"seemlessly" poems - Hello Poetry

Rustle in the leaves, tussle with the vines, afoot in the tree of life, the gutsy snake coiling, Raddled and rattled with mans sin, Divulgence to the loner who cherished the fruit, in the dusky orange red skies which brought in the adhen and from the tolling bells in the distant church , While the snake lolloped in the stark blue skies, Manipulating this oppo for the abyss. The wandering seam of the night,moon, With flickering light forbade the seance on the seemlessly never ending night, Pity the snake for another morn would rise For it will have to go to the *** ,no the pit. The ***** and cuckoo within cooee , chanted and coerced another morn out ! Following the sun like the grail, the people lounged in to the waters of the ganges. While broods of hurted children huddled in hate, hurling stones at the traitor. Hauling the renegade into the throngs, Hunnish hands assaulted him until he swooned in to the motherlands lap, Hue and cry of the avengers brought in the tripper, Heavy loads hugged on to his shoulders, In poise words he spoke, ''for every creation has its flaws, And when we batter on the withered soul, It leaves the barren man dry again, To ward off evil is like blowing into the forges of Vulcan, And only when tests and temptations are burnt in the bonfires of joy, will man be moulded into a joyous being'' Hissing whisphers from the crowd spoke, Heresy of the tripper is the hold, Hasten yourself and bring our brother medication, Hunt down the snake will we, For this vagabond has spoken in verses, Only to be filed in the trippers travelogue. Hushed up as the snake in the pit.

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May 20, 2012

May 20, 2012 at 1:19 AM UTC

allan-harold-rex

the trippers travelogue

Rustle in the leaves, tussle with the vines, afoot in the tree of life, the gutsy snake coiling, Raddled and rattled with mans sin, Divulgence to the loner who cherished the fruit, in the dusky orange red skies which brought in the adhen and from the tolling bells in the distant church , While the snake lolloped in the stark blue skies, Manipulating this oppo for the abyss. The wandering seam of the night,moon, With flickering light forbade the seance on the seemlessly never ending night, Pity the snake for another morn would rise For it will have to go to the *** ,no the pit. The ***** and cuckoo within cooee , chanted and coerced another morn out ! Following the sun like the grail, the people lounged in to the waters of the ganges. While broods of hurted children huddled in hate, hurling stones at the traitor. Hauling the renegade into the throngs, Hunnish hands assaulted him until he swooned in to the motherlands lap, Hue and cry of the avengers brought in the tripper, Heavy loads hugged on to his shoulders, In poise words he spoke, ''for every creation has its flaws, And when we batter on the withered soul, It leaves the barren man dry again, To ward off evil is like blowing into the forges of Vulcan, And only when tests and temptations are burnt in the bonfires of joy, will man be moulded into a joyous being'' Hissing whisphers from the crowd spoke, Heresy of the tripper is the hold, Hasten yourself and bring our brother medication, Hunt down the snake will we, For this vagabond has spoken in verses, Only to be filed in the trippers travelogue. Hushed up as the snake in the pit.

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Panda's are beautiful when they sneeze which goes "squeak", Aloft her days so innocent amd meek. Panda's are beautiful when they're fierce without end, Finding new pathways making "No Exit" signs bend. A Panda knows it's beauty by the rush of the leaves and the wind behind it's ear, Even though it's cold at times there's always a Tiger near. But one Tiger watches each year, And sees every tear, Without hesitation he draws near. And time passes and leaves fall, Seemlessly with no worries at all. And footsteps cross, change, end but retrace to join on adventures again. Oh the meaning of something so small, Night comes and covers them all. And again the wind blows across her ear, But this time making her warm, Cause he growls for her and pours his Tigerish words along the wind in hopes that they might reach something dear. The rustle in the midnight when no wind blows, As silence becomes them something is found. Something small, the Tiger picks up, but bigger than her heart. It's the key that unlocks everything, It was laying on the ground, Nothing is left un opened as the wind through her heart shows. She loves him and he has always returned it. Though rain may force it's meaning to change, It only defines deeper the warmth of the wind... Panda's are beautiful when they sing the wrong notes, The right ones, the flat ones or completely different song. They'll reach his heart deeply as they rustle along!

