"movingly" poems - Hello Poetry

(a satirical pop at the Illuminati) It's time to slay fatted consumer cows It's time to fumigate the Great Unwashed; To sow mutation's seeds behind the ploughs To see the dullard's dreams forever quashed. How movingly they pray not to be harmed! How doggedly they work to make a wage! How prettily they line up to be farmed, Yet, how they long to be at centre stage! The Useless Eaters eat their pizzas deep, Their double fries and creamy mayonnaise; Produce only some methane while asleep, And fodder for landfill, throughout their days. It's time for the superiors to win; Unleash the virus, let the cull begin.

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Sep 30, 2013

Sep 30, 2013 at 10:15 PM UTC

sara-l-russell

Illuminati Party

(a satirical pop at the Illuminati) It's time to slay fatted consumer cows It's time to fumigate the Great Unwashed; To sow mutation's seeds behind the ploughs To see the dullard's dreams forever quashed. How movingly they pray not to be harmed! How doggedly they work to make a wage! How prettily they line up to be farmed, Yet, how they long to be at centre stage! The Useless Eaters eat their pizzas deep, Their double fries and creamy mayonnaise; Produce only some methane while asleep, And fodder for landfill, throughout their days. It's time for the superiors to win; Unleash the virus, let the cull begin.

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October winds, they came at last Across the hills and ponds, they passed And strewed bright autumn leaves around So wonderful, their stirring sound Relentlessly, they lured my mind Down ancient paths that ever wind So forthwith I sped through my door Toward Massapoag's long sandy shore And to the windy beach, I came As waters glowed with twilight's flame I felt your love on me enfold As I gazed out on waters gold So movingly, our hearts were one Neath crimson rays of setting sun Though far across the land, you dwelt Eternal was the love I felt That spanned the mountains and the seas And rode the wild Autumn breeze Now Autumn days to Winter, turn This vision will, in my heart, burn.

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Jul 9, 2015

Jul 9, 2015 at 6:02 PM UTC

night-flyer

A Vision on the Autumn Breeze

October winds, they came at last Across the hills and ponds, they passed And strewed bright autumn leaves around So wonderful, their stirring sound Relentlessly, they lured my mind Down ancient paths that ever wind So forthwith I sped through my door Toward Massapoag's long sandy shore And to the windy beach, I came As waters glowed with twilight's flame I felt your love on me enfold As I gazed out on waters gold So movingly, our hearts were one Neath crimson rays of setting sun Though far across the land, you dwelt Eternal was the love I felt That spanned the mountains and the seas And rode the wild Autumn breeze Now Autumn days to Winter, turn This vision will, in my heart, burn.

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an anomaly few roots are many roots of the same tree from outside I am within the bark that encloses me here ye here ye! polygonal me mocking you an apology all a'Riddle first due to the very nature my skin my leaf contradictory, the roots they twist on me the vines of me the veins of me my pain you cannot see my pain you cannot see double vision two no three four or infinity to a varying degree my body tis' of thee, tangled up insanity of thee I sing ***** from my fathers side egg from my mothers side brain and heart formaldehyde let my moods swing polygonal me an anomaly normally unnatural and artificially indeed through means of fabrication and good malicious deed confiscatory generous and metaphorically my breed sarcastically scholastic institutionalized branches from the end to my seed divinely soulless constrictedly free interestingly boring grammatical greed desperately selfish slowly with speed movingly static hungry to feed constantly moving polygonal anomaly how many sides to a coin always flipping to a coin always spinning polygonal me transparency just like a tree there are many sides to a story through shadows cannot see the interlocking counterparts elbows, knees, branches on trees. who says they can't get along? I say they have to disagree. why can't they just let it be? why don't you be you?... and me be me me me me. Just like a tree whistling and singing chirping with glee waking me up at 6:30 though shadows cannot see an anomaly sometimes they play tricks on me polygonal me

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Jun 15, 2012

Jun 15, 2012 at 3:10 AM UTC

samir

polygonal me

an anomaly few roots are many roots of the same tree from outside I am within the bark that encloses me here ye here ye! polygonal me mocking you an apology all a'Riddle first due to the very nature my skin my leaf contradictory, the roots they twist on me the vines of me the veins of me my pain you cannot see my pain you cannot see double vision two no three four or infinity to a varying degree my body tis' of thee, tangled up insanity of thee I sing ***** from my fathers side egg from my mothers side brain and heart formaldehyde let my moods swing polygonal me an anomaly normally unnatural and artificially indeed through means of fabrication and good malicious deed confiscatory generous and metaphorically my breed sarcastically scholastic institutionalized branches from the end to my seed divinely soulless constrictedly free interestingly boring grammatical greed desperately selfish slowly with speed movingly static hungry to feed constantly moving polygonal anomaly how many sides to a coin always flipping to a coin always spinning polygonal me transparency just like a tree there are many sides to a story through shadows cannot see the interlocking counterparts elbows, knees, branches on trees. who says they can't get along? I say they have to disagree. why can't they just let it be? why don't you be you?... and me be me me me me. Just like a tree whistling and singing chirping with glee waking me up at 6:30 though shadows cannot see an anomaly sometimes they play tricks on me polygonal me

