"soring" poems - Hello Poetry

Summer camp lovers, Sad, sad your soring high, Come autumn, One of you will have moved on before the other.

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Jan 19, 2011

Jan 19, 2011 at 12:45 PM UTC

perig3e

Summer camp lovers

Summer camp lovers, Sad, sad your soring high, Come autumn, One of you will have moved on before the other.

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The Lost Bird In The Sky The Lost Bird In The Sky Somewhere there sits a lone man at a bar filled with lowlifes lost in his thoughts mad at the world and at her it's eight in the morning and dawn is long past and its eve's seat he'll now nurse across the bar room through the blinds, some sun peeks in over the seedy rug the sun drying the last cleansing of a patron's puke the musky smell the last of his worries his eyes take in the bar he intimates a hand gesture to other patrons and a meaningless nod indifferent to being friendly matching the terrain of the other lowlifes at the bar all on crutches, it seems on the wall hangs pictures of storm clouds black and ominous as his life the first of his worries him and his head always drooping or were those pictures in his imagination the music box plays a sad song smoke gets in your eye followed by lies another sad song stories of his life accentuated grabbing at him his worries her effect how poetic, he smiles him in effigy through the smoke in his eyes and more beer he can clearly see her with a voodoo doll in hand sticking needles in him maybe deservingly if only he could tell her a story he thinks better of his thoughts and a pending epilogue thirsting for sunshine instead his eyes glance up at the women bartender plain, plump, playful, pierced sunshine for the moment his lips, and tongue curl his feet touch earth, seeing if it's still there as she lumbers back and forth serving drinks her backside sticking up like a beehive and for a moment he wants to be a bee he plays with his beer bottle running his hands past it's neck caressing, taking a sip thinking of his past love the softness of her neck ***** her essence of how pleasing it would be to touch her her nest if only he could be a bird for a moment fly and be in flight with her together in the sky making baby birds their innocence and first tweets that would have been nice now ... landed at a hole in a wall his eyes and thoughts keep soring he grabs more beer more beer pausing to grab some honey with his eyes he keeps playing with his loose change spinning a quarter like watching her pirouette again and again she had that effect on him Logan Robertson 11/15/17

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Nov 16, 2017

Nov 16, 2017 at 12:33 AM UTC

logan-robertson

The Lost Bird In The Sky

The Lost Bird In The Sky The Lost Bird In The Sky Somewhere there sits a lone man at a bar filled with lowlifes lost in his thoughts mad at the world and at her it's eight in the morning and dawn is long past and its eve's seat he'll now nurse across the bar room through the blinds, some sun peeks in over the seedy rug the sun drying the last cleansing of a patron's puke the musky smell the last of his worries his eyes take in the bar he intimates a hand gesture to other patrons and a meaningless nod indifferent to being friendly matching the terrain of the other lowlifes at the bar all on crutches, it seems on the wall hangs pictures of storm clouds black and ominous as his life the first of his worries him and his head always drooping or were those pictures in his imagination the music box plays a sad song smoke gets in your eye followed by lies another sad song stories of his life accentuated grabbing at him his worries her effect how poetic, he smiles him in effigy through the smoke in his eyes and more beer he can clearly see her with a voodoo doll in hand sticking needles in him maybe deservingly if only he could tell her a story he thinks better of his thoughts and a pending epilogue thirsting for sunshine instead his eyes glance up at the women bartender plain, plump, playful, pierced sunshine for the moment his lips, and tongue curl his feet touch earth, seeing if it's still there as she lumbers back and forth serving drinks her backside sticking up like a beehive and for a moment he wants to be a bee he plays with his beer bottle running his hands past it's neck caressing, taking a sip thinking of his past love the softness of her neck ***** her essence of how pleasing it would be to touch her her nest if only he could be a bird for a moment fly and be in flight with her together in the sky making baby birds their innocence and first tweets that would have been nice now ... landed at a hole in a wall his eyes and thoughts keep soring he grabs more beer more beer pausing to grab some honey with his eyes he keeps playing with his loose change spinning a quarter like watching her pirouette again and again she had that effect on him Logan Robertson 11/15/17

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**I love you like the sun in the sky Or maybe how a bird is destined to fly Even more than a mother loves her child Or all the animals running in the wild A petal to a rose And everyone knows It's more that just love Soring around like a white turtle dove Tears for joy and tears for pain It's like standing out in the hot summer rain, It's more than the sound of your sweet gentle name More than a predator loves its game Words can't sum up the way that I feel But I'll definitely say These feelings are real And as Sent from above I'm here to give you my undying love So in closing my dear I pray I've made it rather clear You mean everything to me My sweet heart can't you see I can't get enough of your endless touch Oh my sweet baby, I love you so much! **