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May 8, 2014

May 8, 2014 at 3:07 AM UTC

tyler-derksen

The Way Panda's Are

Panda's are beautiful when they sneeze which goes "squeak", Aloft her days so innocent amd meek. Panda's are beautiful when they're fierce without end, Finding new pathways making "No Exit" signs bend. A Panda knows it's beauty by the rush of the leaves and the wind behind it's ear, Even though it's cold at times there's always a Tiger near. But one Tiger watches each year, And sees every tear, Without hesitation he draws near. And time passes and leaves fall, Seemlessly with no worries at all. And footsteps cross, change, end but retrace to join on adventures again. Oh the meaning of something so small, Night comes and covers them all. And again the wind blows across her ear, But this time making her warm, Cause he growls for her and pours his Tigerish words along the wind in hopes that they might reach something dear. The rustle in the midnight when no wind blows, As silence becomes them something is found. Something small, the Tiger picks up, but bigger than her heart. It's the key that unlocks everything, It was laying on the ground, Nothing is left un opened as the wind through her heart shows. She loves him and he has always returned it. Though rain may force it's meaning to change, It only defines deeper the warmth of the wind... Panda's are beautiful when they sing the wrong notes, The right ones, the flat ones or completely different song. They'll reach his heart deeply as they rustle along!

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Once there was a lonely swing It swung slowly at midday But stood still at midnight It was out of curiosty that i held its chain Rusted from years of use Slowly i sat and thought "How lonely it must be to be forgotten" To give pity on a swing I must have lost my mind So I held on and pushed Slowly pushed on the cold sand The swing creaked with each movement Reminding me of its sullen old age It brought me higher and higher Euphoria filled me to the brim I reached out as I aimed for the stars The constellations The galaxies from afar Grasping the dusts of the wind against my palm Inhaling the cold city air Breath in Breath out "Higher higher" i screamed Lashing out to the nothingness that surronds me Cringing to the sound of rust against rust The silence was defeaning as I swung So i pushed harder and harder Till the universe embraced me It made me dizzy as it took every ounce of my breath So I had to stop Because madness was an armlength away Beckoning me to let go as i reached the peak of the sky Maybe it wasn't so bad To experience what it was like to fly for a moment To be one with the midnight sky Escaping reality for a second Knowing i'll be crashing right back into its arms So i gripped the chains and stopped Allowing gravity to pull me back from my thoughts Now the galaxies seemed to looked farther and farther Seemlessly miniscule for my sight The sound of night has now reached my ears The harsh air has now reached my lungs The insanity of what i may have done has now reached my mind I then descend downwards from my fantasy Landing from my left then to my right I felt the cold sand against my worn out shoes As i walk away from the lonely swing The lonely swing that once gave me thoughts of madness and wonder

