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"saught" poems
Soft, gentle, like one of the fluffy clouds of the purest heaven above, Free of all sin, of all filth of this earth and of what a demon holds in his desire or temptation within his wicked heart of devilish instinct, While they carry you to your last judgement they glance at you, Seemingly so dreamlike that it must be like a legendary illusion of an infinite being, cast upon you to grant you a splendid slumbering, You will never be able to go back again, it has been decided that it should be this way, depart now my little soul, recieve your justice, Recall your previous self, as these angels stare at you with roaming might, spreading their wings to appear more light, carefree and pure, See into the dreams you saught to escape, now all agony, all sin and pride, envy and majesty are burnt away to rot within their light, The luminousity coming from these fluttering wings, is so smooth it would likely make the worldly life appear to be in a darker shade, Tirelessly, they are free from all needs, with no need for deep sleep, Even if you tried you would be swept away by their sheer power, These Angels had waited to carry you; until the moment you die! When you reach your final destination, darkness or light will be what you may recieve, or may these wings which seem to be invaluable, Be pure, then you are worthy of carrying angel wings. ~ Umi
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Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 6:10 PM UTC
Angelwings
*Get down off your thrown Your feelings are now torn From the love you brought From the times you saught For you have hurt many With your fake loving heart*
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Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 9:23 AM UTC
Fake Love
(This poem was brought to you by the letter...V!) She vacuums the worn carpet Her gaze on the surface vague and vacant But when you lift the lid She has been ****** into a vortex Of whirling cosmic space dust. She's entered a parallel universe There her name is Vanessa And her life's so diverse By day she announces on underground trains   'mind the gap, next stop Mornington crescent' Her voice is sweet, virtuous, clear and efficient   But by evening her voice has   more va va voom She sings sultry jazz in a smoky back room. She looks almost the same Voluptuous lines and a red haired mane But gone is any trace of mundane.   Each verse of song she wraps in a sway of the hips side to side and a ravishing smile  And if the audience  try it on or  become volatile A valiant handsome trilby wearing gentleman Can warn them off   With a choice few nouns And vexing verbs make them run a mile And after the show She and the gentleman Vanish from view And as their heated passion grows  They sink down onto A velveteen couch  exploring her peaks n valleys With his keen mouth And she traces his muscles Vivid veins, v lines She reaches his peak further south. Back out of the vortex And back in the room She is breathless And her heart is fast and keen She has stopped the vacuum Instead saught solace In the vibrations of her washing machine
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May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 3:53 PM UTC
Vortex
Running endlessly through a buffet of what life has to offer Yelling, screaming, kicking, pleading because they didn't get what they wanted Anytime's fine, unless the time's right now Never can get what you want boy, you know that's not allowed. Making crafts out of what no one would take a chance on Anything'll do right now under the right circumstance son Teetering towards a heavily weighted decision. This is what causes the opposing forces into collision. He knew what many felt should happen, but he also knew what was in his heart. Entering this mode of thinking he felt, "then why hadn't they all thought this way right from the start?" "Winning" could bring about closure, but it could also bring proper exposure. Jumping for joy because people were on the same page. Every single person, an actor on life's stage. Nevermind what had made them different before, Kings and queens they now all are, with only the whole world to expore (and beyond) Insight made everything feel right and all the people now did bond. Nights and days, rang out cheers and praise to you and the stars above Seeing to be true what was always saught, the utopia of love.
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Mar 15, 2012
Mar 15, 2012 at 3:40 PM UTC
Acrostic Topic
I was raised on a montage Standing with roses on top of a grave Sentimental afterfacts that neither care to give Discipline that neither can ignore Cyanide adorned curtain cats Pictured in red and iridescent Topped with normal cleansers and beauties Saught all in fall and in the summer The winter and the spring Easter Egg knocks between broken wings Philisophical differences on just cause Topped with Red Dynamite in far away caves Fortune’s mistreatment Piece of pie
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Jan 18, 2013
Jan 18, 2013 at 11:06 AM UTC
Montage
I do not mean to be so difficult. I do not mean to be irrational. I do not mean to hide away from you, And lie when you ask about my feelings. It's not me. It's you. It's entirely you. Because all I care about is you. I pray for your well being Far beyond my own. You are my every waking thought. You are my every peaceful dream. You are every light I have ever seen Since the day you vanished my darkness. You are every perfect lovely thing That not even in a hundred years Could all the finest poets think up. You are peace and perfection And beauty incarnate. You are my world. But you are also every worry That I have ever had. You are every tear That has ever fallen from my eye. You are every heartache I have ever endured. You are every sleepless night That has ever plagued me. And yet I can not let you go. For how could I let Heaven's most beautiful creation Slip through my fingers As if I did not know what I had?? As if I did not know That you are the miracle I saught. As if I did not know That I am blessed beyond all blessings.
