"pillager" poems - Hello Poetry

hello, executioner hello starlight, hello pillager make me a village give me pitchforks give me haybales i will give you a show brand new, glitter stuck shiny on the sign out front crying havoc crying "hello executioner lead me to the slaughter" you menace isnt this a sight? twenty-five love letters to a guillotine and a girl you killed seven hundred years ago advertising strategy number thirty-four: **** your neighbor **** everyone you know and then **** yourself are you jealous? are your eyes open? i can hear your nose bleeding from here (twenty-five love letters addressed to a dead person oh god oh god, can your hear the water rush) the disposal is running in the sink "what are you a robot" stop talking about anarchy this isnt a drug bust two white balloons and blood on the ceiling haven't you ever seen a dead body before?

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Jan 3, 2015

Jan 3, 2015 at 1:45 PM UTC

buckybarnes

seven easy ways to cut your hair with craft scissors

hello, executioner hello starlight, hello pillager make me a village give me pitchforks give me haybales i will give you a show brand new, glitter stuck shiny on the sign out front crying havoc crying "hello executioner lead me to the slaughter" you menace isnt this a sight? twenty-five love letters to a guillotine and a girl you killed seven hundred years ago advertising strategy number thirty-four: **** your neighbor **** everyone you know and then **** yourself are you jealous? are your eyes open? i can hear your nose bleeding from here (twenty-five love letters addressed to a dead person oh god oh god, can your hear the water rush) the disposal is running in the sink "what are you a robot" stop talking about anarchy this isnt a drug bust two white balloons and blood on the ceiling haven't you ever seen a dead body before?

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Hie Yamaha Wegman ****** voyager, voted vonage valuable, unrepentant TIME Magazine subscriber. Spotify sportsman Snapchat smartly. Sleuth slenderman silences Shutterfly schvitzing. Saxby sassy Santander sais sage rues rudimentary router rotorooter. Royale Rococco rigged remarkably regular referee reefers red reddit reeder recuperating. Reconnaissance recluse really rabid. QVC quotient quoting, quo quoi quivering quite quirky. Quisling quipped. Quintuplets quintessentially quiet. Quids Quicken questions. Quartermaster qualified quaint quaffing quadrilateral Pythons. Pyrex pylons put purdy purposeful puny punsters punching. Pumpkin pumice publicized prudential protean pros properly pronouncing prolific prodigies. Proletariats professors' problematic. Pro privileges prioritized. Principle primates prevaricate. Preppy pregnant, praying prattler possibly Porgie. Poseidon pooping poodle ponders poppycock. Plum? Polite poison pods ply pitiful pinterest. Pinhead Pillsbury pillager Pi. Pigskin pierce petsmart pests permanently. Perdition percolates peppered PennState pedigreed PearlJam Patagonian. Pastor pastes passion passably. Papas' paginated orbitz okayed. Nutty node needs money. Next netzero nee naugahyde. Nattering nationwide nabob Moxie Molly McGee. Monosodium livingsocial joyus je kickstarter. Identityguard Huffington GMO. Gluten Glutamate footloose fancy free footlocker. Fingerhut fetishistic fabrication Cingular.

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Feb 3, 2018

Feb 3, 2018 at 9:47 PM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

Just Mien Pap Smeared Vapid Yawping

Hie Yamaha Wegman ****** voyager, voted vonage valuable, unrepentant TIME Magazine subscriber. Spotify sportsman Snapchat smartly. Sleuth slenderman silences Shutterfly schvitzing. Saxby sassy Santander sais sage rues rudimentary router rotorooter. Royale Rococco rigged remarkably regular referee reefers red reddit reeder recuperating. Reconnaissance recluse really rabid. QVC quotient quoting, quo quoi quivering quite quirky. Quisling quipped. Quintuplets quintessentially quiet. Quids Quicken questions. Quartermaster qualified quaint quaffing quadrilateral Pythons. Pyrex pylons put purdy purposeful puny punsters punching. Pumpkin pumice publicized prudential protean pros properly pronouncing prolific prodigies. Proletariats professors' problematic. Pro privileges prioritized. Principle primates prevaricate. Preppy pregnant, praying prattler possibly Porgie. Poseidon pooping poodle ponders poppycock. Plum? Polite poison pods ply pitiful pinterest. Pinhead Pillsbury pillager Pi. Pigskin pierce petsmart pests permanently. Perdition percolates peppered PennState pedigreed PearlJam Patagonian. Pastor pastes passion passably. Papas' paginated orbitz okayed. Nutty node needs money. Next netzero nee naugahyde. Nattering nationwide nabob Moxie Molly McGee. Monosodium livingsocial joyus je kickstarter. Identityguard Huffington GMO. Gluten Glutamate footloose fancy free footlocker. Fingerhut fetishistic fabrication Cingular.

