"infeasible" poems - Hello Poetry

Someone once asked me If I had, A heart of glass, paper, stone or air. A heart of glass I bear, So you can see right through me. Whether this means you can see through my love or, That there is no denying my love is there. A glass heart is more fragile than others, But I bear one so you may understand the trust and faith I hold, In you as the one who holds my heart. A heart of paper I bear. So you can see the words written over my heart, Whether this means you can see pain, sorrow or, That there is no denying your name is written all over. A paper heart is more impractical than others, But I bear one so you may understand the meaning you hold To me as the one my heart yearns for. A heart of stone I bear. So you can see how strong I am, Whether this means I am cold and loveless or, That there is no denying my ability to be strong and not falter. A stone heart is more lifeless than others, But I bear one so you may understand I can't be hurt and am strong, For you who my heart beats for. A heart of air I bear. So you can see every breath, is one taken for you, Whether this means my heart is not a physical thing or, That there is no denying I would love you until my last breath. An air heart is more infeasible than others, But I bear one so you may understand I live and breathe, For you the love of my life.

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Dec 16, 2015

Dec 16, 2015 at 3:07 AM UTC

sparkticas

King of Hearts

Someone once asked me If I had, A heart of glass, paper, stone or air. A heart of glass I bear, So you can see right through me. Whether this means you can see through my love or, That there is no denying my love is there. A glass heart is more fragile than others, But I bear one so you may understand the trust and faith I hold, In you as the one who holds my heart. A heart of paper I bear. So you can see the words written over my heart, Whether this means you can see pain, sorrow or, That there is no denying your name is written all over. A paper heart is more impractical than others, But I bear one so you may understand the meaning you hold To me as the one my heart yearns for. A heart of stone I bear. So you can see how strong I am, Whether this means I am cold and loveless or, That there is no denying my ability to be strong and not falter. A stone heart is more lifeless than others, But I bear one so you may understand I can't be hurt and am strong, For you who my heart beats for. A heart of air I bear. So you can see every breath, is one taken for you, Whether this means my heart is not a physical thing or, That there is no denying I would love you until my last breath. An air heart is more infeasible than others, But I bear one so you may understand I live and breathe, For you the love of my life.

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Thornless roses, Seedless fruits, Stormless seas, Calmness fleas, Landless routes, Loveless Atul, Are all unfeasible.

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Jun 25, 2015

Jun 25, 2015 at 1:04 AM UTC

Atul

Few Infeasible Things

Thornless roses, Seedless fruits, Stormless seas, Calmness fleas, Landless routes, Loveless Atul, Are all unfeasible.

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At a young age, you laboriously worked on complex puzzles; completing them, with an unnatural ease. Distinguishing yourself from others. Your passion direct. Fixating on numbers, calculating your future. You try to find a formula for happiness, although it is incalculable. As an irrational number, unable to terminate. You extract formulas, despite the odds. Conveying your theories, constructing logarithms. intent to prove it is not abstract, to be a female actuary. Seventy years prior, Catherine Prime opened the field. Disproving the infeasible claims, that women could not excel to this level. Faced with reasons not to give her rank, amongst the stunned men. Who claimed she was good, for a woman. -Marissa Navedo

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Mar 29, 2012

Mar 29, 2012 at 2:36 AM UTC

marissa-navedo

Critical Point

At a young age, you laboriously worked on complex puzzles; completing them, with an unnatural ease. Distinguishing yourself from others. Your passion direct. Fixating on numbers, calculating your future. You try to find a formula for happiness, although it is incalculable. As an irrational number, unable to terminate. You extract formulas, despite the odds. Conveying your theories, constructing logarithms. intent to prove it is not abstract, to be a female actuary. Seventy years prior, Catherine Prime opened the field. Disproving the infeasible claims, that women could not excel to this level. Faced with reasons not to give her rank, amongst the stunned men. Who claimed she was good, for a woman. -Marissa Navedo

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Oh, how perfect it is to want you, how perfect it is to long for that which I know I can never have, to see the futility in my desires and to desire them in spite of, how perfect it is that you do not love me anymore, that we will not fall into mutual complacency which would inevitably tarnish and blanch, that the unknown will remain unknowable, that anything will continue to be possible because nothing has been tested against fate, how perfect it is to wish for the infeasible, to strive toward a goal I will never attain, to never lack something to search for, oh, how perfect it is to want you; how perfect it is to want too much.

