"letted" poems - Hello Poetry

Spots of blinding light glance off the river Reflecting apollo's fiery descent From the west enrobed in smoky silver Luna begins to carefully ascend She whistles violet purple black and blue To chase her brother's chariot away Painting the world a sparkling darker hue She unfolds glist'ning night as if to say: It is I the giver of the earth's rest That you with little faith have letted fear And spurred yourselves with stories un-celeste: Lies from my brothers mouth and to your ear. This hour go out and put the truth to test! In dark alone the soul will find repose A tune of cosmic peace does black compose.

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Feb 14, 2020

Feb 14, 2020 at 2:01 AM UTC

Scarpia

black, dark black

Spots of blinding light glance off the river Reflecting apollo's fiery descent From the west enrobed in smoky silver Luna begins to carefully ascend She whistles violet purple black and blue To chase her brother's chariot away Painting the world a sparkling darker hue She unfolds glist'ning night as if to say: It is I the giver of the earth's rest That you with little faith have letted fear And spurred yourselves with stories un-celeste: Lies from my brothers mouth and to your ear. This hour go out and put the truth to test! In dark alone the soul will find repose A tune of cosmic peace does black compose.

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. I have always known you Stranger, In this whirling tavern, Where life is plasmic. You speak with sweetest Nothings, In my groping, deaf ears, Where sense is non. And now we are laying Hollow, On this letted, fresh bed, Without any clues. Your are plain, beautiful Stranger, Your hands ply my soul, As bees on dry flower.

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Feb 3, 2018

Feb 3, 2018 at 6:39 AM UTC

rainey-birthwright

Dry Flower

. I have always known you Stranger, In this whirling tavern, Where life is plasmic. You speak with sweetest Nothings, In my groping, deaf ears, Where sense is non. And now we are laying Hollow, On this letted, fresh bed, Without any clues. Your are plain, beautiful Stranger, Your hands ply my soul, As bees on dry flower.

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On Tuesdays I dream of moon-soaked swims among bay-big moons Silver saucered jellyfish that ripple through our hands Wednesday nights are underground- Straight whiskey at the Cantab beneath a canopy of Marlboros and Parliaments (I’m imagining the cigarettes- I’ve always romanticized death) I only think of Sunfish on Thursdays, Just a single sheet and us and the water And the thought that we are propelled by more Than the wind and less than physics. Fridays are midnight walks through Central Square- That tree on JFK by the metal gate, The cab I chased after. Your jacket. I awake early on Saturdays to your blue wall And freshly made yerba, lectures on nonlinear differentials. On Sundays we sleep late, Wrapped in sub-letted sheets Waiting for your lease to end before Sunday does. The ground is gone on Mondays, the sidewalk on Sydney street has crumbled I feel first-trimester-morning-sick And the sky is dinosaur-ending dark, thick with resentment. On Tuesdays I dream of moon-soaked swims among bay-big moons Silver saucered jellyfish that ripple through our hands

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Dec 10, 2013

Dec 10, 2013 at 8:52 PM UTC

virginia-nicholson

Last Weeks

On Tuesdays I dream of moon-soaked swims among bay-big moons Silver saucered jellyfish that ripple through our hands Wednesday nights are underground- Straight whiskey at the Cantab beneath a canopy of Marlboros and Parliaments (I’m imagining the cigarettes- I’ve always romanticized death) I only think of Sunfish on Thursdays, Just a single sheet and us and the water And the thought that we are propelled by more Than the wind and less than physics. Fridays are midnight walks through Central Square- That tree on JFK by the metal gate, The cab I chased after. Your jacket. I awake early on Saturdays to your blue wall And freshly made yerba, lectures on nonlinear differentials. On Sundays we sleep late, Wrapped in sub-letted sheets Waiting for your lease to end before Sunday does. The ground is gone on Mondays, the sidewalk on Sydney street has crumbled I feel first-trimester-morning-sick And the sky is dinosaur-ending dark, thick with resentment. On Tuesdays I dream of moon-soaked swims among bay-big moons Silver saucered jellyfish that ripple through our hands

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that beatiful smile that you have you would make my day full with joy everytime i saw you smile my heart would jump out of joy my body would feel like dancing that beautiful smile that i letted go but i still keep that beautiful smile in memory for it gets me thru tough times and rough times that beautiful smile that kills me inside when i peep at your profil pics that beautiful smile that shined brighter then the sun she so bezzar so independent my thought of that beautiful smile starts my day