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expertise irrelevant, a knowing recognition where & when & why, venn diagram inflection points intersect, and also confine the nirvana nexus on a line of dots in a movingly motion connected by a formula that has an equal 🟰 in its muddly middle the man’s best sole instructions to her only solve! me when in an moveable interaction the power of rushing baking cake & it’s filling is akin to trying to hold back a bucking stream that cannot both be ****** or dammed running words, making you obsessed to remember every detail, but commas only, never a period interrupting continuity no essential points of exit and entry and yet… you cold stop to breathe wondering how came you to be a container intertwining motifs and motives, desires contradictory, control contrives to be a controversy pressured pressed together, and you want to stop, go, turnings to touch, she be tablet and he the pen, and you wrack to remember each detail, the poem complete or will confusions reign supreme and all the fantastical schemes are shot to hell, ink spilled, house doused and she good naturedly laughs at you, cause she knows poet better than himself and forgives him his inspirational dazes and gazes of confusion because it is hard to give when giving birth to a dream’s obsessive demands to love one more than the other each deserves no rival, just a final fini, she wants the same, but the heart is where he keeps hid, exactly what she needs, so forgives a little, because loving a crazy man after all these years is taking the excesses costly cause that be an insanity desired, what she loves, the dusky duo inside him a constant battle re fusing resolving the man’s contradictories, that she cherishes him for more, his mired mind, more and laughs at mores, cause it is never ending; his more is feature why she loves him very best, she showers and laughs, he rushes in puzzlement featured on his face, so invites him in and as he falls to his knees in a watery embrace, while grasping her hips, she states with a finality: “‘ ”let us discuss the importance of proper endings”

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Oct 4, 2024

Oct 4, 2024 at 4:38 PM UTC

stillcrazyafteralltheseye

recreational writing & ***

expertise irrelevant, a knowing recognition where & when & why, venn diagram inflection points intersect, and also confine the nirvana nexus on a line of dots in a movingly motion connected by a formula that has an equal 🟰 in its muddly middle the man’s best sole instructions to her only solve! me when in an moveable interaction the power of rushing baking cake & it’s filling is akin to trying to hold back a bucking stream that cannot both be ****** or dammed running words, making you obsessed to remember every detail, but commas only, never a period interrupting continuity no essential points of exit and entry and yet… you cold stop to breathe wondering how came you to be a container intertwining motifs and motives, desires contradictory, control contrives to be a controversy pressured pressed together, and you want to stop, go, turnings to touch, she be tablet and he the pen, and you wrack to remember each detail, the poem complete or will confusions reign supreme and all the fantastical schemes are shot to hell, ink spilled, house doused and she good naturedly laughs at you, cause she knows poet better than himself and forgives him his inspirational dazes and gazes of confusion because it is hard to give when giving birth to a dream’s obsessive demands to love one more than the other each deserves no rival, just a final fini, she wants the same, but the heart is where he keeps hid, exactly what she needs, so forgives a little, because loving a crazy man after all these years is taking the excesses costly cause that be an insanity desired, what she loves, the dusky duo inside him a constant battle re fusing resolving the man’s contradictories, that she cherishes him for more, his mired mind, more and laughs at mores, cause it is never ending; his more is feature why she loves him very best, she showers and laughs, he rushes in puzzlement featured on his face, so invites him in and as he falls to his knees in a watery embrace, while grasping her hips, she states with a finality: “‘ ”let us discuss the importance of proper endings”

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Say goodbye through the crackly shield of my car . The eyelids of mine so heavy as steel. I'm tired and weak an I have drove to far To a place that's far from real Don't let your heavy wings pull you down , make you frill Make you frown, My angel Let me lift you up, as you have done since day 1 Make me a drug to heighten your mind I can't be alone at this time I saw your hurt, like a mirror Movingly blood through veins I didn't know we're real Somewhere deep, came a tear Rubbed on your cheek, we were sealed Don't be down, don't leave me down Ill be your king, just give me the crown Don't let your heavy wings pull you down, make you frail, make you frown, My angel

