"numerously" poems - Hello Poetry

What's the difference between slavery and having dogs? I mean when they do good we give them treats same as when a slave does good we give them small incentives when they are bad we punish them the same thing with human slaves we either are good dog lovers or dog abusers the same as good masters and bad masters we transport them numerously the same with human slaves we breed them the same with human slaves we give them this food called "dog food" which is a low quality food given to human slaves and the most obvious of all is dog collars and chains as to categorized them as property and to subconsciously "oppressed" them. So is having a dog wrong? A lot of people seem to treat dogs correctly the dogs seems nice and happy So was slavery okay? I really don't know You decide...

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Apr 13, 2014

Apr 13, 2014 at 10:17 PM UTC

DontExist

Slavery and Dogs

What's the difference between slavery and having dogs? I mean when they do good we give them treats same as when a slave does good we give them small incentives when they are bad we punish them the same thing with human slaves we either are good dog lovers or dog abusers the same as good masters and bad masters we transport them numerously the same with human slaves we breed them the same with human slaves we give them this food called "dog food" which is a low quality food given to human slaves and the most obvious of all is dog collars and chains as to categorized them as property and to subconsciously "oppressed" them. So is having a dog wrong? A lot of people seem to treat dogs correctly the dogs seems nice and happy So was slavery okay? I really don't know You decide...

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But soft, what flatulence through yonder rancid window breaks. If it is the east, well then I’m heading west. I wish I could recite this and I wouldn’t be talking about my life, but life is fair… just not for me. So I dive right in unfortunately. And I bask and I bask and I bask. Hold on, wait, please allow me to retract, as this occurs numerously within occupation. I firstly divide the **** cheeks, as if Moses dividing the seas. Like Jesus I break bread… anyways… my life is literally spent with my nose sandwiched between numerous people’s backsides. This brings me to my next point… I love my job… because I love people. My favorites are obese people because they suffocate me and for a brief moment I am without consciousness and have not a clue of my reality. The people I do it for the most though are the unstable people, you know?... the people with digestive problems that are so unstable they sometimes slip and instead of their body gas I am left with a face that looks like a diarrhea toilet. I am a poet though and therefore I hold onto the only significant job related poem that I’ve seen on our restroom walls… “Here I sit lonely hearted, came to **** but only farted.”

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Oct 17, 2012

Oct 17, 2012 at 1:46 PM UTC

samir

The **** sniffer

But soft, what flatulence through yonder rancid window breaks. If it is the east, well then I’m heading west. I wish I could recite this and I wouldn’t be talking about my life, but life is fair… just not for me. So I dive right in unfortunately. And I bask and I bask and I bask. Hold on, wait, please allow me to retract, as this occurs numerously within occupation. I firstly divide the **** cheeks, as if Moses dividing the seas. Like Jesus I break bread… anyways… my life is literally spent with my nose sandwiched between numerous people’s backsides. This brings me to my next point… I love my job… because I love people. My favorites are obese people because they suffocate me and for a brief moment I am without consciousness and have not a clue of my reality. The people I do it for the most though are the unstable people, you know?... the people with digestive problems that are so unstable they sometimes slip and instead of their body gas I am left with a face that looks like a diarrhea toilet. I am a poet though and therefore I hold onto the only significant job related poem that I’ve seen on our restroom walls… “Here I sit lonely hearted, came to **** but only farted.”

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I perceived you only as I could I saw you for what you were You were an innocent being, of all You never saw coming what caused the stirs Your purity won my heart Among all senses, there was my seventh That awakened me every night and day – My rationale, my core’s filament. I have always been myself I’ve carried myself with care Once I am told that I do not belong My heart, mind and spirit are all stone and bare. I have seen and faced many heavens With my hands, fingers, lips and conscience I have been all that there is to be From devoutly hopeful to hopelessly incontinent. In your name, I have set myself free numerously My zeal faded each time, as my fetters clinked I know I became your entire world, but did you at all know – You were my cage, within which I fluttered incessantly to fly out and sing?

