"glary" poems - Hello Poetry

Setting sail from battered shores To wide expanse of grey and blue Eyes set forth to unknown doors Dawn's brilliance shining anew To grand 'ventures worth detailing! What better day to keep on sailing? Flailing wildly in storm's fury Tired and bruised, but holding strong From water's depths shine eyes most glary With wind and rain I sing along From small joys, light keeps prevailing Hold on tight and keep on sailing! Through oases of long lost islands Exploring shores, creeks, caverns deep Painting memories of azure highlands Like treasure cards to always keep With newfound bravery, to great avail Better shores await! Come now, set sail!

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Dec 15, 2023

Dec 15, 2023 at 6:38 PM UTC

Pyrhos

Keep on Sailing

Setting sail from battered shores To wide expanse of grey and blue Eyes set forth to unknown doors Dawn's brilliance shining anew To grand 'ventures worth detailing! What better day to keep on sailing? Flailing wildly in storm's fury Tired and bruised, but holding strong From water's depths shine eyes most glary With wind and rain I sing along From small joys, light keeps prevailing Hold on tight and keep on sailing! Through oases of long lost islands Exploring shores, creeks, caverns deep Painting memories of azure highlands Like treasure cards to always keep With newfound bravery, to great avail Better shores await! Come now, set sail!

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My mother dropped me, At 7 months into the low-end of our backyard pool and Watched my tiny legs kick to safety, My two doughy hands reaching to hers Now, years later, I see myself Standing at the edge of the glary water, Trusting my own heaviness, I let myself fall In reply, cold water slaps Against my back and is mixed with some fluid in the eyes, Until my feet touch the ground and my hands reach for nothing And I didn’t pass on much, At 15, I gathered all things on my naïve list, Stirred it with lemonade and I was stepping in the tunnel It was dark at first, very I think I expected it, I welcomed it as one of the footnotes in the Oxford definition of “life” New faces swimming in my eye every time I blink, radio playing brand new songs And strangers who hum along Out of them, some faces reminds me of my childhood friends with whom I made mud castles, They are wearing pretty dandelion shaped masks I like them Not always the lemonade turn out to be too sour, The masks were sugar and The tunnel, it was still dark Until I felt some warm shimmering thing on my lips Like me, he was the sun It was so beautiful that all his atoms hum at different frequency We rearranged each other The pen I pick was now my love so was he The dog, the coffee, the breezy winter We had it all, under our eye lids He clasped my cold hands, pulled till half of them glistened with the kiss of sun And my body became his new color palette It was late October, and we’d just finish another song No, we didn’t fight, you just smashed your phone against the windshield The very next date, I’d capture you in my camera on the highway scenic overlook, hands up, Like you’re holding the sun We were on a roll, darling It started to rain in the middle of summer, No presents that Christmas Before I could start romanticizing heartache, My eyes, treacherous eyes, once again wide open, I was in the tunnel, It is still dark

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May 2, 2016

May 2, 2016 at 1:27 AM UTC

neha-bhatt

Silly

My mother dropped me, At 7 months into the low-end of our backyard pool and Watched my tiny legs kick to safety, My two doughy hands reaching to hers Now, years later, I see myself Standing at the edge of the glary water, Trusting my own heaviness, I let myself fall In reply, cold water slaps Against my back and is mixed with some fluid in the eyes, Until my feet touch the ground and my hands reach for nothing And I didn’t pass on much, At 15, I gathered all things on my naïve list, Stirred it with lemonade and I was stepping in the tunnel It was dark at first, very I think I expected it, I welcomed it as one of the footnotes in the Oxford definition of “life” New faces swimming in my eye every time I blink, radio playing brand new songs And strangers who hum along Out of them, some faces reminds me of my childhood friends with whom I made mud castles, They are wearing pretty dandelion shaped masks I like them Not always the lemonade turn out to be too sour, The masks were sugar and The tunnel, it was still dark Until I felt some warm shimmering thing on my lips Like me, he was the sun It was so beautiful that all his atoms hum at different frequency We rearranged each other The pen I pick was now my love so was he The dog, the coffee, the breezy winter We had it all, under our eye lids He clasped my cold hands, pulled till half of them glistened with the kiss of sun And my body became his new color palette It was late October, and we’d just finish another song No, we didn’t fight, you just smashed your phone against the windshield The very next date, I’d capture you in my camera on the highway scenic overlook, hands up, Like you’re holding the sun We were on a roll, darling It started to rain in the middle of summer, No presents that Christmas Before I could start romanticizing heartache, My eyes, treacherous eyes, once again wide open, I was in the tunnel, It is still dark

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Swiftly she moves around the evergreen trees. Her colorful wings swinging against the invigorating breeze. Her colors are vibrant in the light of the blue sky. Shining so bright in the blink of an eye. There she goes in her bright,glary shade. They flutter on with the others like a flaming butterfly parade.

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Nov 18, 2018

Nov 18, 2018 at 5:11 PM UTC

CrystalHope97

Butterfly Ablaze

Swiftly she moves around the evergreen trees. Her colorful wings swinging against the invigorating breeze. Her colors are vibrant in the light of the blue sky. Shining so bright in the blink of an eye. There she goes in her bright,glary shade. They flutter on with the others like a flaming butterfly parade.

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