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Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 11:40 PM UTC
Jon (III)
All my life my heart has saught A nameless feeling but received distraught And now, at last Alone with you, Here comes that feeling back from outta' the blue, Do I love you? Do you love me back? Is this passion true, or just torment?
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Apr 25, 2010
Apr 25, 2010 at 12:14 PM UTC
Finding It
I preach a sermon unheard of those herding Filling the ever-expanding sky with a lesson worth learning But willful do the people of the ground need to be To pluck the thread of true happiness and glee To bend the frame of minds, and alter the realm of their own time Many collapse their own airways in fear of other frequencies interfering But can we not see our voice is the only bearing in this mechanical clockwork we're fearing Humble voices worth applauding hide behind the voices Passive to all, in procrastination they fall The reality of loss can only sober one briefly Till we return to binge on our shallow lives so deeply A predecessor forgotten imbues nothing but doubt And all confidence you had will soon disperse If you don't take a look at who you are and converse Comparisons unneeded, will only leave you wrought Your inner-being forever saught A flock will the sapien always be rooted to Wingspans of all lenghts suited Every flight pattern a breeze transcended Only in this will you find that you grew Only in this will you find that you flew
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Jun 20, 2013
Jun 20, 2013 at 12:45 PM UTC
A Breeze Transcended
Recording that of which time was spent, It must be stated with some lament, Mankind was never prepared for that Which they saught so vehemently sat, Upon the throne of their own faults, Theology differentiated by default, And by which we would derive The definition of demise. - Annihilate me through my own inner goals, And press upon my morals once told, To keep my kin so lively and free, Rid them of their depraved disease, The freedoms and liberties of once passed down, Caress the minds of a generation endowed, Subject to sin and objectification, Of an overly popular, judgmental nation, An internal strife "To thineself always be true" Yet knowing not what realties imbue, Distressed, ingested ideals are formed And peaceful requisitions are abhorred, Selection is distraught and vague, Left frustrated are those who live for today, I must comment, request, and repent That in honor of life, meaning is spent, Lifeless are we, all left longing, Know that in this life, there is nothing.
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May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 2:41 AM UTC
Lexicon.
She was always saught after by the other guys, with her long, dark hair and beautifully dark eyes They were always checkin' out her wide hips and lean thighs Everything about her body was just at that right size, but, to her life, all those guys were inferior All they cared about was checkin' out her exterior, but I became superior by checkin' out her interior Once I saw how she was I had no more fear of her Once I got into her brain I saw a personality She was smart, funny, polite, full of originality Not long after that we became good friends, but every chance that I got the rules I would bend I had strong feelings for her, but did she have the same for me? Was I even prepared for the pain she could bring? I'll never know because I'm too shy to ask, but I'm happy being her friend for as long as it'll last
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Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 4:57 PM UTC
You
Love slithered up my sleeve like a sun parched python coiling around my soul making its home in the sanctuary found within venemous words spit forth their guile antitdote saught in nights comforting arms the moons radiant smile comes forth from a bottle, stars decadent radiance cascades from a tear, I'll hide in a sucumbant dream, on yesterdays and alibis I shall rest this weary head.
