"slaming" poems - Hello Poetry

Blowing a wind of change The air rises As each season passes The weather is full of surprises The silent wanderer, Slaming through the gates Its force Almost breaking the nights and days The cloudy fog arises to announce the morning Same as every other day, it seems boring The roads ahead unseen The air as cold as ice And dry as desert sand And we can't see the stars The weather, Unpredictable as they come. Night and day yet unbroken Standing tall in the face of changes We're beyond defeat. ©2018 Busola S. kolade

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Dec 2, 2018

Dec 2, 2018 at 3:48 PM UTC

bskolade

Beyond Defeat

Blowing a wind of change The air rises As each season passes The weather is full of surprises The silent wanderer, Slaming through the gates Its force Almost breaking the nights and days The cloudy fog arises to announce the morning Same as every other day, it seems boring The roads ahead unseen The air as cold as ice And dry as desert sand And we can't see the stars The weather, Unpredictable as they come. Night and day yet unbroken Standing tall in the face of changes We're beyond defeat. ©2018 Busola S. kolade

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passion is what burns in the back of your throat like breathing in cold air when you speak to the one you love passion is the way someone's eyes light up from seeing another someone smile for the first time in weeks passion is what makes you pick up a pen every single day to write about a Dead Sea and the way you are a lot like it passion in the form of unspoken words passion in the form of your body language PASSION IN THE FORM OF ME SLAMING MY POETRY INTO YOUR BLOOD STREAM GIVING YOU THE WORST HIGH YOU'VE NEVER DREADED BUT WILL SOON PASSION IN THE FORM OF MY WORDS WRITTEN ON THE OUTSIDE OF YOUR VEINS BUT EVERY LETTER ON YOUR INSIDES PASSION IN THE SICKEST FORM OF ME WISHING YOU'D RIP YOURSELF APART JUST TO FINALLY READ THE WORDS OUT OF ALL 24 ****** BOOKS I ALWAYS WRITE IN" but finally a passion in the form of me wanting to watch you bleed just for a second so you can see me be the one to stitch you up

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Feb 24, 2014

Feb 24, 2014 at 10:28 PM UTC

paisley-sky-parker

passion

passion is what burns in the back of your throat like breathing in cold air when you speak to the one you love passion is the way someone's eyes light up from seeing another someone smile for the first time in weeks passion is what makes you pick up a pen every single day to write about a Dead Sea and the way you are a lot like it passion in the form of unspoken words passion in the form of your body language PASSION IN THE FORM OF ME SLAMING MY POETRY INTO YOUR BLOOD STREAM GIVING YOU THE WORST HIGH YOU'VE NEVER DREADED BUT WILL SOON PASSION IN THE FORM OF MY WORDS WRITTEN ON THE OUTSIDE OF YOUR VEINS BUT EVERY LETTER ON YOUR INSIDES PASSION IN THE SICKEST FORM OF ME WISHING YOU'D RIP YOURSELF APART JUST TO FINALLY READ THE WORDS OUT OF ALL 24 ****** BOOKS I ALWAYS WRITE IN" but finally a passion in the form of me wanting to watch you bleed just for a second so you can see me be the one to stitch you up

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I broke the back door, with my thumb nail of course. I forgot that you like slaming it everynight, my pain brings you pleasure. The pholicules just turn purple and peel off anyway. Another shade of pink, & a house without doors would be nice.

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Jun 23, 2015

Jun 23, 2015 at 12:45 AM UTC

madison-moskowitz

Afrikaner

I broke the back door, with my thumb nail of course. I forgot that you like slaming it everynight, my pain brings you pleasure. The pholicules just turn purple and peel off anyway. Another shade of pink, & a house without doors would be nice.

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Haha bye college

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May 15, 2015

May 15, 2015 at 10:32 PM UTC

madison-moskowitz

I'm good at slaming doors, watch

Haha bye college

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Pain. So real I can see it. Pain. So strong it could tear me down. The pain not physical but mental is just as much to bear. For in a fight you can dodge the hit, bit venomous words always hit their mark. Screaming Slaming doors And a family stood apart And though it all I find myself dumb, for a divided home simply cannot stand.

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Dec 3, 2017

Dec 3, 2017 at 9:00 PM UTC

what-if-we-were-free

Pain

Pain. So real I can see it. Pain. So strong it could tear me down. The pain not physical but mental is just as much to bear. For in a fight you can dodge the hit, bit venomous words always hit their mark. Screaming Slaming doors And a family stood apart And though it all I find myself dumb, for a divided home simply cannot stand.

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If only I knew life was going to be this hard. Just give us a class please! Teach me that I'll still jump at a slaming door, hiding from my dad under the covers at 22. Tell me that it takes more than 3 lemons to make lemonade. Teacher show me love is way more important than math most days, but some days you still have to love math. Maybe it's good life doesn't offer a crash course. The pressure you get an A would be to overwhelming. I'd crash, of course.

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Apr 8, 2018

Apr 8, 2018 at 12:30 AM UTC

NateC

Life, or whatever this.

If only I knew life was going to be this hard. Just give us a class please! Teach me that I'll still jump at a slaming door, hiding from my dad under the covers at 22. Tell me that it takes more than 3 lemons to make lemonade. Teacher show me love is way more important than math most days, but some days you still have to love math. Maybe it's good life doesn't offer a crash course. The pressure you get an A would be to overwhelming. I'd crash, of course.

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