"inifinite" poems - Hello Poetry

Every morning When I awake I try to remember to Empty The chamber *** Of my soul If I'm successful I step outside And look up One, two, three, five Seven, eleven, thirteen . . . Inifinite I'm full Of love I just have to remember To empty The *** Of **** And vinegar Zero No longer

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Oct 27, 2014

Oct 27, 2014 at 11:36 AM UTC

aaronmullin-fb

Zero

Every morning When I awake I try to remember to Empty The chamber *** Of my soul If I'm successful I step outside And look up One, two, three, five Seven, eleven, thirteen . . . Inifinite I'm full Of love I just have to remember To empty The *** Of **** And vinegar Zero No longer

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Tonight I can write the saddest lines Tonight I can write the saddest lines. Write, for example,'The night is shattered and the blue stars shiver in the distance.' The night wind revolves in the sky and sings. Tonight I can write the saddest lines. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. Through nights like this one I held her in my arms I kissed her again and again under the endless sky. She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too. How could one not have loved her great still eyes. Tonight I can write the saddest lines. To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her. To hear the immense night, still more immense without her. And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture. What does it matter that my love could not keep her. The night is shattered and she is not with me. This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance. My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her. My sight searches for her as though to go to her. My heart looks for her, and she is not with me. The same night whitening the same trees. We, of that time, are no longer the same. I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her. My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing. Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before. Her voide. Her bright body. Her inifinite eyes. I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long. Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms my sould is not satisfied that it has lost her. Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer and these the last verses that I write for her. Pablo Neruda

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Jan 4, 2014

Jan 4, 2014 at 6:25 AM UTC

charu-purohit

tonight i can write the saddest lines ! ♥♥

Tonight I can write the saddest lines Tonight I can write the saddest lines. Write, for example,'The night is shattered and the blue stars shiver in the distance.' The night wind revolves in the sky and sings. Tonight I can write the saddest lines. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. Through nights like this one I held her in my arms I kissed her again and again under the endless sky. She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too. How could one not have loved her great still eyes. Tonight I can write the saddest lines. To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her. To hear the immense night, still more immense without her. And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture. What does it matter that my love could not keep her. The night is shattered and she is not with me. This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance. My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her. My sight searches for her as though to go to her. My heart looks for her, and she is not with me. The same night whitening the same trees. We, of that time, are no longer the same. I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her. My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing. Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before. Her voide. Her bright body. Her inifinite eyes. I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long. Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms my sould is not satisfied that it has lost her. Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer and these the last verses that I write for her. Pablo Neruda

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I think if you do it right you're comprised of places you grew up and people that love you. Things that didn't change when everything else did and those little unexpected moments of gratitude for your inifinite blessings. To be made small, not in an insignificant way, but to be given perspective. To be consumed in love for friends, family-extended and immediate-by blood and by acquaintance-by circumstance and experience. I think if you're doing it right you wake to great the day, just as she has you, and this silly life fills to the brim

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May 7, 2015

May 7, 2015 at 8:02 PM UTC

katelin-michelle

dockside

I think if you do it right you're comprised of places you grew up and people that love you. Things that didn't change when everything else did and those little unexpected moments of gratitude for your inifinite blessings. To be made small, not in an insignificant way, but to be given perspective. To be consumed in love for friends, family-extended and immediate-by blood and by acquaintance-by circumstance and experience. I think if you're doing it right you wake to great the day, just as she has you, and this silly life fills to the brim

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Awakening to this grand mystery My mind-- blistering Sitting here Fidgeting Thoughts in constant loops spinning I'm sipping On consumption Reaching for more But wishing for reduction Production is what we're aiming for But all I want to do is break this world a part Because this world is like a broken clock Still ticking but spinning into chaos We need to stop the running away From our problems Before we spiral into oblivion Instead, our calling is To break a part this world And all it's corrupt systems So maybe, In destruction of the old ways and the old world, A new, loving earth can be born One in which we will hold each other in inifinite compassion, An earth beyond our wildest dreams, The dreams of our innocent childhoods Before we awoke to This nightmare.

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Jul 13, 2017

Jul 13, 2017 at 4:07 AM UTC

seariver

Renegades

Awakening to this grand mystery My mind-- blistering Sitting here Fidgeting Thoughts in constant loops spinning I'm sipping On consumption Reaching for more But wishing for reduction Production is what we're aiming for But all I want to do is break this world a part Because this world is like a broken clock Still ticking but spinning into chaos We need to stop the running away From our problems Before we spiral into oblivion Instead, our calling is To break a part this world And all it's corrupt systems So maybe, In destruction of the old ways and the old world, A new, loving earth can be born One in which we will hold each other in inifinite compassion, An earth beyond our wildest dreams, The dreams of our innocent childhoods Before we awoke to This nightmare.

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