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Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 7:35 PM UTC
Yesterdays and alibis
A dog is outside just sitting there food was left nearby but dog just stands langidly outside looking in in it's hometown Kemah the dog won't move nor bark it's whining and whimpering    For too long a time the dog waited outside the red steel rddbba spare room building where the master of the house gets in a daily basis to write a love letter waiting for his first love to arrive to read them BBA/RDD. naturally dog just sits there watching other women getting in there reading unauthorized his love letters but dog dears not bark fearing they might call the pond the animal control to cage and euthanize even the winning dog outside looking in, understands something that others inside there looking out know too well to keep dog outside looking in to die thinking victory that it is too late to get inside the red building or to be taken in as a family member a pet to be loved protected taken to the bet for first aid to tend dogs old and new wounds given a collar a name some bones toys and a bedding. it's believed some people are like big dane dogs arriving at the right time to a home not built for them and forcing their way in free to roam begin to discover treasures never saught by it's original rightful intended ownner now outside looking in. This battered smaller breed circus bagabund dog langidly looking in forever waiting for the master of the house to run out to pet feed protect the long awaited pet the left behind because it simply seemed not to able to bark or to follow or beg for it all within time. this circus dog whimpering shivering cold outside looking in might just be the spirit soul of the one who loves you the most in this whole wide world true love. ~~~~~~ By: Karijinbba 03/18/2020.
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Mar 15, 2020
Mar 15, 2020 at 1:14 PM UTC
Outside Looking in
A dog is outside just sitting there food was left nearby but dog just stands langidly outside looking in in it's hometown Kemah the dog won't move nor bark it's whining and whimpering    For too long a time the dog waited outside the red steel rddbba spare room building where the master of the house gets in a daily basis to write a love letter waiting for his first love to arrive to read them BBA/RDD. naturally dog just sits there watching other women getting in there reading unauthorized his love letters but dog dears not bark fearing they might call the pond the animal control to cage and euthanize even the winning dog outside looking in, understands something that others inside there looking out know too well to keep dog outside looking in to die thinking victory that it is too late to get inside the red building or to be taken in as a family member a pet to be loved protected taken to the bet for first aid to tend dogs old and new wounds given a collar a name some bones toys and a bedding. it's believed some people are like big dane dogs arriving at the right time to a home not built for them and forcing their way in free to roam begin to discover treasures never saught by it's original rightful intended ownner now outside looking in. This battered smaller breed circus bagabund dog langidly looking in forever waiting for the master of the house to run out to pet feed protect the long awaited pet the left behind because it simply seemed not to able to bark or to follow or beg for it all within time. this circus dog whimpering shivering cold outside looking in might just be the spirit soul of the one who loves you the most in this whole wide world true love. ~~~~~~ By: Karijinbba 03/18/2020.
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Within an unclouded darkness, This is where I'd find rest, a somber, unending sky above me leads the way into the everlasting night, promising a forgotten dream, For it is warming, even comforting; the bitter grasp of loneliness, Laughing endlessly, throbbing in the dark, this figure of hatred now resented by life itself wriggled in the lost moonlight of the abyss, Unfading scars, pure fury are what has driven me this far and beyond, for a hellfire is burning me up inside, yet, this hole in my chest, this numbing, all consuming pain won't let me go, A petty figure, who has gotten rid of all emotions just so she could awaken in this emotionless void as who she is now, One after another my companions fell to the chains of fate, They were just hopeful dreamers who saught a future of bliss, And so my heart in love, consumed by agony and hate, died. If I only forgave you of all people, I could be myself again! But until then, I will wander around this pure dark, To seek revenge for my reflection, The abyss is a calming exile. ~ Umi
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Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 8:11 PM UTC
My Void
Fire under my skin: Clarity. Solace forms in response. Knowledge is something I never saught, So keep my bones for yourself. Now I am warm; filled with air. White Balloons tied to the wrist of a child. Let them float away now, For the moon tonight is calling your name And only the innocent can answer.
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Aug 7, 2011
Aug 7, 2011 at 2:31 PM UTC
Ignorance Is Bliss.
