"palour" poems - Hello Poetry

Mannerless child! Shameless child! Arrogant child! You lack home training. Your parents must be bad. Please don't fault my parents I was raised well. I was raised to greet my elders and address them with respect. Just because I walked pass you at the mall, doesn't mean my parents are to be blamed, If my parents found out I will be scolded. I was raised to say "please" whenever I seek for a favour and to say "thank you" as a sign of appreciation, Just because I didn't utter any, Doesn't mean my parents lack gratitude, If my parents found out, they will never gift me. I was raised to wear decent clothings and be moral in my actions and behaviours, Just because I wore a skimpy outfit, Dosent mean my parents bought them, If my parents found out, they will burn them to ashes. I was raised to be humble and have patience, Just because you saw me cursing and fighting on the street, Doesn't mean my parent encourages it, If my parents found out I will be grounded. I was raised to be generous, to love and care without expectations, Just because I'm indifferent, Doesn't mean my parents are heartless, If they found out they will be disappointed. I was raised to study and be successful in life, Just because I'm a school drop out, Doesn't mean my parent never paid my fees, If they found out they will be angry. I was raised to always go to church or the mosques, To visit relatives and friends, Just because you saw me at the beer palour Smoking and wasting myself, Doesn't mean my parents ordained it, If they found out, the next day might be my funeral. So please don't fault my parent. I was raised well. ~boddobodes ---------------------------------

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Feb 20, 2021

Feb 20, 2021 at 2:16 AM UTC

Boddobodes

I was raised

Mannerless child! Shameless child! Arrogant child! You lack home training. Your parents must be bad. Please don't fault my parents I was raised well. I was raised to greet my elders and address them with respect. Just because I walked pass you at the mall, doesn't mean my parents are to be blamed, If my parents found out I will be scolded. I was raised to say "please" whenever I seek for a favour and to say "thank you" as a sign of appreciation, Just because I didn't utter any, Doesn't mean my parents lack gratitude, If my parents found out, they will never gift me. I was raised to wear decent clothings and be moral in my actions and behaviours, Just because I wore a skimpy outfit, Dosent mean my parents bought them, If my parents found out, they will burn them to ashes. I was raised to be humble and have patience, Just because you saw me cursing and fighting on the street, Doesn't mean my parent encourages it, If my parents found out I will be grounded. I was raised to be generous, to love and care without expectations, Just because I'm indifferent, Doesn't mean my parents are heartless, If they found out they will be disappointed. I was raised to study and be successful in life, Just because I'm a school drop out, Doesn't mean my parent never paid my fees, If they found out they will be angry. I was raised to always go to church or the mosques, To visit relatives and friends, Just because you saw me at the beer palour Smoking and wasting myself, Doesn't mean my parents ordained it, If they found out, the next day might be my funeral. So please don't fault my parent. I was raised well. ~boddobodes ---------------------------------

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Amongst the oyster shells, and herring bones, we drank our marigold wine, well versed in starlight laughter our future seemed twined. I had always imagined your palour, your etherealness wove a spell. Your shadow cast until the dawn forever nearing the shoreline. Hope fell by the wayside illumined you flurried into the azure depths a timeless steely rote I recall.

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Jun 7, 2012

Jun 7, 2012 at 7:26 PM UTC

antony-glaser

Seamaid

Amongst the oyster shells, and herring bones, we drank our marigold wine, well versed in starlight laughter our future seemed twined. I had always imagined your palour, your etherealness wove a spell. Your shadow cast until the dawn forever nearing the shoreline. Hope fell by the wayside illumined you flurried into the azure depths a timeless steely rote I recall.

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*A romantic grace that ebb and flows A wilting palour, or gleaming candour. Dressed in the most splendid melancholy Dost thou, Yesteryears, again bloom and wreathe Piercing the fibres of succoring apathy Unyielding, haunting asymmetry Ghost of my Roisin Dubh vent thy effrontry*

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Jun 7, 2014

Jun 7, 2014 at 5:03 PM UTC

NielsenES

Ghost of My Roisin Dubh

*A romantic grace that ebb and flows A wilting palour, or gleaming candour. Dressed in the most splendid melancholy Dost thou, Yesteryears, again bloom and wreathe Piercing the fibres of succoring apathy Unyielding, haunting asymmetry Ghost of my Roisin Dubh vent thy effrontry*

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Threading tapestries the tethered sparrow laments the absent scream. Imbrued admissions of his Oedipal anguish clenched in callous fist spills claret. Erubescent sobriquets and uterine trauma blot leaves, and the pale palour first kissed, then rouged by rancour, a blush rose blooming faintly in the shade of vitriol.

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Jun 26, 2018

Jun 26, 2018 at 7:35 PM UTC

simpledeath

Philomela.

Threading tapestries the tethered sparrow laments the absent scream. Imbrued admissions of his Oedipal anguish clenched in callous fist spills claret. Erubescent sobriquets and uterine trauma blot leaves, and the pale palour first kissed, then rouged by rancour, a blush rose blooming faintly in the shade of vitriol.

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The delicate, pearlescent petals between my legs dance with euphoric grace as his strong, weathered hands caress my thigh Magnetic electricity- my hair stands on end goosebumps litter my palour an epitome across my skin Though black clouds may cover past days I know through even the wildest. of storms- we'll always try our hardest to find the best way We'll make it out alive, I know I said I'm dead inside My love, you're bringing me back to life

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Feb 5, 2015

Feb 5, 2015 at 11:15 PM UTC

biyoekii

Heartbeat

The delicate, pearlescent petals between my legs dance with euphoric grace as his strong, weathered hands caress my thigh Magnetic electricity- my hair stands on end goosebumps litter my palour an epitome across my skin Though black clouds may cover past days I know through even the wildest. of storms- we'll always try our hardest to find the best way We'll make it out alive, I know I said I'm dead inside My love, you're bringing me back to life

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darkness coating old shoe prints, fossilized by mud, a modern relic. the steady pitter-patter of footsteps falling, drawn forward, hurried by the silent calling. labored breath, as beads of sweat trickle down reddened cheeks. tightness in my chest, struggling to breathe. But I never want to stop chasing this feeling. sprinting forward blind, my feet cracked and bleeding. no destination, no plan just the sensation of gripping my bare toes in the sand. or feeling the concrete beneath my soles as I rush head first towards everything unknown. for when I stop I lose the rush palour coats my fading flush. for the moment, it's relieving to catch my breath enjoy the moment of silence in my steps or the quell of my frantic heart beating. yet the world continues shift through time I mustn't stay long or I'll leave myself behind.

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Apr 7, 2020

Apr 7, 2020 at 6:32 PM UTC

biyoekii

the chase

darkness coating old shoe prints, fossilized by mud, a modern relic. the steady pitter-patter of footsteps falling, drawn forward, hurried by the silent calling. labored breath, as beads of sweat trickle down reddened cheeks. tightness in my chest, struggling to breathe. But I never want to stop chasing this feeling. sprinting forward blind, my feet cracked and bleeding. no destination, no plan just the sensation of gripping my bare toes in the sand. or feeling the concrete beneath my soles as I rush head first towards everything unknown. for when I stop I lose the rush palour coats my fading flush. for the moment, it's relieving to catch my breath enjoy the moment of silence in my steps or the quell of my frantic heart beating. yet the world continues shift through time I mustn't stay long or I'll leave myself behind.

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