"rythmatic" poems - Hello Poetry

Vague is the feeling, dark is the delight, feared is the memory of your cold dead sight. Your love was killed by the twisted moonlight. I remember hazel brown eyes reversed into a song, a Melodie of skies. I can see the colors now burst in the air and up above so tender was the forbidden love. I now ponder in amazement towards the moonlight sky. An embrious scatter of stars lay in the earths bound movement, slowly, cautiously I begin to wonder. But only to the moonlight dancer. I have heard your voice and I have seen your face, but only for it to bring back a tattered trace. I remember when all was good. I remember when you use to love me the way that you should. I watched you walk away slowly with these words only a trickle on my tongue. With a "good...bye" your voice had rung. Those words lay pasted down to my heart and glued. Moonlight dancer come back to my hand, moonlight dancer take me to your rythmatic land, moonlight dancer take my hand. Her coldness piercing my heart, her absence tore me apart, and now her funeral to only end me. Please come back and defend me. Slowly the blade slit across my wrist in a song like structure. I let the music flow down from the wound, and now my mind it will consume. I'm lost and in love by moonlight dancers song. Where else could I have gone wrong? Moonlight dancer come back to my hand, moonlight dancer take me to your rythmatic land, moonlight dancer take my hand. Moonlight dancer just please breath once again. Moonlight dancer?

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Mar 3, 2013

Mar 3, 2013 at 9:36 PM UTC

coadjutant

Moonlight dancer.

Vague is the feeling, dark is the delight, feared is the memory of your cold dead sight. Your love was killed by the twisted moonlight. I remember hazel brown eyes reversed into a song, a Melodie of skies. I can see the colors now burst in the air and up above so tender was the forbidden love. I now ponder in amazement towards the moonlight sky. An embrious scatter of stars lay in the earths bound movement, slowly, cautiously I begin to wonder. But only to the moonlight dancer. I have heard your voice and I have seen your face, but only for it to bring back a tattered trace. I remember when all was good. I remember when you use to love me the way that you should. I watched you walk away slowly with these words only a trickle on my tongue. With a "good...bye" your voice had rung. Those words lay pasted down to my heart and glued. Moonlight dancer come back to my hand, moonlight dancer take me to your rythmatic land, moonlight dancer take my hand. Her coldness piercing my heart, her absence tore me apart, and now her funeral to only end me. Please come back and defend me. Slowly the blade slit across my wrist in a song like structure. I let the music flow down from the wound, and now my mind it will consume. I'm lost and in love by moonlight dancers song. Where else could I have gone wrong? Moonlight dancer come back to my hand, moonlight dancer take me to your rythmatic land, moonlight dancer take my hand. Moonlight dancer just please breath once again. Moonlight dancer?

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Soulquarians, gather round. Hear my testimony. Representin’ Chi town to the fullest. Given the Name Lonnie Rashid Lynn, I earned the name Common. I am, put on this stage for a purpose. My verses give you, common sense. I am, the role model to the past, Present and, future. Being the Loquacious man I am, I am, Finding forever in you. So, keep me In your mind because my time, is Unforgettable. Unforgettable I am. I speak with clarity. Satisfying your starving eyes as I, Feed you knowledge. I am, That reflecting image in that young Persons mirror. Watching them loose Motivation. And it’s sad cause’, we got arms, But wont reach for the skies. Our ignorance is in the same breath as Our innocence, subconsciously, seeking to Find an impressionable mind to convince. I found one. Mani. One who is beautiful And sweet. She told me, your lyrics inspire Me. You are the rarest piece of finery, And I would hate to lose you. She said, Find forever in me. Lay upon me, Your exquisite gift of poetry. She said, I remember sittin’ in my room With my boom box bangin’ so loud, That your rythmatic vibrations caused The pictures on my wall to form a New image. Listening to the game over, and over, And over until my ears were filled With beats that flowed from my pen, And onto my sheet, of paper. Papers, stacked so high with the words, I love Common. Common. Nonsense, Is what we’re seeing these days. So, If you find the pursuit of passion, Use it. I am, here to restore our black maybe. Cause’ maybe, we’ll get to the top Someday. Instead of having our opinions Stored away. Cause’ you see, common Sense is quite rare. But, those that doubt Com will soon believe. That- This is where, Forever begins. The start of reality. Wars and battles, we Fought for ours, caught in ghetto tragedy. Remember black brothers and sisters, Origin is forever. Through these brown eyes Are beholding black pride. So strive. Strive. I, see my worlds tears, and I, want to wipe, their weary eyes. I will be finding Forever in you. I am Common.