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Nov 4, 2015

Nov 4, 2015 at 8:23 AM UTC

indioul

Perception Upon My Seventh

I perceived you only as I could I saw you for what you were You were an innocent being, of all You never saw coming what caused the stirs Your purity won my heart Among all senses, there was my seventh That awakened me every night and day – My rationale, my core’s filament. I have always been myself I’ve carried myself with care Once I am told that I do not belong My heart, mind and spirit are all stone and bare. I have seen and faced many heavens With my hands, fingers, lips and conscience I have been all that there is to be From devoutly hopeful to hopelessly incontinent. In your name, I have set myself free numerously My zeal faded each time, as my fetters clinked I know I became your entire world, but did you at all know – You were my cage, within which I fluttered incessantly to fly out and sing?

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That tree that stood tall... Years of knowledge ingrained in its ligaments... (Numerously choked by its own rings) I still see our carvings... (The haunting scars imbedded deep into the bark and our memories.) Hieroglyphic memorials for our first everything... (The dates of which things died.) The knot furled into its center... (Forget-me-nots decaying at its very roots.) Do you remember? (How hard was it to forget?)

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May 29, 2017

May 29, 2017 at 5:29 PM UTC

feral

That Tree that Stood Tall

That tree that stood tall... Years of knowledge ingrained in its ligaments... (Numerously choked by its own rings) I still see our carvings... (The haunting scars imbedded deep into the bark and our memories.) Hieroglyphic memorials for our first everything... (The dates of which things died.) The knot furled into its center... (Forget-me-nots decaying at its very roots.) Do you remember? (How hard was it to forget?)

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Quietly, quickly, inconspicuously, daringly, cautiously, knowingly, doubtingly, forcefully, confusedly, consciously, uncontrollably, thoughtfully, dumbly, numerously, abusively, blatantly, spontaneously, thinking of the blank, black, silence that engulfs my being every nocturnal moment I remain frozen in the banks of reality waiting for the hypothetical trigger of the hypothetical gun to be ripped behind its epicenter to allow me the will to be woken from a death that had been disrupted by a millimeter of flame from a centimeter of a stars everlasting life within a never lasting cycle of momentary aliveness in a stillness that ceases to be as such.

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Dec 22, 2014

Dec 22, 2014 at 1:02 AM UTC

undetermined

The Silence is Optional

Quietly, quickly, inconspicuously, daringly, cautiously, knowingly, doubtingly, forcefully, confusedly, consciously, uncontrollably, thoughtfully, dumbly, numerously, abusively, blatantly, spontaneously, thinking of the blank, black, silence that engulfs my being every nocturnal moment I remain frozen in the banks of reality waiting for the hypothetical trigger of the hypothetical gun to be ripped behind its epicenter to allow me the will to be woken from a death that had been disrupted by a millimeter of flame from a centimeter of a stars everlasting life within a never lasting cycle of momentary aliveness in a stillness that ceases to be as such.

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Wondrous, beautiful, shining white lights Speckled numerously before my balcony I close my eyes and breathe in the saccharine air Oh, I revel in thy beauty The city so sleek So embodied with life and love My home, my divine metropolis Reflected, with dotted light, most evenly in the sky above I could never imagine somewhere as precious as her With so many things, I have and yet to see I open my eyes, letting the sapphire sky Bathe me in serenity

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Jun 26, 2013

Jun 26, 2013 at 11:06 AM UTC

biyoekii

The City: Serene.