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Feb 27, 2013

Feb 27, 2013 at 5:02 AM UTC

mangesh-krishna

I Love You Like The Sun

**I love you like the sun in the sky Or maybe how a bird is destined to fly Even more than a mother loves her child Or all the animals running in the wild A petal to a rose And everyone knows It's more that just love Soring around like a white turtle dove Tears for joy and tears for pain It's like standing out in the hot summer rain, It's more than the sound of your sweet gentle name More than a predator loves its game Words can't sum up the way that I feel But I'll definitely say These feelings are real And as Sent from above I'm here to give you my undying love So in closing my dear I pray I've made it rather clear You mean everything to me My sweet heart can't you see I can't get enough of your endless touch Oh my sweet baby, I love you so much! **

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Your love is like a frozen bird, a feathered stone falling from the sky. I wish it didn't die. It should be flying, and soring, and healing, against the warm blaze of the afternoon sun--weaving and diving through the coolness of the clouds. But it's gone, and all it can do is plummet and take a few more birds out, on its way down.

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Sep 4, 2025

Sep 4, 2025 at 11:27 AM UTC

thomas-w-case

Feathered Stone

Your love is like a frozen bird, a feathered stone falling from the sky. I wish it didn't die. It should be flying, and soring, and healing, against the warm blaze of the afternoon sun--weaving and diving through the coolness of the clouds. But it's gone, and all it can do is plummet and take a few more birds out, on its way down.

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Oh, I love spring. With the frogs jumping Upon lily pads. With the wind blowing Cool against my face. Just so peaceful. Oh, I love spring. With the crickets playing A colorful song. With the sun being A pretty gold. Just so wonderful. Oh, I love spring. With the green grass Soft against my checks. With shooting stars Soring in the night sky. Just so brilliant. Oh, But this spring was different. The frogs didn't jumping Upon the darkened lily pads. The wind was blowing But with a ugly stench. Just so uncomfortable. Oh, But this spring was different. The crickets weren't even playing A sad and lonely song. The sun was red with anger, Behind the dark clouds. Just so much loneliness. Oh, But this spring was different. The grass was not green And was hard under my feet. And the sky, Oh, the sky. Was covered in clouds. Could I not see One star fly? Oh, That spring was a silent spring. For the only noises Came from yourself, And the factories And cars that flew behind you. Will we be forever stuck In a silent spring?

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Mar 20, 2014

Mar 20, 2014 at 6:49 PM UTC

erin_esping

Silent Spring

Oh, I love spring. With the frogs jumping Upon lily pads. With the wind blowing Cool against my face. Just so peaceful. Oh, I love spring. With the crickets playing A colorful song. With the sun being A pretty gold. Just so wonderful. Oh, I love spring. With the green grass Soft against my checks. With shooting stars Soring in the night sky. Just so brilliant. Oh, But this spring was different. The frogs didn't jumping Upon the darkened lily pads. The wind was blowing But with a ugly stench. Just so uncomfortable. Oh, But this spring was different. The crickets weren't even playing A sad and lonely song. The sun was red with anger, Behind the dark clouds. Just so much loneliness. Oh, But this spring was different. The grass was not green And was hard under my feet. And the sky, Oh, the sky. Was covered in clouds. Could I not see One star fly? Oh, That spring was a silent spring. For the only noises Came from yourself, And the factories And cars that flew behind you. Will we be forever stuck In a silent spring?

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I watched you grow while I'm waiting to stand on my own I'm still waiting, and sinking The rain blocks air from my throat Time goes regardless of if I'm growing heartless You left me undone I'm waiting for someone to pick the pieces up All I can do is push them under a rug You're soring, but I'm barely crawling I want to let go and slip away I know there's no place for me And I don't want to know how you've been But I'll still ask I won't wait forever for this transition to pass Any longer I'll let go and sink My undeserving body will lose the air I stole When the bubbles stop I'll finally give back to the world

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Oct 9, 2015

Oct 9, 2015 at 9:10 PM UTC

hopeless-coward

The Waiting

I watched you grow while I'm waiting to stand on my own I'm still waiting, and sinking The rain blocks air from my throat Time goes regardless of if I'm growing heartless You left me undone I'm waiting for someone to pick the pieces up All I can do is push them under a rug You're soring, but I'm barely crawling I want to let go and slip away I know there's no place for me And I don't want to know how you've been But I'll still ask I won't wait forever for this transition to pass Any longer I'll let go and sink My undeserving body will lose the air I stole When the bubbles stop I'll finally give back to the world

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The great eagle is soring, What would it be like to fly like eagles do, How majestic they fly above the ground looking round, How majestic they look soring high above my head, Eye's that see things from a far away, Eye's that are sharp like no other, Claws so at the ready to grab branch or prey, The call of the eagle loud crisp and a joy to hear. The great eagle is soring. The great eagle is flying high above my head.

