"glimse" poems - Hello Poetry

Beware the serpent of ancient times his tongue is tainted with inhuman lies The promise of power and peace as he slithers, gifts that he has no intent to deliver Guard yourself from the bonding of all for it will lead us to Eden's fall A glimse into seven years of tribulation When those of God will suffer segregation Take no mark that they beseat you Ignore the mind...the soul will stay true Follow the word for the path lies within Accept the love to banish the sin...............

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Jul 4, 2011

Jul 4, 2011 at 10:20 PM UTC

angela

Banish The Sin

Beware the serpent of ancient times his tongue is tainted with inhuman lies The promise of power and peace as he slithers, gifts that he has no intent to deliver Guard yourself from the bonding of all for it will lead us to Eden's fall A glimse into seven years of tribulation When those of God will suffer segregation Take no mark that they beseat you Ignore the mind...the soul will stay true Follow the word for the path lies within Accept the love to banish the sin...............

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As I wake to a subtle glimse of streaks of your crimson long hair & golden skin umongst the forrest essembled thick white sheets I crave you.. I crave you as though you weren't mine at all as though I had meet you drunk the night before in a hunt for nothing but the thrill of one night, and have just realized how beautiful you actually are in the light of the pale morning. I crave you in silent doses of visions of you naked/vulnerable, my mind withdraws from such thoughts, such cravings.. as though I had come to a sudden realization that this foreign drug that has let my hormones spiral in a seemingly uncontrollable tornado are merely symptoms of its side effects. (Lust)

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Dec 13, 2013

Dec 13, 2013 at 10:34 PM UTC

leks

The Art of Lust.

As I wake to a subtle glimse of streaks of your crimson long hair & golden skin umongst the forrest essembled thick white sheets I crave you.. I crave you as though you weren't mine at all as though I had meet you drunk the night before in a hunt for nothing but the thrill of one night, and have just realized how beautiful you actually are in the light of the pale morning. I crave you in silent doses of visions of you naked/vulnerable, my mind withdraws from such thoughts, such cravings.. as though I had come to a sudden realization that this foreign drug that has let my hormones spiral in a seemingly uncontrollable tornado are merely symptoms of its side effects. (Lust)

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there you are. behind the shoulders and smiles of everybody else. i thought i was standing beside you. i try and catch your eye, i reach between the shoving arms, momentarily, i touch your sleeve, but then you are too far away. i politely try and make my way, i gently push at the wall of bodies. some give way, most crowd me out. i can hear your voice, i can see a glimse of your hair, i try and see a way through, to where you live. i call for you. and you say: 'but i'm right here?' i push harder, i shove at the shoulders, the elbows, the backs. i tear at the silks. you frown at my urgency. you anger at my irrationality. you don't understand, that i cannot reach you. the ghosts press closer to you they leer at me they mock my futility they know what i don't. you cannot see, the spaces that's there. you cannot see the need, to tell me what you feel. i think i'm tired, of pushing against the ghosts. of fighting, against what you can't see. then maybe, i must just let the crowd carry you away.

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Nov 18, 2010

Nov 18, 2010 at 5:13 AM UTC

adele-horn

the crowd

there you are. behind the shoulders and smiles of everybody else. i thought i was standing beside you. i try and catch your eye, i reach between the shoving arms, momentarily, i touch your sleeve, but then you are too far away. i politely try and make my way, i gently push at the wall of bodies. some give way, most crowd me out. i can hear your voice, i can see a glimse of your hair, i try and see a way through, to where you live. i call for you. and you say: 'but i'm right here?' i push harder, i shove at the shoulders, the elbows, the backs. i tear at the silks. you frown at my urgency. you anger at my irrationality. you don't understand, that i cannot reach you. the ghosts press closer to you they leer at me they mock my futility they know what i don't. you cannot see, the spaces that's there. you cannot see the need, to tell me what you feel. i think i'm tired, of pushing against the ghosts. of fighting, against what you can't see. then maybe, i must just let the crowd carry you away.

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Come inside Enter into me into the broken down palace that bears my heart Through the doors You can search for me in the many neverending rooms That one I am lost in A peek through the shattered windows a glance into my eyes could show you a glimse Of my lonely Empty SoulSoul Take a step then another and try to answer my thoughts and questions but instead of a stand still Listen to the silence echoing throughout the palace a silent whisper to quiet my screams Look carefully around you for the light is dim in the dark hallways and chambers you might just miss what you're looking for Remember to mark your trail you have traveled on through all the twists and turnsturns May let you forget the way out After some time has passed and still you can't find me just get up and leave this place for I'm not worth finding anyways Before you go and shut the door to my heart know that wherever I may be hiding at least you can say you tried to set a little light my way But it's sad to say that I'll remain behind these Palace doors all alone except for my stirring thoughts my Empty Soul and at last my broken heart

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Oct 11, 2016

Oct 11, 2016 at 4:16 AM UTC

mandy-klein

The Palace

Come inside Enter into me into the broken down palace that bears my heart Through the doors You can search for me in the many neverending rooms That one I am lost in A peek through the shattered windows a glance into my eyes could show you a glimse Of my lonely Empty SoulSoul Take a step then another and try to answer my thoughts and questions but instead of a stand still Listen to the silence echoing throughout the palace a silent whisper to quiet my screams Look carefully around you for the light is dim in the dark hallways and chambers you might just miss what you're looking for Remember to mark your trail you have traveled on through all the twists and turnsturns May let you forget the way out After some time has passed and still you can't find me just get up and leave this place for I'm not worth finding anyways Before you go and shut the door to my heart know that wherever I may be hiding at least you can say you tried to set a little light my way But it's sad to say that I'll remain behind these Palace doors all alone except for my stirring thoughts my Empty Soul and at last my broken heart

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I love you, but I cannot The gap is great between us. It's grieving me in my heart To have you in my mind lost. The first day that we two met Was one of my happiest. My spirits, it jumped in mirth To have a glimse of your face. Back then, I've been wondering What else could we two become? But the truth keeps reminding We two as friends, that is all. I love you, but I cannot This I ever sacrifice. If we shall meet in that land I shall give you loving kiss.