Wondrous, beautiful, shining white lights Speckled numerously before my balcony I close my eyes and breathe in the saccharine air Oh, I revel in thy beauty The city so sleek So embodied with life and love My home, my divine metropolis Reflected, with dotted light, most evenly in the sky above I could never imagine somewhere as precious as her With so many things, I have and yet to see I open my eyes, letting the sapphire sky Bathe me in serenity

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I have been told by numerous individuals not to let this pain consume me. But how do I do that, when grace is the biggest tragedy I've ever known? The breath of life itself feels like an utmost betrayal, like as though salt of the earth is mocking my sheer will to be. I don't know how to exist outside myself, Outside this body that has only witnessed departures of the ones who vowed to stay within, beside,...... always. Outside this mind that is on par with the despair that has seemed to last longer than it promised to; begged to. I have been told, numerously, not to dwell on what was, /what could have been, /what will never be, /what should have been if only I hadn't resembled the person that I was on most days. ............I should have led him to false truths. After all, The houses built on lies, seem to harbor the strongest foundations, the simplest facades....... The idealistic framework of a hope that has sworn to stay.

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Apr 4, 2025

Apr 4, 2025 at 3:32 AM UTC

wtfisellawriting

CONUNDRUMS

I have been told by numerous individuals not to let this pain consume me. But how do I do that, when grace is the biggest tragedy I've ever known? The breath of life itself feels like an utmost betrayal, like as though salt of the earth is mocking my sheer will to be. I don't know how to exist outside myself, Outside this body that has only witnessed departures of the ones who vowed to stay within, beside,...... always. Outside this mind that is on par with the despair that has seemed to last longer than it promised to; begged to. I have been told, numerously, not to dwell on what was, /what could have been, /what will never be, /what should have been if only I hadn't resembled the person that I was on most days. ............I should have led him to false truths. After all, The houses built on lies, seem to harbor the strongest foundations, the simplest facades....... The idealistic framework of a hope that has sworn to stay.

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Eyes in the back of my head, high alerted of my surroundings Can’t escape my enemy, I feel terribly surrounded Too many near death experiences & looking at those with a personal vendetta Thinking that taking me out is the way of making their lives better If I Die Tonight then let me go, I’ve lived to the best of my ability Tried to change the world in every possible Even when most don’t see the good within me Maybe they’ll have a better chance than I did, suicide failed numerously Can’t have anyone getting close to me, fearing them all using me The hell is never far away but always lurking for a chance to strike Needing any reason to take you away especially when you don’t pay the price If I Die Tonight then let my spirit move on the next phase Bury me next to my legacy & turn the next page If this is my final stand, just know I stood for something Representing those without a voice & those trying to come up from nothing I’m no saint in any way but I used my God given gift the best way I knew how Slowly rising above all expectations & feeling the jealousy growing heavy now Paranoia’s gotten the best of me & I don’t want anyone next to me Just so they can plot on taking me out after getting the best of me The war is far from over, my soul just can’t be killed Broke me down once & I’m slowly trying to rebuild So If I Die Tonight, don’t cry just let me fly away The Good never exist forever but that the price you pay

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Nov 10, 2017

Nov 10, 2017 at 3:58 PM UTC

KingDrePencasso

If I Die Tonight

Eyes in the back of my head, high alerted of my surroundings Can’t escape my enemy, I feel terribly surrounded Too many near death experiences & looking at those with a personal vendetta Thinking that taking me out is the way of making their lives better If I Die Tonight then let me go, I’ve lived to the best of my ability Tried to change the world in every possible Even when most don’t see the good within me Maybe they’ll have a better chance than I did, suicide failed numerously Can’t have anyone getting close to me, fearing them all using me The hell is never far away but always lurking for a chance to strike Needing any reason to take you away especially when you don’t pay the price If I Die Tonight then let my spirit move on the next phase Bury me next to my legacy & turn the next page If this is my final stand, just know I stood for something Representing those without a voice & those trying to come up from nothing I’m no saint in any way but I used my God given gift the best way I knew how Slowly rising above all expectations & feeling the jealousy growing heavy now Paranoia’s gotten the best of me & I don’t want anyone next to me Just so they can plot on taking me out after getting the best of me The war is far from over, my soul just can’t be killed Broke me down once & I’m slowly trying to rebuild So If I Die Tonight, don’t cry just let me fly away The Good never exist forever but that the price you pay

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