"monsooned" poems - Hello Poetry

I broke my knuckles and hands on those who raised their hands in disrespect, Towards you, For you I've monsooned enough tears to fertilize dry lands so that you may prosper. Because of you, I may become the man both of you have waited so patiently for I to be. For I to become.

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Jan 8, 2015

Jan 8, 2015 at 10:04 AM UTC

miguel-a-barriento

For, I.

I broke my knuckles and hands on those who raised their hands in disrespect, Towards you, For you I've monsooned enough tears to fertilize dry lands so that you may prosper. Because of you, I may become the man both of you have waited so patiently for I to be. For I to become.

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The love that beholds me, awakens the senses, an adrenaline shot to the heart, eyes wide open as If breathing from the deathly hallows The rusty cogs slowly turn, gaining momentum, as the lost love pours through me like a monsooned river, hitting every part of me, a flicked light switch in the dead of night, as light overflows the darkness, my being is transformed, I'm alive, I'm alive

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Jun 9, 2020

Jun 9, 2020 at 6:06 AM UTC

steven-boston

Awakened

The love that beholds me, awakens the senses, an adrenaline shot to the heart, eyes wide open as If breathing from the deathly hallows The rusty cogs slowly turn, gaining momentum, as the lost love pours through me like a monsooned river, hitting every part of me, a flicked light switch in the dead of night, as light overflows the darkness, my being is transformed, I'm alive, I'm alive

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Spiders eggs hatching consume my weary fractured vessel embodied in canals of conflicting emotion muted to the outside world Ghost in a shell wondering in the valley of death fallen debris pierces my conscience floating on the monsooned mayhem Kamakaze in-flight and bound thoughts chained in steel painted in perilous poison maiming every interaction Train stops with sudden jolt in its tired teary tracks unaware of the pittiful plight deep sighed breath in rescued relief And then again and again and again AND AGAIN

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Aug 28, 2021

Aug 28, 2021 at 4:56 PM UTC

steven-boston

Under The Surface

Spiders eggs hatching consume my weary fractured vessel embodied in canals of conflicting emotion muted to the outside world Ghost in a shell wondering in the valley of death fallen debris pierces my conscience floating on the monsooned mayhem Kamakaze in-flight and bound thoughts chained in steel painted in perilous poison maiming every interaction Train stops with sudden jolt in its tired teary tracks unaware of the pittiful plight deep sighed breath in rescued relief And then again and again and again AND AGAIN

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