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Mar 9, 2015

Mar 9, 2015 at 11:19 PM UTC

molly-hart

Schrödinger's Folly

Oh, how perfect it is to want you, how perfect it is to long for that which I know I can never have, to see the futility in my desires and to desire them in spite of, how perfect it is that you do not love me anymore, that we will not fall into mutual complacency which would inevitably tarnish and blanch, that the unknown will remain unknowable, that anything will continue to be possible because nothing has been tested against fate, how perfect it is to wish for the infeasible, to strive toward a goal I will never attain, to never lack something to search for, oh, how perfect it is to want you; how perfect it is to want too much.

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8 years old We're told "you're too young to unlearn how to smile and hate the world" 8 years from now on You'll forget the art of care freeness and little girls So 6 young hearts Kick start And venture into A labyrinth Of question marks Mischievous Wide-eyed We had nothing to hide Our smiles were bonafide... We dreamed of superpowers Meteor showers Climbing towers Magic, meremaids Flying ships And finding home In our unlock golden coffer All we had was love to offer A currency that once was just enough.... Guess we grew up Theses days We've ceased To give A frail and feeble **** We've got new better plans Crystal clear Each year Since June of 2010 We've grown cavalier And bland We used to dance in rainstorms Fight our battles, win the whole world We spoke in flames And held hands while we burn Now all we ever do is ***** Apathy, we mop it With apologises I'm sorry's I worry..... I worry, We grew up Things have changed And minds have aged We're so far in this infeasible maze When did black and white decide To propagate Cause everything now seems so.... Gray We've forgotten the beats of our own drums We've lost touch in tunes we used to hum We smell of sin And no longer bubblegum Our season is yet to come We're houses with water stained walls We're standing But no longer tall When did we stop having a ball, I don't recall I don't re-call Here... We are So far We've walked a lonely road We're like nomads finding home But some-where far inside The 8 year old resides Whispering "you'll be alright" So let us live Let live Forgive and hope we don't Fail the souls we used to know Let's walk each other home Little souls please don't let go The unknown is ours to roam Our little souls will walks us Home

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Sep 11, 2016

Sep 11, 2016 at 2:19 PM UTC

cari-hannaford

Little souls

8 years old We're told "you're too young to unlearn how to smile and hate the world" 8 years from now on You'll forget the art of care freeness and little girls So 6 young hearts Kick start And venture into A labyrinth Of question marks Mischievous Wide-eyed We had nothing to hide Our smiles were bonafide... We dreamed of superpowers Meteor showers Climbing towers Magic, meremaids Flying ships And finding home In our unlock golden coffer All we had was love to offer A currency that once was just enough.... Guess we grew up Theses days We've ceased To give A frail and feeble **** We've got new better plans Crystal clear Each year Since June of 2010 We've grown cavalier And bland We used to dance in rainstorms Fight our battles, win the whole world We spoke in flames And held hands while we burn Now all we ever do is ***** Apathy, we mop it With apologises I'm sorry's I worry..... I worry, We grew up Things have changed And minds have aged We're so far in this infeasible maze When did black and white decide To propagate Cause everything now seems so.... Gray We've forgotten the beats of our own drums We've lost touch in tunes we used to hum We smell of sin And no longer bubblegum Our season is yet to come We're houses with water stained walls We're standing But no longer tall When did we stop having a ball, I don't recall I don't re-call Here... We are So far We've walked a lonely road We're like nomads finding home But some-where far inside The 8 year old resides Whispering "you'll be alright" So let us live Let live Forgive and hope we don't Fail the souls we used to know Let's walk each other home Little souls please don't let go The unknown is ours to roam Our little souls will walks us Home

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Light fills the sky, the sun will rise Love fills the air, heart in despair Into the fairy tales of my soul The flowers are blooming In the dark sorrows of the past Hope will shine Innocent Eyes Romantic Child Giving its heart He will get scarred Flowers are gone He will get drown In faint memories Infeasible dreams Butterflies cry Stories may lie Eternal rain Life may hide pain Love is like a flower It may be beautiful But has thorns that cause pain Passion is like a fairy tale It might seem wonderful But it always comes to an end Sorrowful sky Love was a lie Nothing is great This is my fate Innocent Eyes Romantic Child Giving its heart He will get scarred Flowers are gone He will get drown In faint memories Infeasible dreams Roses always wither When winter comes But in the child’s heart Love will never be gone

