"shimm" poems - Hello Poetry

You're right, let's see where this will lead and in an hour I'll concede to spending all my afternoons the sun rising and setting with you reliably like after-hours swimming pools, we lead the way and make our own rules ******** to the ordinary, bring on hula hoops and sherry I'll send my heart wrapped in a letter, hope that it will get there over shimm'ring sails and stormy weather, hope that it will find its way to you

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May 21, 2012

May 21, 2012 at 6:18 PM UTC

samuel-the-poet

Stamps and Squeegees

You're right, let's see where this will lead and in an hour I'll concede to spending all my afternoons the sun rising and setting with you reliably like after-hours swimming pools, we lead the way and make our own rules ******** to the ordinary, bring on hula hoops and sherry I'll send my heart wrapped in a letter, hope that it will get there over shimm'ring sails and stormy weather, hope that it will find its way to you

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Western winds whipping with a will Restless rains taking refuge among the wren You're on a running rally all on your lonesome Gallantly exploring the pallet the elements deigned this morn The ghosts dance, their wispy waltz shattering our heavy hoof-prints Mosey-on 'round the bend your eyes will lend..... This scene, near winter's end --in pastel golden air, the shadows turning themselves to where-without mass. Hold your mouth aghast, Breathe gently of the metallic merriment, soak it up. Take it with you as you go. Feast your eyes on the fresh diamond formed in the re-fined rough.. Then smile with your musings, let the doubt-lings gab if they must. Against the shimm'ring shivers of the white-gold mists, the grey-blue veil fills out against the frightened forest, anxious of the morn to come. Not count yourself among those who shrink but those who harmonize with the chorus of the skies. So be you not fearful of the morn to come, the raw potential of it all, Rush into the recesses of the mind to find yourself rinsed in silver & gold.

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Feb 26, 2014

Feb 26, 2014 at 1:52 PM UTC

helen-burns

Morning Ride

Western winds whipping with a will Restless rains taking refuge among the wren You're on a running rally all on your lonesome Gallantly exploring the pallet the elements deigned this morn The ghosts dance, their wispy waltz shattering our heavy hoof-prints Mosey-on 'round the bend your eyes will lend..... This scene, near winter's end --in pastel golden air, the shadows turning themselves to where-without mass. Hold your mouth aghast, Breathe gently of the metallic merriment, soak it up. Take it with you as you go. Feast your eyes on the fresh diamond formed in the re-fined rough.. Then smile with your musings, let the doubt-lings gab if they must. Against the shimm'ring shivers of the white-gold mists, the grey-blue veil fills out against the frightened forest, anxious of the morn to come. Not count yourself among those who shrink but those who harmonize with the chorus of the skies. So be you not fearful of the morn to come, the raw potential of it all, Rush into the recesses of the mind to find yourself rinsed in silver & gold.

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close your eyes and just breathe in the lovely summer air july nights remind me of our quests to catch a cloud soft and warm smiling stars with brilliant sparkling teeth want to say "you're not alone, you're off somewhere, somewhere. where crimson skies and lanterns light our paths where the cold never reaches us beneath the moon waterfalls cascading down the shimm'ring sleeted cliffs you could tell all your secrets to the palm trees and everyone could try to look but never find your hideaways 'cuz you're not there with them you're off somewhere."

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Apr 4, 2013

Apr 4, 2013 at 11:36 AM UTC

amy-ems

somewhere

close your eyes and just breathe in the lovely summer air july nights remind me of our quests to catch a cloud soft and warm smiling stars with brilliant sparkling teeth want to say "you're not alone, you're off somewhere, somewhere. where crimson skies and lanterns light our paths where the cold never reaches us beneath the moon waterfalls cascading down the shimm'ring sleeted cliffs you could tell all your secrets to the palm trees and everyone could try to look but never find your hideaways 'cuz you're not there with them you're off somewhere."

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fishing for words in th e pool of eternity fishe rmen of the world unit e can you feel it shimm ery waters let them tak e it lie to your wife infi nite times more than e ver the bomb oh? THE B OMB and letter A in the back of your mind hold ing a gun wait is it true…………………………….No? Laugh!

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Dec 14, 2015

Dec 14, 2015 at 12:55 PM UTC

fox-lauren

What, a poem

fishing for words in th e pool of eternity fishe rmen of the world unit e can you feel it shimm ery waters let them tak e it lie to your wife infi nite times more than e ver the bomb oh? THE B OMB and letter A in the back of your mind hold ing a gun wait is it true…………………………….No? Laugh!

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The sidewalk shone and glittered, Under the gaze of the moon. The crickets' endless singsong Had followed them since June. The crunching of plants And the yelping of dogs, And the glowing of lights And the singing of frogs, And the blinks and winks Of distant starshine Trailed them as they walked. The heady scent of night Was deep and blue. It stuck to their clothes and skin, And it pooled beneath their shoes. Quiet steps And whisp'ring clouds, Lonely lights And shimm'ring shrouds And the brights and whites Of summer midnight Crowned them as they talked. The darkness Paved a shimmering path To a quiet world Brushed with sighs and silver.

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May 6, 2018

May 6, 2018 at 1:56 AM UTC

aemr

Clear

The sidewalk shone and glittered, Under the gaze of the moon. The crickets' endless singsong Had followed them since June. The crunching of plants And the yelping of dogs, And the glowing of lights And the singing of frogs, And the blinks and winks Of distant starshine Trailed them as they walked. The heady scent of night Was deep and blue. It stuck to their clothes and skin, And it pooled beneath their shoes. Quiet steps And whisp'ring clouds, Lonely lights And shimm'ring shrouds And the brights and whites Of summer midnight Crowned them as they talked. The darkness Paved a shimmering path To a quiet world Brushed with sighs and silver.

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In the dimness, in the darkness of the woodlands, see them play where the shadows, ever gath’ring, weave the magic not of day. You shall see them softly glimmer, though your eyes shall seem to say you’ve seen nought but shimm’ring silence of vestigiality.

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Jan 10, 2019

Jan 10, 2019 at 2:58 PM UTC

michael-bryant

To The Woodlanders

In the dimness, in the darkness of the woodlands, see them play where the shadows, ever gath’ring, weave the magic not of day. You shall see them softly glimmer, though your eyes shall seem to say you’ve seen nought but shimm’ring silence of vestigiality.

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