"howels" poems - Hello Poetry

Am a stranger to my thoughts Drifting apart like a sailor's sheet Pushed by the wind that howels On my Vacant stare Without care I navigate aimlessly into Unknown plots that hold firm My ability to comprehend My own reasons. I am a stranger to myself Growing away from the principals That hold root my morality Astray from the steps that filled My feet Abandoning my own Seeking in poisonous thoughts Meaning to my derailed ways That feed vigorously at my Untainted soul. I am the enemy of my own A grenade held Together by a thread of slik Weaved to the core of my heart By a stranger that I once.

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Oct 15, 2018

Oct 15, 2018 at 6:43 AM UTC

ABmogale

Departed

Am a stranger to my thoughts Drifting apart like a sailor's sheet Pushed by the wind that howels On my Vacant stare Without care I navigate aimlessly into Unknown plots that hold firm My ability to comprehend My own reasons. I am a stranger to myself Growing away from the principals That hold root my morality Astray from the steps that filled My feet Abandoning my own Seeking in poisonous thoughts Meaning to my derailed ways That feed vigorously at my Untainted soul. I am the enemy of my own A grenade held Together by a thread of slik Weaved to the core of my heart By a stranger that I once.

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I look up in the great big sky And feel the urge to cry. I feel alone, lost, and afraid, Wanting somone to come to my aid! Death come and take from every pore For my life is to live no more! Fierce Winds through the trees Howels a violent "follow me" Silence and calm at a body of water "What is the cruel meaning of this" I demand to wonder? Looking down I see face And it says to me with great disgrace, " death not come and take from every pore, MY life is to live more! I realise NOONE will come to my aid of my being afraid, I am in control of my life I cant. Wont, depend on others for strife. I AM ME I AM STRONG! MY LIFE WILL LIVE L........?

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Sep 30, 2014

Sep 30, 2014 at 2:01 PM UTC

kristine-jewell-banker

I am Strong

I look up in the great big sky And feel the urge to cry. I feel alone, lost, and afraid, Wanting somone to come to my aid! Death come and take from every pore For my life is to live no more! Fierce Winds through the trees Howels a violent "follow me" Silence and calm at a body of water "What is the cruel meaning of this" I demand to wonder? Looking down I see face And it says to me with great disgrace, " death not come and take from every pore, MY life is to live more! I realise NOONE will come to my aid of my being afraid, I am in control of my life I cant. Wont, depend on others for strife. I AM ME I AM STRONG! MY LIFE WILL LIVE L........?

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The owl drifts In and out of the majestic sky. Finding pleasure as each star shares It's light With it's Peace of sky. The wind rests in the valleys. while the breeze Brushes up against the trees, looking for the leaves that let go when it starts to get to cold. The wolf reaches out to the owl with every howel there eyes Looking inside the reflection behind the moonlight. The wolf howels From The other side of time. Wile The owl Captures the moon light in it's eyes. Creating a connection That can touch you and I, If we both see it at the same time.

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May 15, 2021

May 15, 2021 at 12:37 PM UTC

Timeliss

If we can see it at the same time

The owl drifts In and out of the majestic sky. Finding pleasure as each star shares It's light With it's Peace of sky. The wind rests in the valleys. while the breeze Brushes up against the trees, looking for the leaves that let go when it starts to get to cold. The wolf reaches out to the owl with every howel there eyes Looking inside the reflection behind the moonlight. The wolf howels From The other side of time. Wile The owl Captures the moon light in it's eyes. Creating a connection That can touch you and I, If we both see it at the same time.

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