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Nov 28, 2012

Nov 28, 2012 at 6:08 PM UTC

stephen

Romantic Child

Light fills the sky, the sun will rise Love fills the air, heart in despair Into the fairy tales of my soul The flowers are blooming In the dark sorrows of the past Hope will shine Innocent Eyes Romantic Child Giving its heart He will get scarred Flowers are gone He will get drown In faint memories Infeasible dreams Butterflies cry Stories may lie Eternal rain Life may hide pain Love is like a flower It may be beautiful But has thorns that cause pain Passion is like a fairy tale It might seem wonderful But it always comes to an end Sorrowful sky Love was a lie Nothing is great This is my fate Innocent Eyes Romantic Child Giving its heart He will get scarred Flowers are gone He will get drown In faint memories Infeasible dreams Roses always wither When winter comes But in the child’s heart Love will never be gone

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As I’ve grown older The butterflies of curiosity Have grown a cold shoulder To the garden of my life That burst of pure admiration, Lust, and playful fascination That makes me feel as if I were young A state of mind only achieved through The eyes that see right through you A smile so spontaneously contagious, One the heart can’t escape from I don’t want to be a lost cause Cast in an ocean of liquor, Leaving my heart even sicker Than a puppy missing two paws When you look at me I gain hope For a different me The old me, The one my mom cries about when I visit home, My sister, brother look up to me alone So why am I wasting all this potential… All this may seem infeasible but With you, I would be unbreakable

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Jun 10, 2016

Jun 10, 2016 at 4:12 PM UTC

IsaacFox

Redefine

As I’ve grown older The butterflies of curiosity Have grown a cold shoulder To the garden of my life That burst of pure admiration, Lust, and playful fascination That makes me feel as if I were young A state of mind only achieved through The eyes that see right through you A smile so spontaneously contagious, One the heart can’t escape from I don’t want to be a lost cause Cast in an ocean of liquor, Leaving my heart even sicker Than a puppy missing two paws When you look at me I gain hope For a different me The old me, The one my mom cries about when I visit home, My sister, brother look up to me alone So why am I wasting all this potential… All this may seem infeasible but With you, I would be unbreakable

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What name can I give you? Surely there are none and it is pointless to try, like giving names to celestial bodies, or quantum particles. I thought I could capture it, that the gaps would be filled in, like space between crocodile teeth clasped on a zookeeper's hand. I thought If I could paint like Wyeth, I'd have my Helga. What name do I give you? Maybe Odessa, laughing on the crest of a wave, dragged by purple currents, among gulls on Earth, and storms in the sea? Perhaps Athena, with gleaming eyes and an owl in your hand? Or Queen Maeve, raw with beauty, buried upright facing your enemies? Infeasible, but it must be something, for the shake of necessity, So as to call out when loitering on lake's edge, or from across a room when I see you there, uncanny as my reflection in a convex mirror. I'll call it out. It's not that I want to, but that I do; Just as frogs jump, just as the tongue pushes on the aching tooth, I see Venice in cheekbone crevices, smell Vienna in a tangle of hair. This tropism is an elephant stomping the marrow out of me, and it's alright, it feels good, and Wisdom is her name.

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Jul 26, 2020

Jul 26, 2020 at 3:03 PM UTC

jamie-f-nugent

Suddenly Everything is Different

What name can I give you? Surely there are none and it is pointless to try, like giving names to celestial bodies, or quantum particles. I thought I could capture it, that the gaps would be filled in, like space between crocodile teeth clasped on a zookeeper's hand. I thought If I could paint like Wyeth, I'd have my Helga. What name do I give you? Maybe Odessa, laughing on the crest of a wave, dragged by purple currents, among gulls on Earth, and storms in the sea? Perhaps Athena, with gleaming eyes and an owl in your hand? Or Queen Maeve, raw with beauty, buried upright facing your enemies? Infeasible, but it must be something, for the shake of necessity, So as to call out when loitering on lake's edge, or from across a room when I see you there, uncanny as my reflection in a convex mirror. I'll call it out. It's not that I want to, but that I do; Just as frogs jump, just as the tongue pushes on the aching tooth, I see Venice in cheekbone crevices, smell Vienna in a tangle of hair. This tropism is an elephant stomping the marrow out of me, and it's alright, it feels good, and Wisdom is her name.

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