"shatt" poems - Hello Poetry

▖ ▖ ▖ ▖ ▖ ▖ ▖ ▖ her tears shed under the pouring rain with her yellow umbrella lying on the ground She can hear the droplets echoing through her mind The raging storm and the dark sky shrouded the entirety of her world she is drowning, with no one to hold. Then suddenly, he came to grab the umbrella, showered her like a flower, touch her heart like the gentle rain drops. planted daisies on her eyes, so when she cries, it'll bloom to life and to remind her of beauty a beauty from the sun shine that gives light to her own shatt ered world

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May 24, 2015

May 24, 2015 at 11:56 PM UTC

adelethewriter

Kiss The Rain ☂

▖ ▖ ▖ ▖ ▖ ▖ ▖ ▖ her tears shed under the pouring rain with her yellow umbrella lying on the ground She can hear the droplets echoing through her mind The raging storm and the dark sky shrouded the entirety of her world she is drowning, with no one to hold. Then suddenly, he came to grab the umbrella, showered her like a flower, touch her heart like the gentle rain drops. planted daisies on her eyes, so when she cries, it'll bloom to life and to remind her of beauty a beauty from the sun shine that gives light to her own shatt ered world

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perscription laughter! 5 milligrams, twice daily, once at breakfast, once before bed. possible side effects include: a concrete heart trying to come back to beat and -- shatt EEE rr welcome home, baby humming bird! there's always a second chance.

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Nov 17, 2013

Nov 17, 2013 at 5:41 PM UTC

softcomponent

melt

perscription laughter! 5 milligrams, twice daily, once at breakfast, once before bed. possible side effects include: a concrete heart trying to come back to beat and -- shatt EEE rr welcome home, baby humming bird! there's always a second chance.

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we've been through enough to throw words as daggers deeply piercing hearts racing, almost bursting shatt'ring and breaking apart yet we never do, and may we never will. for the things making us bleed'll come to be the same keeping us standing still stronger day by day imperfect, but in every way perfect for each other i once just yearned her my beautiful stranger yet feelings haven't waned since six months and before i'll hold you safe, sweet found treasured you're everything I wanted and more

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Mar 18, 2013

Mar 18, 2013 at 10:01 AM UTC

kaiel-anta

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we've been through enough to throw words as daggers deeply piercing hearts racing, almost bursting shatt'ring and breaking apart yet we never do, and may we never will. for the things making us bleed'll come to be the same keeping us standing still stronger day by day imperfect, but in every way perfect for each other i once just yearned her my beautiful stranger yet feelings haven't waned since six months and before i'll hold you safe, sweet found treasured you're everything I wanted and more

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1 On that night, pierced by the sound of rain, Everything is possible... When one is washed in cognac, Drenched in sorrow, Haunted by the unknown... And when one refuses to remain a stone. So why— Do you consult the coffee cups? Why— Do you ask the endless questions? And why— Did you come to the sea, If you fear the journey? 2 Between October and October, Like the warm sugar flowing from the heart of fruit... Leave your fate to God, and sleep. For your ******* come into this world by destiny, And by destiny, they fade away... 3 Love will come in its time... So wear your Egyptian caftan. I now recall the cotton fields of the Delta... Sit wherever you like, For the piano concerto Will erase time, Erase you, Erase me, And erase the burdens we have carried since birth. Love will come in its time... And passion will come in its time... For the piano concerto Washes all things in camphor and oil, Melts the ice off the faces of lakes, Summons strange butterflies, And brings forth fields anew. So let things be natural... effortless... For the piano concerto Finds its own solutions. Love will come in its time... And the piano... Will call us into its watery chamber, And I do not know what it will say... 4 Everything is possible... On that night, pierced by the sound of rain. Tchaikovsky— Now passes like a bird through Petersburg’s squares, Slipping like a green dream from Montparnasse, Drifting through the memory of roses, Gathering the yellow leaves of Europe's forests, Praying in Hagia Sophia, Weeping in the sacred halls of Najaf, Between mirrors and golden domes... 5 Everything is possible... On that night, pierced by the sound of rain. So wear your Kurdish caftan... I do not know why— But I recall Mosul in spring, The water reeds swaying in the marshes, The orchards of Al-Rasafa, And the writings God inscribes In roses and gold, Upon the palm fronds of Shatt Al-Arab At sunset... 6 Good morning, jasmine... are you well? The piano concerto Lit the fire for us... then vanished. Now, I recall the orchards of Al-Rasafa, The shanashil that line the banks of Al-A’zamiyah, And the writings God inscribes In roses and gold, Upon the palm fronds of Shatt Al-Arab At sunset... 7 Good morning, jasmine... are you well? The piano concerto Lit the fire for us... then vanished.

