"krom" poems - Hello Poetry

Met skewe takke, met 'n krom stam en die seerste dorings wat in my vasklou Daar waar die bloeds aar le vind ek jou in die donker nag met die skeinheilige lig wat ons altwee verblind En so ontmoet ons in die rooi valende duine met die vonke van 'n vuur binne my.

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Jun 23, 2016

Jun 23, 2016 at 5:46 AM UTC

bryan-muller

Met Rooi Rose

Met skewe takke, met 'n krom stam en die seerste dorings wat in my vasklou Daar waar die bloeds aar le vind ek jou in die donker nag met die skeinheilige lig wat ons altwee verblind En so ontmoet ons in die rooi valende duine met die vonke van 'n vuur binne my.

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Three Mothers stood alone. Aleph, Mem, and Shin. A great mystery are these three, Watching, weaving, and true. From the Mothers came three Fathers, Stranger still are they. Six rings around the Twins, From six proceed all things. A riddle I ask you, a riddle so true, Can you answer me this? A musing I give you in the form of a poem, Do you catch my drift? Three stood alone before all things, Three who are older than time. Six stood alone in the Outer Dark, But which came before which other? How old is Nimue, how old's the child, Is she younger than all the rest? How old is Ninue, is she younger than you, Who was the very first born? How old is Mari, how old's the mother, Was she born and when was that? How old is Mari, is she older than that, Who's the reflection of God Herself? How old's the Anna, how old's the crone, Is she more ancient than all the rest? How old's the Anna, is she older than dirt, When was the Priestess born? How old's the Blue God, when did he dance, Was he very first born of all? How old's the Blue God, how young's the youth, Who is the last to endure? How old is Twr, how old is Krom, Is he father or teacher of all? How old is Twr, in his tall tower. Who's sword will cut through us all? How old is Arddhu, how old is Death, How long has he stood at the Gates? How old is Arddhu, did youth or true death, Come first in the order of things? Three stood alone before all things, Three who are older than time. Six stood alone in the Outer Dark, But which came before which other? A riddle I ask you, a riddle so true, Can you answer me this? A musing I give you in the form of a poem, Do you catch my drift? From the Mothers came three Fathers, Stranger still are they. Six rings around the Twins, From six proceed all things. Three Mothers stood alone. Aleph, Mem, and Shin. A great mystery are these three, Watching, weaving, and true.

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Nov 24, 2011

Nov 24, 2011 at 9:40 PM UTC

muninnskiss

A Riddle, A Musing, A Poem

Three Mothers stood alone. Aleph, Mem, and Shin. A great mystery are these three, Watching, weaving, and true. From the Mothers came three Fathers, Stranger still are they. Six rings around the Twins, From six proceed all things. A riddle I ask you, a riddle so true, Can you answer me this? A musing I give you in the form of a poem, Do you catch my drift? Three stood alone before all things, Three who are older than time. Six stood alone in the Outer Dark, But which came before which other? How old is Nimue, how old's the child, Is she younger than all the rest? How old is Ninue, is she younger than you, Who was the very first born? How old is Mari, how old's the mother, Was she born and when was that? How old is Mari, is she older than that, Who's the reflection of God Herself? How old's the Anna, how old's the crone, Is she more ancient than all the rest? How old's the Anna, is she older than dirt, When was the Priestess born? How old's the Blue God, when did he dance, Was he very first born of all? How old's the Blue God, how young's the youth, Who is the last to endure? How old is Twr, how old is Krom, Is he father or teacher of all? How old is Twr, in his tall tower. Who's sword will cut through us all? How old is Arddhu, how old is Death, How long has he stood at the Gates? How old is Arddhu, did youth or true death, Come first in the order of things? Three stood alone before all things, Three who are older than time. Six stood alone in the Outer Dark, But which came before which other? A riddle I ask you, a riddle so true, Can you answer me this? A musing I give you in the form of a poem, Do you catch my drift? From the Mothers came three Fathers, Stranger still are they. Six rings around the Twins, From six proceed all things. Three Mothers stood alone. Aleph, Mem, and Shin. A great mystery are these three, Watching, weaving, and true.

