"griffon" poems - Hello Poetry

Rescued beasts brought into my home not my children. Small bearded creatures, who so loudly exclaim at three A.M. not security conscience, nor do they even really care. They are just a couple of night-jerks. Furry little night-jerks.

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Sep 24, 2014

Sep 24, 2014 at 4:34 AM UTC

andrew-marshall-alper

Ode On A Pair Of Brussels Griffon

Rescued beasts brought into my home not my children. Small bearded creatures, who so loudly exclaim at three A.M. not security conscience, nor do they even really care. They are just a couple of night-jerks. Furry little night-jerks.

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Remember, Days folded beneath caverns caved in blanketed ice, She's a griffon, or a way, to be something else, Already not confounded, I breathe my last, Breathe of solitude entering a form of reason and thought so, perfect, Already I know the ground, does not delay, clay vantage points, and constant fears of disaster, Truce? Draw? Whatever collapse that keeps us calm, Collected, Like warn out drawers, He cries, "Shallow not ye bothered quiver!" Also, Don't see the days that didn't make sense, That doesn't make sense, Welcome November

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Nov 6, 2015

Nov 6, 2015 at 6:43 PM UTC

dibbs

November Destiny

Remember, Days folded beneath caverns caved in blanketed ice, She's a griffon, or a way, to be something else, Already not confounded, I breathe my last, Breathe of solitude entering a form of reason and thought so, perfect, Already I know the ground, does not delay, clay vantage points, and constant fears of disaster, Truce? Draw? Whatever collapse that keeps us calm, Collected, Like warn out drawers, He cries, "Shallow not ye bothered quiver!" Also, Don't see the days that didn't make sense, That doesn't make sense, Welcome November

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She fell from the sky She clipped her wing I brought her food As much as I could bring But food she did not need Twas gold she craved I went to the castle with mighty speed And gave her the coins that I had saved She's ran across the island She flapped her giant wings Getting the greed somewhat frightened They were blown back by the wind A lovely friend A trusty companion Loyalty that will never end Star Scream; the Griffon

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Dec 29, 2018

Dec 29, 2018 at 7:24 PM UTC

syvispoetic

Star Scream

She fell from the sky She clipped her wing I brought her food As much as I could bring But food she did not need Twas gold she craved I went to the castle with mighty speed And gave her the coins that I had saved She's ran across the island She flapped her giant wings Getting the greed somewhat frightened They were blown back by the wind A lovely friend A trusty companion Loyalty that will never end Star Scream; the Griffon

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In the lore of leaves always Woman Moon light & sorcery combs Mysterious desire As transparent cities in my ribs make roots Scrimshaw jumble the sky and earth with mysterious kiss Ah, the self-fulfilling prophecy of griffon. Often i have felt griffon Within me as i read the curves of Woman Chanting spells and writing the stars within my kiss my lips form letters on your corners and combs the dark roster of remainder roots Within the potent growth of uncontainable desire. Dark is the unspoken desire That within me shapes a griffon Talons and the roar uniform of its roots Weird talents of Woman Release the door closed in me as you comb the tresses & the navel that moon envy in its monthly kiss Delicious kiss Stir desire Release the magic fur with combs Transform the inward griffon Come closer Woman The tree must spread its roots Dark are omens of roots Within the bedchamber there is only kiss luminous nefarious Woman i am appalling in my desire Transforms me into monstrous word, griffon no flesh but shadows within the combs Unfathomable combs Intoxicating roots the midnight eruption of griffon my beak kiss with hybrid desire such monstrous cage is the comely love of Woman She combs and polymorphs with a kiss now only roots the shapely diagrams of desire as a griffon sprouts feathers is bound to charms of sky clad Woman

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Jun 21, 2014

Jun 21, 2014 at 7:28 AM UTC

andrew-rymill

Night Griffon

In the lore of leaves always Woman Moon light & sorcery combs Mysterious desire As transparent cities in my ribs make roots Scrimshaw jumble the sky and earth with mysterious kiss Ah, the self-fulfilling prophecy of griffon. Often i have felt griffon Within me as i read the curves of Woman Chanting spells and writing the stars within my kiss my lips form letters on your corners and combs the dark roster of remainder roots Within the potent growth of uncontainable desire. Dark is the unspoken desire That within me shapes a griffon Talons and the roar uniform of its roots Weird talents of Woman Release the door closed in me as you comb the tresses & the navel that moon envy in its monthly kiss Delicious kiss Stir desire Release the magic fur with combs Transform the inward griffon Come closer Woman The tree must spread its roots Dark are omens of roots Within the bedchamber there is only kiss luminous nefarious Woman i am appalling in my desire Transforms me into monstrous word, griffon no flesh but shadows within the combs Unfathomable combs Intoxicating roots the midnight eruption of griffon my beak kiss with hybrid desire such monstrous cage is the comely love of Woman She combs and polymorphs with a kiss now only roots the shapely diagrams of desire as a griffon sprouts feathers is bound to charms of sky clad Woman

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After you crush and partook my humours A feeling station has built for doomers Named it after your dead corse cuticular Opposite to their black church for stumer Where Inferno requiem strum for whoever All about our transgressions watched by zoomer Nay alas thee sayeth, Nay alas thee sayeth Nay alas thee sayeth, Nay alas thee sayeth Nay alas thee sayeth, Nay alas thee sayeth You play sympathy for the devil So I am flibbertigibbet as usual Whose birth was foretold Who own merfolks griffon Wherefore good well has burnt the evil I want you best mine own old-old Nay alas thee sayeth, Nay alas thee sayeth Nay alas thee sayeth, Nay alas thee sayeth Nay alas thee sayeth, Nay alas thee sayeth

