"glassing" poems - Hello Poetry

All things that pass Are woman's looking-glass; They show her how her bloom must fade, And she herself be laid With withered roses in the shade; With withered roses and the fallen peach, Unlovely, out of reach Of summer joy that was. All things that pass Are woman's tiring-glass; The faded lavender is sweet, Sweet the dead violet Culled and laid by and cared for yet; The dried-up violets and dried lavender Still sweet, may comfort her, Nor need she cry Alas! All things that pass Are wisdom's looking-glass; Being full of hope and fear, and still Brimful of good or ill, According to our work and will; For there is nothing new beneath the sun; Our doings have been done, And that which shall be was.

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Christina Rossetti

Passing And Glassing

All things that pass Are woman's looking-glass; They show her how her bloom must fade, And she herself be laid With withered roses in the shade; With withered roses and the fallen peach, Unlovely, out of reach Of summer joy that was. All things that pass Are woman's tiring-glass; The faded lavender is sweet, Sweet the dead violet Culled and laid by and cared for yet; The dried-up violets and dried lavender Still sweet, may comfort her, Nor need she cry Alas! All things that pass Are wisdom's looking-glass; Being full of hope and fear, and still Brimful of good or ill, According to our work and will; For there is nothing new beneath the sun; Our doings have been done, And that which shall be was.

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That mirror Which makes of men a transparency, Who holds that mirror And bids us such a breast-bare spectacle see Of you and me? That mirror Whose magic penetrates like a dart, Who lifts that mirror And throws our mind back on us, and our heart, until we start? That mirror Works well in these night hours of ache; Why in that mirror Are tincts we never see ourselves once take When the world is awake? That mirror Can test each mortal when unaware; Yea, that strange mirror May catch his last thoughts, whole life foul or fair, Glassing it—where?

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Thomas Hardy

Moments Of Vision

That mirror Which makes of men a transparency, Who holds that mirror And bids us such a breast-bare spectacle see Of you and me? That mirror Whose magic penetrates like a dart, Who lifts that mirror And throws our mind back on us, and our heart, until we start? That mirror Works well in these night hours of ache; Why in that mirror Are tincts we never see ourselves once take When the world is awake? That mirror Can test each mortal when unaware; Yea, that strange mirror May catch his last thoughts, whole life foul or fair, Glassing it—where?

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the left side of every entrance tells me a singer-songwrite about the fashion in which you once entered a room.. glassing around your iris in false -search for something to pretend you are not paying attention to me as much as you are to what is in front of you because you care so much.. beyond a comprehensible dust-jacket mind-map lick-my-toes and prove your LOVE.. I kid, I kid, you love me, you needn't prosthetic yourself into a dark misogyny over there. it's always strange to consider how strangled you become in flashy jackets bought forever at a thrift-shop cash-register and oh good ******* the employee is no employee he's a volunteer and he's been here forever sweet mr. christie (avoiding the obvious reference because Judaeo -Christianity does not make Good Cookies) processing your purchase-- perhaps soon it'll be dollars to counter. dollars have found her-- awake

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Nov 16, 2013

Nov 16, 2013 at 5:37 PM UTC

softcomponent

heil satin

the left side of every entrance tells me a singer-songwrite about the fashion in which you once entered a room.. glassing around your iris in false -search for something to pretend you are not paying attention to me as much as you are to what is in front of you because you care so much.. beyond a comprehensible dust-jacket mind-map lick-my-toes and prove your LOVE.. I kid, I kid, you love me, you needn't prosthetic yourself into a dark misogyny over there. it's always strange to consider how strangled you become in flashy jackets bought forever at a thrift-shop cash-register and oh good ******* the employee is no employee he's a volunteer and he's been here forever sweet mr. christie (avoiding the obvious reference because Judaeo -Christianity does not make Good Cookies) processing your purchase-- perhaps soon it'll be dollars to counter. dollars have found her-- awake

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Giving up: It is when you look at the chef's knife at a strange hour wondering if it is sharp enough to draw blood. You already know it is, but the white lies beg to stay within your skin. Don't you dare say I gave up, or I am giving up. 1. Especially when I cry with anger glassing over my eyes. Bleeding out all the bad truths & rusty faults, for a better day. I have not given up if I look for truth over sweet fiction. 2. How ferociously warm and red my cheeks are. The kind of red reminicent of berry stains in tumbled laundry. Truth is they were slapped by a ghost's hands. Or when I found out that hot tears and hot showers feel the same. Do not say I lack the strength to stay here, when my veins dance to a heartbeat; loud & defiant. Don't ever say to someone: 'You gave up easily' unless you know the exact & imperfectly precise way their thoughts align into dizzy constellations. Like the way you know the back of your hand. Don't.

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Jul 17, 2015

Jul 17, 2015 at 8:55 AM UTC

amanda-27

Definition

Giving up: It is when you look at the chef's knife at a strange hour wondering if it is sharp enough to draw blood. You already know it is, but the white lies beg to stay within your skin. Don't you dare say I gave up, or I am giving up. 1. Especially when I cry with anger glassing over my eyes. Bleeding out all the bad truths & rusty faults, for a better day. I have not given up if I look for truth over sweet fiction. 2. How ferociously warm and red my cheeks are. The kind of red reminicent of berry stains in tumbled laundry. Truth is they were slapped by a ghost's hands. Or when I found out that hot tears and hot showers feel the same. Do not say I lack the strength to stay here, when my veins dance to a heartbeat; loud & defiant. Don't ever say to someone: 'You gave up easily' unless you know the exact & imperfectly precise way their thoughts align into dizzy constellations. Like the way you know the back of your hand. Don't.