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Great flood vandal Pillager of awareness Refuse to let go Washed away Cleansed

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Dec 4, 2012

Dec 4, 2012 at 12:28 PM UTC

nathan-vienneau

Purification

Great flood vandal Pillager of awareness Refuse to let go Washed away Cleansed

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There will come a day when the pain will stop And it will not be the day I die It will come from a different source Some place holy Some place beautiful Some place like the corners of your smile Where I can hide away from my fears And feel normal In the Blue-green hue of your eyes And the gentle flow of your hair between my fingers I could stay there forever Without worry Or sorrow The tap of your fingers on your pencil Quake through my mind Sending fissures through my heart You’ve changed the landscape of my body Goose bumps rise like mountains from the earth When words fall from your lips Into my soul The voices in my head are quite around you, And no one else. But you didn’t feel the same At first, I thought things would be different this time I’d be able to keep you But I should’ve known You were too good to be true I’d never deserve you You were absolute perfection I fell for you at an accelerated velocity It shouldn’t have happened I had put up so many walls Around my dying, broken heart And you found a way in You learned my secrets You learned me I told you all the ways that I had been broken And you wanted to fix them But all you did was reopen the cracks in my soul I was torn to bits My razors were no longer retired The pills began to scream again. You’ll never see the scars Carving your name into my skin I don’t want to burden you with the thoughts That you were the cause of both My joy And distress My hopes And my relapse You’ve changed me more than you will ever know I almost wish we had never met But then I would have never know true beauty Or learned of how the sunrise Mirrors the setting of a moon. Looking back, I wouldn’t change a thing You came into my life for a reason You may have taught me some lesson That I have yet to realize But I will soon understand And for that, I thank you. For the pain, The relief, The yearning, The realizations. You are the worst, Most beautiful thing, That has ever come into my life. You are an unknowing tormenter of my heart You broke me, Without even realizing it I now hide behind the mask of a forced smile And an insincere laugh I put on a façade of happiness For you So that you will never know what you did to me I will not taint your optimism Know that you are a helper And not a harmer You have stopped the blade More than you have ran it through my veins You are someone that creates Not destroys I’m sorry for making you into a monster And pillager of my hope. When all I wanted Was to make myself safe In the corners of your smile.

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Aug 12, 2018

Aug 12, 2018 at 9:37 PM UTC

corvidophobia

Corners of a Smile

There will come a day when the pain will stop And it will not be the day I die It will come from a different source Some place holy Some place beautiful Some place like the corners of your smile Where I can hide away from my fears And feel normal In the Blue-green hue of your eyes And the gentle flow of your hair between my fingers I could stay there forever Without worry Or sorrow The tap of your fingers on your pencil Quake through my mind Sending fissures through my heart You’ve changed the landscape of my body Goose bumps rise like mountains from the earth When words fall from your lips Into my soul The voices in my head are quite around you, And no one else. But you didn’t feel the same At first, I thought things would be different this time I’d be able to keep you But I should’ve known You were too good to be true I’d never deserve you You were absolute perfection I fell for you at an accelerated velocity It shouldn’t have happened I had put up so many walls Around my dying, broken heart And you found a way in You learned my secrets You learned me I told you all the ways that I had been broken And you wanted to fix them But all you did was reopen the cracks in my soul I was torn to bits My razors were no longer retired The pills began to scream again. You’ll never see the scars Carving your name into my skin I don’t want to burden you with the thoughts That you were the cause of both My joy And distress My hopes And my relapse You’ve changed me more than you will ever know I almost wish we had never met But then I would have never know true beauty Or learned of how the sunrise Mirrors the setting of a moon. Looking back, I wouldn’t change a thing You came into my life for a reason You may have taught me some lesson That I have yet to realize But I will soon understand And for that, I thank you. For the pain, The relief, The yearning, The realizations. You are the worst, Most beautiful thing, That has ever come into my life. You are an unknowing tormenter of my heart You broke me, Without even realizing it I now hide behind the mask of a forced smile And an insincere laugh I put on a façade of happiness For you So that you will never know what you did to me I will not taint your optimism Know that you are a helper And not a harmer You have stopped the blade More than you have ran it through my veins You are someone that creates Not destroys I’m sorry for making you into a monster And pillager of my hope. When all I wanted Was to make myself safe In the corners of your smile.

