"lithosphere" poems - Hello Poetry

if the god of impulse and furious fire decides to strike our planets with etherial combustion, then let us bathe each other in plasma, let us crack like red glass into madness, let us mine deep into our lungs for oxygen and tie our wrists tight with the bonds, proud, covalent, bursting forth, so exothermic that the molten waves submerge us. we are not two animals who have succumb to the embers of electromagnetism. we are plates in the lithosphere who have built infernal mountains across the ocean floor, millennia of melting together atop the blazing peaks.

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Jan 15, 2014

Jan 15, 2014 at 3:32 AM UTC

dre-g

flame worship

if the god of impulse and furious fire decides to strike our planets with etherial combustion, then let us bathe each other in plasma, let us crack like red glass into madness, let us mine deep into our lungs for oxygen and tie our wrists tight with the bonds, proud, covalent, bursting forth, so exothermic that the molten waves submerge us. we are not two animals who have succumb to the embers of electromagnetism. we are plates in the lithosphere who have built infernal mountains across the ocean floor, millennia of melting together atop the blazing peaks.

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Feel the chains change in me tonight Condense me to evaporate in want The long of a bounce to another world Light the fire to burn deep and fervour A belly roasts in repetitive embers flushes Hearts tied connate as the essence flashes A tangle ribboned to last after the dawn Testify as our sparks infinitely ignite dances Titaniums of our tectonic plates merge motions A convergence entwined in bordered emotions Link me in the convections of transformations Conversations of a lasting warm benevolence Paradisiacal chum of a past in resonance A photographic collection of a lived long life Unwrap the snare, unwind the erased tapes Lay back as we hide away behind the moonlight

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Apr 29, 2016

Apr 29, 2016 at 4:18 PM UTC

SassyJ

Lithosphere- λίθος

Feel the chains change in me tonight Condense me to evaporate in want The long of a bounce to another world Light the fire to burn deep and fervour A belly roasts in repetitive embers flushes Hearts tied connate as the essence flashes A tangle ribboned to last after the dawn Testify as our sparks infinitely ignite dances Titaniums of our tectonic plates merge motions A convergence entwined in bordered emotions Link me in the convections of transformations Conversations of a lasting warm benevolence Paradisiacal chum of a past in resonance A photographic collection of a lived long life Unwrap the snare, unwind the erased tapes Lay back as we hide away behind the moonlight

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The moon is staring me in the face Shaded in grey, slowly fading away Barely paving the way to the edge of the fray. Whispers of intrigue control the iris Repeated patterns within blue beauty Triangles that sparkle like a diamond around a dense, black circle That leads to the cortex of insight. It looks like that of a galaxy Filled with mystical images of life; Where night is day and day is night. Meteor showers litter the sky, tears of joy fall to a puddle of pride As earth collides with a great divide. Right through the center; from the lithosphere to the core Pain on the outside is ramified on the inside And I’d be ****** if I said it isn’t a beautifully tragic picture because life isn’t balanced if a good deed doesn’t contain a malice intent. Temptation to touch the treasure without consent is no where near the worth of self-control. The dare to take a risk is self-imposed, but the move to play it safe is the lightest of loads. Would you rather re-paint the rainbow or find the *** of gold? Walk a path through the park to feed the pigeons and a serendipitous encounter with livid pigeons leaves your empathetic heart frigid. While a deaf person speaks for the mute as the mute listen to laughter, The blind guide those who are struggling to a gleaming green pasteur. A mass murderer to the morality of humanity Commonly senseless people skew the meaning of integrity, The soul of the soulless has been released to be met by the life of persistence. Positivity’s existence is amplified by tragedy; Sadly it takes sadness to appreciate what makes you happy.

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Aug 9, 2013

Aug 9, 2013 at 11:14 AM UTC

benny-the-jet

A Balanced Opinion

The moon is staring me in the face Shaded in grey, slowly fading away Barely paving the way to the edge of the fray. Whispers of intrigue control the iris Repeated patterns within blue beauty Triangles that sparkle like a diamond around a dense, black circle That leads to the cortex of insight. It looks like that of a galaxy Filled with mystical images of life; Where night is day and day is night. Meteor showers litter the sky, tears of joy fall to a puddle of pride As earth collides with a great divide. Right through the center; from the lithosphere to the core Pain on the outside is ramified on the inside And I’d be ****** if I said it isn’t a beautifully tragic picture because life isn’t balanced if a good deed doesn’t contain a malice intent. Temptation to touch the treasure without consent is no where near the worth of self-control. The dare to take a risk is self-imposed, but the move to play it safe is the lightest of loads. Would you rather re-paint the rainbow or find the *** of gold? Walk a path through the park to feed the pigeons and a serendipitous encounter with livid pigeons leaves your empathetic heart frigid. While a deaf person speaks for the mute as the mute listen to laughter, The blind guide those who are struggling to a gleaming green pasteur. A mass murderer to the morality of humanity Commonly senseless people skew the meaning of integrity, The soul of the soulless has been released to be met by the life of persistence. Positivity’s existence is amplified by tragedy; Sadly it takes sadness to appreciate what makes you happy.