What if there's a fire... And only two men left Would it be me that he chose, Or me he'd second guess Am i worth a second chance, Or not even worth a stone Could i afford a single breath, Or would that leave me all alone May i ponder his own being? His smile, his laugh, his touch. Or is it still in the making? A mold no one should touch. I could offer my hand, But he said my voice would be enough. Am i the love of your life, Or a girl you couldn't get rid of If i saught out to fight, With all my might, Build up steam, Would the wind blow me over Because all i could gather Was equivilant to a leaf? If i called the call close, Took some notes, Changed my plea, Would it be worth a try, To find a guy, Who was no Different from me? Could i forget my venialia? Take a trip through the stars. With i person i felt worthful. Had he chose me, This world would be ours. May i continue my search, My nubivagant adventure? Unaware of what is around me. Looking for hope in the middle. Of everything we all knew Everything that could be. I took my trip through the stars... And came out Empty
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Nov 19, 2011
Nov 19, 2011 at 8:53 AM UTC
among the flames
I'm thinking of turning to god could I seek the righteous path? Can I get onto track? The devils calling holds me back perhaps Born into this universe Neglected as I've grown Into a man unloved by many That might be why if I've became unfriendly I know that I have faults I do not shy or blame the cosmos I still love me for me and see That quality within others that I seek I'm thinking about turning to god Because i feel alone within my thoughts I've thought outside and in the box And perhaps 'god' is all that I have ever saught All that I have ever got Is what at first, is what I gave when I leave this universe 'god' has not fired me I just quit this silly game
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Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 5:41 AM UTC
to bleed and sacrifice (freestyle)
Gracefully sliding down your silver skin It leaves a waste of blackness That zig zags like a corn maze A flame sets you into motion Giving off your sought after euphoria Our bond is one not saught after Yet its a connection I yearned for Nights spent on the bathroom floor With desperation and a fiendish itch You were there as my comfort With tears in my eyes and a stain on my pride We floated off into a temporary retreat
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Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 1:57 PM UTC
Perc 30's
How I read your words and invision the taste of the lips that spoke them into a page scented with your essence. I travel on road and gravel, pavement im enslaved and it hurts, the distance is far like life under earth, reachin for light and air but cursed and trapped wanderin and wondering, pondering while sombering, alive yets death is the sight far from your touch, Whom I seek is the love not rushed but hushed soft like plush that write rights with a right that was never left hangin wen pledging their soul infront of christ, is that too much? Im crushed.. A kiss for an eternity thatll leave the waves crashin the rocks on the spot we saw the sun set, a memory distant like mines from you, i rot. Darken my thoughts seem but the intent to remain the same as the same I was wen we split, I am. but change came in the appearance, because im looking more for you than what I left behind. Because I want a piece of you for me, and not what used to be mine. You see im just here waiting the scene to take place, where the rain will tickle my face, trickle down in my past tears place and trace, only to see you look back once and tell me I wasnt your mistake, I made you better , something! Like sometimes It hard to leave when you still have alot to give , but time wasnt in the place to have those gifts be presented, Now the presence is a wishlist of things thatll never live up too. Like finding a love like you... By Emmanuel jv Hernandez
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Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 12:58 AM UTC
The Distant Thoughts Similar, but Saught
PRECIPICE. It was one minute past twelve when the first was fired, By five minutes past twelve thousands had reached our atmosphere, An apocolypse by our own hand that evil inspired, Eight minutes past twelve cries from 9 billion frozen by fear, What do we do as a race when at the precipice of extinction, What power do those in power have at the end of human kind, In less than one minute our world will be struck by our own mass destruction, We are now all just brothers and sisters as the clock strikes nine, though it was only in this moment we understood all, all the bad and all the wrong, All the wars, all the killing and all the ignorence, The world we saught to destroy held our unity all along, The human race was now one of human benevolence, ———— Two hundred thousand years upon our world and it was at our last sixty seconds, That we had known peace, we had known the heavens. I am Jimmy.