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spreading it creeps plaguing your mind filling your heart flowing your veins clouding your mind glassing over your eyes much like hate

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Oct 19, 2014

Oct 19, 2014 at 2:55 PM UTC

Griffin-Schapp

Sickness

spreading it creeps plaguing your mind filling your heart flowing your veins clouding your mind glassing over your eyes much like hate

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tear upon the climbing highs, rip-- bring up the 'cending lows. this is living in your fears. drinking through the breaking points, a mind full of troubled pints, there's a story within this glass, a tale within her eyes. hear the tale of broken glass, beautiful in the moonlight, like crackling indifference 'gainst hope's warm embers of light. claim the territory of her pain, a force like soul-fallen rain all in vain-- all in vain. as she is... she once was... so shall she be. so there is hope! as once she was-- no! you cannot see? the tale within her eyes? the story within the glass? so shall the rain fall, pins and needles pins and needles. so shall the numbness grow. novicane and empty bottles, moonlight. tears. all in vain: novicane. all in vain: careful rain. was she? the glass of my life? shall she be? a tale of shattered moonshine? am I the story, beautiful in fractured embers: crackling indifference to hope? so shall she be, it seems. so shall I be in dreams: again, under tearing seams. broken. moonlit glassing gleams. pain. rain. pins and needles.

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Sep 20, 2017

Sep 20, 2017 at 11:42 PM UTC

dominate22

Moonlit Tears

tear upon the climbing highs, rip-- bring up the 'cending lows. this is living in your fears. drinking through the breaking points, a mind full of troubled pints, there's a story within this glass, a tale within her eyes. hear the tale of broken glass, beautiful in the moonlight, like crackling indifference 'gainst hope's warm embers of light. claim the territory of her pain, a force like soul-fallen rain all in vain-- all in vain. as she is... she once was... so shall she be. so there is hope! as once she was-- no! you cannot see? the tale within her eyes? the story within the glass? so shall the rain fall, pins and needles pins and needles. so shall the numbness grow. novicane and empty bottles, moonlight. tears. all in vain: novicane. all in vain: careful rain. was she? the glass of my life? shall she be? a tale of shattered moonshine? am I the story, beautiful in fractured embers: crackling indifference to hope? so shall she be, it seems. so shall I be in dreams: again, under tearing seams. broken. moonlit glassing gleams. pain. rain. pins and needles.

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Look at the sky Isn’t it beautiful The wind dances on the warmth from the sun The trees and grass sing salutations in response to its rays Wet pavement reflects light like silver A mirror to the sky creating an abyss of blue A river Floating in this beautiful life, alive This is life through the eyes of a child But then there’s me Staring through and empty face Hollow eyes The river is just a river The pavement is cracked and worn My soul is torn between Between wanting to die And living a lie What is alive When you can’t feel anymore What the **** is wrong with me Every touch could be my last sensation Someone please help me I’m running out of patience **** God Who the **** are you I’d like to talk to him I’d like to meet him Ask him why he’s doing this to me Why did you give me so much I’m losing a battle I was forced to fight It doesn’t seem right I’m losing the light In my eyes glassing over With each pathetic petty interaction Put on my mask and dance Dance you ******* monkey Smile for the camera Spin around and take a bow I didn’t ******* ask for this I didn’t ask to be here I didn’t ask to be alive I didn’t ask to be sad I didn’t ask to be They keep telling me Everyone has a purpose in this world Well maybe mine is to be ******* fodder For the worms Maggots eat through my body and lay their eggs Let them swim down my throat and through my eyes Maybe then I would see what this world really wants from me I wish I could feel No sensations anymore No touch I feel like I’m floating Everything tastes like bile My mind lagging behind my body like watching an old movie Look left; look right Step one; two Itch; scratch Breathe; cough Hurts; stop Eyes; burn Stare; through Laugh; stand up Walk; now smile Isn’t this fun? Let’s do this again. Same time tomorrow?

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May 29, 2018

May 29, 2018 at 8:31 AM UTC

Dmgd-Bmbo

Same Time Tomorrow?

Look at the sky Isn’t it beautiful The wind dances on the warmth from the sun The trees and grass sing salutations in response to its rays Wet pavement reflects light like silver A mirror to the sky creating an abyss of blue A river Floating in this beautiful life, alive This is life through the eyes of a child But then there’s me Staring through and empty face Hollow eyes The river is just a river The pavement is cracked and worn My soul is torn between Between wanting to die And living a lie What is alive When you can’t feel anymore What the **** is wrong with me Every touch could be my last sensation Someone please help me I’m running out of patience **** God Who the **** are you I’d like to talk to him I’d like to meet him Ask him why he’s doing this to me Why did you give me so much I’m losing a battle I was forced to fight It doesn’t seem right I’m losing the light In my eyes glassing over With each pathetic petty interaction Put on my mask and dance Dance you ******* monkey Smile for the camera Spin around and take a bow I didn’t ******* ask for this I didn’t ask to be here I didn’t ask to be alive I didn’t ask to be sad I didn’t ask to be They keep telling me Everyone has a purpose in this world Well maybe mine is to be ******* fodder For the worms Maggots eat through my body and lay their eggs Let them swim down my throat and through my eyes Maybe then I would see what this world really wants from me I wish I could feel No sensations anymore No touch I feel like I’m floating Everything tastes like bile My mind lagging behind my body like watching an old movie Look left; look right Step one; two Itch; scratch Breathe; cough Hurts; stop Eyes; burn Stare; through Laugh; stand up Walk; now smile Isn’t this fun? Let’s do this again. Same time tomorrow?

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