for me Dear life, Dear nature, Dear conscious, subconscious, unconscious, Dear collective conscience, Dear existence, Dear heavens, Dear spiritual realm, Dear all that is and isn’t, Dear all that can be seen, and cannot… Dear knowledge, Dear intellect, Dear intuition, Dear emotion, Dear regret, Dear regret, Dear regret… ******* CIRCUMSTANCE! CHANGE **** YOU! For the love of everything pure. Please Please Please I’m sorry I’m so sorry I’m SO ******* sorry… If I could just go back If I could just… Please... It’s funny how it rhymes Samir… Severe Please no. This isn't real. Please?...

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Dec 10, 2012

Dec 10, 2012 at 10:09 AM UTC

samir

Chapter never look back.

Dear all of the above, Why do you ridicule me so? Severity, Severity, more than you’d ever know The extent of beauty I see in the world Perplexed by the forbiddance you administered, hurl! Why me? Why someone who has been doing nothing but describing beauty his whole life? Irony Why me? The supreme experimenter The great accursed Anonymous Sad clown Sad clown Why me? A Poet. One specifically who followed in the footsteps of Poe not through choice or influence but because life chose a similar path for me Dear life, Dear nature, Dear conscious, subconscious, unconscious, Dear collective conscience, Dear existence, Dear heavens, Dear spiritual realm, Dear all that is and isn’t, Dear all that can be seen, and cannot… Dear knowledge, Dear intellect, Dear intuition, Dear emotion, Dear regret, Dear regret, Dear regret… ******* CIRCUMSTANCE! CHANGE **** YOU! For the love of everything pure. Please Please Please I’m sorry I’m so sorry I’m SO ******* sorry… If I could just go back If I could just… Please... It’s funny how it rhymes Samir… Severe Please no. This isn't real. Please?...

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“Thou art forbidden,” He said, pointing to The ominous, looming giant of a Tree So frightening, yet we feel hints of intrigue. But no, no we are prohibited, Fenced in by paradise, Fenced out by fear. So, in our young life, We averted our eyes. We hurried past the Tree, Anxious to please, Walking briskly to the Trees of Faith, Belief, and Fate, Brittle and weak of trunk, but of pleasant leaves That produces such a pleasant shade From the glaring heat of the high sun You and I gestured and gesticulated, Attempting to justify which tree of the three We should use as a home. We grunted and groaned, shrieked and moaned our dispute And, I, in a primal huff, stomped away Eyes blinded by frustration. I was wholly incapable Of reason, of sight, of sound. In a whirling state, I stumbled. On a root of the magnificent Forbidden Tree. I gasped. There. The source of rebellion against Everything He taught me. Jaw set firm, fists clenched, I marched up to the nearest offering Defying condition, against instinct, I lifted my hands. I reached for the Forewarned Curse. I bit into sin. Its juice burst onto my tongue I desperately and eagerly ****** the newly revealed flesh and Realized bliss, Passion, tragedy, and fury, Oasis out of chaos. How could I have thought that this was paradise? What vice ignorance holds! What horror forbiddance harbors! Oh, oh, I can Feel My hands, I can Feel, Think, and See. I can finally Be! What exuberant joy! I must share, share these astounding epiphanies! The branch that saved me still bounces and shakes, Deceivingly resembling a sort of snake. Oh, my love, my universe, I will save you, I will uproot you from stagnation. For I am now The Venue of Truth.

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Feb 13, 2010

Feb 13, 2010 at 8:52 PM UTC

sarah-jystad

Salvation

“Thou art forbidden,” He said, pointing to The ominous, looming giant of a Tree So frightening, yet we feel hints of intrigue. But no, no we are prohibited, Fenced in by paradise, Fenced out by fear. So, in our young life, We averted our eyes. We hurried past the Tree, Anxious to please, Walking briskly to the Trees of Faith, Belief, and Fate, Brittle and weak of trunk, but of pleasant leaves That produces such a pleasant shade From the glaring heat of the high sun You and I gestured and gesticulated, Attempting to justify which tree of the three We should use as a home. We grunted and groaned, shrieked and moaned our dispute And, I, in a primal huff, stomped away Eyes blinded by frustration. I was wholly incapable Of reason, of sight, of sound. In a whirling state, I stumbled. On a root of the magnificent Forbidden Tree. I gasped. There. The source of rebellion against Everything He taught me. Jaw set firm, fists clenched, I marched up to the nearest offering Defying condition, against instinct, I lifted my hands. I reached for the Forewarned Curse. I bit into sin. Its juice burst onto my tongue I desperately and eagerly ****** the newly revealed flesh and Realized bliss, Passion, tragedy, and fury, Oasis out of chaos. How could I have thought that this was paradise? What vice ignorance holds! What horror forbiddance harbors! Oh, oh, I can Feel My hands, I can Feel, Think, and See. I can finally Be! What exuberant joy! I must share, share these astounding epiphanies! The branch that saved me still bounces and shakes, Deceivingly resembling a sort of snake. Oh, my love, my universe, I will save you, I will uproot you from stagnation. For I am now The Venue of Truth.

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The river is singing under my feet, As I balance on this broken oak bridge; Ah! the sins of forbiddance I repeat, As the wind blows my soul into the ridge. But what are all these dark notions worth, If I, my voice is razed, from this earth.

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Sep 12, 2015

Sep 12, 2015 at 12:39 AM UTC

arkane

The Broken Oak Bridge

The river is singing under my feet, As I balance on this broken oak bridge; Ah! the sins of forbiddance I repeat, As the wind blows my soul into the ridge. But what are all these dark notions worth, If I, my voice is razed, from this earth.

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