"shakened" poems - Hello Poetry

A old gentleman in a bar was sitting next to a very beat up man this tattered man He wore no shoes He smelled He was soaking wet and looked very pale. The old gentleman bought the man a beer and ask him what his story was the man told him that he was once a successful buissness owner a man of high class and standard. He wore the finest clothes, wore the most beautufl jewelry, and went on amazing journeys. The old gentleman began to laugh he sipped his drink looked over the man and asked him what happened the man told him that he was driving out in the country comming home from a buissness meeting He said he had been drinking and reached for his scotch when he looked up his car swirved in the lake water seaped in He said " water came rushing in so fast" the old gentleman looked down at his beer looked up and the man was nowhere to be seen he asked the bar keep if he saw where the man went the bar keep insisted that the old gentleman was crazy that he saw the old gentleman talking to himself... suddenly The old Gentleman heard a voice over the television " Good evening we have breaking news it appears that Lyon Lemon Owner of Inka Industries has gone missing. Police have recovered his viechle but with no trace of Lyon inside it. They've issued scuba divers to search for the Lyons body. We will keep you posted on this story. The old gentleman suddenly felt quezzy and uneasy. His lips dried, his skin went clammy, and his hair stood on the back of his neck. He knew he had seen Lyon not moments ago in the bar. The old gentle dropped a handfull of silver and paper on the counter and rushed out. Javier Timble once a Master Con Artist and a Cheat was now the one being fooled and tricked with. He knew the game that was being played on him and he was to have no part of being set up for a ****** Timble was shakened but was far from scared. As he walked out the bar he noticed wet footprints. But they were forming as if someone was walking. Timble again felt the rush of adrenline come into his heart he began to mutter to himself and wonder what kind of trick this was. Javier stepped slowly towards the footprints and noticed that there was letters forming on the wall to the right of him. slowly the words formed out to say "InKa"

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Oct 24, 2012

Oct 24, 2012 at 2:04 AM UTC

jam-rock

not finished but a start

A old gentleman in a bar was sitting next to a very beat up man this tattered man He wore no shoes He smelled He was soaking wet and looked very pale. The old gentleman bought the man a beer and ask him what his story was the man told him that he was once a successful buissness owner a man of high class and standard. He wore the finest clothes, wore the most beautufl jewelry, and went on amazing journeys. The old gentleman began to laugh he sipped his drink looked over the man and asked him what happened the man told him that he was driving out in the country comming home from a buissness meeting He said he had been drinking and reached for his scotch when he looked up his car swirved in the lake water seaped in He said " water came rushing in so fast" the old gentleman looked down at his beer looked up and the man was nowhere to be seen he asked the bar keep if he saw where the man went the bar keep insisted that the old gentleman was crazy that he saw the old gentleman talking to himself... suddenly The old Gentleman heard a voice over the television " Good evening we have breaking news it appears that Lyon Lemon Owner of Inka Industries has gone missing. Police have recovered his viechle but with no trace of Lyon inside it. They've issued scuba divers to search for the Lyons body. We will keep you posted on this story. The old gentleman suddenly felt quezzy and uneasy. His lips dried, his skin went clammy, and his hair stood on the back of his neck. He knew he had seen Lyon not moments ago in the bar. The old gentle dropped a handfull of silver and paper on the counter and rushed out. Javier Timble once a Master Con Artist and a Cheat was now the one being fooled and tricked with. He knew the game that was being played on him and he was to have no part of being set up for a ****** Timble was shakened but was far from scared. As he walked out the bar he noticed wet footprints. But they were forming as if someone was walking. Timble again felt the rush of adrenline come into his heart he began to mutter to himself and wonder what kind of trick this was. Javier stepped slowly towards the footprints and noticed that there was letters forming on the wall to the right of him. slowly the words formed out to say "InKa"

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The final breath is entreated by the breaths of wind, the sky returns again as the stormy clouds depart. Droplets of water, from seas all over Earth Puddles of mud which use to be dirt. Centuries of creation all about, Weep as fast as the swimming trout. The morning birth of the turtle doves, peaceful and sad to see the dark night. The atmosphere of peace in might, As it pecks its way out of shell. Beneath the bone of its mother, She nurtures without a bother. The evening loss of dogs of war. At last the threat returns, ****** turned out of sores. Teacher sick of burns. Fire of skies tormenting, Precipitate of dirt fomenting. The freedom of the snake is not so seditious, It feeds on the nest of the turtle dove. Protect O mother-bird your love, Jettison the hatred deep inside, And **** the snake with severely brutal guile. The final wind is shakened by the quakes of ground. Hurt is one dove but there is three. Enough to go around, Eaten as food by thee. Hurt I'm, Hurt I be, nature you sicken me. Nature you sicken me.