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Mar 8, 2025

Mar 8, 2025 at 12:08 AM UTC

Jesse

Concerto for Piano

1 On that night, pierced by the sound of rain, Everything is possible... When one is washed in cognac, Drenched in sorrow, Haunted by the unknown... And when one refuses to remain a stone. So why— Do you consult the coffee cups? Why— Do you ask the endless questions? And why— Did you come to the sea, If you fear the journey? 2 Between October and October, Like the warm sugar flowing from the heart of fruit... Leave your fate to God, and sleep. For your ******* come into this world by destiny, And by destiny, they fade away... 3 Love will come in its time... So wear your Egyptian caftan. I now recall the cotton fields of the Delta... Sit wherever you like, For the piano concerto Will erase time, Erase you, Erase me, And erase the burdens we have carried since birth. Love will come in its time... And passion will come in its time... For the piano concerto Washes all things in camphor and oil, Melts the ice off the faces of lakes, Summons strange butterflies, And brings forth fields anew. So let things be natural... effortless... For the piano concerto Finds its own solutions. Love will come in its time... And the piano... Will call us into its watery chamber, And I do not know what it will say... 4 Everything is possible... On that night, pierced by the sound of rain. Tchaikovsky— Now passes like a bird through Petersburg’s squares, Slipping like a green dream from Montparnasse, Drifting through the memory of roses, Gathering the yellow leaves of Europe's forests, Praying in Hagia Sophia, Weeping in the sacred halls of Najaf, Between mirrors and golden domes... 5 Everything is possible... On that night, pierced by the sound of rain. So wear your Kurdish caftan... I do not know why— But I recall Mosul in spring, The water reeds swaying in the marshes, The orchards of Al-Rasafa, And the writings God inscribes In roses and gold, Upon the palm fronds of Shatt Al-Arab At sunset... 6 Good morning, jasmine... are you well? The piano concerto Lit the fire for us... then vanished. Now, I recall the orchards of Al-Rasafa, The shanashil that line the banks of Al-A’zamiyah, And the writings God inscribes In roses and gold, Upon the palm fronds of Shatt Al-Arab At sunset... 7 Good morning, jasmine... are you well? The piano concerto Lit the fire for us... then vanished.

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While out on a walk with a seer, The maid froze while on the first mile. "This is not a good place to remember," She said with a nervous smile. ~ A fearsome crack A cry of wrath A bright red droplet on the path ~ "This is not a safe place to be stepping," The maid said, with a frightened glance. "We had better run home and regroup, friend; We shouldn't leave this to chance." ~ A cheshire grin A shatt'ring cry A nightmare socket with a bloodshot eye ~ "Now, now, dear seer!" I told her. "Calm yourself, you seem so distressed! Retreating would be a failure indeed, To press onward would surely be best." ~ A vicious slice A gushing flood A vital veinage, sweet lifeblood ~ I quelled her fears and she followed, Despite her persistent doubt. "Honestly," I softly muttered "There's nothing to be frightened about." ~ A lifeless maid A slackjawed bride A headless creature with arms splayed wide ~ We travelled deeper and deeper Through the path into the dark wood We travelled so far, that if we were to shout No creature would come if they could. ~ A loneliness A fading light A blackness like the dead of night ~ Here we stopped. "I need a rest," I said to her. She acquiesced. She turned around. Such woe betide. And so that foolish seer died. With all her gifts She could not see That I was her true enemy. My knife did slash. And she did wail. I grinned a grin. I watched her flail. I watched her fall Down to the ground. She made a scream, Melodious sound! My work was done. Her head was gone. In mine her song Sung on and on. I turned and left That empty glade, Where no one was Except the maid.

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Mar 14, 2020

Mar 14, 2020 at 4:41 PM UTC

Seadrin

The Maid

While out on a walk with a seer, The maid froze while on the first mile. "This is not a good place to remember," She said with a nervous smile. ~ A fearsome crack A cry of wrath A bright red droplet on the path ~ "This is not a safe place to be stepping," The maid said, with a frightened glance. "We had better run home and regroup, friend; We shouldn't leave this to chance." ~ A cheshire grin A shatt'ring cry A nightmare socket with a bloodshot eye ~ "Now, now, dear seer!" I told her. "Calm yourself, you seem so distressed! Retreating would be a failure indeed, To press onward would surely be best." ~ A vicious slice A gushing flood A vital veinage, sweet lifeblood ~ I quelled her fears and she followed, Despite her persistent doubt. "Honestly," I softly muttered "There's nothing to be frightened about." ~ A lifeless maid A slackjawed bride A headless creature with arms splayed wide ~ We travelled deeper and deeper Through the path into the dark wood We travelled so far, that if we were to shout No creature would come if they could. ~ A loneliness A fading light A blackness like the dead of night ~ Here we stopped. "I need a rest," I said to her. She acquiesced. She turned around. Such woe betide. And so that foolish seer died. With all her gifts She could not see That I was her true enemy. My knife did slash. And she did wail. I grinned a grin. I watched her flail. I watched her fall Down to the ground. She made a scream, Melodious sound! My work was done. Her head was gone. In mine her song Sung on and on. I turned and left That empty glade, Where no one was Except the maid.

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