"repeatably" poems - Hello Poetry

I took a trip into my eye and there’s something hiding there It’s a belief which I’ve held all my life and now it’s laying threadbare I want to get my broken fixed and I’m throwing wide the door There’s a deep-down part of me which knows there’s something more More than what can be seen More than what I can reach out and feel More than what can be repeatably measured More than what you might hear is for real I am just a lonely boy with a penchant for dark and doubt And I’ve noticed that I lack the joy that makes the percipient shout So maybe I’m missing a part of the puzzle that makes the devout complete Maybe there’s something behind blind belief that can make a man land on his feet Belief in a clockmaker being… And doing and speaking and seeing And not disappearing right after the blast To a holiday far away skiing I’m ready-and no longer afraid to call things as I see ‘em I’m getting older and more crotchety, ...gonna’ put me in a museum I can feel I’m slowly dying and I’m only thirty-nine I remember a long-ago time when my spirit was doing just fine But right now, my spirit is broken I’ll cover the sadness with joking The bus is about to pull-away And I think that I’m missing my token Speak! Where’ve you been? Is it because of my sin? Is it because of my bent? How do I tune in? Make my blind eyes see Come, oh come & set me free Show all the doubters those footprints you left Oh what are you wanting with me? Peace now, let there be peace Don’t you see I need some release? Surrounded by kind folks, but lonely as hell I’m needing to do something, and do it well, I’m wanting you, needing you, come here to dwell In my heart, in my head, on my knees.

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Jan 10, 2015

Jan 10, 2015 at 5:39 AM UTC

Brotherjimmy

Arrogant longings late at night

I took a trip into my eye and there’s something hiding there It’s a belief which I’ve held all my life and now it’s laying threadbare I want to get my broken fixed and I’m throwing wide the door There’s a deep-down part of me which knows there’s something more More than what can be seen More than what I can reach out and feel More than what can be repeatably measured More than what you might hear is for real I am just a lonely boy with a penchant for dark and doubt And I’ve noticed that I lack the joy that makes the percipient shout So maybe I’m missing a part of the puzzle that makes the devout complete Maybe there’s something behind blind belief that can make a man land on his feet Belief in a clockmaker being… And doing and speaking and seeing And not disappearing right after the blast To a holiday far away skiing I’m ready-and no longer afraid to call things as I see ‘em I’m getting older and more crotchety, ...gonna’ put me in a museum I can feel I’m slowly dying and I’m only thirty-nine I remember a long-ago time when my spirit was doing just fine But right now, my spirit is broken I’ll cover the sadness with joking The bus is about to pull-away And I think that I’m missing my token Speak! Where’ve you been? Is it because of my sin? Is it because of my bent? How do I tune in? Make my blind eyes see Come, oh come & set me free Show all the doubters those footprints you left Oh what are you wanting with me? Peace now, let there be peace Don’t you see I need some release? Surrounded by kind folks, but lonely as hell I’m needing to do something, and do it well, I’m wanting you, needing you, come here to dwell In my heart, in my head, on my knees.

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You're standing on a bridge over looking the never ending water that is the ocean you watch as the waves viciously pummel over one another thrashing about as the rain falls like bullets slapping the water the lightning and thunder sound in the distance It's the perfect night no one is around to stop you everyone is safe in their home trying to out wait this wicked storm wind goes racing by, pulling my hair with it, trashing it about to where is slaps your face repeatably you walk closer to the bridges railing, closing your eyes and ******* in the cold air slowly prepping yourself for what you're about to do you clear your thoughts to where your mind is blank finally reaching the bridges railing your cold hands meet the cold bridge and you laugh at the irony that this cold hard metal you are feeling in some way represents you for a few moments you stand and just absorb the cold metal into your skin you soon find yourself moving without knowing your body is so overwhelmed with the want of relief that it's moving for your own good, avoiding what your mind and heart have to say it doesn't care any longer you feel the strength in your arms as you lift your entire body to now sit on the bridges railing you slide your feet over the edge, dangling them down into what seems to be an eternity of a fall eyes closed and body slowly but sure sliding forward you scream you let it out, what you've been holding in for years all the pain and heart ache and troubles the things that no one wanted to listen to and then the tears come, rapidly streaming down your cheeks Your raise one of your hands to slap them away and as you do you fall In the opposite direction that you wanted you fall back onto the bridge and into the grasp of person they draw you into their hold they cradle you, like no one ever has you open your eyes and look around, the storm still going steady you turn your face to the stranger that has saved you and without realizing it the tears start again and you you not able to catch your breath for now you are brutally sobbing through chocked cries you thank them

