"inticing" poems - Hello Poetry

There is a bright light That which leads to a bike An enchanting, gravitating and inticing light I found myself reaching for it Then there was thunder Which was followed by rain Heavy, threatning rain I retreated I felt defeated The surrender and defeat, however could not withstand My gravitation towards the bike Then, there was raging thunder And heavy, presistent protesting rain As I reached for the bike The rain became more enraged But it could not withstand My desire My strong desire To ride away With the wind blowing in my face I grabbed the bike The rain ceased And I rode and rode away Away from the dark clouds I splashed into the puddles as I peadled I felt the sting of the water on my legs There were many many puddles Im my path there was a hill A very steep hill And I saw a light at the top An enchanting, gravitating and inticing light I peadled, peadled and peadled My feet began to ache My knees began to inflame And sweat found home across my forehead The bike laid almost still on the hill Barely moving an inch Yet my body felt like it had rode across the world The gears were changed Yet the distance was not My control of the bike was lost I rolled away, away and away Backwards I fell at the bottom of the hill with a thud A loud thud of defeat And bruises of failure I blamed the rain There was nothing I could've done The rain stood in my way Eliminated the friction My ticket to the light I laid there Then I got up Rode the bike up the hill I fell again And again I got up And again I fell And again I got up And again I fell Until the bright morning sun Transformed into a blazing sunset After many falls After many bruises I was again on the steep hill Peadling, peadling and peadling Until I saw the light

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Jul 11, 2018

Jul 11, 2018 at 9:56 PM UTC

1tonya

The Light

There is a bright light That which leads to a bike An enchanting, gravitating and inticing light I found myself reaching for it Then there was thunder Which was followed by rain Heavy, threatning rain I retreated I felt defeated The surrender and defeat, however could not withstand My gravitation towards the bike Then, there was raging thunder And heavy, presistent protesting rain As I reached for the bike The rain became more enraged But it could not withstand My desire My strong desire To ride away With the wind blowing in my face I grabbed the bike The rain ceased And I rode and rode away Away from the dark clouds I splashed into the puddles as I peadled I felt the sting of the water on my legs There were many many puddles Im my path there was a hill A very steep hill And I saw a light at the top An enchanting, gravitating and inticing light I peadled, peadled and peadled My feet began to ache My knees began to inflame And sweat found home across my forehead The bike laid almost still on the hill Barely moving an inch Yet my body felt like it had rode across the world The gears were changed Yet the distance was not My control of the bike was lost I rolled away, away and away Backwards I fell at the bottom of the hill with a thud A loud thud of defeat And bruises of failure I blamed the rain There was nothing I could've done The rain stood in my way Eliminated the friction My ticket to the light I laid there Then I got up Rode the bike up the hill I fell again And again I got up And again I fell And again I got up And again I fell Until the bright morning sun Transformed into a blazing sunset After many falls After many bruises I was again on the steep hill Peadling, peadling and peadling Until I saw the light

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Pressure rising Pulse subsiding Outside flying Inside I'm crying Problems dying To much lying No more denying I know this is trying Tired of the spiting I see you've been hiding Becoming, abiding It's time for some guiding It seems so inticing To rid the unexciting, Coinciding, Whining Jeopardizing, Stereotyping, To only bring on, A new horizon

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Mar 29, 2012

Mar 29, 2012 at 3:46 PM UTC

hannah-elisabeth-johnston

End

Pressure rising Pulse subsiding Outside flying Inside I'm crying Problems dying To much lying No more denying I know this is trying Tired of the spiting I see you've been hiding Becoming, abiding It's time for some guiding It seems so inticing To rid the unexciting, Coinciding, Whining Jeopardizing, Stereotyping, To only bring on, A new horizon

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Cutting through to my core, What will you find? My heart will be open But will my mind? Layer upon layer Will you find my essence? I am hiding from you Are you in awe of my presence? Strip away my colours Am I still inticing? Appearances are deceptive Do you love me only for my icing?

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Jul 19, 2014

Jul 19, 2014 at 12:13 PM UTC

trieste-bergerac

Love Is Complicated

Cutting through to my core, What will you find? My heart will be open But will my mind? Layer upon layer Will you find my essence? I am hiding from you Are you in awe of my presence? Strip away my colours Am I still inticing? Appearances are deceptive Do you love me only for my icing?

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immensely immersed in pensive verses that don't make sense. pencil thin & shrinking. thinking about the end before the **** begins is just... ignorant. hi. I'm comin to all yall still alive from down in the diamond mines & I'm having a helluvatime winding around the spine & biting through the wires. I am not of your kind. I am gypsy science. I am high minded & iron sided & I like fire & liars & violence & thieves I find them quite inticing since there was no one to supervise or guide me but thats fine with me but it is tiring spiraling between subterranean lows & olympian peaks.

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Apr 16, 2015

Apr 16, 2015 at 8:50 PM UTC

soldamerican-

Olympus Mons

immensely immersed in pensive verses that don't make sense. pencil thin & shrinking. thinking about the end before the **** begins is just... ignorant. hi. I'm comin to all yall still alive from down in the diamond mines & I'm having a helluvatime winding around the spine & biting through the wires. I am not of your kind. I am gypsy science. I am high minded & iron sided & I like fire & liars & violence & thieves I find them quite inticing since there was no one to supervise or guide me but thats fine with me but it is tiring spiraling between subterranean lows & olympian peaks.

