"mysteria" poems - Hello Poetry

I'm not sure what they said what is done really messes with my head Communicating with butterflies always ends with them in your stomach then we age and wonder why we're aneamic just say yes or no there is no pain in rejecting a question there is only pain in a lack of communication as messing with the senses creates an awful sensation so just stop ******* around and say what you mean Anxiety, depression, migraines, mysteria they never make much sense now i know this isn't in your criteria but just be honest be blunt it will end all pain I may be ambitious you may be delicious but miscommunication is disatrious

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May 7, 2016

May 7, 2016 at 3:06 AM UTC

noah-martin

Miscommunication

I'm not sure what they said what is done really messes with my head Communicating with butterflies always ends with them in your stomach then we age and wonder why we're aneamic just say yes or no there is no pain in rejecting a question there is only pain in a lack of communication as messing with the senses creates an awful sensation so just stop ******* around and say what you mean Anxiety, depression, migraines, mysteria they never make much sense now i know this isn't in your criteria but just be honest be blunt it will end all pain I may be ambitious you may be delicious but miscommunication is disatrious

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all is warm and one you are here in my mynde, where I keep the holy relics all along the martyrs' trail ****** footprints less than walking on your spirit hands so skip, dance, you martyrs you signed on for this: mysterium mysteria majestic now you are here, there is no turning back, you ate the knossos bread, you drank the wine you are tainted by ancient perfection You are one with the Golden Age You can no longer be less than you are welcome, welcome, rose petals at your feet next harvest, perhaps you will be our sacrifice but for now, live in thys moment become what you know you might be so many to cheer your life as it drains away in dust revered, beloved, nothing less than a God you are to me, save the crops for another year become the bread between our teeth grind me like corn beneath your hips tonight that moon demands a sacrifice, but first you are the golden god of our dreams we need you, trust your blood singing like erinyes at your heels singing helah helah helah as you walk the white dust of the path The path that only Iphegenia knows we love you we love you selah, love, selah we would die for you will you die for us?

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May 30, 2018

May 30, 2018 at 8:05 PM UTC

AlisonWild

bad winds for sadder ships

all is warm and one you are here in my mynde, where I keep the holy relics all along the martyrs' trail ****** footprints less than walking on your spirit hands so skip, dance, you martyrs you signed on for this: mysterium mysteria majestic now you are here, there is no turning back, you ate the knossos bread, you drank the wine you are tainted by ancient perfection You are one with the Golden Age You can no longer be less than you are welcome, welcome, rose petals at your feet next harvest, perhaps you will be our sacrifice but for now, live in thys moment become what you know you might be so many to cheer your life as it drains away in dust revered, beloved, nothing less than a God you are to me, save the crops for another year become the bread between our teeth grind me like corn beneath your hips tonight that moon demands a sacrifice, but first you are the golden god of our dreams we need you, trust your blood singing like erinyes at your heels singing helah helah helah as you walk the white dust of the path The path that only Iphegenia knows we love you we love you selah, love, selah we would die for you will you die for us?

