"hastely" poems - Hello Poetry

Once upon a twilight tingle, under the moonlit stars' twinkle Such a foul fowl, 'tis only a foul owl "What brings you here on this most auspacious night of nights?" I asked The task it brought, I knew not, I merely cowered, as it did growl I, with my guitar in hand, hastely jumped upon the warm sand, tipping, and tripping upon my towel, As the Owl, with it's luminous eyes, began to tread the now seemingly still and chilled soil, The ocean's roar slowly died down t'was not the only sound that began to silence itself even the pestilent winds around us fell idle to the ground My reverberating heartbeat now the only audible sound Fear finally finding sanctum in thoughts of logic Think my man, think strategic, for this is what you now can do Afright, now simple curiousity No necessity was it, t'was a simple question i began to skew, "what is your name, you obnoxious creature you?" The now appearing invisible predator corraled the picture on the back of my guitar and flew, cawwing merely once calmly "Who are you?"

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Feb 15, 2010

Feb 15, 2010 at 12:51 PM UTC

mustufa-raja

Foul Owl (Raven pardoy (Edagar Allen Poe)

Once upon a twilight tingle, under the moonlit stars' twinkle Such a foul fowl, 'tis only a foul owl "What brings you here on this most auspacious night of nights?" I asked The task it brought, I knew not, I merely cowered, as it did growl I, with my guitar in hand, hastely jumped upon the warm sand, tipping, and tripping upon my towel, As the Owl, with it's luminous eyes, began to tread the now seemingly still and chilled soil, The ocean's roar slowly died down t'was not the only sound that began to silence itself even the pestilent winds around us fell idle to the ground My reverberating heartbeat now the only audible sound Fear finally finding sanctum in thoughts of logic Think my man, think strategic, for this is what you now can do Afright, now simple curiousity No necessity was it, t'was a simple question i began to skew, "what is your name, you obnoxious creature you?" The now appearing invisible predator corraled the picture on the back of my guitar and flew, cawwing merely once calmly "Who are you?"

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Real love is in the hazy curve of the earth lined in cities and streetlights In men and monsters alike In mountains and valleys real love finds you and forces its way into your lungs pushes out through your fingers and onto the page from your pen Real love is in the depth of the action of feeling itself Not in some petty lust or the need to be touched The quiet yet resounding sentiment that if you don't find "the one" Then you will be blindsided forever by the harsh hands of a thousand one night stands You will be left empty in the kitchen sink This I see and hear in the bodies all around me And I've been ****** over as well as the next kid Wide eyed and innocent young thing force fed brine and **** I was in love with everyone and every thing that ever came near me Blinded into submission in the ignorance of my youth And I was taught that love was the feeling you felt when someone took you home or took you in That love was an idea long lost in fairy tales and **** posts from your drunken ex at three am And I got good at being let down time and time again by empty words or hushed sentiments spoken too hastely on the hardwood floor I got good at learning to document a fleeting thought or moment just to try to keep some light in me so I didn't drown in the endless sea of my nights alone And yeah the bottom of an empty bathtub became a second home but I have discovered that real love is as near as the grass under my feet The cracks in the street the ice in my drink There is a freedom and a weight in the weight of it all so the feeling that they try to destroy when we're small finds a way Through the pigment in our eyes to the countless times we are let down or let others down The earth resounds that real love Is in everything And that you Are apart of it all And one day it's all gonna break

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Jan 5, 2016

Jan 5, 2016 at 5:07 PM UTC

caroline-williams

It's all gonna break

Real love is in the hazy curve of the earth lined in cities and streetlights In men and monsters alike In mountains and valleys real love finds you and forces its way into your lungs pushes out through your fingers and onto the page from your pen Real love is in the depth of the action of feeling itself Not in some petty lust or the need to be touched The quiet yet resounding sentiment that if you don't find "the one" Then you will be blindsided forever by the harsh hands of a thousand one night stands You will be left empty in the kitchen sink This I see and hear in the bodies all around me And I've been ****** over as well as the next kid Wide eyed and innocent young thing force fed brine and **** I was in love with everyone and every thing that ever came near me Blinded into submission in the ignorance of my youth And I was taught that love was the feeling you felt when someone took you home or took you in That love was an idea long lost in fairy tales and **** posts from your drunken ex at three am And I got good at being let down time and time again by empty words or hushed sentiments spoken too hastely on the hardwood floor I got good at learning to document a fleeting thought or moment just to try to keep some light in me so I didn't drown in the endless sea of my nights alone And yeah the bottom of an empty bathtub became a second home but I have discovered that real love is as near as the grass under my feet The cracks in the street the ice in my drink There is a freedom and a weight in the weight of it all so the feeling that they try to destroy when we're small finds a way Through the pigment in our eyes to the countless times we are let down or let others down The earth resounds that real love Is in everything And that you Are apart of it all And one day it's all gonna break

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I am a City. Vivid. Strong. Taking all the footsteps, One by one, Tire tracks burning my face, And all the nothing people Will soon take me to be. I think of all my pitted surfaces Broken again and again, Hastely mended each time So they could only break me again. I feel the fire, Trembeling rock, And jets of water pounding against my pores. The nothing I will soon be is fast approaching. I slowly fall, Unnoticed and uncared for. Bit by bit, THUMP. A crew to fix me. THUMP. A little glue here and there. THUMP. Some cement should make it alright. They walk by , Seeing me fall apart They tell me to pull myself together, And I give them a small nod. But I cant anymore. All the cracks have gone too deep this time, For a little glue to fix me. But I have to. I’ve done it for a while now Haven’t I?

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May 27, 2013

May 27, 2013 at 8:59 PM UTC

maddy-molaro

This City.

I am a City. Vivid. Strong. Taking all the footsteps, One by one, Tire tracks burning my face, And all the nothing people Will soon take me to be. I think of all my pitted surfaces Broken again and again, Hastely mended each time So they could only break me again. I feel the fire, Trembeling rock, And jets of water pounding against my pores. The nothing I will soon be is fast approaching. I slowly fall, Unnoticed and uncared for. Bit by bit, THUMP. A crew to fix me. THUMP. A little glue here and there. THUMP. Some cement should make it alright. They walk by , Seeing me fall apart They tell me to pull myself together, And I give them a small nod. But I cant anymore. All the cracks have gone too deep this time, For a little glue to fix me. But I have to. I’ve done it for a while now Haven’t I?

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Small words SHOUTED Loudly Written hastely Scrawled loving Printed boldly Spelled badly In perfect tense Perfect sense of Verbs actively Wrapping you in me

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Mar 22, 2017

Mar 22, 2017 at 5:04 PM UTC

brenda-callahan

connection

Small words SHOUTED Loudly Written hastely Scrawled loving Printed boldly Spelled badly In perfect tense Perfect sense of Verbs actively Wrapping you in me

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