"glimspe" poems - Hello Poetry

look down into me, see my light, it glows in color, it glows in white, it knows no bounderies, and asks for no limits, I hear a whisper, and see a glimspe of, a thought in the air, an idea in the head, like ive said, neither or all are dead

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Nov 20, 2011

Nov 20, 2011 at 9:17 PM UTC

tia

blink back

look down into me, see my light, it glows in color, it glows in white, it knows no bounderies, and asks for no limits, I hear a whisper, and see a glimspe of, a thought in the air, an idea in the head, like ive said, neither or all are dead

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fraction of a second or less my eyes behold an eagle in pause from its flight in the swirling air then a loud screech fills the air, wonder what it's announcing: a mouse dead or spring come alive?

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Feb 17, 2016

Feb 17, 2016 at 10:02 PM UTC

tulipchowdhury11yahoocom

a glimspe

fraction of a second or less my eyes behold an eagle in pause from its flight in the swirling air then a loud screech fills the air, wonder what it's announcing: a mouse dead or spring come alive?

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I ride around my small little town.. I see myself riding my bike down those streets and sidewalks.. Memories run back to me on this little drive of mine.. Seems so very long ago.. Playing football at the park.. Racing down those hills.. I drive around my small little town.. Things have changed.. Even the days themselves.. Sometimes the nights look like they did when I was young.. I get a glimspe of magic from a star.. Summer loves fade.. I ride around my small little town.. My memories sing to me .. To remember is a gift.. A gift you can always give yourself.. And you will never be disappointed.. So go take a ride..

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Jan 31, 2014

Jan 31, 2014 at 5:17 PM UTC

solaces

I ride around my small little town

I ride around my small little town.. I see myself riding my bike down those streets and sidewalks.. Memories run back to me on this little drive of mine.. Seems so very long ago.. Playing football at the park.. Racing down those hills.. I drive around my small little town.. Things have changed.. Even the days themselves.. Sometimes the nights look like they did when I was young.. I get a glimspe of magic from a star.. Summer loves fade.. I ride around my small little town.. My memories sing to me .. To remember is a gift.. A gift you can always give yourself.. And you will never be disappointed.. So go take a ride..

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you can never have too many flowers and if not for simply love perhaps for sympathy i perceive unique perfections in the fullness of bouquets and the life they bring to the rise of the morning and then dim silence of the night i admire the aesthetic that they grant glass coffee tables and island counter spaces i enjoy the glimspe of colors on city street corners atop the bedside tables of broken hearted girls within the hands of lifetime lovers and softly laid in remembrance from the dirt in which they came like we alive in the spirit of gifting our innate love to another like flowers to mean something to somebody

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May 10, 2022

May 10, 2022 at 11:18 PM UTC

bykarleigh

you can never have too many flowers

you can never have too many flowers and if not for simply love perhaps for sympathy i perceive unique perfections in the fullness of bouquets and the life they bring to the rise of the morning and then dim silence of the night i admire the aesthetic that they grant glass coffee tables and island counter spaces i enjoy the glimspe of colors on city street corners atop the bedside tables of broken hearted girls within the hands of lifetime lovers and softly laid in remembrance from the dirt in which they came like we alive in the spirit of gifting our innate love to another like flowers to mean something to somebody

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Unwind and let loose. Loose. To the constant noose. Around my throat. Around my life. For what will come loose. When the knot is pulled free. A gasp of air. A sight of freedom. Or is it a glimspe of life.

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Nov 16, 2017

Nov 16, 2017 at 10:25 PM UTC

Blackisthetaintedsoul

Exposure

Unwind and let loose. Loose. To the constant noose. Around my throat. Around my life. For what will come loose. When the knot is pulled free. A gasp of air. A sight of freedom. Or is it a glimspe of life.

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