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Mar 10, 2016

Mar 10, 2016 at 11:41 AM UTC

shntellemcs

D E S C E N T

Once there was a lonely swing It swung slowly at midday But stood still at midnight It was out of curiosty that i held its chain Rusted from years of use Slowly i sat and thought "How lonely it must be to be forgotten" To give pity on a swing I must have lost my mind So I held on and pushed Slowly pushed on the cold sand The swing creaked with each movement Reminding me of its sullen old age It brought me higher and higher Euphoria filled me to the brim I reached out as I aimed for the stars The constellations The galaxies from afar Grasping the dusts of the wind against my palm Inhaling the cold city air Breath in Breath out "Higher higher" i screamed Lashing out to the nothingness that surronds me Cringing to the sound of rust against rust The silence was defeaning as I swung So i pushed harder and harder Till the universe embraced me It made me dizzy as it took every ounce of my breath So I had to stop Because madness was an armlength away Beckoning me to let go as i reached the peak of the sky Maybe it wasn't so bad To experience what it was like to fly for a moment To be one with the midnight sky Escaping reality for a second Knowing i'll be crashing right back into its arms So i gripped the chains and stopped Allowing gravity to pull me back from my thoughts Now the galaxies seemed to looked farther and farther Seemlessly miniscule for my sight The sound of night has now reached my ears The harsh air has now reached my lungs The insanity of what i may have done has now reached my mind I then descend downwards from my fantasy Landing from my left then to my right I felt the cold sand against my worn out shoes As i walk away from the lonely swing The lonely swing that once gave me thoughts of madness and wonder

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I come from another planet One that's placed so far away You can't see it with the highest powered telescopes or anything like that Well, I'm not from there, myself But when I was just a seed, I was I was planted here Like a flower or a tree I grew up here like you But my origin is nothing you can imagine You can't tell the difference, though See, I've assimilated seemlessly And no one knows But this is my confession I'm not from this place And no one will ever believe me

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Nov 29, 2012

Nov 29, 2012 at 12:50 PM UTC

john-vd

Starchild

I come from another planet One that's placed so far away You can't see it with the highest powered telescopes or anything like that Well, I'm not from there, myself But when I was just a seed, I was I was planted here Like a flower or a tree I grew up here like you But my origin is nothing you can imagine You can't tell the difference, though See, I've assimilated seemlessly And no one knows But this is my confession I'm not from this place And no one will ever believe me

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I'm sorry that I cannot demonstrate How I love you That circumstances had to create A distance, a wall through Us and what we had And what could have been. We faded like a fad, Seemlessly disappearing, never to be seen again. I'm sorry that I'm not sorry enough To be with you. I'm sorry I've hurt you, made it so rough To to see me through.

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Aug 21, 2013

Aug 21, 2013 at 2:51 AM UTC

Mgpe

I'm Sorry

I'm sorry that I cannot demonstrate How I love you That circumstances had to create A distance, a wall through Us and what we had And what could have been. We faded like a fad, Seemlessly disappearing, never to be seen again. I'm sorry that I'm not sorry enough To be with you. I'm sorry I've hurt you, made it so rough To to see me through.

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Walking onto this stage, Feels more like a cage to a faceless audience They're out there looking for answers, They're asking what you would do Until you wake up and there isn't a soul in the room Except the walls are personified and they're screaming at you "What's your life plan, kid?" "That's ridiculous, you should just quit." "You can do more, even your best is a dead end street." "Wipe the smile, this is work, you don't deserve to enjoy it." I quit trying to ever write for anyone but own So why do I feel like the crowd keeps growing? They keep asking where I come up with the words to continue, This eidetic memory makes me relive everything I've been through My future self is making these poems take form I'm Link and this is my Song of Storms. So when I take a breath, I know my time isn't due Felt the warmth of the day, made it a night without harm. Standing out on this stage, I realize this whole image is useless, Throw down the mic and give a face to the faceless I don't have much time, don't make me second guess if I waste it. It's funny, the nameless strangers tell me I'm killing this game. The people who speak frequent act like the hydra has 50 heads unslain. I'm confused how people seemlessly seem to relate success with stress They're ****** I paved a path without losing my mind These walls can scream all they want I'm self-made and made it my own, the audience is blind.

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Sep 24, 2017

Sep 24, 2017 at 4:53 AM UTC

ryan-maroni

Hey, listen!

