"materialising" poems - Hello Poetry

These words... They traverse the fine line between earth and sky. They dwell not, surface-deep in the dirt. They be haloed not, as the chorus of heaven. They're just murmurs that swim intangible. Like reticulated wisps of smoke. Incapable of materialising... Or take definite forms on their own. They only await to be carefully selected, rearranged and harnessed into a jar... Before being sealed infinite with a title. Be quiet and still... For you will hear them. Milling and floating in the silence that exists between your heartbeats. Listen close... For they are fragments of you and the universe. They're thoughts and feelings that come awake as you slumber. *Awaiting to be selected... Awaiting to be rearranged... Awaiting to be harnessed...* By you, the conduit with a pen.

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Mar 7, 2016

Mar 7, 2016 at 10:35 AM UTC

ryn

Conduit

These words... They traverse the fine line between earth and sky. They dwell not, surface-deep in the dirt. They be haloed not, as the chorus of heaven. They're just murmurs that swim intangible. Like reticulated wisps of smoke. Incapable of materialising... Or take definite forms on their own. They only await to be carefully selected, rearranged and harnessed into a jar... Before being sealed infinite with a title. Be quiet and still... For you will hear them. Milling and floating in the silence that exists between your heartbeats. Listen close... For they are fragments of you and the universe. They're thoughts and feelings that come awake as you slumber. *Awaiting to be selected... Awaiting to be rearranged... Awaiting to be harnessed...* By you, the conduit with a pen.

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A fox sits in the forest at the foot of my house. Each morning she intertwines with the sunrise, materialising through graceful leaps It leaves me breathless; all I can do is bathe in awe. One morning I extend my hand and she engulfs me, gracefully I become whole again. We dash through trees and fields and meadows She dances, and leads me gently to the tips of the earth Her breath resounds against hillsides, and as I fall I catch almost a glimmer of light-dipped roses, and golden daffodils.

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Apr 6, 2021

Apr 6, 2021 at 6:21 PM UTC

kitspurr

Callisto

A fox sits in the forest at the foot of my house. Each morning she intertwines with the sunrise, materialising through graceful leaps It leaves me breathless; all I can do is bathe in awe. One morning I extend my hand and she engulfs me, gracefully I become whole again. We dash through trees and fields and meadows She dances, and leads me gently to the tips of the earth Her breath resounds against hillsides, and as I fall I catch almost a glimmer of light-dipped roses, and golden daffodils.

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A spinning Arched Emboldened Shimmering Figurine Ice reflecting a sacrosanct vision Mortal coil stretched to breakdown Regenerative and discourse stoked kama Death spiralling trust placed in your hands Crystalline evoking emotions Materialising within our mind Fingers feeling through the foggy delirium Cut deeply by the double edged blade Evocative endorphinal spirits bled Behind us we leave a trail Etched through our souls Graffiti of memorable days An ever present high pitched grind Get up again and again from that icy stromatic bed

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May 8, 2022

May 8, 2022 at 6:40 PM UTC

kevin-wright-2

Skating to the Figure

A spinning Arched Emboldened Shimmering Figurine Ice reflecting a sacrosanct vision Mortal coil stretched to breakdown Regenerative and discourse stoked kama Death spiralling trust placed in your hands Crystalline evoking emotions Materialising within our mind Fingers feeling through the foggy delirium Cut deeply by the double edged blade Evocative endorphinal spirits bled Behind us we leave a trail Etched through our souls Graffiti of memorable days An ever present high pitched grind Get up again and again from that icy stromatic bed

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Somedays I wrote words but letters slipped away lost beyond my grip reaching and fetching Somedays I wrote words then shoved them away uncased under the bed searching and vexing Somedays I wrote words letting emotions prevail as the cord strangled levelling and curling Somedays I wrote words presented with numbers joints of joy and peace trespassing and pleading Somedays I wrote words as a moniker hiding phases a face on my lost arms materialising, internalising Somedays I wrote words of a deep reflective past and a sickening existence passing days, pressing mazes Today I don't want to hide neither compartmentalise nor capitalise the future It's all the now, the me

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Jan 31, 2018

Jan 31, 2018 at 5:06 PM UTC

SassyJ

It's all the now the me

Somedays I wrote words but letters slipped away lost beyond my grip reaching and fetching Somedays I wrote words then shoved them away uncased under the bed searching and vexing Somedays I wrote words letting emotions prevail as the cord strangled levelling and curling Somedays I wrote words presented with numbers joints of joy and peace trespassing and pleading Somedays I wrote words as a moniker hiding phases a face on my lost arms materialising, internalising Somedays I wrote words of a deep reflective past and a sickening existence passing days, pressing mazes Today I don't want to hide neither compartmentalise nor capitalise the future It's all the now, the me

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The october breeze of the wind fell in love with the afternoon light materialising the things with shadows clinging to be seen in my sight Smoking and remembering those moments we seemed bright in this cold and lonely hour of my hopelessly messy life. I remember you said I will never be alright I walk slowly into the edge As I confessed before I took flight I didn’t look well, my eyes swell and I silently cried **** again, for the last time you are definitely right.

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Oct 11, 2017

Oct 11, 2017 at 1:24 AM UTC

theafternoonartist

October

The october breeze of the wind fell in love with the afternoon light materialising the things with shadows clinging to be seen in my sight Smoking and remembering those moments we seemed bright in this cold and lonely hour of my hopelessly messy life. I remember you said I will never be alright I walk slowly into the edge As I confessed before I took flight I didn’t look well, my eyes swell and I silently cried **** again, for the last time you are definitely right.

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