"skybound" poems - Hello Poetry

Dark chocolate almond-covering Red wine Dark metaphors skybound hanging Purple prose Dark memories ephemerally teasing White passion Dark isolation stealthily choking Blue acquiescence

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Nov 10, 2012

Nov 10, 2012 at 4:06 PM UTC

subconscious-on-parade

Dark

Dark chocolate almond-covering Red wine Dark metaphors skybound hanging Purple prose Dark memories ephemerally teasing White passion Dark isolation stealthily choking Blue acquiescence

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Of what poetic alchemy does this leaden torch Transmute to golden lines, ear whisperings? Do our hearts not skip a beat when the comfortable Silence that is part of our poem's melody's weave, Within its tapestry, are placed just so? Is it not a pointless point, my pen's unending one Does alight, for reading isn't hearing? Is not a twig of poetree, earthen, sun sparked, Skybound, too true to expound? And when our heart gestures, Bleeding ink lines dance, Engraving such imagery in a mind's eye, Feelings within a breast, bemusing the ear, Do they not accompany In the Spheres choreography? Is nature not awoke When bards extemporaneously Evoke such wonder that co-creation Of the universe is quickened? "Ya got me!", a listener asserts Dismissively, as the audience laughs.

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Mar 21, 2018

Mar 21, 2018 at 3:42 AM UTC

reality

once more to the breach

Of what poetic alchemy does this leaden torch Transmute to golden lines, ear whisperings? Do our hearts not skip a beat when the comfortable Silence that is part of our poem's melody's weave, Within its tapestry, are placed just so? Is it not a pointless point, my pen's unending one Does alight, for reading isn't hearing? Is not a twig of poetree, earthen, sun sparked, Skybound, too true to expound? And when our heart gestures, Bleeding ink lines dance, Engraving such imagery in a mind's eye, Feelings within a breast, bemusing the ear, Do they not accompany In the Spheres choreography? Is nature not awoke When bards extemporaneously Evoke such wonder that co-creation Of the universe is quickened? "Ya got me!", a listener asserts Dismissively, as the audience laughs.

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*leaves ecstatically ***** on the dollops totter with the melody of the patter pass the cascades one upon the other invite the soil to join in the chorus! dance in merriment their joyous heart drink it all up not a drop to go waste between each thunder while the clouds part hold the sky's treasure deep in the breast! sing the note of life buried in the ground nurture each seed for the unbroken chain scatter the dreams string them skybound what's once here would come back again! when the blue returns tinged with gold leaves would glisten in pearly necklace they won't be there when the story is retold yet veins would throb in the rain's embrace!*

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Aug 10, 2015

Aug 10, 2015 at 9:58 AM UTC

pradip-chattopadhyay

Intransient

*leaves ecstatically ***** on the dollops totter with the melody of the patter pass the cascades one upon the other invite the soil to join in the chorus! dance in merriment their joyous heart drink it all up not a drop to go waste between each thunder while the clouds part hold the sky's treasure deep in the breast! sing the note of life buried in the ground nurture each seed for the unbroken chain scatter the dreams string them skybound what's once here would come back again! when the blue returns tinged with gold leaves would glisten in pearly necklace they won't be there when the story is retold yet veins would throb in the rain's embrace!*

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Sunrise Was pink Then orange Then pink again Before blue And black Seagulls improvise with the wind Skybound shadows Dancing in twos and threes In my mind Confusing messages Intertwine I realise how important Relationships are A brave face On what is wrong Will no longer do I must see things As they truly are And transform Stand in the truth Do not fear what others say Live in it Sunset was Golden Brilliant Expansive

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Jan 18, 2016

Jan 18, 2016 at 1:47 PM UTC

commuter-poet

Blue Monday

Sunrise Was pink Then orange Then pink again Before blue And black Seagulls improvise with the wind Skybound shadows Dancing in twos and threes In my mind Confusing messages Intertwine I realise how important Relationships are A brave face On what is wrong Will no longer do I must see things As they truly are And transform Stand in the truth Do not fear what others say Live in it Sunset was Golden Brilliant Expansive

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I walked through the quiet hush of dusk, where echoes of dreams in shadows lay. Soft whispers clung to the evening breeze, calling me back to yesterday. A lantern flickered deep in my chest, its flame unsure, yet burning bright. Through shattered paths and weary steps, it carved its way into the night. I gathered moments, thread by thread, stitched them into skybound wings. Though time may steal, and fate may fade, some dreams still hum—some echoes sing.