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Like qualified pilots who have lost control of their aircraft. My strength and confidence is has been drained, I have non no more. Like the aircraft falling apart in mid-air. I feel my self shatter, I can feel that am breaking, I know that i have been splintered And only love can stir me back into position. With every piece of debri falling from the sky, And into the middle of nowhere but the hospitality or open seas. I am lost, deep in the depths of lonliness. Sinking fast into the scary world of heartbreaks. Falling so quick it cannot be stopped the last crush of the rest of the aircraft has been captured by the creatures of the sea and no other witness. Sudden silence and then whispering waves hidding all the evidence, I keep faking my smile everyday, Being welcomed by a pool of tears every night. The only witness present is my sobbered pillow. Yet like air controllers, Those who care seem to wonder "What on earth has happened to her sparkle?" "The most inticing eyes have been powdered with grey" "Where has she lost her zeal, Her love for nature is gone, What happened to all the inspirations that made her write?" And at the back of my mind i wish somebody would get the answers. All the answers can only be found by the search rescures, Maybe somebody out there knows i need help, Somebody willing to get all the answers, i guess... Somehow i know, That my heart like a black box lies, In the deepest ends of the sea bed. Unless some one comes and opens it, I will never really know is wrong with me.

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Jul 25, 2016

Jul 25, 2016 at 7:33 PM UTC

nolwazijoubert

Black box

Like qualified pilots who have lost control of their aircraft. My strength and confidence is has been drained, I have non no more. Like the aircraft falling apart in mid-air. I feel my self shatter, I can feel that am breaking, I know that i have been splintered And only love can stir me back into position. With every piece of debri falling from the sky, And into the middle of nowhere but the hospitality or open seas. I am lost, deep in the depths of lonliness. Sinking fast into the scary world of heartbreaks. Falling so quick it cannot be stopped the last crush of the rest of the aircraft has been captured by the creatures of the sea and no other witness. Sudden silence and then whispering waves hidding all the evidence, I keep faking my smile everyday, Being welcomed by a pool of tears every night. The only witness present is my sobbered pillow. Yet like air controllers, Those who care seem to wonder "What on earth has happened to her sparkle?" "The most inticing eyes have been powdered with grey" "Where has she lost her zeal, Her love for nature is gone, What happened to all the inspirations that made her write?" And at the back of my mind i wish somebody would get the answers. All the answers can only be found by the search rescures, Maybe somebody out there knows i need help, Somebody willing to get all the answers, i guess... Somehow i know, That my heart like a black box lies, In the deepest ends of the sea bed. Unless some one comes and opens it, I will never really know is wrong with me.

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My crave for new is causing chances to be lost At my own will I demand such things, yet Deep inside I disagree with my motions, "Help I am to far at sea" Thoughts decieve sights in my own troubled life. Scared is what I THINK I am but brave is all I know. Only experiences one has had can determine this all to well, "Help I am to far at sea" Efforts seem worthless as I become more distant, From what I know, and what I've seen! I realize not even my own thoughts seem comforting. What to do with no clues? "Help I am to far at sea" I'm afraid the farther I go into this trance I will lose what little I have left of me. Venus fly trap, thats a good discription of said sea, The fly? well. . . That is me! "Help!!! For the sea has consumed me"

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Feb 17, 2011

Feb 17, 2011 at 1:27 AM UTC

jamie-lee-holloway

Scary Yet Inticing Tis The Sea!

My crave for new is causing chances to be lost At my own will I demand such things, yet Deep inside I disagree with my motions, "Help I am to far at sea" Thoughts decieve sights in my own troubled life. Scared is what I THINK I am but brave is all I know. Only experiences one has had can determine this all to well, "Help I am to far at sea" Efforts seem worthless as I become more distant, From what I know, and what I've seen! I realize not even my own thoughts seem comforting. What to do with no clues? "Help I am to far at sea" I'm afraid the farther I go into this trance I will lose what little I have left of me. Venus fly trap, thats a good discription of said sea, The fly? well. . . That is me! "Help!!! For the sea has consumed me"

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Don't breathe If you breathe He will hear you He will find you And you will die. You see him Through the slits in your door And he sees you But still you hold your breath. He calls out your name His voice soft Inticing He says that he gives up Like this is some sort of cruel game of hide and seek. Your lungs burn from lack of air Your body aches Tears fall silently from your eyes Don't make a sound. Without warning the door slams open You see his dark eyes filled with Anger Hate Love His mouth curles up into a smile "Hello Sunshine."

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Jan 30, 2011

Jan 30, 2011 at 6:48 PM UTC

christine-h

Don't Breathe

Don't breathe If you breathe He will hear you He will find you And you will die. You see him Through the slits in your door And he sees you But still you hold your breath. He calls out your name His voice soft Inticing He says that he gives up Like this is some sort of cruel game of hide and seek. Your lungs burn from lack of air Your body aches Tears fall silently from your eyes Don't make a sound. Without warning the door slams open You see his dark eyes filled with Anger Hate Love His mouth curles up into a smile "Hello Sunshine."

