"lengthier" poems - Hello Poetry

i. i used to only write sad poems. ii. you see, i am a cynic, a cemetery, a holocaust, a chaotic, distant, lost girl buried in her own self-destruction. but with you i am different. i want to wake up, keep my promises, make up for lost time, spill blood and ink, try again, live for you. iii. you walk me home and the skies blush pink cloud summers mid-December. we part and i marvel at the sepia tint of backyard roses blurring my lenses. you came in like the missing palette color i never knew i needed my skies painted with. iv. now, you are all the love poems i didn't know i could write. and every metaphor i create is just a lengthier version of 'i love you' i really do.

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Mar 8, 2018

Mar 8, 2018 at 10:37 AM UTC

jnellet

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i. i used to only write sad poems. ii. you see, i am a cynic, a cemetery, a holocaust, a chaotic, distant, lost girl buried in her own self-destruction. but with you i am different. i want to wake up, keep my promises, make up for lost time, spill blood and ink, try again, live for you. iii. you walk me home and the skies blush pink cloud summers mid-December. we part and i marvel at the sepia tint of backyard roses blurring my lenses. you came in like the missing palette color i never knew i needed my skies painted with. iv. now, you are all the love poems i didn't know i could write. and every metaphor i create is just a lengthier version of 'i love you' i really do.

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Poet daubed the corporal on the wings of carney Wanderer dilettante soul lusted au wild routes Counted each the millimiles covered Upside , unstrained , Unflaggingly. Yon the valleys , epitome meadows and Hillsides Beated around the alcoves amok Ridges passed the marooned trails Agape the flinged self flew spirited madrigals Slowly rooted the tints into wilderness True entity got superimposed to sylvan instincts The obsolute shadow rigged the shooner By dimension lengthier the time but shorter by grace Grazed through and some toxic airs exhaled then pulled Blinked all the roof to rugs Remembrance of concrete boxes and intimate sidekicks Cheap conflict wins to hit the ring If body wins wanderlust looses thereby path ends Simultaneous call by consciousness and objection by eternal shadow Only the body grazed the maps with pointers Though insatiably leveed Kept retention the coursing shadow Yet remained damp , savaged the sylvan traits Life was near but the abstainer failed Wilderness abysm rejected the unfortunate physique There appeared Scorched canopies along wilted flora Container flogged the shadow to a stultifying death Physique deceived self the core truth Existence thereafter without knowing the chance with eterna Several followed the imperishable conflict trail Roll of honour diminished by fourth dimension Marked victories of featherbrains over pappus chambers Only few sticked upto xanthic flowers Raise up , were the victories thristled down? Many knocked and still keep on knocking incarnations Fine array of fossilized saturnine inhibitions Callous attritions over altruism of succinct shadows Flip sorties pariance spurts "The stanchion to revet my sky" voiced the shadow

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Aug 2, 2016

Aug 2, 2016 at 2:09 AM UTC

pilgrim

Forlorn Xanthic Flowers

Poet daubed the corporal on the wings of carney Wanderer dilettante soul lusted au wild routes Counted each the millimiles covered Upside , unstrained , Unflaggingly. Yon the valleys , epitome meadows and Hillsides Beated around the alcoves amok Ridges passed the marooned trails Agape the flinged self flew spirited madrigals Slowly rooted the tints into wilderness True entity got superimposed to sylvan instincts The obsolute shadow rigged the shooner By dimension lengthier the time but shorter by grace Grazed through and some toxic airs exhaled then pulled Blinked all the roof to rugs Remembrance of concrete boxes and intimate sidekicks Cheap conflict wins to hit the ring If body wins wanderlust looses thereby path ends Simultaneous call by consciousness and objection by eternal shadow Only the body grazed the maps with pointers Though insatiably leveed Kept retention the coursing shadow Yet remained damp , savaged the sylvan traits Life was near but the abstainer failed Wilderness abysm rejected the unfortunate physique There appeared Scorched canopies along wilted flora Container flogged the shadow to a stultifying death Physique deceived self the core truth Existence thereafter without knowing the chance with eterna Several followed the imperishable conflict trail Roll of honour diminished by fourth dimension Marked victories of featherbrains over pappus chambers Only few sticked upto xanthic flowers Raise up , were the victories thristled down? Many knocked and still keep on knocking incarnations Fine array of fossilized saturnine inhibitions Callous attritions over altruism of succinct shadows Flip sorties pariance spurts "The stanchion to revet my sky" voiced the shadow

