"repell" poems
Obscurest night involv'd the sky,
Th' Atlantic billows roar'd,
When such a destin'd wretch as I,
Wash'd headlong from on board,
Of friends, of hope, of all bereft,
His floating home for ever left.
No braver chief could Albion boast
Than he with whom he went,
Nor ever ship left Albion's coast,
With warmer wishes sent.
He lov'd them both, but both in vain,
Nor him beheld, nor her again.
Not long beneath the whelming brine,
Expert to swim, he lay;
Nor soon he felt his strength decline,
Or courage die away;
But wag'd with death a lasting strife,
Supported by despair of life.
He shouted: nor his friends had fail'd
To check the vessel's course,
But so the furious blast prevail'd,
That, pitiless perforce,
They left their outcast mate behind,
And scudded still before the wind.
Some succour yet they could afford;
And, such as storms allow,
The cask, the coop, the floated cord,
Delay'd not to bestow.
But he (they knew) nor ship, nor shore,
Whate'er they gave, should visit more.
Nor, cruel as it seem'd, could he
Their haste himself condemn,
Aware that flight, in such a sea,
Alone could rescue them;
Yet bitter felt it still to die
Deserted, and his friends so nigh.
He long survives, who lives an hour
In ocean, self-upheld;
And so long he, with unspent pow'r,
His destiny repell'd;
And ever, as the minutes flew,
Entreated help, or cried--Adieu!
At length, his transient respite past,
His comrades, who before
Had heard his voice in ev'ry blast,
Could catch the sound no more.
For then, by toil subdued, he drank
The stifling wave, and then he sank.
No poet wept him: but the page
Of narrative sincere;
Is wet with Anson's tear.
And tears by bards or heroes shed
Alike immortalize the dead.
I therefore purpose not, or dream,
Descanting on his fate,
To give the melancholy theme
A more enduring date:
But misery still delights to trace
No voice divine the storm allay'd,
No light propitious shone;
When, snatch'd from all effectual aid,
We perish'd, each alone:
But I beneath a rougher sea,
And whelm'd in deeper gulfs than he.
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Sorry I can't say anything.....
Sorry I can't say anything.....
Uptill now I think about you are only mine
But after listening your new theory.
Sorry I can't say anything...
Please atom attach me with you with the help of your covalent bond.
Please can't energies with your friends(electron) and your mind(nucleus) and repell me in your outermost orbit
Only you are my hydrogen and I am your single electron
Please you not make yourself as helium lithium or any other
Only remain hydrogen for my whole life....
After somedays we make our dutarium and tritium and enjoying our joyful life
Please you can't try to stable...
Please remain unstable as my hydrogen forever.....
Sorry I can't say anything.....
Sorry I can't say anything.....
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 11:17 AM UTC
Isn't it compelling how poems can affect us so emotionally?
I mean sure a picture says more than a thousand words but
watching television only tells us a certain vision.
On the other hand contracting letters must always be spelled right or else there's nothing left to make sense.
I refuse to sign a contract to make cents, although I wouldn't cross swords if the oppertunity presents itself.
Maybe I am contradicting myself but crossing words is just a hobby to me, for now atleast.
I do believe that spelling is like magic spells. We fuse words like a magnet, they either connect to our feelings or repell eachother.
It's confusing sometimes when I get inspired beacasue I'm in spired to cast spells,
yet I can only spell what I've been remotely controlled by the remotecontroll to my limited visions.
I am afraid living.
Have I Lived or have I liveD in reverse and learned to embrace the Devil?
Mar 25, 2018
Mar 25, 2018 at 3:28 PM UTC
shadows made by strangers claims
daunt your mind and feed this game
hollow out whats in a name
its long since now we've been the same
but ive always known how different we are
i always saw through the door kept ajar
how you slip in and out
and in between
but what you dont see
is that I want you to be
whatever you want
your motive is never something that daunts
my mind
and the comparison of us
is something I find
curious
most are so quick to scurry us
into a lump
of love and life
but there comes a price
and we are not
a package deal
we both feel
in different ways
we both write
a different page
and though we're close
in time and age
i know inside that where my sun rises
yours does set
and when I smile
you secretly fret
because two scales
will always be unbalanced
and with every action being challenged
by eager spirits
its tough to find a mutual center
in and out we venture
until we've seen enough of each other
and learned
but im glad i can see this
while others cant
offenses or sorrow felt
i shant
for i know the words your mind secretes
i feel the things in your heart you keep
and although I never probe or ask you to speak
I wonder how it could ever be
any other way
because I dont think it could
words shared between us are said
but not truly understood
and although we're tagged as really good
friends
i still dont like the spread
of words about me
or from me
from your mouth
because they will come out
the wrong way
and in reality
thats okay
my soul is here to stay
just as yours is
similar likes and interests
doesnt mean Im
trying to arrest
your identity
for we both are
an entity
on our own
Jun 28, 2013
Jun 28, 2013 at 12:34 AM UTC
Look at all of you.
Drunk, out of your senses.
Running along with impulse,
Drowning in tears of sorrow.
But from all of them, you repell me.
You tease for a kiss, in such state.
You triggered something in me.
Not love; thats fake; this isnt!
The rage, the anger, the thirst.
Thirst for your suffering.
You pushed my boundaries.
Boundaries I never knew I could break.
But I am guilty?
You contradict yourself!
You want a future, yet want to die.
Saying that others must deal with their ****
Why dont you?
Youre as sad and foolish as them.
You wanted to be someones muse.
There you go.
My writing is for you.
My rage is for you.
Things have changed,
Perspectives altered.
The tide has turned;
But not in your favour.
Apr 23, 2017
Apr 23, 2017 at 4:46 PM UTC
how can they make such rigid stuff
from soft wools, take the thing then
harden it.
they say it will last a lifetime, hold its own.
tradition.
looks as if it would hold
the rain out, repell the scattered
words of cold,
and evil. a coat so heavy
it dragged us down.
there was crocheting yesterday,
with blue and softer yarn, a small ply.
a gentle thing, a memory.
sbm.
Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 1:32 AM UTC
So often i feel the words
on my tongue
and you can taste them
when you kiss me
you know they exist on my brain
So often we manipulate
and distort our paragraghs
to ensure those words protection
but we know
silently we stare at dim lights
and we smile
like overused expressions
we test our limits
making sure not to repell
eachother away
And we love it
we hide that word combination
amoungst dizzy
and scattered body language
thrown into dust
We fear unknown implications
of the destructive beauty
caused by the words
" i love you "
Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 10:08 AM UTC
How was your thanksgiving?
Was it the same as it was?
Did the people round you
Seem the same as your default?
Was it somewhat different?
Did you repell Or were repelled?
Is there an opening leading down to worse than hell?
Can youse hug it out?
Can youse talk ?
And ring the bell
Of the bell that can still
Can ring
Or will youse slowly go to Hell?
Nov 28, 2024
Nov 28, 2024 at 3:23 PM UTC
Black stones
Are what will
Repell negative
Energy
From you
Aloe will absorb
Evil energy and
So will an onion
Try it it will help
Dec 8, 2024
Dec 8, 2024 at 4:08 PM UTC