"reddend" poems - Hello Poetry

A wish like a whiff The assertion of bone A face like a cliff Hollowed out, cut from stone Cheeks reddend by rust Eyes dampened by rain As the layers of dust Settle, hide the world's' pain A wish like a whiff The assertion of bone Sing Sorrow a riff You might feel less alone

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Feb 4, 2012

Feb 4, 2012 at 11:44 AM UTC

urbaniste-lost

Gaunt

A wish like a whiff The assertion of bone A face like a cliff Hollowed out, cut from stone Cheeks reddend by rust Eyes dampened by rain As the layers of dust Settle, hide the world's' pain A wish like a whiff The assertion of bone Sing Sorrow a riff You might feel less alone

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Launched into orbit, like a spire of doom. Like Shakespeare riding a nuclear broom. Hark, what mushroom cloud through yonder window breaks. Living in holes and dining on snakes. People with ash instead of skin, and yellow eyes of fever within. A face not pale but reddend hue, and languish on harrolds that already knew. Spat in dust of sulphur and bones, cry havoc and gnash those wiser tones. Pear shaped emotions and sliding our course, a people of covenant with the pale ridden horse. Stomping in dirt that once was our mothers, laid to rest with our sisters and brothers. Our fathers are gone, they pilot the spears, an impact of horror that bled through our ears. With the push of a button the skies were alight, death tolls the damnable night. Launched into orbit like a spire of doom, like Shakespeare riding a nuclear broom.

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Aug 29, 2014

Aug 29, 2014 at 11:47 PM UTC

-RoTh-

Obsidian Earth

Launched into orbit, like a spire of doom. Like Shakespeare riding a nuclear broom. Hark, what mushroom cloud through yonder window breaks. Living in holes and dining on snakes. People with ash instead of skin, and yellow eyes of fever within. A face not pale but reddend hue, and languish on harrolds that already knew. Spat in dust of sulphur and bones, cry havoc and gnash those wiser tones. Pear shaped emotions and sliding our course, a people of covenant with the pale ridden horse. Stomping in dirt that once was our mothers, laid to rest with our sisters and brothers. Our fathers are gone, they pilot the spears, an impact of horror that bled through our ears. With the push of a button the skies were alight, death tolls the damnable night. Launched into orbit like a spire of doom, like Shakespeare riding a nuclear broom.

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i like to watch the eagles on the mountain top as the sun begins to set behind the mountain drop casting sillouttes in the reddened sky such a lovely setting to watch the eagles fly. flying wild and free in the sky above just to watch the eagles is something that i love. flying all around when the day is done beneath a reddend sky in the setting sun.

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Oct 18, 2014

Oct 18, 2014 at 10:41 AM UTC

william-worthless-1

sunset eagles

i like to watch the eagles on the mountain top as the sun begins to set behind the mountain drop casting sillouttes in the reddened sky such a lovely setting to watch the eagles fly. flying wild and free in the sky above just to watch the eagles is something that i love. flying all around when the day is done beneath a reddend sky in the setting sun.

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