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One year ago. The memory envelopes me in a sweet happiness I can’t deny. So why do my eyes insist on me to cry? Something about that time, so new and exciting One year ago Makes the future seem more inticing So I drift into sleep Clutching the memory of One year ago Never dreaming to let go.

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Jul 5, 2013

Jul 5, 2013 at 3:23 AM UTC

somesilverreply

one year ago

One year ago. The memory envelopes me in a sweet happiness I can’t deny. So why do my eyes insist on me to cry? Something about that time, so new and exciting One year ago Makes the future seem more inticing So I drift into sleep Clutching the memory of One year ago Never dreaming to let go.

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Will U love me more Today Vouch Amore The **** Love En Now Touchness Inticing Ehh **** Ahh.yumm

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Feb 13, 2019

Feb 13, 2019 at 10:23 PM UTC

vanessa-gatley

Valentine

Will U love me more Today Vouch Amore The **** Love En Now Touchness Inticing Ehh **** Ahh.yumm

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A dew drop splashes a pink blossom Her petals cry and search for warmth Dawns dance begins with a buzz and a bumble Sweet nectar oozes from flowers blooming inticing thorned insects Plumes release perfumes of pollination on bumbling lazy journeys Scents and spores buzz from bloom to bloom As Mothers natural scents and beauties ensure her eternal grace

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Jul 28, 2015

Jul 28, 2015 at 9:58 AM UTC

brain-in-a-bottle

The Garden

A dew drop splashes a pink blossom Her petals cry and search for warmth Dawns dance begins with a buzz and a bumble Sweet nectar oozes from flowers blooming inticing thorned insects Plumes release perfumes of pollination on bumbling lazy journeys Scents and spores buzz from bloom to bloom As Mothers natural scents and beauties ensure her eternal grace

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Why does one feel the need to taunt fire. Dangle just above. Inticing pain. Disregarding consequence As if bathing in such might just scorch away the sins still felt. From the last searing moments. Is it hope. This irrational graspless object. That most won't leave the house without it. Tomorrow.. Must be the time in which truth is found. Even if questioning existence to faceless figments is the requirement. Over and over does the rabit hole disintegrate the mind. Until. The next choice is presented.

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Oct 8, 2016

Oct 8, 2016 at 1:39 AM UTC

spikeharper

Optionless

Why does one feel the need to taunt fire. Dangle just above. Inticing pain. Disregarding consequence As if bathing in such might just scorch away the sins still felt. From the last searing moments. Is it hope. This irrational graspless object. That most won't leave the house without it. Tomorrow.. Must be the time in which truth is found. Even if questioning existence to faceless figments is the requirement. Over and over does the rabit hole disintegrate the mind. Until. The next choice is presented.

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You have been on my mind all day Distracting with your smile Sincere words from yesterday spoken Memories reopened like an old letter The world same as always The one changed is you Regret gives way to happiness Forgiveness comes slow Words can change lives Actions can too, positive and negative Smiling eases persistent pain Laughter makes sorrow weaker Truth can burn souls Giving way to the most amazing kind of emptiness I admit my brand of happiness is twisted Love only complicates issues Do you remember if you lied, or is it hard too keep track of all the dishonesty? You are running away with my scattered mind and heart Roaming brains think My own head thinks About love and the storms it brings Wonderful is all I experience when I look at you Not me or anything or anyone on this Earth has ever looked more beautiful than your perfectly flawed face What happened to the loyalty you used to pour all over meaningless words? Only time knows if you will stay or go Or if the "new" you will continue to decieve and hurt me Do not make me regret thrusting my trust into your grasp I am a fool for those three syllables and you know it Almost out of inticing words and sentences, as if you are reading this anyways But if you are, the most important part is what I write next I love you.

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Jun 3, 2018

Jun 3, 2018 at 2:46 PM UTC

AmandaKayBurke

The Best Words

You have been on my mind all day Distracting with your smile Sincere words from yesterday spoken Memories reopened like an old letter The world same as always The one changed is you Regret gives way to happiness Forgiveness comes slow Words can change lives Actions can too, positive and negative Smiling eases persistent pain Laughter makes sorrow weaker Truth can burn souls Giving way to the most amazing kind of emptiness I admit my brand of happiness is twisted Love only complicates issues Do you remember if you lied, or is it hard too keep track of all the dishonesty? You are running away with my scattered mind and heart Roaming brains think My own head thinks About love and the storms it brings Wonderful is all I experience when I look at you Not me or anything or anyone on this Earth has ever looked more beautiful than your perfectly flawed face What happened to the loyalty you used to pour all over meaningless words? Only time knows if you will stay or go Or if the "new" you will continue to decieve and hurt me Do not make me regret thrusting my trust into your grasp I am a fool for those three syllables and you know it Almost out of inticing words and sentences, as if you are reading this anyways But if you are, the most important part is what I write next I love you.

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