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Jun 11, 2013

Jun 11, 2013 at 3:24 PM UTC

wordsofloved-1

It's Raining as Hard as You're Crying

You're standing on a bridge over looking the never ending water that is the ocean you watch as the waves viciously pummel over one another thrashing about as the rain falls like bullets slapping the water the lightning and thunder sound in the distance It's the perfect night no one is around to stop you everyone is safe in their home trying to out wait this wicked storm wind goes racing by, pulling my hair with it, trashing it about to where is slaps your face repeatably you walk closer to the bridges railing, closing your eyes and ******* in the cold air slowly prepping yourself for what you're about to do you clear your thoughts to where your mind is blank finally reaching the bridges railing your cold hands meet the cold bridge and you laugh at the irony that this cold hard metal you are feeling in some way represents you for a few moments you stand and just absorb the cold metal into your skin you soon find yourself moving without knowing your body is so overwhelmed with the want of relief that it's moving for your own good, avoiding what your mind and heart have to say it doesn't care any longer you feel the strength in your arms as you lift your entire body to now sit on the bridges railing you slide your feet over the edge, dangling them down into what seems to be an eternity of a fall eyes closed and body slowly but sure sliding forward you scream you let it out, what you've been holding in for years all the pain and heart ache and troubles the things that no one wanted to listen to and then the tears come, rapidly streaming down your cheeks Your raise one of your hands to slap them away and as you do you fall In the opposite direction that you wanted you fall back onto the bridge and into the grasp of person they draw you into their hold they cradle you, like no one ever has you open your eyes and look around, the storm still going steady you turn your face to the stranger that has saved you and without realizing it the tears start again and you you not able to catch your breath for now you are brutally sobbing through chocked cries you thank them

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I am weary I am worn I don't know where my home is I feel myself slipping From where I know I am I am getting tired Feeling myself weaken Feeling my resolve weaken As I am repeatably battered by the storm Just wondering when this weariness will pass When this heaviness in my heart and in my soul Will actually lift Removing the fog Opening up my path So I don't have to fight all the time

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Mar 14, 2012

Mar 14, 2012 at 2:19 AM UTC

ahmad-cox

Weary

I am weary I am worn I don't know where my home is I feel myself slipping From where I know I am I am getting tired Feeling myself weaken Feeling my resolve weaken As I am repeatably battered by the storm Just wondering when this weariness will pass When this heaviness in my heart and in my soul Will actually lift Removing the fog Opening up my path So I don't have to fight all the time

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Finishing is so hard Why is finishing so hard I can start And I can continue But repeatably I cannot finish What is within me that makes finishing so hard Perhaps I'm scared Perhaps I don't know how to finish Perhaps I wasn't born to finish Only to start To start unnecessary and uncertain Projects In my life But never to finish To never finish a **** thing until the thing of life finishes upon me Finish something once in your life Finish so you can know what being done is Finish something on your own Finish on your own terms Finish because you want to Finish because you need to For Christ sake Just finish something

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Apr 8, 2017

Apr 8, 2017 at 12:28 AM UTC

jack-tierney

Finishing

Finishing is so hard Why is finishing so hard I can start And I can continue But repeatably I cannot finish What is within me that makes finishing so hard Perhaps I'm scared Perhaps I don't know how to finish Perhaps I wasn't born to finish Only to start To start unnecessary and uncertain Projects In my life But never to finish To never finish a **** thing until the thing of life finishes upon me Finish something once in your life Finish so you can know what being done is Finish something on your own Finish on your own terms Finish because you want to Finish because you need to For Christ sake Just finish something

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