"milions" poems - Hello Poetry

when I turn my head and look at things sideways Consider the edge of light and dark mathmatically an asymptote approaching infinity vis a vis the starlight I see on a clear night, so real and clearly now, is the past, actually, someday when it crossed milions of light years, to be in my telescope, The closest I can be to now, is a memory when I percept it. On a daylight, I think might, my real no matter how fast or hard I try to be in it, is a past forever.

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Jul 8, 2015

Jul 8, 2015 at 9:20 PM UTC

wordvango

crystal clarity

when I turn my head and look at things sideways Consider the edge of light and dark mathmatically an asymptote approaching infinity vis a vis the starlight I see on a clear night, so real and clearly now, is the past, actually, someday when it crossed milions of light years, to be in my telescope, The closest I can be to now, is a memory when I percept it. On a daylight, I think might, my real no matter how fast or hard I try to be in it, is a past forever.

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Imagine how much larger cities were Back when you had to walk through them Walls and pathways unraveling Roofs chewing through the skies It would be the only one you'd see You wouldn't see it all And thousands faces everyday Thousands of doors going their way And milions of windows Which would see the world once a day To each their tired strident noise To each their tiny room You would carve your street through your feet And you would know what its name means Remember what some walls meant Or what some would be trying to Many great things you'd like to see Were simply built for you to see By people who died long ago But meant to show you some nice things To live around and die under They wouldn't have bothered If they didn't think you'd be there Walls seem to stand against the seas Of leaves , water, or flying sand While signs would tell you where you are And tell you where to go All around arms dance through the air, try Looking for somewhere new to build A place where you could have beeen born And see what can be done In that place where grandparents played Where many grandkids would Under a flag that stood so close Soon serenity will prevail And sky begins to lose its grip On former people's houses Gently sinking into the past Some chiseled bricks Will lay to rest beneath the silent waves As forgotten as you were already long ago Then nobody more would know Please do something Because I haven't seen Venice yet

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Feb 23, 2019

Feb 23, 2019 at 1:20 PM UTC

CognitiveConflict

Save Venice

Imagine how much larger cities were Back when you had to walk through them Walls and pathways unraveling Roofs chewing through the skies It would be the only one you'd see You wouldn't see it all And thousands faces everyday Thousands of doors going their way And milions of windows Which would see the world once a day To each their tired strident noise To each their tiny room You would carve your street through your feet And you would know what its name means Remember what some walls meant Or what some would be trying to Many great things you'd like to see Were simply built for you to see By people who died long ago But meant to show you some nice things To live around and die under They wouldn't have bothered If they didn't think you'd be there Walls seem to stand against the seas Of leaves , water, or flying sand While signs would tell you where you are And tell you where to go All around arms dance through the air, try Looking for somewhere new to build A place where you could have beeen born And see what can be done In that place where grandparents played Where many grandkids would Under a flag that stood so close Soon serenity will prevail And sky begins to lose its grip On former people's houses Gently sinking into the past Some chiseled bricks Will lay to rest beneath the silent waves As forgotten as you were already long ago Then nobody more would know Please do something Because I haven't seen Venice yet

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I dont want to know if your mother slapped you when you were a child, or your daddys love was very mild. There is NO excuse for abuse. And the fact you're hurting someone, molesting someone, torturing someone can never be disaproven or made "alright" just because you had a "rough" childhood. Guess what, I did aswell, people that read this did aswell, milions of people did aswell, yet they dont go about strangeling cats or murdering inocent dogs.They dont go about hitting women, molesting them, draining them emotionaly, or even worse ****** them.When will we learn the error of our ways, How can we be so dismayed by these beings that arent even human, but monsters, pure brutal, filthy animals, that if you ask me, have no right to live...

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Jul 16, 2018

Jul 16, 2018 at 6:46 PM UTC

Tijana_

Untitled

I dont want to know if your mother slapped you when you were a child, or your daddys love was very mild. There is NO excuse for abuse. And the fact you're hurting someone, molesting someone, torturing someone can never be disaproven or made "alright" just because you had a "rough" childhood. Guess what, I did aswell, people that read this did aswell, milions of people did aswell, yet they dont go about strangeling cats or murdering inocent dogs.They dont go about hitting women, molesting them, draining them emotionaly, or even worse ****** them.When will we learn the error of our ways, How can we be so dismayed by these beings that arent even human, but monsters, pure brutal, filthy animals, that if you ask me, have no right to live...

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People scurry to and fro, oblivious of Doom You were warned you were warned...death most certainly does loom - World War 1 is history, 37 million dead World War 2 was somewhat more, 60 million bled - Another World War, the last one of 3 planned It is coming soon! The flames of War are fanned - Atomic Bombs and Poison Gas, the Wrath of God poured out Millions millions milions die, this without a doubt - Pretend it isn't so, keep your head stuck in the sand You'll be killed and sent to Hell, not the Promise Land

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Dec 2, 2014

Dec 2, 2014 at 8:39 AM UTC

elihu-barachel

The Flames of War

People scurry to and fro, oblivious of Doom You were warned you were warned...death most certainly does loom - World War 1 is history, 37 million dead World War 2 was somewhat more, 60 million bled - Another World War, the last one of 3 planned It is coming soon! The flames of War are fanned - Atomic Bombs and Poison Gas, the Wrath of God poured out Millions millions milions die, this without a doubt - Pretend it isn't so, keep your head stuck in the sand You'll be killed and sent to Hell, not the Promise Land

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Blood wounds. Smell of euphoria outside. Today is Saturday. I'm here bitting my tongue And I'm going to listen to the talk of my fake friends. Why they are you so afraid of getting old? I will then go downstairs in that room where there are people with hot skins. And I'm going to dance alone. These pretty girls are so boring. Everyone wants to die as heroes. But people will continue to talk with their white teeth like snow. I will continue to dance alone. I'll be my best friend. I will forget that people were born to die. But people will continue to talk. I feel so alone. At the same time the smell of this feeling was so good. I'm going to take sleeping pills. I will continue to bite my tongue. I never wanted to go back here. I like to live in romance with my dreams. I'm lying on the floor listening to their noise from above. Here seems that no one is good enough. It's funny and scary but I've never felt so alone. But I'm going to keep dancing and let people talk. In the house of a million dreams without fears. Suddenly everything seemed so beautiful. So I went downstairs to take pictures of everyone's dreams. To remember that I'm going to continue a girl without life.

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Sep 15, 2018

Sep 15, 2018 at 1:55 PM UTC

shirley-antonio

A hundred milions of dreams without fear.

Blood wounds. Smell of euphoria outside. Today is Saturday. I'm here bitting my tongue And I'm going to listen to the talk of my fake friends. Why they are you so afraid of getting old? I will then go downstairs in that room where there are people with hot skins. And I'm going to dance alone. These pretty girls are so boring. Everyone wants to die as heroes. But people will continue to talk with their white teeth like snow. I will continue to dance alone. I'll be my best friend. I will forget that people were born to die. But people will continue to talk. I feel so alone. At the same time the smell of this feeling was so good. I'm going to take sleeping pills. I will continue to bite my tongue. I never wanted to go back here. I like to live in romance with my dreams. I'm lying on the floor listening to their noise from above. Here seems that no one is good enough. It's funny and scary but I've never felt so alone. But I'm going to keep dancing and let people talk. In the house of a million dreams without fears. Suddenly everything seemed so beautiful. So I went downstairs to take pictures of everyone's dreams. To remember that I'm going to continue a girl without life.

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