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Apr 3, 2017

Apr 3, 2017 at 1:29 PM UTC

I see you sitting there with a thumb in your mouth and you wonder why the words wont come out. The kid's too stout - he's too proud - too loud. The type to carry around a pouch of sauerkraut then pout when everything tastes south. Outstanding! He's damming the river to prevent the peasants from swimming, and doesn't realize the only thing keeping him afloat is down below. Hello? Turn them sky highs into clout, boy- make it snow! Lord of the purple prose - (what does he mean) who knows? Not me - I'm too busy dwindling the last of the rations; irrationally casting matches at a long list of parched cabins. How can you expect me to feed in an orderly fashion? I didn't reach the top link to eat without sending a message. Savage patch kid wielding lightsabers for utensils - We're a rare breed bred into existence to resist all that is vintage. Equipped with shark fangs and griffon wings, we're here to free the underlings from redundent sufferings. Please excuse the reign, it follows me wherever I go like a little lost dog caught up under my toe, gravitating towards my end-all deathblow.

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Dec 21, 2016

Dec 21, 2016 at 1:25 AM UTC

Bbbbbbbb

Guts Pecked Out

I see you sitting there with a thumb in your mouth and you wonder why the words wont come out. The kid's too stout - he's too proud - too loud. The type to carry around a pouch of sauerkraut then pout when everything tastes south. Outstanding! He's damming the river to prevent the peasants from swimming, and doesn't realize the only thing keeping him afloat is down below. Hello? Turn them sky highs into clout, boy- make it snow! Lord of the purple prose - (what does he mean) who knows? Not me - I'm too busy dwindling the last of the rations; irrationally casting matches at a long list of parched cabins. How can you expect me to feed in an orderly fashion? I didn't reach the top link to eat without sending a message. Savage patch kid wielding lightsabers for utensils - We're a rare breed bred into existence to resist all that is vintage. Equipped with shark fangs and griffon wings, we're here to free the underlings from redundent sufferings. Please excuse the reign, it follows me wherever I go like a little lost dog caught up under my toe, gravitating towards my end-all deathblow.

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A griffon fights leviathan upon my left forearm As phoenix rises underneath, regal rebirth from the war Clouds adorn my bicep Created as a place to play For curious birds drawn out of bones; Symbols of life's pain A charm is etched into my chest To ward away the wickedness, That surrounds me on my path And cheaply done tribal on my right shoulder, A remnant to teenage aftermath A mural of light and dark is juxtaposed From left to right upon my back Serves me as a guiding light And reminds me of my proper track Art is created of many forms And each of their beauties is akin I am living cautionary tale And a gorgeous canvas made of skin

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Feb 25, 2020

Feb 25, 2020 at 7:25 AM UTC

MikeStefan

Tattooed

A griffon fights leviathan upon my left forearm As phoenix rises underneath, regal rebirth from the war Clouds adorn my bicep Created as a place to play For curious birds drawn out of bones; Symbols of life's pain A charm is etched into my chest To ward away the wickedness, That surrounds me on my path And cheaply done tribal on my right shoulder, A remnant to teenage aftermath A mural of light and dark is juxtaposed From left to right upon my back Serves me as a guiding light And reminds me of my proper track Art is created of many forms And each of their beauties is akin I am living cautionary tale And a gorgeous canvas made of skin

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And There Were Three Late mark Griffon engine Spitfire is sliced apart by German gunfire. Defeat! Spit pilot takes to the silk and bails. He saw his executioner executed. Swift justice handed out by a Tempest. No one said the Salamander was in service. Volksjager peoples’ fighter, for everyone but only flown by the best, killed a Spitfire before a Tempest killed him. Did the **** pilot perish? Unlike the Spit pilot? Eyewitness to his own shoot down. Advanced air war 1945, Armageddon beckons. Enough! Time for a coffee and some biscuits, teen combat pilot dreams aside. I close my book and go to make a brew. No decaf for me. Need my caffeine before I battle the Luftwaffe in turbulent European skies. Shame I’ve no beer! Never mind about being there, seeing history made. German jet genesis, almost mastering state of the art piston engine fighters. Back to my book. At 17 my mates were out chasing girls, I was in the skies.

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Feb 6, 2018

Feb 6, 2018 at 5:19 PM UTC

nickarmbrister

And There Were Three

And There Were Three Late mark Griffon engine Spitfire is sliced apart by German gunfire. Defeat! Spit pilot takes to the silk and bails. He saw his executioner executed. Swift justice handed out by a Tempest. No one said the Salamander was in service. Volksjager peoples’ fighter, for everyone but only flown by the best, killed a Spitfire before a Tempest killed him. Did the **** pilot perish? Unlike the Spit pilot? Eyewitness to his own shoot down. Advanced air war 1945, Armageddon beckons. Enough! Time for a coffee and some biscuits, teen combat pilot dreams aside. I close my book and go to make a brew. No decaf for me. Need my caffeine before I battle the Luftwaffe in turbulent European skies. Shame I’ve no beer! Never mind about being there, seeing history made. German jet genesis, almost mastering state of the art piston engine fighters. Back to my book. At 17 my mates were out chasing girls, I was in the skies.

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