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Nov 2, 2012

Nov 2, 2012 at 10:42 AM UTC

mj-cusson

The Morning O' Gentleness Sense

The final breath is entreated by the breaths of wind, the sky returns again as the stormy clouds depart. Droplets of water, from seas all over Earth Puddles of mud which use to be dirt. Centuries of creation all about, Weep as fast as the swimming trout. The morning birth of the turtle doves, peaceful and sad to see the dark night. The atmosphere of peace in might, As it pecks its way out of shell. Beneath the bone of its mother, She nurtures without a bother. The evening loss of dogs of war. At last the threat returns, ****** turned out of sores. Teacher sick of burns. Fire of skies tormenting, Precipitate of dirt fomenting. The freedom of the snake is not so seditious, It feeds on the nest of the turtle dove. Protect O mother-bird your love, Jettison the hatred deep inside, And **** the snake with severely brutal guile. The final wind is shakened by the quakes of ground. Hurt is one dove but there is three. Enough to go around, Eaten as food by thee. Hurt I'm, Hurt I be, nature you sicken me. Nature you sicken me.

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Ringing ears Drop dead silence Revealing fears Under the influence Tired flesh Mind awakened Spirit shakened Day is night Night is day Monologue conversations In an overflowing mind Personal revelations Are harder to find Verbal diarrhoea Fitting nothing in criteria Spreading like bacteria Repressing hysteria

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Nov 29, 2016

Nov 29, 2016 at 3:21 PM UTC

Amelie

Redbull *****

Ringing ears Drop dead silence Revealing fears Under the influence Tired flesh Mind awakened Spirit shakened Day is night Night is day Monologue conversations In an overflowing mind Personal revelations Are harder to find Verbal diarrhoea Fitting nothing in criteria Spreading like bacteria Repressing hysteria

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A myriad of reminders he unto her life Vivid, jaded memories in turn would heft much strife. Darkened, shady characters amid her thoughts of him ~ Feelings untoward this woman of his so soon turn dim. Spiraling down.. down... down.... As a leaf which falls from a shakened tree It drifts.. drifts... drifts.... Never returning to its orgin ~

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Feb 20, 2014

Feb 20, 2014 at 8:44 PM UTC

a-gelouan

Shakened Love

A myriad of reminders he unto her life Vivid, jaded memories in turn would heft much strife. Darkened, shady characters amid her thoughts of him ~ Feelings untoward this woman of his so soon turn dim. Spiraling down.. down... down.... As a leaf which falls from a shakened tree It drifts.. drifts... drifts.... Never returning to its orgin ~

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my heart brokened and shakened when hit by the crossbow of love

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Jun 15, 2016

Jun 15, 2016 at 8:22 PM UTC

stu-harley

The Crossbow of Love

my heart brokened and shakened when hit by the crossbow of love

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I have taken a turbulent, tumble in the darkness of my mind. In here I lay naked. Shakened but unmoved. I want to grab hold of the rope but in my quest to find peace, I rest in this void. I sleep in this delusion. I delight in the waves. Here, I lose parts of me. Here, I search for solitude. Here, I see the life before me unfold; until I decide I don't want to be here anymore.. Sincerely, a servant

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Jun 15, 2018

Jun 15, 2018 at 10:14 PM UTC

Quaint

Here.

I have taken a turbulent, tumble in the darkness of my mind. In here I lay naked. Shakened but unmoved. I want to grab hold of the rope but in my quest to find peace, I rest in this void. I sleep in this delusion. I delight in the waves. Here, I lose parts of me. Here, I search for solitude. Here, I see the life before me unfold; until I decide I don't want to be here anymore.. Sincerely, a servant

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I stood in awe in the most perplexing silence which was not quite like the trickle of water but of a stunned recognition of crackling thunder, of electrifying energy rolling, writhing like a bonfire I stood, my chest thumping like something of numbing euphoria as the dancing, dancing man with passion blanketing him and music pouring from his creation forged a union, a marriage between the living thing of man and music and I was nothing more than an earth-shakened leaf taken by a singing light dappling the sweet forest floor

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Aug 3, 2017

Aug 3, 2017 at 1:38 PM UTC

decem

Passions

I stood in awe in the most perplexing silence which was not quite like the trickle of water but of a stunned recognition of crackling thunder, of electrifying energy rolling, writhing like a bonfire I stood, my chest thumping like something of numbing euphoria as the dancing, dancing man with passion blanketing him and music pouring from his creation forged a union, a marriage between the living thing of man and music and I was nothing more than an earth-shakened leaf taken by a singing light dappling the sweet forest floor

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