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frozen fallout shelter housing dried goods and tinder black bean and rice prepper bent on the end of days looking first to the sky and then to the government absorbing radiation and propaganda faster than organic apple juice can flush the system triple berry blast yogurt smoothie shakes violently in hands coated with Lyme and the scent of the non-believers bodies unburied lead only to disease and discomfort stench filled landscape harboring mutated mankind arms outstretched seeking normalcy and edible grains contaminated meat from damaged cans sits unprotected thin and frail lithosphere no longer preventing dermal cancer only encouraging drought and famine while burning retinas and emaciating newborns procreation as a plan of self-destruction and child-abuse distant smokestacks, cracked, create a forlorn skyline instilling visuals from days gone by of easy life and happy youngsters before the nuclear discovery

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Mar 17, 2014

Mar 17, 2014 at 3:54 PM UTC

s-lyman-temple

6 lbs. of garbage

frozen fallout shelter housing dried goods and tinder black bean and rice prepper bent on the end of days looking first to the sky and then to the government absorbing radiation and propaganda faster than organic apple juice can flush the system triple berry blast yogurt smoothie shakes violently in hands coated with Lyme and the scent of the non-believers bodies unburied lead only to disease and discomfort stench filled landscape harboring mutated mankind arms outstretched seeking normalcy and edible grains contaminated meat from damaged cans sits unprotected thin and frail lithosphere no longer preventing dermal cancer only encouraging drought and famine while burning retinas and emaciating newborns procreation as a plan of self-destruction and child-abuse distant smokestacks, cracked, create a forlorn skyline instilling visuals from days gone by of easy life and happy youngsters before the nuclear discovery

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I'm just a lonely fool Don't know what to say so I act like a tool though my words speak volumes my mind speaks in tongues all tangled up by some tough knots my ideas are more realistic always fleeting never staying being intercepted by themselves my mind ravishes ghouls and explores the emptiness within taken back by thy hollowed self Earth only with one layer Lithosphere but no juicy center a lollipop with only a crusty beginning body without heart only mind depth like an ocean never ending like the space above pointless with no one exploring breaking open barriers only to find fiends through the looking glass all is bright the eyes seek redemption and explanation but they're Romeo and Juliet can't see each other Caves without torches hides the secrets of old and only the mind can grasp hold Know nothing want everything just leave me alone its what the monsters are best at.

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Apr 15, 2012

Apr 15, 2012 at 4:36 AM UTC

Penguin

Mindless monster.

I'm just a lonely fool Don't know what to say so I act like a tool though my words speak volumes my mind speaks in tongues all tangled up by some tough knots my ideas are more realistic always fleeting never staying being intercepted by themselves my mind ravishes ghouls and explores the emptiness within taken back by thy hollowed self Earth only with one layer Lithosphere but no juicy center a lollipop with only a crusty beginning body without heart only mind depth like an ocean never ending like the space above pointless with no one exploring breaking open barriers only to find fiends through the looking glass all is bright the eyes seek redemption and explanation but they're Romeo and Juliet can't see each other Caves without torches hides the secrets of old and only the mind can grasp hold Know nothing want everything just leave me alone its what the monsters are best at.

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If I had a mountain for every time I thought of you I would have a mountain range twelve times the size of the Andes, So long it could wrap around the earth twice And then some. A lifetime of plate tectonic ruminations, The lithosphere colliding where I fell in love with you; That’s what I would have. And I could spend another lifetime traversing All of the ridges and the pinnacles and the icefalls of you. I would reach every summit and look out Across the endless expanse of you laid out before me, And it would be the most spectacular view. As I traveled through my mountain range I would make a map because, while I don’t particularly mind Getting lost in the thought of you, I would like to be able to find my way back to my favorite places. But like any good cartographer, I would include copyright traps -- Things that don’t actually exist; Valleys and cliffs that only I could have projected -- So that no one else could ever duplicate this.