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Poet daubed the corporal on the wings of carney Wanderer dilettante soul lusted wild routes Counted each the millimiles covered Upside , unstrained , Unflaggingly. Yon the valleys , epitome meadows and Hillsides Beated around the alcoves amok Ridges passed the marooned trails Agape the flinged self flew spirited madrigals Slowly rooted the tints into wilderness True entity got superimposed to sylvan instincts The obsolute shadow rigged the shooner By dimension lengthier the time but shorter by grace Grazed through and some toxic airs exhaled then pulled Blinked all the roof to rugs Remembrance of concrete boxes and intimate sidekicks Cheap conflict wins to hit the ring If body wins, wanderlust looses thereby path ends Simultaneous call by consciousness and objection by eternal shadow Only the body grazed the maps with pointers Though insatiably leveed Kept retention the coursing shadow Yet remained damp , savaged the sylvan traits Life was near but the abstainer failed Wilderness abysm rejected the unfortunate physique There appeared Scorched canopies along wilted flora Container flogged the shadow to a stultifying death Physique deceived self the core truth Existence thereafter without knowing the chance with eterna Several followed the imperishable conflict trail Roll of honour diminished by fourth dimension Marked victories of featherbrains over pappus chambers Only few sticked upto xanthic flowers Raise up , were the victories thristled down? Many knocked and still keep on knocking incarnations Fine array of fossilized saturnine inhibitions Callous attritions over altruism of succinct shadow Flip sorties pariance spurts "The stanchion to revet my sky" voiced the shadow

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Aug 19, 2016

Aug 19, 2016 at 3:31 AM UTC

Huhb

Xanthic Flowers

Poet daubed the corporal on the wings of carney Wanderer dilettante soul lusted wild routes Counted each the millimiles covered Upside , unstrained , Unflaggingly. Yon the valleys , epitome meadows and Hillsides Beated around the alcoves amok Ridges passed the marooned trails Agape the flinged self flew spirited madrigals Slowly rooted the tints into wilderness True entity got superimposed to sylvan instincts The obsolute shadow rigged the shooner By dimension lengthier the time but shorter by grace Grazed through and some toxic airs exhaled then pulled Blinked all the roof to rugs Remembrance of concrete boxes and intimate sidekicks Cheap conflict wins to hit the ring If body wins, wanderlust looses thereby path ends Simultaneous call by consciousness and objection by eternal shadow Only the body grazed the maps with pointers Though insatiably leveed Kept retention the coursing shadow Yet remained damp , savaged the sylvan traits Life was near but the abstainer failed Wilderness abysm rejected the unfortunate physique There appeared Scorched canopies along wilted flora Container flogged the shadow to a stultifying death Physique deceived self the core truth Existence thereafter without knowing the chance with eterna Several followed the imperishable conflict trail Roll of honour diminished by fourth dimension Marked victories of featherbrains over pappus chambers Only few sticked upto xanthic flowers Raise up , were the victories thristled down? Many knocked and still keep on knocking incarnations Fine array of fossilized saturnine inhibitions Callous attritions over altruism of succinct shadow Flip sorties pariance spurts "The stanchion to revet my sky" voiced the shadow

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harboring buzzing inside this overcast nest, there's a helpless admittance to this distress obsess over fine lines and broken silhouettes chipped away at my nails until they were sharp enough to defend myself atop uneven shelves, my eyes close strained swallows. escape with the length of these meadows. panic has pulsed a new beat in my chest a polluted first chapter, in the beginning of the end. unlearned lessons in lengthier sessions defeating all purpose I've stood for and time on this earth, it's the foundation never built just imagined in cheap plastic eventually all that's left is collapse. Eyes wide and blank with programming haze only difference is a different day ingest anything to escape, these lines traced for us to follow. such a hollow structure caved in to the point of where i stand. alone, fragmented, cold but standing. selfishly involved. stubborn. outcomes of the aftermath have become less of a concern. and more of a contrast. learning absolutely nothing inner violence has trespassed over all else. scratching out numbers and names, all facts dissipate rummaging pores on my skin trying to locate the best vein to deflate we can't hold on to what doesn't exist pawns; we run circles, we destroy and we fix we can talk and pretend that virtue remains. optimism for a minute I've outgrown this ignorant mindset. regretful intellect igniting a shipwreck hope is wrong. sunlight is lost.

