"repeted" poems - Hello Poetry

9th month September2013: blue skys warm air at night it would go cold the autumn leaves slowly started to fall still rained from the summer and the cold wind started to chill us to the bone On the first week i walked to my friends house with Zoe and her french exchange student Elise on my side, we waked into Zoes house and sat in the kitchen Elise had an apple with peanut butter Me and Zoe Had Soup We walked after to a little River bank, Elise sat on the rocks i skipped flat rocks like Amelie Poulain Zoe took picutres of the river. We found a ripped dollar bill with a phone number written on it Zoe texted it, no answer it rained later that evening i reasted on my bed and thought about the day with a smile i Biked to my favorite field one evening... recited a poem i made up in my head the one line that i repeted was " Will the love of Fall and Winter choose me this year?" a week later a girl named Kirsten walked into my life with a smile and wave, i wanted to meet her we talked one day and planned to go to my favorite field on a Friday..Friday the 13th..not so unlucky though i cut myself shaving i went to go meet her that friday i walked down the stairs there she was at the bottom of the stair case "What will become of us?"i thought She facing the other way, i wondered if we would become friends I tapped her on the shoulder turned around with a surpised look then she gave me a warm smile We went to the field sat in a childrens park Then sat in the grass that melted in the sun i showed her a leaf that looked like a heart ..i kept it under my hat... i walked her home, she lived close by i gave her a hug and left with a smile on my face Got home and put the heart leaf on my wall We became friends Talked everyday i would walk her home and meet her in the field as i came in riding my bike She kissed me before i left... I started to fancy her she to started fancy me I asked if she would be mine she told me wait i said " i will!" Nights came when we walked around looking the stars and looking at the city lights laying the grass and runnning around we were happy The night was ours She kissed me goodnight i went home fell upon my flower my bed and dreamed of her...

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Dec 19, 2013

Dec 19, 2013 at 10:51 PM UTC

BR

the friday everthing changed ( ode to 2013) Pt.9

9th month September2013: blue skys warm air at night it would go cold the autumn leaves slowly started to fall still rained from the summer and the cold wind started to chill us to the bone On the first week i walked to my friends house with Zoe and her french exchange student Elise on my side, we waked into Zoes house and sat in the kitchen Elise had an apple with peanut butter Me and Zoe Had Soup We walked after to a little River bank, Elise sat on the rocks i skipped flat rocks like Amelie Poulain Zoe took picutres of the river. We found a ripped dollar bill with a phone number written on it Zoe texted it, no answer it rained later that evening i reasted on my bed and thought about the day with a smile i Biked to my favorite field one evening... recited a poem i made up in my head the one line that i repeted was " Will the love of Fall and Winter choose me this year?" a week later a girl named Kirsten walked into my life with a smile and wave, i wanted to meet her we talked one day and planned to go to my favorite field on a Friday..Friday the 13th..not so unlucky though i cut myself shaving i went to go meet her that friday i walked down the stairs there she was at the bottom of the stair case "What will become of us?"i thought She facing the other way, i wondered if we would become friends I tapped her on the shoulder turned around with a surpised look then she gave me a warm smile We went to the field sat in a childrens park Then sat in the grass that melted in the sun i showed her a leaf that looked like a heart ..i kept it under my hat... i walked her home, she lived close by i gave her a hug and left with a smile on my face Got home and put the heart leaf on my wall We became friends Talked everyday i would walk her home and meet her in the field as i came in riding my bike She kissed me before i left... I started to fancy her she to started fancy me I asked if she would be mine she told me wait i said " i will!" Nights came when we walked around looking the stars and looking at the city lights laying the grass and runnning around we were happy The night was ours She kissed me goodnight i went home fell upon my flower my bed and dreamed of her...

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Night Dusk Morning Evening Afternoon Dawn Night It's just a repeted cycle going from darkness to light and back to darkness again

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May 1, 2016

May 1, 2016 at 10:09 PM UTC

cricket

A repeted cycle

Night Dusk Morning Evening Afternoon Dawn Night It's just a repeted cycle going from darkness to light and back to darkness again

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No iron can pierce the heart with such force as a period put at just the right place. Babel’s maxim Freezing inside golden jars, They’re trying to recover their senses Within bluish immensities of solitude Nothing can escape this intensity, a buzz of nothingness among deaf animals trying to escape, to recover their senses they die, they sleep, they laugh, they weep but no one can see them, no one can hear them Fatigue encircles them in a sunny cage made up of trillions, and trillions of jars they cannot die, they cannot sleep, they cannot laugh, they cannot weep Tell me if you have something to say when plain breeze revels in your innermost self plain breeze upon delicious icy rocks, killing every whisper, every lie And this windy torment you cannot deny as the snowy season nests inside There are musicians dying all around Complaining about the absence of all sound I know, they are the worst of all, Disbowelled, with dry limbs, they climb and fall Death, golden, frozen, with no music Exposed a hidden harmony through the immensity of that transparent garden, covered with snow Following the image of every prayer, Useless objects, that used to be human-animals spell their own despair upon skyless roofs, an offer that no one would recognize, a blaze of glory for immortal eyes But who am I to turn to these dry bones, a coronation of a sacred simphony That would be heard, repeted, played for all eternity If only some lost angel found his name, or found his rose. Frankfurt, 21.10.2016 (Friday)

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Jul 10, 2017

Jul 10, 2017 at 3:30 PM UTC

teodora-pavel

Friday

No iron can pierce the heart with such force as a period put at just the right place. Babel’s maxim Freezing inside golden jars, They’re trying to recover their senses Within bluish immensities of solitude Nothing can escape this intensity, a buzz of nothingness among deaf animals trying to escape, to recover their senses they die, they sleep, they laugh, they weep but no one can see them, no one can hear them Fatigue encircles them in a sunny cage made up of trillions, and trillions of jars they cannot die, they cannot sleep, they cannot laugh, they cannot weep Tell me if you have something to say when plain breeze revels in your innermost self plain breeze upon delicious icy rocks, killing every whisper, every lie And this windy torment you cannot deny as the snowy season nests inside There are musicians dying all around Complaining about the absence of all sound I know, they are the worst of all, Disbowelled, with dry limbs, they climb and fall Death, golden, frozen, with no music Exposed a hidden harmony through the immensity of that transparent garden, covered with snow Following the image of every prayer, Useless objects, that used to be human-animals spell their own despair upon skyless roofs, an offer that no one would recognize, a blaze of glory for immortal eyes But who am I to turn to these dry bones, a coronation of a sacred simphony That would be heard, repeted, played for all eternity If only some lost angel found his name, or found his rose. Frankfurt, 21.10.2016 (Friday)

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