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The stench of death draws me close, Overwhelming my senses, Shrouding my eyes with a deep lust. I pounce on the leftovers of discarded By Death And tear the bleak carcass With my greedy claws. A black splodge on the tapestry of nature, A mirthless outlier, the king of dead. A pillager, I reign the fallen towns, I **** His Garden. I liberate the frail from the shackles of life And let harmony seep into his creations. Without me his castle of cards Will reduce to ash and dust And scattered shards.

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Jan 24, 2014

Jan 24, 2014 at 4:35 AM UTC

blue-1

Scavenger

The stench of death draws me close, Overwhelming my senses, Shrouding my eyes with a deep lust. I pounce on the leftovers of discarded By Death And tear the bleak carcass With my greedy claws. A black splodge on the tapestry of nature, A mirthless outlier, the king of dead. A pillager, I reign the fallen towns, I **** His Garden. I liberate the frail from the shackles of life And let harmony seep into his creations. Without me his castle of cards Will reduce to ash and dust And scattered shards.

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“Hello. Get me a regular, cream no sugar.” I am the thief, the slave, and the beggar. “No, not decaf, thanks. How much?” I am the pillager, the terrorist, the serial killer. “Keep the change.” I am the human centipede and the necrophilic, cannibalistic undertaker. “Oh hey whatcha reading? Hmm? oh, no, I just got coffee.” I am the Roman general crossing the rubicon, proclaiming loudly that the die is cast. “Yeah, I think it has something to do with how they roast it; just makes it better.” I am Plato; discovering the realm of the forms and discussing all things with all people. “Yeah, that’s true...I don’t know why I can’t make it that good at home.” I am the ascended one; making spiritual love to the soul of the universe and seeing all things. “Somewhat remarkable isn’t it?”

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Oct 25, 2014

Oct 25, 2014 at 1:18 PM UTC

asa-d-bruss

Adam buys Coffee

“Hello. Get me a regular, cream no sugar.” I am the thief, the slave, and the beggar. “No, not decaf, thanks. How much?” I am the pillager, the terrorist, the serial killer. “Keep the change.” I am the human centipede and the necrophilic, cannibalistic undertaker. “Oh hey whatcha reading? Hmm? oh, no, I just got coffee.” I am the Roman general crossing the rubicon, proclaiming loudly that the die is cast. “Yeah, I think it has something to do with how they roast it; just makes it better.” I am Plato; discovering the realm of the forms and discussing all things with all people. “Yeah, that’s true...I don’t know why I can’t make it that good at home.” I am the ascended one; making spiritual love to the soul of the universe and seeing all things. “Somewhat remarkable isn’t it?”

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Alas mine heart tis a desert mine arid heart bears nay fruits whither love, she hath cultivated hard mine arid heart bares nay roots whence hath thy fertility gone whither shriveled the lake that graced thy farm anon thou loveth thy foe: the sun Surely hast thou met a beast named man oh sweet pillager eternally travelling with nay promised land sole traveller, eternal traveller arid heart, eternal sand

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Sep 17, 2015

Sep 17, 2015 at 4:05 AM UTC

raikishi

Arid Heart

Alas mine heart tis a desert mine arid heart bears nay fruits whither love, she hath cultivated hard mine arid heart bares nay roots whence hath thy fertility gone whither shriveled the lake that graced thy farm anon thou loveth thy foe: the sun Surely hast thou met a beast named man oh sweet pillager eternally travelling with nay promised land sole traveller, eternal traveller arid heart, eternal sand

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To rove and roam across the depths of excursions bearing ingenuity I pose here now, alert amongst the globetrotters Where? What judgement do I have to say, I’m just a pillager, plundering the strange earth of which I came, Uncertain of my own actions and subsequent consequences, Though I am certain my little milieu of great proportions Can thrive to inconceivable measures without myself And the reason? I’m certain there’s one, For as much as I endeavor, Peradventure I am weakened, As hard and with as much force I use, beyond quantifiable measures Ask me now! Why I can’t say, Though I’ll attempt, and brace dismay I’ll strive to the utmost, Bear the encumbrance, Endure the gauntlet, Even so—I can never form meaning with my words.

