"glown" poems - Hello Poetry

Let me keep in secrecy the troubles that have befallen me. For if she sees the worries written upon me she's sure to make note and in turn ask me for my reasons of longing. My sudden unbelonging for it is not here I want to be, cast into shadows walking amongst the lost and forgotten treading on a muddy Valley floor whos paths were long worn and trotted with many a misery, and snare. Please let my feet not fail me nor my minds eyes bury me in fear. Let these tribulations befuddle me no more instead place my mind on beauty and lend me a message of hope and prosperity a figurative ladder to reach heights of lights gleaned with Emerald ethereal glow and plate colors pure as snow glown in strewn out rows across the skies like Aurora Borealis

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May 5, 2022

May 5, 2022 at 5:27 PM UTC

cody-austin-williams

Worried knot

Let me keep in secrecy the troubles that have befallen me. For if she sees the worries written upon me she's sure to make note and in turn ask me for my reasons of longing. My sudden unbelonging for it is not here I want to be, cast into shadows walking amongst the lost and forgotten treading on a muddy Valley floor whos paths were long worn and trotted with many a misery, and snare. Please let my feet not fail me nor my minds eyes bury me in fear. Let these tribulations befuddle me no more instead place my mind on beauty and lend me a message of hope and prosperity a figurative ladder to reach heights of lights gleaned with Emerald ethereal glow and plate colors pure as snow glown in strewn out rows across the skies like Aurora Borealis

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hello again odd-book, been a minute since breathless words have fallen here. since this hand struck words from self-interred meter. and longer still since pen- aided conception has glown through adverbial muck. and again odd-book, with pages of many facet, resentment is not found when returning to the Universal. repentance with slurred words – with qualming hands – never again to feel necessitation when returning home. when returning with seriousless vanity to witness some re- flection of age since past. and here odd-book, has been created metic- ulous noise. here has been beauty expressed, alongside glory’s antithesis. here be- came an ‘I’ that is new, that is ruined and interregna, that’s in whole encephalic. and here again, odd-book, “i am dandelion, i am magnolia, i am albatross."

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Feb 1, 2014

Feb 1, 2014 at 4:56 PM UTC

townsendfm

re: thought-book

hello again odd-book, been a minute since breathless words have fallen here. since this hand struck words from self-interred meter. and longer still since pen- aided conception has glown through adverbial muck. and again odd-book, with pages of many facet, resentment is not found when returning to the Universal. repentance with slurred words – with qualming hands – never again to feel necessitation when returning home. when returning with seriousless vanity to witness some re- flection of age since past. and here odd-book, has been created metic- ulous noise. here has been beauty expressed, alongside glory’s antithesis. here be- came an ‘I’ that is new, that is ruined and interregna, that’s in whole encephalic. and here again, odd-book, “i am dandelion, i am magnolia, i am albatross."

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Night, beautiful night But why beautiful, I asked You are just void, Dark, as if hiding in a shadow, Signify inexistence Then what makes you beautiful. Light, the night murmured faint dispersed light running through me, Making me visible enough to be visualized If if were not for that something I have always been against, I would have never glown in the dark, Lost forever in existence.

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Jun 7, 2019

Jun 7, 2019 at 7:48 AM UTC

rahul-tripathy

Night

Night, beautiful night But why beautiful, I asked You are just void, Dark, as if hiding in a shadow, Signify inexistence Then what makes you beautiful. Light, the night murmured faint dispersed light running through me, Making me visible enough to be visualized If if were not for that something I have always been against, I would have never glown in the dark, Lost forever in existence.

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How come i can be this longing Bare with me if you mind to sing Telling you now not mean to cling Just letting my mine been digging Only to you be bring closer in you Only for you be true closure of you Never been told these will making us None told as growing deeper as cause Tonight what i feel isn't for me only You will see what i can feel with folly You can laugh as you can see free in me This is what will shown for you and me Be missing of you bring star faded Being with you star glowing as beaded So glown sparked me, cant even close... Won't Close my eyes for just second pose I need to see you.

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May 14, 2017

May 14, 2017 at 9:22 AM UTC

RenzoAndy

I need to see you.

How come i can be this longing Bare with me if you mind to sing Telling you now not mean to cling Just letting my mine been digging Only to you be bring closer in you Only for you be true closure of you Never been told these will making us None told as growing deeper as cause Tonight what i feel isn't for me only You will see what i can feel with folly You can laugh as you can see free in me This is what will shown for you and me Be missing of you bring star faded Being with you star glowing as beaded So glown sparked me, cant even close... Won't Close my eyes for just second pose I need to see you.

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don't ever forget to drop to your knees and be grateful for opportunity lowered by winged white into laps lonesome this chance this life yes, free will is yours as well but, these moments the not-so-subtle nudges and the whispers that surf the wind after it stands still for - so - long don't forget to be grateful for that could-be bestowed upon us marked, holy we are pocket blooms of clover fields lucky the fates toil not this hard unless sacrosanct potential brims not just for us - but, to share there will be so much it will overflow out of us and we will laugh, humbly at scarcity-fraught mentalities so, thank you for being exactly who you are: beautiful boy with tarnished halo (no worries though - I will lick it till it spit-shines and polish on my gold-flecked fleece) and your basketcase of trinkets blathering contents crooked and bizarre (BTW, I still loves them) if you were not, precisely these psyche spatters and glitch patterns you would not have given me a second glance... we will make picnics out of our spastic baskets finding we can dine on the grist and feed the eyes of our hearts so, I say yes to us - no matter what we are: friends, editors, syntactic twins, long-distance synaptic co-captains, creative cohorts rapping across easels, and perhaps even, angelic mirrors worshipping at bioluminescent altars, getting minds, hearts, insides glown w i d e open by white splatter streaks blowing phosphor all over this space that definitely exists in us ... I'm cool with whatever though :)

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Aug 7, 2017

Aug 7, 2017 at 11:15 AM UTC

everlastingcherry

delish

don't ever forget to drop to your knees and be grateful for opportunity lowered by winged white into laps lonesome this chance this life yes, free will is yours as well but, these moments the not-so-subtle nudges and the whispers that surf the wind after it stands still for - so - long don't forget to be grateful for that could-be bestowed upon us marked, holy we are pocket blooms of clover fields lucky the fates toil not this hard unless sacrosanct potential brims not just for us - but, to share there will be so much it will overflow out of us and we will laugh, humbly at scarcity-fraught mentalities so, thank you for being exactly who you are: beautiful boy with tarnished halo (no worries though - I will lick it till it spit-shines and polish on my gold-flecked fleece) and your basketcase of trinkets blathering contents crooked and bizarre (BTW, I still loves them) if you were not, precisely these psyche spatters and glitch patterns you would not have given me a second glance... we will make picnics out of our spastic baskets finding we can dine on the grist and feed the eyes of our hearts so, I say yes to us - no matter what we are: friends, editors, syntactic twins, long-distance synaptic co-captains, creative cohorts rapping across easels, and perhaps even, angelic mirrors worshipping at bioluminescent altars, getting minds, hearts, insides glown w i d e open by white splatter streaks blowing phosphor all over this space that definitely exists in us ... I'm cool with whatever though :)

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