"kissen" poems - Hello Poetry

Es ist das schweißgebadete Kissen, welches unermessliche Träume trägt. Es sind die zuckersüßen Träume, die Wünsche und Sehnsucht kund machen. Es sind die hoffnungsvollen Wünsche, die durch das Sehen entstehen. Es ist das schweigsame Sehen, dass Erinnerungen trägt. Es sind die Erinnerungen, die Namen tragen.

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Aug 17, 2014

Aug 17, 2014 at 10:08 AM UTC

madness

Kissen

Es ist das schweißgebadete Kissen, welches unermessliche Träume trägt. Es sind die zuckersüßen Träume, die Wünsche und Sehnsucht kund machen. Es sind die hoffnungsvollen Wünsche, die durch das Sehen entstehen. Es ist das schweigsame Sehen, dass Erinnerungen trägt. Es sind die Erinnerungen, die Namen tragen.

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I like walking to see the man. When the trees are stiff and the clouds are glowing, i take the high road up to where creeks are flowing. To where panthers sing, in the darkest nights, to where shadows are pythons and liken bites when i can i see the man i feel something inside me bland, but beautiful, second hand, like a magic spell in possum land, goannas lizards, private lynx, and kissen wizards hybrid shrinks when iv got a problem, or my eye lid kinks i follow the road up to the skyward links. Theres three roads, once you arrive there well theres one that will take you up a plywood cell and in this you scream “take me to the dream mr Pirolell!” And if he hears you in time youl smell a clear blue gel, or feel a tear brew. Well that is a bridge to enter your dreams. — The next road, the second, leads to a humble abode with a pleasant decadent essence. Inside this are creatures that are big and small, hairy and airy ones, some are fairies holden up librarians with scary guns some are twisted toads with bowed blisted noads living life in a dark pit solarium. You must confront these creatures to reach the immortal bays of the Pirolell beaches. And here you will be taught by the teacher of teachers. And that is the man i walk to see. — The third road you must tame an insane hawk to walk to the magic chalk board. The bird is wanting to **** those that wish to write with the sword or quill, in spite of it guarding its lord that is still. If you can tame the hawk than what ever you question on the board with chalk will speak aloud proud monstrous way, and will discover all that is heavenly. And youl realise that the man is fantasy.

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Oct 2, 2015

Oct 2, 2015 at 2:33 AM UTC

james-tee

Mr pirolell.(PIE-RO-LELL) a weird non-scenseical writing.

I like walking to see the man. When the trees are stiff and the clouds are glowing, i take the high road up to where creeks are flowing. To where panthers sing, in the darkest nights, to where shadows are pythons and liken bites when i can i see the man i feel something inside me bland, but beautiful, second hand, like a magic spell in possum land, goannas lizards, private lynx, and kissen wizards hybrid shrinks when iv got a problem, or my eye lid kinks i follow the road up to the skyward links. Theres three roads, once you arrive there well theres one that will take you up a plywood cell and in this you scream “take me to the dream mr Pirolell!” And if he hears you in time youl smell a clear blue gel, or feel a tear brew. Well that is a bridge to enter your dreams. — The next road, the second, leads to a humble abode with a pleasant decadent essence. Inside this are creatures that are big and small, hairy and airy ones, some are fairies holden up librarians with scary guns some are twisted toads with bowed blisted noads living life in a dark pit solarium. You must confront these creatures to reach the immortal bays of the Pirolell beaches. And here you will be taught by the teacher of teachers. And that is the man i walk to see. — The third road you must tame an insane hawk to walk to the magic chalk board. The bird is wanting to **** those that wish to write with the sword or quill, in spite of it guarding its lord that is still. If you can tame the hawk than what ever you question on the board with chalk will speak aloud proud monstrous way, and will discover all that is heavenly. And youl realise that the man is fantasy.

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Everything is lying in me Decays between twilight and being dead All that can not be true But it damages my head With plausibility and anger I don't let myself loose Being free is insanity Here, on this earth, I lie alone at the moment and forever Strengthen myself To come clear with myself My consciousness lies On a pillow nearby in the shadow Without passion I shiver and freeze Past Past PAST blows the wind in my eyes and I look past Well, a tear whispers or do I only ask myself why not? The most miserable contentment Everything hangs near and is missed by me Equally Obfuscated [Verwischt-- Alles lügnet in mir verfällt zwischen Zwielicht und Totsein Das alles kann nicht wahr sein Aber schädet mein Kopf Mit Plausibilität und Ärger ich lass mich selber nicht los Freisein ist Wahnsinn Hier, auf dieser Erde, Liege ich plötzlich allein und für immer Bekräftige mich Um klar zu kommen Mit mir Selbst Liegt mir das Bewusstsein Am Kissen nebenbei im Schatten Ohne Wollust zittere ich Und friere Vorbei Vorbei VORBEI blässt der Wind in meinen Augen Und schau' ich vorbei Na, flüstert eine Träne Oder frage ich mir nur wieso sonst? Erbärmlichsten Behagen Alles hängt nah und fehlt mir gleicherweise Verwischt]

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Jun 25, 2019

Jun 25, 2019 at 1:35 AM UTC

sansara-justinovich

Obfuscated

Everything is lying in me Decays between twilight and being dead All that can not be true But it damages my head With plausibility and anger I don't let myself loose Being free is insanity Here, on this earth, I lie alone at the moment and forever Strengthen myself To come clear with myself My consciousness lies On a pillow nearby in the shadow Without passion I shiver and freeze Past Past PAST blows the wind in my eyes and I look past Well, a tear whispers or do I only ask myself why not? The most miserable contentment Everything hangs near and is missed by me Equally Obfuscated [Verwischt-- Alles lügnet in mir verfällt zwischen Zwielicht und Totsein Das alles kann nicht wahr sein Aber schädet mein Kopf Mit Plausibilität und Ärger ich lass mich selber nicht los Freisein ist Wahnsinn Hier, auf dieser Erde, Liege ich plötzlich allein und für immer Bekräftige mich Um klar zu kommen Mit mir Selbst Liegt mir das Bewusstsein Am Kissen nebenbei im Schatten Ohne Wollust zittere ich Und friere Vorbei Vorbei VORBEI blässt der Wind in meinen Augen Und schau' ich vorbei Na, flüstert eine Träne Oder frage ich mir nur wieso sonst? Erbärmlichsten Behagen Alles hängt nah und fehlt mir gleicherweise Verwischt]

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