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Teen die hange van die berge-nag Speel die donker op die ligte sag Die kalm daal op die chaos-stad Van klank en mense op elke kronkel pad Dit voer jou mee in 'n sterre mat In skoon lug met 'n oop kop Kan gedagtes net vloei en skrop Aan dinge wat is en kom Aan mens wees, goed en krom Aan die eenvoud en dit wat verstom Woorde lê in 'n niks-wees dwaal Dis rou, dit is maar net - dis kaal Net om die stemme wat skree te verlos Dinge wat 'n uitlaat soek in die kosmos Dit het ink gevind, soos vuur in fynbos

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Jul 12, 2016

Jul 12, 2016 at 4:53 AM UTC

johannel

Berge in die nag

Teen die hange van die berge-nag Speel die donker op die ligte sag Die kalm daal op die chaos-stad Van klank en mense op elke kronkel pad Dit voer jou mee in 'n sterre mat In skoon lug met 'n oop kop Kan gedagtes net vloei en skrop Aan dinge wat is en kom Aan mens wees, goed en krom Aan die eenvoud en dit wat verstom Woorde lê in 'n niks-wees dwaal Dis rou, dit is maar net - dis kaal Net om die stemme wat skree te verlos Dinge wat 'n uitlaat soek in die kosmos Dit het ink gevind, soos vuur in fynbos

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Op hierdie aarde, groen en blou Met torings wat die lug uit grou In elke huis waar mens dalk bly Sal ek nooit weer iemand kry soos jy In wye winkels en krom kerke In nommers en vergete merke Waar ryk sweef en arm lei Sal ek nooit weer iemand kry soos jy In stede, woude, see en woestyn In alles, geen, grof en fyn In luuks, skaars, bont en plein Sal ek nooit weer iemand kry soos jy In winter, lente, somer, herfs Met albei vuur en skadu bederf Waar ook al maan en son mag skyn Sal ek nooit weer iemand kry soos jy Waar sterre sing en sonne lag Omring met komberse van die nag Waar ou gode en planete gly Sal ek nooit weer iemand kry soos jy In ou legendes en sprokies verhale In dooie sang en in lewende tale In woorde wat die hart oop sny Sal ek nooit weer iemand kry soos jy In gister se groot verlate vlug In môre se onmeetbare sug In die nou wat ons so graag vermy Sal ek nooit weer iemand kry soos jy In slaap te dig en drome swart In die wandel en wonder van die hart In seer, troos, kwaad en bly Sal ek nooit weer iemand kry soos jy

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Aug 4, 2019

Aug 4, 2019 at 5:17 PM UTC

en ná die storm se kalm en ná die wind en reën is die sagtheid van die aarde oorverdowend my blinde oë en krom ou hart lê soos sade en vrôt in die land tot onder sterlig een aand dié muwwe vlies bars en 'n fyn wit worteltjie voel-voel die wêreld in kruip *** and after the storm's calm and after the wind and rain the softness of the earth is deafening my blind eyes and crooked old heart lay like seeds and rot in the land 'til under the starlight one night this mouldy membrane burst and a fine white root tentatively creeps into the world

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Nov 13, 2022

Nov 13, 2022 at 4:17 AM UTC

MIEKL

Tiller's dream

en ná die storm se kalm en ná die wind en reën is die sagtheid van die aarde oorverdowend my blinde oë en krom ou hart lê soos sade en vrôt in die land tot onder sterlig een aand dié muwwe vlies bars en 'n fyn wit worteltjie voel-voel die wêreld in kruip *** and after the storm's calm and after the wind and rain the softness of the earth is deafening my blind eyes and crooked old heart lay like seeds and rot in the land 'til under the starlight one night this mouldy membrane burst and a fine white root tentatively creeps into the world

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