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Jun 8, 2015

Jun 8, 2015 at 10:28 AM UTC

sandile-juniour

BEAUTIFUL SMILE

that beatiful smile that you have you would make my day full with joy everytime i saw you smile my heart would jump out of joy my body would feel like dancing that beautiful smile that i letted go but i still keep that beautiful smile in memory for it gets me thru tough times and rough times that beautiful smile that kills me inside when i peep at your profil pics that beautiful smile that shined brighter then the sun she so bezzar so independent my thought of that beautiful smile starts my day

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Your words were sad, And your expression of stone. I waited and waited, For your text on my phone... A beacon you were, To my darkness you shone. Etched in my brain, In every bone... You were the winter To my autumn glow, That covered my branches, With soft snow... Passing down these city streets, I see you in every window i look through.. And it breaks me piece by piece, How would i look at myself, when even there i see you... Only a month it was Since i got to know you. And i cherish every moment, Every conversation every view... Tortured by your absence, I wanted someone to take this life... God why you did this..? She meant more then my life... On the elevator I told myself she is long gone... Convincing myself There is no reason to live on... As i took those heavy steps, Towards the edge an inch away... I took a last final breath, Only to realize it was already taken away... So without a remorse I letted it go... But somehow i founded myself On my bedroom floor... It was only a nightmare i thought to myself I was not letting you go i told myself...

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Nov 8, 2018

Nov 8, 2018 at 1:11 PM UTC

Mindless_wanderer

"Not letting you go"

Your words were sad, And your expression of stone. I waited and waited, For your text on my phone... A beacon you were, To my darkness you shone. Etched in my brain, In every bone... You were the winter To my autumn glow, That covered my branches, With soft snow... Passing down these city streets, I see you in every window i look through.. And it breaks me piece by piece, How would i look at myself, when even there i see you... Only a month it was Since i got to know you. And i cherish every moment, Every conversation every view... Tortured by your absence, I wanted someone to take this life... God why you did this..? She meant more then my life... On the elevator I told myself she is long gone... Convincing myself There is no reason to live on... As i took those heavy steps, Towards the edge an inch away... I took a last final breath, Only to realize it was already taken away... So without a remorse I letted it go... But somehow i founded myself On my bedroom floor... It was only a nightmare i thought to myself I was not letting you go i told myself...

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. We drove to the wild poppy fields, Lost and opened under felt sun, To picnic in solemn spent wonder And celebrate new founded love. Teapot rains came whispering in— The skies blue up a clouded mood And old mist rose in lighted eyes, To stark sheet of uncovered brood. We talked of one day, this day now, As we laid with the lovelorn flowers, A day for pictures, unmarked boxes, How droplets grew to cold showers. We broke down then and took leave, Of letted time in tiers now dead— There under cathedral glass of sun, Our cut love smoked in poppyhead. .

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Jun 15, 2019

Jun 15, 2019 at 3:10 PM UTC

ormond

Smoked in Poppyhead

. We drove to the wild poppy fields, Lost and opened under felt sun, To picnic in solemn spent wonder And celebrate new founded love. Teapot rains came whispering in— The skies blue up a clouded mood And old mist rose in lighted eyes, To stark sheet of uncovered brood. We talked of one day, this day now, As we laid with the lovelorn flowers, A day for pictures, unmarked boxes, How droplets grew to cold showers. We broke down then and took leave, Of letted time in tiers now dead— There under cathedral glass of sun, Our cut love smoked in poppyhead. .

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i told him i loved him i lied i knew i lied not right away but eventually, i did he showered me with his so called love but all i gave him was what i thought was love he did love me though well from what he said i believed him after the way i've been acting im pretty sure he did i dont know how i letted it go but somehow i didn't love him no more

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Jun 1, 2017

Jun 1, 2017 at 12:02 PM UTC

u690682

Sighs

i told him i loved him i lied i knew i lied not right away but eventually, i did he showered me with his so called love but all i gave him was what i thought was love he did love me though well from what he said i believed him after the way i've been acting im pretty sure he did i dont know how i letted it go but somehow i didn't love him no more

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the wind is blowing the sun is shinning the clouds are gathering themselves and leaving that makes me wonder about about my love for that girl I letted go the trees are growing the stars are shinning the atmosphere is changing i feel like I did the wrong thing ms unknown why do I regret what I did the rainbow is colourful the ocean is bright the earth is rotating I feel like there is a murk over my head loose such a soul and gain nothing Ms unknown why did you let this happen have you forgoten our times that we've shared I try to move on but my heart wont let go it wants nothing but you the fire burns I still confess my wrongs you know them all but my apologies for getting fad up with being quiet imma use what you've tough me as positive forse and get your attention and I hope you will pay attention Cz my soul is restless need you back but is it too late ? or do I still have time ?