Walking onto this stage, Feels more like a cage to a faceless audience They're out there looking for answers, They're asking what you would do Until you wake up and there isn't a soul in the room Except the walls are personified and they're screaming at you "What's your life plan, kid?" "That's ridiculous, you should just quit." "You can do more, even your best is a dead end street." "Wipe the smile, this is work, you don't deserve to enjoy it." I quit trying to ever write for anyone but own So why do I feel like the crowd keeps growing? They keep asking where I come up with the words to continue, This eidetic memory makes me relive everything I've been through My future self is making these poems take form I'm Link and this is my Song of Storms. So when I take a breath, I know my time isn't due Felt the warmth of the day, made it a night without harm. Standing out on this stage, I realize this whole image is useless, Throw down the mic and give a face to the faceless I don't have much time, don't make me second guess if I waste it. It's funny, the nameless strangers tell me I'm killing this game. The people who speak frequent act like the hydra has 50 heads unslain. I'm confused how people seemlessly seem to relate success with stress They're ****** I paved a path without losing my mind These walls can scream all they want I'm self-made and made it my own, the audience is blind.

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words never easy to say always easy to write until now words never limited to feelings always spreading to thoughts until now words never ending flowing seemlessly always leading to mindlessness until now now words now they never now to you now they always now I can't now words never seeming to fit together always missing what I want to say now -beckb 041816

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Apr 19, 2016

Apr 19, 2016 at 12:35 AM UTC

beckb

until now

words never easy to say always easy to write until now words never limited to feelings always spreading to thoughts until now words never ending flowing seemlessly always leading to mindlessness until now now words now they never now to you now they always now I can't now words never seeming to fit together always missing what I want to say now -beckb 041816

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Visions of my past replayed so vivid I used to purposely lack sleep so I can immerse myself Into the world so livid Learned how to Lucid dream Making anything possible all it took was a thought like magic it appeared but just cause it shined didnt mean it was gold I couldn’t control my mind It took its own route I used to be so optimistic Till I spent countless days in my own mind Now every time I bounce back to reality Im pessimistic Nothing can compare to the world Ive seen in my own mind That thought sprout a seed now every dream I dream this flower of doom continues to bloom And everytime I sleep These toxic dreams keep haunting me all my struggles fears and demons seemlessly intertwined into my escape from reality no more fantasies welcome to planet nighmare 365 days a year

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Nov 15, 2017

Nov 15, 2017 at 8:39 PM UTC

Azrapse

Toxic dreams

Visions of my past replayed so vivid I used to purposely lack sleep so I can immerse myself Into the world so livid Learned how to Lucid dream Making anything possible all it took was a thought like magic it appeared but just cause it shined didnt mean it was gold I couldn’t control my mind It took its own route I used to be so optimistic Till I spent countless days in my own mind Now every time I bounce back to reality Im pessimistic Nothing can compare to the world Ive seen in my own mind That thought sprout a seed now every dream I dream this flower of doom continues to bloom And everytime I sleep These toxic dreams keep haunting me all my struggles fears and demons seemlessly intertwined into my escape from reality no more fantasies welcome to planet nighmare 365 days a year

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A repeated feat, just as dusk lusts for dawn: Nights blend seemlessly with the days they seek. Infatuation to the greatest degree because if it was love, they'd have found a way to suceed. Sun would share the sky with stars, a liminal space split in half. The ultimate comprimise for exisiting. When will the missing them dull to an ache I can bare? or is this the price? Would the abscene of pain simply mean the abscene of them? because if so, I'd rather dispare in the knowledge that just like the dawn, I'm cursed to an eternity one step before them, forever casting shadows.

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Mar 25, 2020

Mar 25, 2020 at 6:13 PM UTC

indiajade

Dawn

A repeated feat, just as dusk lusts for dawn: Nights blend seemlessly with the days they seek. Infatuation to the greatest degree because if it was love, they'd have found a way to suceed. Sun would share the sky with stars, a liminal space split in half. The ultimate comprimise for exisiting. When will the missing them dull to an ache I can bare? or is this the price? Would the abscene of pain simply mean the abscene of them? because if so, I'd rather dispare in the knowledge that just like the dawn, I'm cursed to an eternity one step before them, forever casting shadows.

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