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Aug 13, 2013

Aug 13, 2013 at 2:16 AM UTC

lauren-upadhyay

If I Had a Mountain

If I had a mountain for every time I thought of you I would have a mountain range twelve times the size of the Andes, So long it could wrap around the earth twice And then some. A lifetime of plate tectonic ruminations, The lithosphere colliding where I fell in love with you; That’s what I would have. And I could spend another lifetime traversing All of the ridges and the pinnacles and the icefalls of you. I would reach every summit and look out Across the endless expanse of you laid out before me, And it would be the most spectacular view. As I traveled through my mountain range I would make a map because, while I don’t particularly mind Getting lost in the thought of you, I would like to be able to find my way back to my favorite places. But like any good cartographer, I would include copyright traps -- Things that don’t actually exist; Valleys and cliffs that only I could have projected -- So that no one else could ever duplicate this.

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Where i am Somewhere on solid lithosphere everybody seems mad, viewing the world from an empty plate yesterday and today can never be the same about ninety percent of the world is confused, the more you know the less you understand you have no clue pray for the mind's eyes beauty in perspectives Semi-rainbow Sedatives Naked band of thieves Slender neem twigs when you see the light live with it Wherever you are don't feel mad BY IWO O. EDWIN

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Oct 7, 2014

Oct 7, 2014 at 12:36 PM UTC

iwo-edwin

POETICITY

Where i am Somewhere on solid lithosphere everybody seems mad, viewing the world from an empty plate yesterday and today can never be the same about ninety percent of the world is confused, the more you know the less you understand you have no clue pray for the mind's eyes beauty in perspectives Semi-rainbow Sedatives Naked band of thieves Slender neem twigs when you see the light live with it Wherever you are don't feel mad BY IWO O. EDWIN

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Eternal memory atoms from the atmosphere Ignited vertically by the forces of nature Phrases to praise in paradise An over populated population Genetic modified body of Christ free in a positive gesture Pause for a moment and lay on the ley line for the healing features Ant on a rant Thus writing style might make your head crack A humans spare time should be spent evolving Just another between life and death psychographical entry These poems are a reflection of my infestation Alive living with life but on Sundays i can't take it No profanity please We have children on here networking College felt like lithosphere service Dial up process Wireless receiver with brain control remote viewing Caught at the inner section of breathing Lead to gold begins with the figure of speech So i drop a few jewels on your bloody knees Meditating inbetween Porch pillars astral projecting Behaved addict ruled by tainted genetics You only live once in the third dimension Life is eternal but only in spirit Trapped in a dazed vision for no hallucination Criminal minded thoughts and i never been caught Doubt the instruction begin the destruction F@ck your government and all deductions Die rich? What for if in the next dimension money doesnt exist Untll next time brethren of the wordsmith fellowship. ..

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Jan 30, 2015

Jan 30, 2015 at 5:12 PM UTC

michael-villarreal

Vacant Disease

Eternal memory atoms from the atmosphere Ignited vertically by the forces of nature Phrases to praise in paradise An over populated population Genetic modified body of Christ free in a positive gesture Pause for a moment and lay on the ley line for the healing features Ant on a rant Thus writing style might make your head crack A humans spare time should be spent evolving Just another between life and death psychographical entry These poems are a reflection of my infestation Alive living with life but on Sundays i can't take it No profanity please We have children on here networking College felt like lithosphere service Dial up process Wireless receiver with brain control remote viewing Caught at the inner section of breathing Lead to gold begins with the figure of speech So i drop a few jewels on your bloody knees Meditating inbetween Porch pillars astral projecting Behaved addict ruled by tainted genetics You only live once in the third dimension Life is eternal but only in spirit Trapped in a dazed vision for no hallucination Criminal minded thoughts and i never been caught Doubt the instruction begin the destruction F@ck your government and all deductions Die rich? What for if in the next dimension money doesnt exist Untll next time brethren of the wordsmith fellowship. ..

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Why does red means risk? Why does it signifies danger? I did searched and frisked into the unknown lithosphere. I even gazed into the basilisk just to see things clearer and uncover its meaning deeper. I went further, even employed cindynic, the science of danger. And there, it laid bare right before my eyes, red's real meaning. Red is the Color of Love. Love is the danger, Love is the risk, it is the menace that we are warned of. You're my red flag, the risk I'm willing to take, the danger I'm willing to embrace.

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Jan 9, 2023

Jan 9, 2023 at 8:12 AM UTC

jethro-nhero-cuizon

Red Flag

Why does red means risk? Why does it signifies danger? I did searched and frisked into the unknown lithosphere. I even gazed into the basilisk just to see things clearer and uncover its meaning deeper. I went further, even employed cindynic, the science of danger. And there, it laid bare right before my eyes, red's real meaning. Red is the Color of Love. Love is the danger, Love is the risk, it is the menace that we are warned of. You're my red flag, the risk I'm willing to take, the danger I'm willing to embrace.

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