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Mar 11, 2010

Mar 11, 2010 at 4:02 PM UTC

kimani-jones

I AM COMMON-black history poem

Soulquarians, gather round. Hear my testimony. Representin’ Chi town to the fullest. Given the Name Lonnie Rashid Lynn, I earned the name Common. I am, put on this stage for a purpose. My verses give you, common sense. I am, the role model to the past, Present and, future. Being the Loquacious man I am, I am, Finding forever in you. So, keep me In your mind because my time, is Unforgettable. Unforgettable I am. I speak with clarity. Satisfying your starving eyes as I, Feed you knowledge. I am, That reflecting image in that young Persons mirror. Watching them loose Motivation. And it’s sad cause’, we got arms, But wont reach for the skies. Our ignorance is in the same breath as Our innocence, subconsciously, seeking to Find an impressionable mind to convince. I found one. Mani. One who is beautiful And sweet. She told me, your lyrics inspire Me. You are the rarest piece of finery, And I would hate to lose you. She said, Find forever in me. Lay upon me, Your exquisite gift of poetry. She said, I remember sittin’ in my room With my boom box bangin’ so loud, That your rythmatic vibrations caused The pictures on my wall to form a New image. Listening to the game over, and over, And over until my ears were filled With beats that flowed from my pen, And onto my sheet, of paper. Papers, stacked so high with the words, I love Common. Common. Nonsense, Is what we’re seeing these days. So, If you find the pursuit of passion, Use it. I am, here to restore our black maybe. Cause’ maybe, we’ll get to the top Someday. Instead of having our opinions Stored away. Cause’ you see, common Sense is quite rare. But, those that doubt Com will soon believe. That- This is where, Forever begins. The start of reality. Wars and battles, we Fought for ours, caught in ghetto tragedy. Remember black brothers and sisters, Origin is forever. Through these brown eyes Are beholding black pride. So strive. Strive. I, see my worlds tears, and I, want to wipe, their weary eyes. I will be finding Forever in you. I am Common.

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Waking up next to you is scary. And before your vehement self-loathing causes you to interpret this as an insult; I'll explain what I mean as best as I can. I'm scared because I always wake up before you; and I know that all I'll want to do is watch you. That's dangerous because it only makes me love you more. The way you heavily breathe through your mouth as a result of a congested nose, the way the relaxing and contracting of your intercostal muscles cause your small body to bounce up and down in a perfectly rythmatic manner. The way your heartbeat fills the entire room. So much so that I have to susurrate the bed sheets to mask the sound so my unforgetting heart doesn't fall any deeper into the enigma that is you. Then you wake up. You look at me with disoriented green eyes and matted brown hair and smile. You smile at me exactly the same way I've been smiling at you for the past ten minutes. It's scary Because by that point the clamorous sound of your heart beat is quickly replaced by mine. Sometimes I'm scared that you'll hear it. And you'll know.

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Sep 21, 2013

Sep 21, 2013 at 1:25 PM UTC

abysmal

As best as I could put it

Waking up next to you is scary. And before your vehement self-loathing causes you to interpret this as an insult; I'll explain what I mean as best as I can. I'm scared because I always wake up before you; and I know that all I'll want to do is watch you. That's dangerous because it only makes me love you more. The way you heavily breathe through your mouth as a result of a congested nose, the way the relaxing and contracting of your intercostal muscles cause your small body to bounce up and down in a perfectly rythmatic manner. The way your heartbeat fills the entire room. So much so that I have to susurrate the bed sheets to mask the sound so my unforgetting heart doesn't fall any deeper into the enigma that is you. Then you wake up. You look at me with disoriented green eyes and matted brown hair and smile. You smile at me exactly the same way I've been smiling at you for the past ten minutes. It's scary Because by that point the clamorous sound of your heart beat is quickly replaced by mine. Sometimes I'm scared that you'll hear it. And you'll know.