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Mar 25, 2025

Mar 25, 2025 at 5:24 AM UTC

Kuch_baatein_khud_se

Echoes of a Dream

I walked through the quiet hush of dusk, where echoes of dreams in shadows lay. Soft whispers clung to the evening breeze, calling me back to yesterday. A lantern flickered deep in my chest, its flame unsure, yet burning bright. Through shattered paths and weary steps, it carved its way into the night. I gathered moments, thread by thread, stitched them into skybound wings. Though time may steal, and fate may fade, some dreams still hum—some echoes sing.

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Ebony's Gold. Dark fast erupts with decisive lust, locks in skybound eyesight between banks of low cloud. and blocks all sight of a sinking sun. Dusk folds early into twilight's hold, attacks any last view of homecoming bird flight and wraps shadows round ebony's gold. Night awakens and strikes daylight, cuts sunset's late shine from evening's nocturnal edges then shuts pitch darkness in, tightly. Battle for might ends and what wins is descending blackness but dawn's fight prior planned sun's mighty push shall again begin.

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Sep 2, 2016

Sep 2, 2016 at 5:22 AM UTC

fay-slimm

Ebony's Gold.

Ebony's Gold. Dark fast erupts with decisive lust, locks in skybound eyesight between banks of low cloud. and blocks all sight of a sinking sun. Dusk folds early into twilight's hold, attacks any last view of homecoming bird flight and wraps shadows round ebony's gold. Night awakens and strikes daylight, cuts sunset's late shine from evening's nocturnal edges then shuts pitch darkness in, tightly. Battle for might ends and what wins is descending blackness but dawn's fight prior planned sun's mighty push shall again begin.

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For the thorn's sake, The rose is watered as well. The rind isn’t what separates From fruit you wish to find, Rather, the delusion that separation Exists, that's within your mind.

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Dec 23, 2018

Dec 23, 2018 at 2:20 AM UTC

reality

Star Stuff, Earth Birthed, Skybound, Be

For the thorn's sake, The rose is watered as well. The rind isn’t what separates From fruit you wish to find, Rather, the delusion that separation Exists, that's within your mind.

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Just met one of my high sisters a hot battleship blazing light I opened my gunports in acknowledgement she flashed backed at me with delight She so looks like me with all her insignias another star child is ascending skybound she told me something funny she told me, she thought I was dead I told her for all my worth and pride yes I am, yet still I reside I downloaded data to her twenty thousand years worth go sister back to the outer worlds and tell my sisters I still reside on Earth my sistership is in firm holy order as I watch starship Hero go skybound By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

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Oct 6, 2014

Oct 6, 2014 at 12:53 AM UTC

christos-andreas-kourtis

Skybound

Just met one of my high sisters a hot battleship blazing light I opened my gunports in acknowledgement she flashed backed at me with delight She so looks like me with all her insignias another star child is ascending skybound she told me something funny she told me, she thought I was dead I told her for all my worth and pride yes I am, yet still I reside I downloaded data to her twenty thousand years worth go sister back to the outer worlds and tell my sisters I still reside on Earth my sistership is in firm holy order as I watch starship Hero go skybound By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

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forever taking things apart, not quite piecing them back together: that was all we knew, in those idle days of quiet. our pretty words were leaning how to crawl. before long we found that we each had wings that made doorways difficult to walk through. the worship of imperceptible things, looking back, without, should have been a clue. but a series of truly insignificant detours could not sustain—o blue!— the flight we knew as recourse.

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Jun 25, 2017

Jun 25, 2017 at 9:48 AM UTC

thymos

skybound

forever taking things apart, not quite piecing them back together: that was all we knew, in those idle days of quiet. our pretty words were leaning how to crawl. before long we found that we each had wings that made doorways difficult to walk through. the worship of imperceptible things, looking back, without, should have been a clue. but a series of truly insignificant detours could not sustain—o blue!— the flight we knew as recourse.

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