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Jul 16, 2013

Jul 16, 2013 at 11:58 PM UTC

adam-schwab

My Angel

Say goodbye through the crackly shield of my car . The eyelids of mine so heavy as steel. I'm tired and weak an I have drove to far To a place that's far from real Don't let your heavy wings pull you down , make you frill Make you frown, My angel Let me lift you up, as you have done since day 1 Make me a drug to heighten your mind I can't be alone at this time I saw your hurt, like a mirror Movingly blood through veins I didn't know we're real Somewhere deep, came a tear Rubbed on your cheek, we were sealed Don't be down, don't leave me down Ill be your king, just give me the crown Don't let your heavy wings pull you down, make you frail, make you frown, My angel

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I am in love with what I could be I am rooted in stagnant ambition Tied to the sky and still pulled by gravity Full of detail but lacking definition I see stars hung in my eyes I know rainbows surge in my veins But it's cloudy where my body lies And my most colorful ideas are blots and stains My hands and mouth make no music My soul has songs pulsing to be played I can make a word bend to movingly use it But still feel locked up today I am in love with what I could be A stunning display of divine creation There's something burning colors inside of me It burns for satiation

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Nov 15, 2010

Nov 15, 2010 at 11:59 AM UTC

tinymtn

Burning Out

I am in love with what I could be I am rooted in stagnant ambition Tied to the sky and still pulled by gravity Full of detail but lacking definition I see stars hung in my eyes I know rainbows surge in my veins But it's cloudy where my body lies And my most colorful ideas are blots and stains My hands and mouth make no music My soul has songs pulsing to be played I can make a word bend to movingly use it But still feel locked up today I am in love with what I could be A stunning display of divine creation There's something burning colors inside of me It burns for satiation

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There she lives far away in the universe....... She smiles a little knowingly and grins a little movingly, but she knows the future so she doesn't worry..... And the fact that she doesn't worry makes me fall in love with her. But she lives far away in a far away universe..... while i live here with the bridge and the river, But i hope our universes bridge or hers i discover..... But i dont really care becoz i also equally love the river.

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Mar 26, 2014

Mar 26, 2014 at 7:37 AM UTC

rocky

No care for co-incidence.

There she lives far away in the universe....... She smiles a little knowingly and grins a little movingly, but she knows the future so she doesn't worry..... And the fact that she doesn't worry makes me fall in love with her. But she lives far away in a far away universe..... while i live here with the bridge and the river, But i hope our universes bridge or hers i discover..... But i dont really care becoz i also equally love the river.

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I look at your picture A deep rooted memory Rehashing your features Feeling giddy with familiarity I observe your hair A sounding valley Clash of colors With earthy balancing An enriching, warm smile Makes drab walls radiate For all the chips the walls keep Absolute contrast your skin makes Smart and kind eyes Movingly carved face Look inviting for all Needing contact or embrace Relaxed and composed Fresh, appealing attire Dainty like a sandy castle Concealed strength to admire Physical cast aside Perceptible by senses Nimble, tenacious mind Like wind mapping surfaces Compassion, consideration As natural as breathing Spring of kindness Rarely impeded Deep rooted loyalty Veiled gentle protection Ageless controlled fire For those in the sanctum Beneath the drawn armor Lie spots of mischief Hint of adulthood Innocent, questioning beliefs If all goes to ruin You will still be loved All that matters is Existence of and for love.

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Jun 15, 2020

Jun 15, 2020 at 2:19 AM UTC

divya-kaushik

AJ's Birthday

I look at your picture A deep rooted memory Rehashing your features Feeling giddy with familiarity I observe your hair A sounding valley Clash of colors With earthy balancing An enriching, warm smile Makes drab walls radiate For all the chips the walls keep Absolute contrast your skin makes Smart and kind eyes Movingly carved face Look inviting for all Needing contact or embrace Relaxed and composed Fresh, appealing attire Dainty like a sandy castle Concealed strength to admire Physical cast aside Perceptible by senses Nimble, tenacious mind Like wind mapping surfaces Compassion, consideration As natural as breathing Spring of kindness Rarely impeded Deep rooted loyalty Veiled gentle protection Ageless controlled fire For those in the sanctum Beneath the drawn armor Lie spots of mischief Hint of adulthood Innocent, questioning beliefs If all goes to ruin You will still be loved All that matters is Existence of and for love.

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if i look at you with movingly stare would you stay still in this emptiness i can't fill as i reach the needle stuck in this chest you adore with the heavy sound of sighs slipping through your lovely thick lips you said you love me but dear do you believe that we are in love.

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May 22, 2017

May 22, 2017 at 10:22 AM UTC

maudyelvira

don't let go

if i look at you with movingly stare would you stay still in this emptiness i can't fill as i reach the needle stuck in this chest you adore with the heavy sound of sighs slipping through your lovely thick lips you said you love me but dear do you believe that we are in love.

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