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The rythmatic sequences of sound Slithered through my brain Leaving ***** of yarn Tangled all around me Caught between deception And a ressurection Becoming one with the water droplets Stuck to the window Visions fluttered through my mind Like tiny little butterflies Tickling the inside of my eyes The greatness soothed me To a point of fear A good fear Like that of a fierce man With a sweet soul That of a burdened child With a perfect life My wallet was empty But my heart was full Of sounds And shapes Like the little block toys From my childhood Nothing could stop this This sentimental feeling Not even the burning pictures Falling from my pinstriped wall

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Mar 29, 2012

Mar 29, 2012 at 3:53 PM UTC

hannah-elisabeth-johnston

Deaf perception

The rythmatic sequences of sound Slithered through my brain Leaving ***** of yarn Tangled all around me Caught between deception And a ressurection Becoming one with the water droplets Stuck to the window Visions fluttered through my mind Like tiny little butterflies Tickling the inside of my eyes The greatness soothed me To a point of fear A good fear Like that of a fierce man With a sweet soul That of a burdened child With a perfect life My wallet was empty But my heart was full Of sounds And shapes Like the little block toys From my childhood Nothing could stop this This sentimental feeling Not even the burning pictures Falling from my pinstriped wall

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"recklessness" does not mean throwing yourself in front of a bus nor does it describe how i feel about you. how your aura says stop, like the red light i never should've ran you were once my princess to protect now youre a scratch on my shining armor that refuses to buff, yet id still climb to the top of the highest tower to watch your chest rest and fall in rythmatic sleep, step by step, round and round, losing my breathe in the anticlimatic atmosphere hoping you still could be found Walt disney once said "the more you like yourself, the less you are like anyone else, which makes you unique" well tinkerbell never left peter, nor did belle leave the beast, so whats makes you think you can leave me we're not ken and barbie, this is real life, with real thoughts and real people, leave the plastic realm behind, face your problems you were always best a throwing phones and slamming doors, i never thought i'd be locked on the other side while everything crashed into bits and pieces, like my heart you tied my heart to an anchor now im drowning in false childhood memories. MY HEAD WAS A HOT AIR BALLOON THAT YOU FILLED WITH DECEITS , MY MIND WAS A KITE YOU CUT WITH YOUR WHIPLIKE SHARP TONGUE TELLING ME YOUD ALWAYS BE HERE YOURE NOT MUCH OF A ROLE MODEL, THE ONLY THING YOU EVER TAUGHT ME WAS HOW TO GIVE IN AND WALK OUT BUT ******* IT I LOVE YOU ANYWAY I MISS YOU LIKE THE SNOW MISSES THE SUN ON A COLD WINTERS DAY AND HOW THE BEACH LOVES THE SALTY OASIS AND I SWEAR THERE WILL COME A DAY THAT YOU WILL COME BACK TO ME BECAUSE WE'RE TWO ******* HALVES OF THE SAME SOUL