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The woman he saw from his childhood often, He pondered— She is not even fair and beauty— When did his heart become so fragile and soften? Was it her silence, deep as the ocean, Or the way she was unbothered By what the world might think of her life and motion? When did I start to observe her so? I should condemn my heart before it goes too far. I’ve witnessed every phase she’s been through, Watched the life she walked, in joy and scar. Some claim that love means sharing the good and bad, But it’s hard when I think of pulling her into my worst and sad. I’d be glad if she got a life much better— But I fear, what if I’m wrong and regret it later? Enough—this inner battle must now settle. I’ve decided to take her hand in mine And get over this heart’s restless saddle. I went to her And whispered in a gentle manner, "I wish for your heart— Give me a chance to heal your broken part." Blushing a little, She answered: "You really took your time a lot. Don’t you think you deserve a penance For all the days we spent apart?" I cracked a laugh To ease my nerves— She really doesn’t know How fast my heart beats. It’s a mysteria, I don’t deserve. She chirped, "I have a request to tell— Please hear me once, and hear me well." I replied, "I am yours, as you are mine. Don’t hesitate—just tell your mind." She continued: "I want to make memories with you—by Walking down a narrow aisle, Getting married before the ones Who gave us birth—and the One who sent us here. Not just making pictures with those Who can’t decide whether to forget or forgive, Or those who never learned ---------- ---- How to live or let live. I want to leave an impression of each moment in this world, With you—walking along. I never cared who doesn't get along. I don’t want castles or money bills— Let’s live the rest of our lives in a little cottage down the valley and hills, With nature and our pet Dolly— Simple feasts now and then with friends. And I’ll be so happy. I know you have many dreams to pursue— I’ll support them, even if it costs a few. I know it’s hard for you to open up sometimes, But I’ll be there—for all your climbs." I was astonished by her speech— She looked puzzled, unsure how I’d react. So, I gave her a peck on the forehead, To let her know— She’s not getting away from me. Never ever. Now I know why it happened to my heart... Indeed, she is not fair and beauty. She is beyond that— She is my beautiful fairy.

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Jul 11, 2025

Jul 11, 2025 at 2:54 AM UTC

Quiet_Moments_2000

My Beautiful Fairy

The woman he saw from his childhood often, He pondered— She is not even fair and beauty— When did his heart become so fragile and soften? Was it her silence, deep as the ocean, Or the way she was unbothered By what the world might think of her life and motion? When did I start to observe her so? I should condemn my heart before it goes too far. I’ve witnessed every phase she’s been through, Watched the life she walked, in joy and scar. Some claim that love means sharing the good and bad, But it’s hard when I think of pulling her into my worst and sad. I’d be glad if she got a life much better— But I fear, what if I’m wrong and regret it later? Enough—this inner battle must now settle. I’ve decided to take her hand in mine And get over this heart’s restless saddle. I went to her And whispered in a gentle manner, "I wish for your heart— Give me a chance to heal your broken part." Blushing a little, She answered: "You really took your time a lot. Don’t you think you deserve a penance For all the days we spent apart?" I cracked a laugh To ease my nerves— She really doesn’t know How fast my heart beats. It’s a mysteria, I don’t deserve. She chirped, "I have a request to tell— Please hear me once, and hear me well." I replied, "I am yours, as you are mine. Don’t hesitate—just tell your mind." She continued: "I want to make memories with you—by Walking down a narrow aisle, Getting married before the ones Who gave us birth—and the One who sent us here. Not just making pictures with those Who can’t decide whether to forget or forgive, Or those who never learned ---------- ---- How to live or let live. I want to leave an impression of each moment in this world, With you—walking along. I never cared who doesn't get along. I don’t want castles or money bills— Let’s live the rest of our lives in a little cottage down the valley and hills, With nature and our pet Dolly— Simple feasts now and then with friends. And I’ll be so happy. I know you have many dreams to pursue— I’ll support them, even if it costs a few. I know it’s hard for you to open up sometimes, But I’ll be there—for all your climbs." I was astonished by her speech— She looked puzzled, unsure how I’d react. So, I gave her a peck on the forehead, To let her know— She’s not getting away from me. Never ever. Now I know why it happened to my heart... Indeed, she is not fair and beauty. She is beyond that— She is my beautiful fairy.

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She doesn't wear sunglasses to be hot or cool She doesn't wear them as a fashion statement She doesn't even wear them while in the throes of mysteria She simply wears them to hide the bruises

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Feb 19, 2020

Feb 19, 2020 at 12:52 PM UTC

Carlo-C-Gomez

Heliocentric

She doesn't wear sunglasses to be hot or cool She doesn't wear them as a fashion statement She doesn't even wear them while in the throes of mysteria She simply wears them to hide the bruises

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