"godling" poems - Hello Poetry

An hour of terror lost, and fighting. Even under the eminent cerulean sky the truth of shadows remains. Light means nothing here, where tumbleweeds turn to wolves, and the slightest brush is enough to scare me from my skin. Enough is enough! In fear and no faith I cannot face these demons again. They say He'll save me and tell me to find the light but all he is, a godling, the origin of this fight. Sandy footsteps turn to pounding against the hard porch steps of my nearing tomb.. Match and gas Gas and match and a shaky grasp. I stop, run my fingertips over the veneer of the stair once more. Flick. My liquid savior kindles so quickly Flames engulf the world But wait, still dark.. He's here.

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Sep 22, 2014

Sep 22, 2014 at 5:41 AM UTC

Nicol-g

"He" Doesn't Save the Black Sheep

An hour of terror lost, and fighting. Even under the eminent cerulean sky the truth of shadows remains. Light means nothing here, where tumbleweeds turn to wolves, and the slightest brush is enough to scare me from my skin. Enough is enough! In fear and no faith I cannot face these demons again. They say He'll save me and tell me to find the light but all he is, a godling, the origin of this fight. Sandy footsteps turn to pounding against the hard porch steps of my nearing tomb.. Match and gas Gas and match and a shaky grasp. I stop, run my fingertips over the veneer of the stair once more. Flick. My liquid savior kindles so quickly Flames engulf the world But wait, still dark.. He's here.

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Am I plain stone? To be thrown far from the eyesight Am I skin of the tiger To be stepped by soulless merchant Am I blood soaked by relative fellow? Am I a lost tribe’s leader? To be adored as saint Am I lost prophet? To be searched in caves where the Jinni settled his colony Am I a Jurassic fossil? To be displayed in a crystal cube Am I a jasmine essence? To be smelled after third millennium Am I lost planet The curse of mankind Am I paradigm of goodness? To be diminished by surrenderance Am I perfect mischief? To be hailed as a Gospel chant Am I wing of purple angel To bring you shade While you search for knowledge Am I supersensible tune? To be played by enlightened heartstring Am I aerial spirit? To bring you storm In a midday when the sun Reads its quatrain Am I a cosmic fluid? To be dispersed as a star dust Am I divine enough? To rejoice for a cosmic harmony Am I the bell from the angel’s wings? To bell the beginning of a new prophecy Am I a saint that shows hardly his miracle? To be later adored as Godling Am I pure water from the desert’s spring? To be drunk on the moment of death Am I death of Art? To be reborn by Theurgy Am I a drunken lover in Love? To be perished in the quantum of photon Am I stupid to reveal a new discovery? So you may pity or You may salute and laude And so, and so, and so on.

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Apr 18, 2012

Apr 18, 2012 at 7:44 AM UTC

fahredin-shehu

Questions of Angeloid

Am I plain stone? To be thrown far from the eyesight Am I skin of the tiger To be stepped by soulless merchant Am I blood soaked by relative fellow? Am I a lost tribe’s leader? To be adored as saint Am I lost prophet? To be searched in caves where the Jinni settled his colony Am I a Jurassic fossil? To be displayed in a crystal cube Am I a jasmine essence? To be smelled after third millennium Am I lost planet The curse of mankind Am I paradigm of goodness? To be diminished by surrenderance Am I perfect mischief? To be hailed as a Gospel chant Am I wing of purple angel To bring you shade While you search for knowledge Am I supersensible tune? To be played by enlightened heartstring Am I aerial spirit? To bring you storm In a midday when the sun Reads its quatrain Am I a cosmic fluid? To be dispersed as a star dust Am I divine enough? To rejoice for a cosmic harmony Am I the bell from the angel’s wings? To bell the beginning of a new prophecy Am I a saint that shows hardly his miracle? To be later adored as Godling Am I pure water from the desert’s spring? To be drunk on the moment of death Am I death of Art? To be reborn by Theurgy Am I a drunken lover in Love? To be perished in the quantum of photon Am I stupid to reveal a new discovery? So you may pity or You may salute and laude And so, and so, and so on.

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"Magey chooti Deiyo" she says; my little Godling These words of affection gently caress her heart fabric as if feathered over and over to stop the bleeding.

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Nov 13, 2017

Nov 13, 2017 at 8:20 AM UTC

munch-gee

Godling

"Magey chooti Deiyo" she says; my little Godling These words of affection gently caress her heart fabric as if feathered over and over to stop the bleeding.

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