"inexpressibly" poems - Hello Poetry

The sky puts on the darkening blue coat held for it by a row of ancient trees; you watch: and the lands grow distant in your sight, one journeying to heaven, one that falls; and leave you, not at home in either one, not quite so still and dark as the darkened houses, not calling to eternity with the passion of what becomes a star each night, and rises; and leave you (inexpressibly to unravel) your life, with its immensity and fear, so that, now bounded, now immeasurable, it is alternately stone in you and star.

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Rainer Maria Rilke

Evening

The sky puts on the darkening blue coat held for it by a row of ancient trees; you watch: and the lands grow distant in your sight, one journeying to heaven, one that falls; and leave you, not at home in either one, not quite so still and dark as the darkened houses, not calling to eternity with the passion of what becomes a star each night, and rises; and leave you (inexpressibly to unravel) your life, with its immensity and fear, so that, now bounded, now immeasurable, it is alternately stone in you and star.

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there is something inexpressibly beautiful about the world when the sun begins to rise and fill the dim sky with soft rays of light and only the birds are awake to sing to you “good morning” while everyone else is curled up in their beds unaware of the magnificence they’re missing and everything feels so simple it’s as if six a.m. is an epiphany that sparks at your fingertips and spreads until you are encompassed entirely by a feeling of clarity there is something inexpressibly beautiful about being awake to behold the splendor of this world while everyone else is still asleep

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May 10, 2013

May 10, 2013 at 11:23 AM UTC

madisen

bucket-list worthy

there is something inexpressibly beautiful about the world when the sun begins to rise and fill the dim sky with soft rays of light and only the birds are awake to sing to you “good morning” while everyone else is curled up in their beds unaware of the magnificence they’re missing and everything feels so simple it’s as if six a.m. is an epiphany that sparks at your fingertips and spreads until you are encompassed entirely by a feeling of clarity there is something inexpressibly beautiful about being awake to behold the splendor of this world while everyone else is still asleep

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I used to think that I didn't need anyone. I used to think that I could be complete, alone. Trying to shut my eyes to the frozen shards in my heart- Will I become blind? But-I was lonely. I was sad. *I wanted to try, even once- what it felt like, what love was.* I was always by myself, watching from an overreaching balcony as society passed by. I swore that I would be complete alone, But my body refused to accept that fact. The sunset that I saw was stunning, that's for certain, but to call it love, would be a disgrace, wouldn't it? I've always wanted to tell a special person, who've I've been gasping for on that painfully cold winter night- huddled up like that- "I'll never go back to that cold world again." And, sometimes, sitting on the window rail, I wonder. Is love warm? Is love bitter? Stunning? Is it beautiful- or is it different for every heart? "And, let's go exploring. If it rains, let's play a game." Such times were meant to go on forever, really. But- to be honest, I am scared of love. That frightening concept of brutal heartbreak and dangerous happiness, do I deserve such things? When my heart finally stops beating- I want to leave, knowing that I was truly happy. Until the time I can no longer be myself I wonder just how many times I can still say "I love you" and not cry. So let me be grateful for the fact that I can be here- Thank you, simply for the fact that I'm alive. With no one here, will the world wither? Who is left- Will they say the world's final confession? And I wonder, when I meet the destined person, will I know? I guess, to make sure, I won't let go of anyone. I've always wished for spring. Because I was so afraid of that cold world, covered in white- I curled up in a tight ball, huddled against the raging sleet, I never took a good look at it. The soft snowflakes falling silently, The beautiful forest that was as beautiful as a white lily- If you have a special person to share it with, I think- This white world can be inexpressibly beautiful.

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May 12, 2013

May 12, 2013 at 1:57 PM UTC

kathy-z

Sunset of the White World

I used to think that I didn't need anyone. I used to think that I could be complete, alone. Trying to shut my eyes to the frozen shards in my heart- Will I become blind? But-I was lonely. I was sad. *I wanted to try, even once- what it felt like, what love was.* I was always by myself, watching from an overreaching balcony as society passed by. I swore that I would be complete alone, But my body refused to accept that fact. The sunset that I saw was stunning, that's for certain, but to call it love, would be a disgrace, wouldn't it? I've always wanted to tell a special person, who've I've been gasping for on that painfully cold winter night- huddled up like that- "I'll never go back to that cold world again." And, sometimes, sitting on the window rail, I wonder. Is love warm? Is love bitter? Stunning? Is it beautiful- or is it different for every heart? "And, let's go exploring. If it rains, let's play a game." Such times were meant to go on forever, really. But- to be honest, I am scared of love. That frightening concept of brutal heartbreak and dangerous happiness, do I deserve such things? When my heart finally stops beating- I want to leave, knowing that I was truly happy. Until the time I can no longer be myself I wonder just how many times I can still say "I love you" and not cry. So let me be grateful for the fact that I can be here- Thank you, simply for the fact that I'm alive. With no one here, will the world wither? Who is left- Will they say the world's final confession? And I wonder, when I meet the destined person, will I know? I guess, to make sure, I won't let go of anyone. I've always wished for spring. Because I was so afraid of that cold world, covered in white- I curled up in a tight ball, huddled against the raging sleet, I never took a good look at it. The soft snowflakes falling silently, The beautiful forest that was as beautiful as a white lily- If you have a special person to share it with, I think- This white world can be inexpressibly beautiful.

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Some will go forth, strive Head uplifted, out of the sand Eyes trained ahead, but yet prepared And into each new situation, dive Some stop and turn, ponder Watch while others stream ahead in vain Though yet towards the same eternal end From the path inexorable, they wander What blind eye perceives each stride? Some trust love, some fancy, god's way Inexpressibly pushed, driven by fear of woe All established, they just ride the tide If paths cross, some may stop smart Absorb our stories, listen and tell true But from what fabricated want of expression Do we recount, renew, create art? This tide relentless, firm, bequeath Unto our spawn, who'll head forth By our guide, as we once were, till Reach a forest dark, wherein we find beneath All our aspects Lost, alone, as one

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Dec 4, 2012

Dec 4, 2012 at 7:04 AM UTC

julius

The Way

Some will go forth, strive Head uplifted, out of the sand Eyes trained ahead, but yet prepared And into each new situation, dive Some stop and turn, ponder Watch while others stream ahead in vain Though yet towards the same eternal end From the path inexorable, they wander What blind eye perceives each stride? Some trust love, some fancy, god's way Inexpressibly pushed, driven by fear of woe All established, they just ride the tide If paths cross, some may stop smart Absorb our stories, listen and tell true But from what fabricated want of expression Do we recount, renew, create art? This tide relentless, firm, bequeath Unto our spawn, who'll head forth By our guide, as we once were, till Reach a forest dark, wherein we find beneath All our aspects Lost, alone, as one

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Inexpressibly Sweet this morning Alarm off-key Joins in

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Apr 21, 2017

Apr 21, 2017 at 6:37 AM UTC

janet-aitch

Dawn Chorus

Inexpressibly Sweet this morning Alarm off-key Joins in

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