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Oct 11, 2013

Oct 11, 2013 at 2:55 PM UTC

kyla-mae-pliskie

No Light

harboring buzzing inside this overcast nest, there's a helpless admittance to this distress obsess over fine lines and broken silhouettes chipped away at my nails until they were sharp enough to defend myself atop uneven shelves, my eyes close strained swallows. escape with the length of these meadows. panic has pulsed a new beat in my chest a polluted first chapter, in the beginning of the end. unlearned lessons in lengthier sessions defeating all purpose I've stood for and time on this earth, it's the foundation never built just imagined in cheap plastic eventually all that's left is collapse. Eyes wide and blank with programming haze only difference is a different day ingest anything to escape, these lines traced for us to follow. such a hollow structure caved in to the point of where i stand. alone, fragmented, cold but standing. selfishly involved. stubborn. outcomes of the aftermath have become less of a concern. and more of a contrast. learning absolutely nothing inner violence has trespassed over all else. scratching out numbers and names, all facts dissipate rummaging pores on my skin trying to locate the best vein to deflate we can't hold on to what doesn't exist pawns; we run circles, we destroy and we fix we can talk and pretend that virtue remains. optimism for a minute I've outgrown this ignorant mindset. regretful intellect igniting a shipwreck hope is wrong. sunlight is lost.

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This lethargy is far greater than any I ever had, Far lengthier, I feel like a part of me has left. Might be punishment from a sentient being in the cosmos. Why does it feel so numb? How long have I been sleeping? May be there's nothing more left to say. I could compare the skies to lets say, An expansion of thoughts, Or an endless supply of "what if's"? Does that make sense? Not really, not to me. I could write about love? No, not that, that's already been done. Maybe sadness? But who really feels like weeping? That's enough question marks for a poem, no? Maybe some excitement! Exclamations! Points! Ah that's enough of that! I'm starting to look crazy now! Maybe switch the point of view? Why am I still talking to myself? Are YOU still reading? Again with the questions?! Enough! I got to add some emotion, And a good cliffhanger... Let's make it rhyme: "Love" rhymes with "dove", "Send" rhymes with "mend? Lend? Bend?" What else rhymes with "send"? Oh I know! THE END!

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Sep 1, 2018

Sep 1, 2018 at 2:31 AM UTC

JDeVillePoetry

I hope, whoever out there stole my poems, is writing far better than the ones I ever wrote.

This lethargy is far greater than any I ever had, Far lengthier, I feel like a part of me has left. Might be punishment from a sentient being in the cosmos. Why does it feel so numb? How long have I been sleeping? May be there's nothing more left to say. I could compare the skies to lets say, An expansion of thoughts, Or an endless supply of "what if's"? Does that make sense? Not really, not to me. I could write about love? No, not that, that's already been done. Maybe sadness? But who really feels like weeping? That's enough question marks for a poem, no? Maybe some excitement! Exclamations! Points! Ah that's enough of that! I'm starting to look crazy now! Maybe switch the point of view? Why am I still talking to myself? Are YOU still reading? Again with the questions?! Enough! I got to add some emotion, And a good cliffhanger... Let's make it rhyme: "Love" rhymes with "dove", "Send" rhymes with "mend? Lend? Bend?" What else rhymes with "send"? Oh I know! THE END!

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And still those voices are calling from far away, Wake me up in the middle of the night, Just to hear them say, "You can't do it throughout your life — yeah!" But I've done it, Yes, I've done it in time, Life gave me lime, I made a brine. Now I'll add my favourite flavours, Serve a lemonade to my critics, I'll smile as they'll only admire me, I'll stick to my roots and credit my parents. But I'll not let success get onto my nerves, My responses I'll keep terse, Lengthier will be the poems, Elaborate my every verse. Some people get jealous, A few people feel, Others feel, Positive.

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May 29, 2024

May 29, 2024 at 12:50 PM UTC

Atul

Since 2010

And still those voices are calling from far away, Wake me up in the middle of the night, Just to hear them say, "You can't do it throughout your life — yeah!" But I've done it, Yes, I've done it in time, Life gave me lime, I made a brine. Now I'll add my favourite flavours, Serve a lemonade to my critics, I'll smile as they'll only admire me, I'll stick to my roots and credit my parents. But I'll not let success get onto my nerves, My responses I'll keep terse, Lengthier will be the poems, Elaborate my every verse. Some people get jealous, A few people feel, Others feel, Positive.

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The night is getting cooler the wind lengthier a serenade tenderness of water shimmering fragrance sinking to the depths of reflection walking in the moonlight of night in the vicissitudes of pine picking up spindrift on the clear pillow of water the scent of pine getting stronger dream getting lengthier in the forest.

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Dec 5, 2017

Dec 5, 2017 at 10:57 AM UTC

chinhooi-ng

Moonlight serenade

The night is getting cooler the wind lengthier a serenade tenderness of water shimmering fragrance sinking to the depths of reflection walking in the moonlight of night in the vicissitudes of pine picking up spindrift on the clear pillow of water the scent of pine getting stronger dream getting lengthier in the forest.

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