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Mar 17, 2019
Mar 17, 2019 at 6:47 AM UTC
PRECIPICE
in the presence of her love, the sun must ignite, arising, he greets her from now receding night where the beauty of the stars, blanketed her face her aspect enshrouded by an image of delight her arms spread wide like the wings of an eagle, to hold and protect me from oncoming evils, engulfed in her compassion, i boast no equal, as a rose is among flowers she is among people, you cannot fathom, her love which measures, from cosmo to cosmo as high as the heavens, even more so when we are together, for time with her is timeless but time apart is forever we are now one, our love not soon destraught, we are love personified, which we have saught, and if my heart be searched each and every part what one is to find is another beating heart the shade of the oak, where our names embossed the light of the sun, which is guiding the lost, and though my senses be strengthened by our immortal cause, the sweetest sound remains the beat of her loving heart
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Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 7:48 PM UTC
Heart Felt
When time outruns the last of your brothers, and the heart of a golden generation turns into stone. Your strained bones long to rest among your loved ones, but you're unable to answer their call. There's worry lingering in your thoughts and straining your soul. You fear for stories too precious to leave behind, vulnerable to the ruthless fires of oblivion. So you keep clinging tiredly to an uncertain future. Desperately, you wonder for a shelter, a sanctum to all the lessons that must endure. Let go of these fears grandmother. Your history will live on. Through emblems, talismans and charms carved in the blood of our nation, your beliefs will be embedded in the symbols of our ancestors. Your teachings will clear the path for understanding, and our bodies will carry on the knowledge you left us. Through legends, tales and chants all forged from truth, your morals will resonate among frozen hearts. Your hopes will breathe life into our dying spirits, and the wisdom of our ancestry will guide our nation for eternities. Go in peace grandmother. Your wishes will live on. As your never-fading love warms us, harmony and peace will unite us again, and we will reach together to the glory you once saught. As your never-dying spirit inspires us, bravery and confidence will guide our conquests, and our triumphs await in the lands you dreamt of exploring. And as the blessings of your ancestors protect us, we'll pass on the knowledge to our children, and enlighten the path you've once shown us. So rest assured grandmother. Our culture will live on.
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Mar 4, 2020
Mar 4, 2020 at 2:56 PM UTC
A letter to my grandmother.
When time outruns the last of your brothers, and the heart of a golden generation turns into stone. Your strained bones long to rest among your loved ones, but you're unable to answer their call. There's worry lingering in your thoughts and straining your soul. You fear for stories too precious to leave behind, vulnerable to the ruthless fires of oblivion. So you keep clinging tiredly to an uncertain future. Desperately, you wonder for a shelter, a sanctum to all the lessons that must endure. Let go of these fears grandmother. Your history will live on. Through emblems, talismans and charms carved in the blood of our nation, your beliefs will be embedded in the symbols of our ancestors. Your teachings will clear the path for understanding, and our bodies will carry on the knowledge you left us. Through legends, tales and chants all forged from truth, your morals will resonate among frozen hearts. Your hopes will breathe life into our dying spirits, and the wisdom of our ancestry will guide our nation for eternities. Go in peace grandmother. Your wishes will live on. As your never-fading love warms us, harmony and peace will unite us again, and we will reach together to the glory you once saught. As your never-dying spirit inspires us, bravery and confidence will guide our conquests, and our triumphs await in the lands you dreamt of exploring. And as the blessings of your ancestors protect us, we'll pass on the knowledge to our children, and enlighten the path you've once shown us. So rest assured grandmother. Our culture will live on.
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Sun Moon Spirit & Fire. I awaken, sliver light slivers In slashes stark against skin. I burn in the night A Sun awakened by moonlight. I am consumed completely, Devoured deliciously, The moon won't sustain The sun it has awoken. But the cycle continues Caught in what I saught & love how no one "Day" is the same. Life reminds me I'm sane But I remember to ensure I live. I remember to ensure I forgive, Love and cleanse my pain. Sun Moon Spirit & Fire, Love in myself My health sparked true desire. Eased, forget - But am I pleased. Life is what you make - Happiness - I found for my own sake. Moonlight  Sunlight Shared in duality, Happiness - You shape your own World in reality.
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Aug 28, 2017
Aug 28, 2017 at 6:11 PM UTC
Sun, Moon, Fire & Spirit.
As the dust settled on the dim-lit floor, So did the bodies of two. Neither side saught out a victory, Both were content in just knowing. As the last splinter of sunlight faded, Sweat joined with the dust on the floor. Movements and minds were molded, As pieces of passion collided Into place.
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Sep 15, 2020
Sep 15, 2020 at 5:39 PM UTC
Sweat and Dust
the truth of the search no matter how long it took is that everything you saught was always in the last place you'd look
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Nov 17, 2017
Nov 17, 2017 at 6:24 PM UTC
find (aglet)