"kast" poems - Hello Poetry

reaching out for empty spaces; [but] paralyzed in fear the knotted head contorts the faces, death is all to hear; the dying breath of long lost dreams left scattered beyond reach & the daunting laugh of all the demons in their victory. left frozen by the hands of time in darkness more than black, engulfing more than just the mind; there is no turning back.

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Jul 27, 2013

Jul 27, 2013 at 11:30 PM UTC

dalton-bauder

vnder kast

reaching out for empty spaces; [but] paralyzed in fear the knotted head contorts the faces, death is all to hear; the dying breath of long lost dreams left scattered beyond reach & the daunting laugh of all the demons in their victory. left frozen by the hands of time in darkness more than black, engulfing more than just the mind; there is no turning back.

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slip rækværket og kast dig ned i blomsterbedet løb så hurtigt at du mister pusten og skraber dine knæ

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May 31, 2015

May 31, 2015 at 4:20 PM UTC

sofieesmeralda

5// note til selv

slip rækværket og kast dig ned i blomsterbedet løb så hurtigt at du mister pusten og skraber dine knæ

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Cast [kast, kahst] 1. v. To throw or hurl something; fling: We cast our desires or ambitions into a river called life. 2. v. To shed or discard: We cast away our struggles and fears which eventually subside into the shallows of our shores. 3. n. A slight trace of color; a tinge: Although the cast of the sunrise upon the river’s edge leads us to a new-fangled dawn, it takes us away from our fate set by the current. 4. n. The form in which something is made or constructed; the arrangement: The cast of the river’s scenery is stowed up as memories so we can reminisce on the features later in our lives. 5. v. To twist or turn; warp: The river casts into various routes that carry us to our travel’s end.

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Oct 9, 2014

Oct 9, 2014 at 10:46 PM UTC

matthew-harlovic

Cast [kast, kahst]

Cast [kast, kahst] 1. v. To throw or hurl something; fling: We cast our desires or ambitions into a river called life. 2. v. To shed or discard: We cast away our struggles and fears which eventually subside into the shallows of our shores. 3. n. A slight trace of color; a tinge: Although the cast of the sunrise upon the river’s edge leads us to a new-fangled dawn, it takes us away from our fate set by the current. 4. n. The form in which something is made or constructed; the arrangement: The cast of the river’s scenery is stowed up as memories so we can reminisce on the features later in our lives. 5. v. To twist or turn; warp: The river casts into various routes that carry us to our travel’s end.

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The sounds of others laughter and happiness of companionship... taunts into me through the old hotel walls. As my soul lies here dying and craving a light from dark and shadowed halls. The shadows that lurk... That are my days spent, alone. You sit and desire not to join those "public" masses of "Break feast" As to be the "ridicule and blame ," visions from your damaged past, show up within messages ironically playing...the song entitled "defeat." They are like broken records in a "Plays" sounding card, indefinably left to play and to broadcast. You have forgotten what it is like to be youthful. As when you have tried to enter life's "diner...." A person "lets out a leg to trip you........." As laughter fills your despair's cup to full. Walking out due to being shamed and to have been the one chosen to be the "example," the knife that started to cut....so you avoid and you stay out. The horror of being shamed has battered your heart. Your self lies their in the dark. No escaping those who chose to find a way to hound you.. you let yourself suffer and starve. As you wish to avoid the "emotional cut.." that the youthful" and the "rebellious" have started to carve.. You try to snap out of this "silent" "insanity...." Yet, there is no hand of friendship that is free to help guide you....."to lift you back up" As you slipped from your feet. "Just don't take it to heart..." They tell you this time and time again.. As those who taunt you are allowed to stir around and to stomp into your bravery... "Fly Away" "away, "you hurt again and again from even more defeat. For rules of "society" are never equally sided by those elders that provided Sunday masses or spiritual strength in meditation. To the masses.... Sounds like "Hesitation..." I wave on despair's taxi "as I will not be needing a ride." You scream for all to hear on this almost empty and barren city street. I'm set to plan my rise in the same heart's "room" I started to die and pay for in stride.... "No More!" like in the Pink Floyd Album :The Wall.." The song "The Trial" blasts in your mind... "At kast another one hit wonder..." Plays on from the same sound stage as that once over-played song "What does this sound like?" "Patronage..." You have now tipped the fresh musician that has refused to fall to their freshly written song, "rage."

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Sep 7, 2016

Sep 7, 2016 at 2:50 PM UTC

kevin-michael-kappler

What does this sound like?

The sounds of others laughter and happiness of companionship... taunts into me through the old hotel walls. As my soul lies here dying and craving a light from dark and shadowed halls. The shadows that lurk... That are my days spent, alone. You sit and desire not to join those "public" masses of "Break feast" As to be the "ridicule and blame ," visions from your damaged past, show up within messages ironically playing...the song entitled "defeat." They are like broken records in a "Plays" sounding card, indefinably left to play and to broadcast. You have forgotten what it is like to be youthful. As when you have tried to enter life's "diner...." A person "lets out a leg to trip you........." As laughter fills your despair's cup to full. Walking out due to being shamed and to have been the one chosen to be the "example," the knife that started to cut....so you avoid and you stay out. The horror of being shamed has battered your heart. Your self lies their in the dark. No escaping those who chose to find a way to hound you.. you let yourself suffer and starve. As you wish to avoid the "emotional cut.." that the youthful" and the "rebellious" have started to carve.. You try to snap out of this "silent" "insanity...." Yet, there is no hand of friendship that is free to help guide you....."to lift you back up" As you slipped from your feet. "Just don't take it to heart..." They tell you this time and time again.. As those who taunt you are allowed to stir around and to stomp into your bravery... "Fly Away" "away, "you hurt again and again from even more defeat. For rules of "society" are never equally sided by those elders that provided Sunday masses or spiritual strength in meditation. To the masses.... Sounds like "Hesitation..." I wave on despair's taxi "as I will not be needing a ride." You scream for all to hear on this almost empty and barren city street. I'm set to plan my rise in the same heart's "room" I started to die and pay for in stride.... "No More!" like in the Pink Floyd Album :The Wall.." The song "The Trial" blasts in your mind... "At kast another one hit wonder..." Plays on from the same sound stage as that once over-played song "What does this sound like?" "Patronage..." You have now tipped the fresh musician that has refused to fall to their freshly written song, "rage."

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Op de stoep staan dozen, in de post niks om van te blozen, aan de deur een kast en in de verkeerde kamer een zetel die niet past. Snel volgen de mannen, gewapend met een hamer, om de latten weg te halen en mijn huisje te verbannen naar ongehoorde zaagverhalen. Ik zal dan moeten werken, ik zal veel moeten tellen, ik zal mezelf dan merken en nooit meer dezelfde zijn.

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May 14, 2018

May 14, 2018 at 8:25 PM UTC

Daan

Ik kneed

Op de stoep staan dozen, in de post niks om van te blozen, aan de deur een kast en in de verkeerde kamer een zetel die niet past. Snel volgen de mannen, gewapend met een hamer, om de latten weg te halen en mijn huisje te verbannen naar ongehoorde zaagverhalen. Ik zal dan moeten werken, ik zal veel moeten tellen, ik zal mezelf dan merken en nooit meer dezelfde zijn.

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