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May 20, 2014

May 20, 2014 at 1:49 PM UTC

aavelinajaden

reckless

"recklessness" does not mean throwing yourself in front of a bus nor does it describe how i feel about you. how your aura says stop, like the red light i never should've ran you were once my princess to protect now youre a scratch on my shining armor that refuses to buff, yet id still climb to the top of the highest tower to watch your chest rest and fall in rythmatic sleep, step by step, round and round, losing my breathe in the anticlimatic atmosphere hoping you still could be found Walt disney once said "the more you like yourself, the less you are like anyone else, which makes you unique" well tinkerbell never left peter, nor did belle leave the beast, so whats makes you think you can leave me we're not ken and barbie, this is real life, with real thoughts and real people, leave the plastic realm behind, face your problems you were always best a throwing phones and slamming doors, i never thought i'd be locked on the other side while everything crashed into bits and pieces, like my heart you tied my heart to an anchor now im drowning in false childhood memories. MY HEAD WAS A HOT AIR BALLOON THAT YOU FILLED WITH DECEITS , MY MIND WAS A KITE YOU CUT WITH YOUR WHIPLIKE SHARP TONGUE TELLING ME YOUD ALWAYS BE HERE YOURE NOT MUCH OF A ROLE MODEL, THE ONLY THING YOU EVER TAUGHT ME WAS HOW TO GIVE IN AND WALK OUT BUT ******* IT I LOVE YOU ANYWAY I MISS YOU LIKE THE SNOW MISSES THE SUN ON A COLD WINTERS DAY AND HOW THE BEACH LOVES THE SALTY OASIS AND I SWEAR THERE WILL COME A DAY THAT YOU WILL COME BACK TO ME BECAUSE WE'RE TWO ******* HALVES OF THE SAME SOUL

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Drip.. Drip.. Drip.. Slowly, Drop by little drop, The coffee falls into it's glass *** It's rythmatic sound soothing me, Soothing me to peaceful sleep. I grasp the handle tighter, Reaching for my mug. I'm desperate. Desperate to stay awake. Even if only for a single day. Just one more day. The heavier my eyelids get, The heavier the coffee *** seems. It's weight unbearable, I let it fall to the tile. The ring of its shatter Echos off the walls. My head slowly, Very slowly, Falling to the sight of my lap. Faded, ripped jeans, Covered in nearly black coffee. The scent seems almost magical. I keep the scent with me, Drifting off and away .

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Feb 19, 2014

Feb 19, 2014 at 9:08 PM UTC

georgia-rae

Coffee ***

Drip.. Drip.. Drip.. Slowly, Drop by little drop, The coffee falls into it's glass *** It's rythmatic sound soothing me, Soothing me to peaceful sleep. I grasp the handle tighter, Reaching for my mug. I'm desperate. Desperate to stay awake. Even if only for a single day. Just one more day. The heavier my eyelids get, The heavier the coffee *** seems. It's weight unbearable, I let it fall to the tile. The ring of its shatter Echos off the walls. My head slowly, Very slowly, Falling to the sight of my lap. Faded, ripped jeans, Covered in nearly black coffee. The scent seems almost magical. I keep the scent with me, Drifting off and away .

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Movement, The way your body sways in its own rythmatic unison, hypnotising me. Beautiful, porcelain poison. You gaze with allurmemt in each pupil, pulling me in. I am taken away by your bewilderment ways. I am falling in love with you day by day. Sweet porcelin love.

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Sep 14, 2017

Sep 14, 2017 at 1:04 AM UTC

coadjutant

Maranda

Movement, The way your body sways in its own rythmatic unison, hypnotising me. Beautiful, porcelain poison. You gaze with allurmemt in each pupil, pulling me in. I am taken away by your bewilderment ways. I am falling in love with you day by day. Sweet porcelin love.

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We speak of equality But do we truly know what we mean Or do we just scream Words to be heard Louder than the rest Take a breath Count the beats within your rest Enough is enough When will the screaming be enough The belting of ballistic insanity Sent upon on humanity By the very same melody Bearing its fangs To sing of rythmatic systematic screams of the hating pointing to blame As the love in the world dies In a blistering flame Will this ever be enough Will be the words engraved on humanity's tombstone As it burns beyond the grave We built

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Jan 14, 2019

Jan 14, 2019 at 6:53 AM UTC

Raiven-Frost

Untitled

We speak of equality But do we truly know what we mean Or do we just scream Words to be heard Louder than the rest Take a breath Count the beats within your rest Enough is enough When will the screaming be enough The belting of ballistic insanity Sent upon on humanity By the very same melody Bearing its fangs To sing of rythmatic systematic screams of the hating pointing to blame As the love in the world dies In a blistering flame Will this ever be enough Will be the words engraved on humanity's tombstone As it burns beyond the grave We built

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