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Jul 1, 2014

Jul 1, 2014 at 8:25 PM UTC

a-new-optimism

Trying to Form Meaning with My Words

To rove and roam across the depths of excursions bearing ingenuity I pose here now, alert amongst the globetrotters Where? What judgement do I have to say, I’m just a pillager, plundering the strange earth of which I came, Uncertain of my own actions and subsequent consequences, Though I am certain my little milieu of great proportions Can thrive to inconceivable measures without myself And the reason? I’m certain there’s one, For as much as I endeavor, Peradventure I am weakened, As hard and with as much force I use, beyond quantifiable measures Ask me now! Why I can’t say, Though I’ll attempt, and brace dismay I’ll strive to the utmost, Bear the encumbrance, Endure the gauntlet, Even so—I can never form meaning with my words.

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How dare you Pillager Plunderer Robber Vandal Thief Lover Mine How dare you reduce me to rage White hot and safe Safe for my plate From which I consume mounds of animosity For the atrocity For on that afternoon I died And I'm still not alive Because of you Because you were mine You were my lover My thief My vandal You robbed my heart But then plundered my dignity And pillaged my sou How Dare You

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Mar 13, 2019

Mar 13, 2019 at 2:51 AM UTC

fennecampersand

The Rogue

How dare you Pillager Plunderer Robber Vandal Thief Lover Mine How dare you reduce me to rage White hot and safe Safe for my plate From which I consume mounds of animosity For the atrocity For on that afternoon I died And I'm still not alive Because of you Because you were mine You were my lover My thief My vandal You robbed my heart But then plundered my dignity And pillaged my sou How Dare You

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Above all logic are your ideals Beyond reality are your philosophies Your mind yearns for what is not Only the surreal is what you see When will you forsake this guilelessness? The serpents bite you blatantly As if the flocculence of the flowers Did not contrast with their suspicious scales How are you such a walking tragedy? Blindside after blindside has been dealt you And still impending affliction awaits you Because your feet tread where angels would not dare The light of wisdom points your way But you falter sightless in the mystic darkness That is the cloud of fog wherein your head is suspended Day dreams of knights armored in shining amour Riding in to save your battered bleeding heart Might not unfold my dear Remember that the knight may be another pillager And his slick armor just another Trojan horse Nellie Nkosi

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Apr 1, 2015

Apr 1, 2015 at 10:07 AM UTC

nelleah-nkosito

Your Trojan Horse

Above all logic are your ideals Beyond reality are your philosophies Your mind yearns for what is not Only the surreal is what you see When will you forsake this guilelessness? The serpents bite you blatantly As if the flocculence of the flowers Did not contrast with their suspicious scales How are you such a walking tragedy? Blindside after blindside has been dealt you And still impending affliction awaits you Because your feet tread where angels would not dare The light of wisdom points your way But you falter sightless in the mystic darkness That is the cloud of fog wherein your head is suspended Day dreams of knights armored in shining amour Riding in to save your battered bleeding heart Might not unfold my dear Remember that the knight may be another pillager And his slick armor just another Trojan horse Nellie Nkosi

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Tear open the box, cast the lid to one side. Drag a nail down the oak and the velvet inside. Smash open the lock and clutch with your claws. Glare an envious eye at the things that aren’t yours. Force open the drawer, spit your ink on my clothes. As you search for the answer that only I know. Thrash open the base and bite at the cloth. Howl at the tickets and the trinkets you’ve lost. Swipe at the lining and carve out your name. My prize will stay hidden, and safe, just the same.

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Aug 17, 2020

Aug 17, 2020 at 4:46 AM UTC

dave-gledhill

Pillager

Tear open the box, cast the lid to one side. Drag a nail down the oak and the velvet inside. Smash open the lock and clutch with your claws. Glare an envious eye at the things that aren’t yours. Force open the drawer, spit your ink on my clothes. As you search for the answer that only I know. Thrash open the base and bite at the cloth. Howl at the tickets and the trinkets you’ve lost. Swipe at the lining and carve out your name. My prize will stay hidden, and safe, just the same.

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When the thief Becomes a pillager At night The robbery of rulers Takes place In daytime

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Oct 27, 2016

Oct 27, 2016 at 3:34 AM UTC