"grib" poems - Hello Poetry

mana dvēsele man teica, ka tā jūtas nedaudz iesprostota tā teica, ka manā ķermenī tai nepietiek vietas tā laužas ārā tā cenšas izlauzties brīvībā tā grib lidot būt brīva kā putns tālēs zilajās reizēm ieslēdzot dvēseles mūziku es zinu, ka tā jūt tā pazīst savu mūziku kā gans pazīst savas avis tad mana dvēsele dejo tā dejo manā ķermenī vairs neuztraucoties par vietu, jo tā jūtas laimīga un pilnīga laime un pilnība ir salīdzināma ar māju sajūtu dvēseles mūzika rod šo māju sajūtu kad nekas netrūkst esi tikai tu tavs ķermenis tava dvēsele un mūzika visas šīs lietas saplūst kopā un tās sauc par mājām

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Oct 26, 2016

Oct 26, 2016 at 4:12 PM UTC

cynthiamaria

ķermeņa deja

mana dvēsele man teica, ka tā jūtas nedaudz iesprostota tā teica, ka manā ķermenī tai nepietiek vietas tā laužas ārā tā cenšas izlauzties brīvībā tā grib lidot būt brīva kā putns tālēs zilajās reizēm ieslēdzot dvēseles mūziku es zinu, ka tā jūt tā pazīst savu mūziku kā gans pazīst savas avis tad mana dvēsele dejo tā dejo manā ķermenī vairs neuztraucoties par vietu, jo tā jūtas laimīga un pilnīga laime un pilnība ir salīdzināma ar māju sajūtu dvēseles mūzika rod šo māju sajūtu kad nekas netrūkst esi tikai tu tavs ķermenis tava dvēsele un mūzika visas šīs lietas saplūst kopā un tās sauc par mājām

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Hot dripping air What I was doing Was not that much rare But something was meant to be special Me clueless of what's happening We all playing some stuff But there was a guy examining The hot driping air He wasn't the charming one But he got the ocean eyes That grib my heart for seconds And then it ached due to interests Unaffected by my ache Not familiar with my crush He was still examining the air Me being puzzled in the group That is known for fun I wanted to just escape some Seconds from the crowd The stuff that they were playing Was truth and dare I chose the exception this time And got the desirable Task was to company that guy Who wasn't interested in stuff Who was so rough And acts more tough He being considered the danger zone Cool dudes thought it would Be disaster But that was all I wanted I wanted that task and Company the air examination It wasn't that hard Nor that easy I had my guard But I was also scared He wasn't taht disinteresting Yes he was exceptional I wanted to sit a while longer I like my friends And he then became my friend This is how a dumb ***** Met an exceptional boy And he passed that smile Which could carry me to miles Thus meeting was cosy And thus was how I know him .

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Mar 6, 2021

Mar 6, 2021 at 2:28 PM UTC

yamini-1

That exceptional boy

Hot dripping air What I was doing Was not that much rare But something was meant to be special Me clueless of what's happening We all playing some stuff But there was a guy examining The hot driping air He wasn't the charming one But he got the ocean eyes That grib my heart for seconds And then it ached due to interests Unaffected by my ache Not familiar with my crush He was still examining the air Me being puzzled in the group That is known for fun I wanted to just escape some Seconds from the crowd The stuff that they were playing Was truth and dare I chose the exception this time And got the desirable Task was to company that guy Who wasn't interested in stuff Who was so rough And acts more tough He being considered the danger zone Cool dudes thought it would Be disaster But that was all I wanted I wanted that task and Company the air examination It wasn't that hard Nor that easy I had my guard But I was also scared He wasn't taht disinteresting Yes he was exceptional I wanted to sit a while longer I like my friends And he then became my friend This is how a dumb ***** Met an exceptional boy And he passed that smile Which could carry me to miles Thus meeting was cosy And thus was how I know him .

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what lerks behind these prison walls where death pace up and down the halls deep inside the prison cells are pitch black souls that scream and yell extend their hands that grib and pull these cold iron bars the faceless souls inside death row tells who we are

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Sep 27, 2014

Sep 27, 2014 at 1:05 PM UTC

stu-harley

The Faceless Souls

what lerks behind these prison walls where death pace up and down the halls deep inside the prison cells are pitch black souls that scream and yell extend their hands that grib and pull these cold iron bars the faceless souls inside death row tells who we are

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