"haggardly" poems
This night the wind grew so chilled as a moist rainy season.
the air no stopped thrashing haggardly in an awful spray.
the suspended leaves are hovered and folded up and down .
as a hellish decorum .
as sorrowful sea rendering a sinister reminisce .
of furrow war that she is trying to get the golden sea pebble laying upon its edge .
deemed into red liquid fade and sullen as dead,
to be cleaned ******
i felt this horror night deep down my vein in painful response and wander.
i remembered that i have been targeting in somehow ode way.
with revengeful knack.
i never been beguiled.
but i trusted the shimmered night, as a night for my foe.
still moving in me with similarly of dulling and no dawdling.
dragging me out of the course then and now.
and i felt my struggle going down a mop.
though i have a heart full of courage and action .
i never spoke of that tragedy yet.
but my heart is submerged of the sad decay.
and my front head is red of the rays gleaming of its span.
this is downturn .
it gave me nothing but nightmare for company.
flinging in any while at me the uncovered ground.
and cheating as the real saprophyte way .
oh... horror ..
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 11:16 AM UTC
Heroic horses hammering holy heaven,
Hooves hounding, horseshoes howling,
Hot heads hurtling headlong on the horizon,
Handsomest horses hacking habitually,
Hugely-hung hoses hanging out hellishly,
Hardy and hardening, heartily heartening,
Harping at heartstrings, harmonious harkening.
Hades the hell-spawn harnessing hedonism,
Heckling horses, harassing the harmony,
Hot-blooded horses, huffy and hungrily,
Hearken the hell-dog, hail him and hallow him,
Hellbent and heinous, horse hearts are harvested,
Hundreds of horses haemorrhage helplessly,
Harrowing Hellscape, hostile humidity,
Haggardly horses hunching haphazardly,
Half-dead and hateful, harshly and hardily,
Hardhearted horses hurting and hurtling,
Heroes of history, humbled in hopelessness,
Holiest horses, howling and hollering -
Heeding honor! Hailing Hell!
Jun 25, 2025
Jun 25, 2025 at 1:25 PM UTC
Cut the silky stretched string
Till the crawling spider screams
And the flies sing fluttering
Beaming with unrelenting joy
As their eight legged nightmare
Goes tumbling down there
Then haggardly staggers away
In terror and agony
Feeling what it is like to be
The prey
Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 4:33 AM UTC
among the skies a streak of light
a blade of snow, a flake of grass
a shard of glass in my breath
a shard of glass in my breath
and her pair of placid lips
her gentle eyelids, locked in embrace
let her go, but i must
let her go, i must
my lips i lay against hers
blowing in a wisp of breath
a shard of glass in my breath
a shard of glass in my breath
and as her eyelids haggardly delay
where Moonlight shyly kisses waters
my love alone, i placed
in the safest haven i know
let her go, but i have
let her go, i have
love, we shall meet
i whisper to her soul
i hustle along
my breath a shard of glass
time, it isn’t yet
but i know what is
for us to reunite
stand against but they
against my harmless bias
but alas, i have desires
and from my grieving land
with my love, i elope
they may mourn tomorrow
but why i do not grasp
when they call me creator
and she, my creation.
Nov 17, 2017
Nov 17, 2017 at 3:45 PM UTC
among the skies, a streak of light
a blade of snow, a flake of grass
a shard of glass in my breath
a shard of glass in my breath
and her pair of placid lips
her gentle eyelids, locked in embrace
let her go, but i must
let her go, i must
my lips i lay against hers
blowing in a wisp of breath
a shard if glass in my breath
a shard of glass in my breath
and as her eyelids haggardly delay
where Moonlight shyly kisses waters
my love alone, i placed
in the safest haven i know
let her go, but i have
let her go, i have
love, we shall meet
i whisper to her soul
i hustle along
my breath a shard of glass
time, it isn’t yet
but i know what is
for us to reunite
stand against but they
against my harmless bias
but alas, i have desires
and from my grieving land
with my love, i elope
they may mourn tomorrow
but why i do not grasp
when they call me creator
and she, my creation.
Nov 17, 2017
Nov 17, 2017 at 4:02 AM UTC