"giveness" poems - Hello Poetry

Explain to me, mother, why it is that I can breathe easier with his hole in my chest? It is about time that I realize I've done this to myself. It is about time that I realize I should give up. The waves crash against my thighs. The waves crash against my pelvis. The waves crash against my stomach. The waves crash against my chest. H hA haR harD hardE hardeR softeR softE sofT soF sO so what? so what if I drown? Let the reaper eat my stomach contents. Let Him drink my spinal fluid; let it trickle down his fleshless chin. Recycle my eyes so that I may see. Recycle my heart so that I may smile. Recycle my brain so that I may forget. Nothing's funny when you're bleeding.

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Sep 29, 2010

Sep 29, 2010 at 9:05 PM UTC

the-silver-albatross

For Giveness

Explain to me, mother, why it is that I can breathe easier with his hole in my chest? It is about time that I realize I've done this to myself. It is about time that I realize I should give up. The waves crash against my thighs. The waves crash against my pelvis. The waves crash against my stomach. The waves crash against my chest. H hA haR harD hardE hardeR softeR softE sofT soF sO so what? so what if I drown? Let the reaper eat my stomach contents. Let Him drink my spinal fluid; let it trickle down his fleshless chin. Recycle my eyes so that I may see. Recycle my heart so that I may smile. Recycle my brain so that I may forget. Nothing's funny when you're bleeding.

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the prophet speak you my people, my flower of life you have a voice. stop the fighting share the love of peace. help the sick an poor. as then prophet said i hear cry in my, endless dreams. the prophet said. be brave my flower of life. walk with trueness peace in your hearts. pray sick an poor. ask are god for giveness. pray for the world an brother sister of this world. share the love of peace. stop the fighting. help one another in this world. walk peace in your hearts. many blessing my brother my sister. walk with peace walk with true share the love of peace.

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Nov 30, 2010

Nov 30, 2010 at 12:24 AM UTC

dennis-gunsteen

the prophet speak 03

the prophet speak you my people, my flower of life you have a voice. stop the fighting share the love of peace. help the sick an poor. as then prophet said i hear cry in my, endless dreams. the prophet said. be brave my flower of life. walk with trueness peace in your hearts. pray sick an poor. ask are god for giveness. pray for the world an brother sister of this world. share the love of peace. stop the fighting. help one another in this world. walk peace in your hearts. many blessing my brother my sister. walk with peace walk with true share the love of peace.

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how don’t know to get the you in: a dis(miss)ing of anchorage, akin to ungrabable, purpled sky, and blackvelvet’s talks to morning sand. to get the you in: a table top of no greed. legs of giveness. to haiku the hell out of. we are in the process of stunned voices praying to pregnant earth: word fruit meets wet tongue. prophet with no pockets up sand up. in a world that is to know what your sun exuding sounds like. sweet loathing, singing cell. undernourished, remembering only two tons of. bites down boldly onto wear. ritualistic sweating betrothed to thecosmos. shake loose my skin. legs of giveness, and something that wouldn’t be about you. or something about you that wouldn’t be. hiding in the corners of language that mask gaping unrelatables. Unrelenting maybeoneday. i’ll decide to hear you (sh)out. the italics of Monday evenings. Black tea, bumps head into mosquito bites on your thighs. oops, sorry, can i hug you? sorry. So from here we can deduce thetruth that oops, can i hug you? sorry its obvious, tied. eyed our lives in one swoop and now i’ll never possess of a series of creeks, primordial. Like when the earth’s virginity was lost to the last respiris of a first dying. you as a plethora of suntan lotion3. but lotion is lotion, like the sea, it cant be quantified or split up into in order to be a “plethora,” and still there’s no one to rub down my back places my black places I can’t reach or see and so can’t mimic like a leglessness, a series of syllables.

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Jun 17, 2014

Jun 17, 2014 at 9:35 PM UTC

katie-robinson

Letter to Sonia Sanchez from a Lover

how don’t know to get the you in: a dis(miss)ing of anchorage, akin to ungrabable, purpled sky, and blackvelvet’s talks to morning sand. to get the you in: a table top of no greed. legs of giveness. to haiku the hell out of. we are in the process of stunned voices praying to pregnant earth: word fruit meets wet tongue. prophet with no pockets up sand up. in a world that is to know what your sun exuding sounds like. sweet loathing, singing cell. undernourished, remembering only two tons of. bites down boldly onto wear. ritualistic sweating betrothed to thecosmos. shake loose my skin. legs of giveness, and something that wouldn’t be about you. or something about you that wouldn’t be. hiding in the corners of language that mask gaping unrelatables. Unrelenting maybeoneday. i’ll decide to hear you (sh)out. the italics of Monday evenings. Black tea, bumps head into mosquito bites on your thighs. oops, sorry, can i hug you? sorry. So from here we can deduce thetruth that oops, can i hug you? sorry its obvious, tied. eyed our lives in one swoop and now i’ll never possess of a series of creeks, primordial. Like when the earth’s virginity was lost to the last respiris of a first dying. you as a plethora of suntan lotion3. but lotion is lotion, like the sea, it cant be quantified or split up into in order to be a “plethora,” and still there’s no one to rub down my back places my black places I can’t reach or see and so can’t mimic like a leglessness, a series of syllables.

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2017 brings the energy of the 10. The energy that birthed me. That in and out weave. This new cycle bends the laws of the 10. This power surges within. An awareness of creation That speaks from my soul. The layers here are often misunderstood, The 1 and the 0 whisper softly. They interplay, the wombs receive. They create time again. Tentative aligned with another number. Intention rests in the 10. With this round I plan to write it All out. Commit to getting them all out. Releasing my I upon you all. Feeling no time to stall, Moments in need of definition, Times call. It's just so loud. I wondered for years would I tune in. My quest has been found. This truth is the point of vision From here. Nothing sound to question now. Darker notes lightened, Time feels well spent, Days empowered to crown. Days given, with gratitude. Knees spent for the courage of The opposed foes. The moments of lows. Thanks be given to the brave souls That answer those calls. Though, they too rise. And I ask for giveness from you, To give me the grace I need to affect you. It's my truth too. Our divine dance. At last! The words break through. I chose to heal seeps into the realm. Infects the system. These words must come out. Release them.

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Dec 22, 2016

Dec 22, 2016 at 3:53 PM UTC

Seherseven

choosing to speak

2017 brings the energy of the 10. The energy that birthed me. That in and out weave. This new cycle bends the laws of the 10. This power surges within. An awareness of creation That speaks from my soul. The layers here are often misunderstood, The 1 and the 0 whisper softly. They interplay, the wombs receive. They create time again. Tentative aligned with another number. Intention rests in the 10. With this round I plan to write it All out. Commit to getting them all out. Releasing my I upon you all. Feeling no time to stall, Moments in need of definition, Times call. It's just so loud. I wondered for years would I tune in. My quest has been found. This truth is the point of vision From here. Nothing sound to question now. Darker notes lightened, Time feels well spent, Days empowered to crown. Days given, with gratitude. Knees spent for the courage of The opposed foes. The moments of lows. Thanks be given to the brave souls That answer those calls. Though, they too rise. And I ask for giveness from you, To give me the grace I need to affect you. It's my truth too. Our divine dance. At last! The words break through. I chose to heal seeps into the realm. Infects the system. These words must come out. Release them.

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