"rse" poems - Hello Poetry

. **the future is...a tornado of uncertain- ty• a swirling vortex, in its centre is me•such power and speed, can ne- ver see•can never foretell, it's hid- den debris•like clockwork, it will make contact•by the second, bra- cing for next impact•the past is... yet another•wild winds that echo my mistakes as reminder•this twis- ter within...tearing with no remo- rse•destroying confident strong- holds, breaking feebly boarded doors•can't ease the rage...eat- en from the inside•won't stop until...my beating heart had died•the present is...only this frail little body•fighting huge battles that come incessantly •fending off the future, con- taining the past•not know- ing how long.......this disas- ter would last•but I'm still here.....still holding integ- rity......•still fighting this war waged in history's folly•will i be settl- ed? will the winds ever abate?• will i ever come to terms...? will i ever acc- ept fa t e ? •**

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Jan 2, 2015

Jan 2, 2015 at 10:40 AM UTC

ryn

Tornado

. **the future is...a tornado of uncertain- ty• a swirling vortex, in its centre is me•such power and speed, can ne- ver see•can never foretell, it's hid- den debris•like clockwork, it will make contact•by the second, bra- cing for next impact•the past is... yet another•wild winds that echo my mistakes as reminder•this twis- ter within...tearing with no remo- rse•destroying confident strong- holds, breaking feebly boarded doors•can't ease the rage...eat- en from the inside•won't stop until...my beating heart had died•the present is...only this frail little body•fighting huge battles that come incessantly •fending off the future, con- taining the past•not know- ing how long.......this disas- ter would last•but I'm still here.....still holding integ- rity......•still fighting this war waged in history's folly•will i be settl- ed? will the winds ever abate?• will i ever come to terms...? will i ever acc- ept fa t e ? •**

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Oh How I loveth thee A quite quaint angel in my own eyes. With dark and white broken wings. Und'r ****** falls. I shall waiteth, and comf'rt thee. Liekth thee loveth thy beareth. Until the endeth of p'riod. A hoarse voice with angelic tone. Haer like the colours of my chameleon. The tend tender lips of loveth. A smileth and mind of ambivalence. I shall loveth with nay judgment. A halo as bright as the mistress Possesseth in humans death's-head. The lukewarm blue chopt lips. The sleep chamber the lady did lie upon. H'r ilness, but I accepteth death. I can kisseth with green valor breath. The strength of a giant. The nimbleness of a lilliputian fairy. Thee can doth aught. Yon can crustheth and slipeth. Through the cracks of timeth. Thee can beest fell'r joyous. Liketh the visage of a monst'r I loveth thee f'r who is't thou art. Thee can beest the wild animal with scars. mine own canine ears ope to hark. Thee can has't warts liketh a toad. A belly as big as the univ'rse. I shalt beest a fath'r. thee can has't barb'd wire on thy corse. My chivalrous armour does not mind thy pain. Thee believeth chivalry is gone. Somewh're on the planet, 'r in the heavens above. Sickl'd by the grim reap'rs ploy. The apparition 'r man you love. I'm the pap'r thee loveth at which hour thy depress'd The smileth thee misseth. I am thy sir'r knave at heart. I'm the knight thee wanteth me to best. The lasteth sir standing at the edge of the w'rld with thee. Thy the only ***** I protecteth, and loveth f'rev'r. I give you can seeth how I loveth thee. This poem was written by Shane Michael Cleary at 12:42 2017 on June 30th.

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Jun 30, 2017

Jun 30, 2017 at 2:35 PM UTC

Poeticshane31

How I love My Angel In My Eyes.

Oh How I loveth thee A quite quaint angel in my own eyes. With dark and white broken wings. Und'r ****** falls. I shall waiteth, and comf'rt thee. Liekth thee loveth thy beareth. Until the endeth of p'riod. A hoarse voice with angelic tone. Haer like the colours of my chameleon. The tend tender lips of loveth. A smileth and mind of ambivalence. I shall loveth with nay judgment. A halo as bright as the mistress Possesseth in humans death's-head. The lukewarm blue chopt lips. The sleep chamber the lady did lie upon. H'r ilness, but I accepteth death. I can kisseth with green valor breath. The strength of a giant. The nimbleness of a lilliputian fairy. Thee can doth aught. Yon can crustheth and slipeth. Through the cracks of timeth. Thee can beest fell'r joyous. Liketh the visage of a monst'r I loveth thee f'r who is't thou art. Thee can beest the wild animal with scars. mine own canine ears ope to hark. Thee can has't warts liketh a toad. A belly as big as the univ'rse. I shalt beest a fath'r. thee can has't barb'd wire on thy corse. My chivalrous armour does not mind thy pain. Thee believeth chivalry is gone. Somewh're on the planet, 'r in the heavens above. Sickl'd by the grim reap'rs ploy. The apparition 'r man you love. I'm the pap'r thee loveth at which hour thy depress'd The smileth thee misseth. I am thy sir'r knave at heart. I'm the knight thee wanteth me to best. The lasteth sir standing at the edge of the w'rld with thee. Thy the only ***** I protecteth, and loveth f'rev'r. I give you can seeth how I loveth thee. This poem was written by Shane Michael Cleary at 12:42 2017 on June 30th.

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Of course you did it! Why didn't I believe it sooner? You treated me like **** Do you treat her that way too? Or do you spoon her? You better be feelin' that remorse, It'll come your path, But if it doesn't fit your course, You know you'll feel the wrath.

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Aug 27, 2018

Aug 27, 2018 at 2:01 PM UTC

mitus

r e mo rse

Of course you did it! Why didn't I believe it sooner? You treated me like **** Do you treat her that way too? Or do you spoon her? You better be feelin' that remorse, It'll come your path, But if it doesn't fit your course, You know you'll feel the wrath.

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