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Sep 12, 2015

Sep 12, 2015 at 8:59 AM UTC

sandile-juniour

BOYCOTT

the wind is blowing the sun is shinning the clouds are gathering themselves and leaving that makes me wonder about about my love for that girl I letted go the trees are growing the stars are shinning the atmosphere is changing i feel like I did the wrong thing ms unknown why do I regret what I did the rainbow is colourful the ocean is bright the earth is rotating I feel like there is a murk over my head loose such a soul and gain nothing Ms unknown why did you let this happen have you forgoten our times that we've shared I try to move on but my heart wont let go it wants nothing but you the fire burns I still confess my wrongs you know them all but my apologies for getting fad up with being quiet imma use what you've tough me as positive forse and get your attention and I hope you will pay attention Cz my soul is restless need you back but is it too late ? or do I still have time ?

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theorizes, surmises, realizes, outlandish notions manifesting gibberish inside frangible egghead, especially when attempting tip ply words struggling to describe abstract whims fed by fancy, groovy, heady indefinable mind boggling ideas they weigh like a led zeppelin inside gray matter squeezed to the max like a sponge dark red when saturated with near incomprehensible thought processes that attempt to shed light on cosmic principles, yet lack mathematical familiarization wed did with advanced studies in astrophysics (trace sing pinball erratic mental reverberations leaves me stupefied) about mysteries of space time continuum, quantum mechanics, and even how my existence came about since the presence of human race whereat random evolutionary circumstances took place on planet (un) fit Earth analogous to skien woven of sateen lace via some invisible hand weaving world wide webbed warp and sub woof fur wrought primordial miracles ranked (within schema by human primates) as zen amazingly grace full promenade, per multivarious species, now one Janus face sing self destruction duet hoo weapons of mass destruction can erase entire range comprising terresrial biota unable to escape original weeknd update with Jane Curtain, and Chevy Chase, and according to Stephen Hawking the base sic global web spun via **** Sapiens will lose role as topdog ousted from twittering, spotifying reddit queue over stayed plenti potentiary pinnacle, oracle outlook netzero for mankind as ace forced to relinguish role, sans self anointed supreme beast (what a beauty this bipedal hominid), whose surging population didst increased the process toward total vaporous xfinity zapped – frankly tubby sub letted and leased to another organism not needing tubby policed.

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Nov 8, 2017

Nov 8, 2017 at 2:22 PM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

Entropy peon no real - chaotic poet

theorizes, surmises, realizes, outlandish notions manifesting gibberish inside frangible egghead, especially when attempting tip ply words struggling to describe abstract whims fed by fancy, groovy, heady indefinable mind boggling ideas they weigh like a led zeppelin inside gray matter squeezed to the max like a sponge dark red when saturated with near incomprehensible thought processes that attempt to shed light on cosmic principles, yet lack mathematical familiarization wed did with advanced studies in astrophysics (trace sing pinball erratic mental reverberations leaves me stupefied) about mysteries of space time continuum, quantum mechanics, and even how my existence came about since the presence of human race whereat random evolutionary circumstances took place on planet (un) fit Earth analogous to skien woven of sateen lace via some invisible hand weaving world wide webbed warp and sub woof fur wrought primordial miracles ranked (within schema by human primates) as zen amazingly grace full promenade, per multivarious species, now one Janus face sing self destruction duet hoo weapons of mass destruction can erase entire range comprising terresrial biota unable to escape original weeknd update with Jane Curtain, and Chevy Chase, and according to Stephen Hawking the base sic global web spun via **** Sapiens will lose role as topdog ousted from twittering, spotifying reddit queue over stayed plenti potentiary pinnacle, oracle outlook netzero for mankind as ace forced to relinguish role, sans self anointed supreme beast (what a beauty this bipedal hominid), whose surging population didst increased the process toward total vaporous xfinity zapped – frankly tubby sub letted and leased to another organism not needing tubby policed.

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