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Mar 17, 2013

Mar 17, 2013 at 10:32 PM UTC

alan-1

I love you, but I cannot

I love you, but I cannot The gap is great between us. It's grieving me in my heart To have you in my mind lost. The first day that we two met Was one of my happiest. My spirits, it jumped in mirth To have a glimse of your face. Back then, I've been wondering What else could we two become? But the truth keeps reminding We two as friends, that is all. I love you, but I cannot This I ever sacrifice. If we shall meet in that land I shall give you loving kiss.

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My heart pumps like in over flowing river My palms are sweaty , hearts racing As I gaze at a woman who's small in figure but mighty in heart A woman who's smile brightens the darkest caves A woman so beautiful not even the sun in the sky could dem her shine A woman so beautiful not even hatred it self could keep a frown once it caught a glimse of her presence Her eyes sparkle like glitter like roses in the medows,she's sweet and delicate attracting men's attention like magnets Men always buzzing around like flys but only to be pushed away like revolving doors because her heart has already been captured and hidden for safe keeping To protect her from the creeping lions that rome at night looking to devour a poor defensive fawn out on its on

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Aug 28, 2014

Aug 28, 2014 at 9:23 AM UTC

marcus-harris

Procted Love

My heart pumps like in over flowing river My palms are sweaty , hearts racing As I gaze at a woman who's small in figure but mighty in heart A woman who's smile brightens the darkest caves A woman so beautiful not even the sun in the sky could dem her shine A woman so beautiful not even hatred it self could keep a frown once it caught a glimse of her presence Her eyes sparkle like glitter like roses in the medows,she's sweet and delicate attracting men's attention like magnets Men always buzzing around like flys but only to be pushed away like revolving doors because her heart has already been captured and hidden for safe keeping To protect her from the creeping lions that rome at night looking to devour a poor defensive fawn out on its on

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A thick and lustrous breeze, my mind should be at ease beneath the sky and trees are only lonely, sullen thoughts. Surrounded by a crowd. Confused, distracted, loud. One dark ominous cloud looming overhead. Time is slowly passing by, waiting for the fire in the sky, Catch a glimse of you, I try.. Feeling lost in familiar faces. I want to be with you here, see you smile and feel you near. To watch the sparkling lights appear within your sunburnt arms. But, he's looking in suspicion, he can sense my rogue ambition. I can't contain this hot contrition boiling in my veins. As the sun parts ways with sky, the voices start to die. Fire dances way up high, I connect my eyes with yours. As the booms are softly fading, I picture myself staying; being bored, with-held and wading in unspoken, writhing angst. I want your lips to invade me, your fingers to persuade me, your body to cascade me until we reach abyss. But I'll watch the lights, composed; his hand on mine, exposed. Feelings - in a box; enclosed and pretending to be fine. And when the sky is dark, the crowds vacate the park, I'll still picture the fervent spark within me - spreading quickly.

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Jun 27, 2019

Jun 27, 2019 at 1:56 PM UTC

tara-antonini

Cascade Me

A thick and lustrous breeze, my mind should be at ease beneath the sky and trees are only lonely, sullen thoughts. Surrounded by a crowd. Confused, distracted, loud. One dark ominous cloud looming overhead. Time is slowly passing by, waiting for the fire in the sky, Catch a glimse of you, I try.. Feeling lost in familiar faces. I want to be with you here, see you smile and feel you near. To watch the sparkling lights appear within your sunburnt arms. But, he's looking in suspicion, he can sense my rogue ambition. I can't contain this hot contrition boiling in my veins. As the sun parts ways with sky, the voices start to die. Fire dances way up high, I connect my eyes with yours. As the booms are softly fading, I picture myself staying; being bored, with-held and wading in unspoken, writhing angst. I want your lips to invade me, your fingers to persuade me, your body to cascade me until we reach abyss. But I'll watch the lights, composed; his hand on mine, exposed. Feelings - in a box; enclosed and pretending to be fine. And when the sky is dark, the crowds vacate the park, I'll still picture the fervent spark within me - spreading quickly.

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Sometimes, I see him, that child running. He merrily hops on the broken tiles. The tiles crack and shatter underneath his feet. The sounds that they make pleases him. Sometimes, I see them, momentus glimses in the night sky. They shoot across the glimmering canvas. I wonder how many, witnessed this fleeting glimse? Sometimes, I see myself in places I have never been. I run in the sand, swim in the sea. I touch the snow and feel the cold. I smell the fresh air and swat the bugs away. I see it all so clearely. And in those sometimes, I am made undoubtly happy.

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Mar 22, 2020

Mar 22, 2020 at 11:29 PM UTC

athu

Sometimes

Sometimes, I see him, that child running. He merrily hops on the broken tiles. The tiles crack and shatter underneath his feet. The sounds that they make pleases him. Sometimes, I see them, momentus glimses in the night sky. They shoot across the glimmering canvas. I wonder how many, witnessed this fleeting glimse? Sometimes, I see myself in places I have never been. I run in the sand, swim in the sea. I touch the snow and feel the cold. I smell the fresh air and swat the bugs away. I see it all so clearely. And in those sometimes, I am made undoubtly happy.

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