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Jan 17, 2011

Jan 17, 2011 at 3:13 AM UTC

derek-1

Great Eagle

The great eagle is soring, What would it be like to fly like eagles do, How majestic they fly above the ground looking round, How majestic they look soring high above my head, Eye's that see things from a far away, Eye's that are sharp like no other, Claws so at the ready to grab branch or prey, The call of the eagle loud crisp and a joy to hear. The great eagle is soring. The great eagle is flying high above my head.

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Take me down to California Away from my home Someplace far from my soul Wonder through the snow Get a little high in the mountains Someplace far from soul Opal magic lead me To somewhere I can be whole Gypsy lady I hope you come find me Swimming through the ocean Rivers and streams Anywhere you believe That I can find my dreams Take me down to California Away from my home Someplace far from my soul Looking for the ruins Of my self control Why can't you see This place is not for me I belong with the trees Animals and little things Soring through the atmosphere The clouds hide me As I wonder through the rabbits hole Can't you see we all need a little rock n roll

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Mar 26, 2015

Mar 26, 2015 at 1:16 PM UTC

nickblockonelove

Take me to California

Take me down to California Away from my home Someplace far from my soul Wonder through the snow Get a little high in the mountains Someplace far from soul Opal magic lead me To somewhere I can be whole Gypsy lady I hope you come find me Swimming through the ocean Rivers and streams Anywhere you believe That I can find my dreams Take me down to California Away from my home Someplace far from my soul Looking for the ruins Of my self control Why can't you see This place is not for me I belong with the trees Animals and little things Soring through the atmosphere The clouds hide me As I wonder through the rabbits hole Can't you see we all need a little rock n roll

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I search all the books I search paper for words, They are as blank, as is my mind I cant get the full word out Its stuck between my Tongue, Finger, Mind, I try to will a full spread of words of Thoughts, Ink, But its not enough I stare at the white quietness It screams nothing back It is just blank paper Unused, Pure like snow So I build a paper aeroplane, Throwing it in to the air It flies high, soring Like a thought should be, Free, Not grounded, Flowing, Then words were released I had to just let them fly free Not kept hidden, but for all to see.

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Jul 8, 2014

Jul 8, 2014 at 4:53 PM UTC

poetic-t

Paper Aeroplane

I search all the books I search paper for words, They are as blank, as is my mind I cant get the full word out Its stuck between my Tongue, Finger, Mind, I try to will a full spread of words of Thoughts, Ink, But its not enough I stare at the white quietness It screams nothing back It is just blank paper Unused, Pure like snow So I build a paper aeroplane, Throwing it in to the air It flies high, soring Like a thought should be, Free, Not grounded, Flowing, Then words were released I had to just let them fly free Not kept hidden, but for all to see.

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There’s a new bird in the garden A call I haven’t heard before. I dream of beavers, incongruous and out of place. Dam-building swimmers with no tails. In a field nearby crows shout their business I saw the planting there yesterday A strong woman soring up the earth against the seedlings. I spend too much on small-boned organic chickens. Forage mushrooms righteously Whilst wondering if they’ll make us sick. I try to get it right Over and over again

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Jul 27, 2023

Jul 27, 2023 at 4:52 AM UTC

SallyDawnIbbotson

Free Range

There’s a new bird in the garden A call I haven’t heard before. I dream of beavers, incongruous and out of place. Dam-building swimmers with no tails. In a field nearby crows shout their business I saw the planting there yesterday A strong woman soring up the earth against the seedlings. I spend too much on small-boned organic chickens. Forage mushrooms righteously Whilst wondering if they’ll make us sick. I try to get it right Over and over again

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Yonder the sweet dove flies on straight and true. Its destiny is unknown, but with curiosity it tracks on. Through fluffy Clouds, across belowin seas, and above sultry meadow. The dove keeps soring till finaly, the day comes, where he lands his two feet back on his old nest where he first took flight.

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Dec 6, 2024

Dec 6, 2024 at 5:08 AM UTC

Mopey_Cloud

Flight of the dove

Yonder the sweet dove flies on straight and true. Its destiny is unknown, but with curiosity it tracks on. Through fluffy Clouds, across belowin seas, and above sultry meadow. The dove keeps soring till finaly, the day comes, where he lands his two feet back on his old nest where he first took flight.

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Hello, I am me I love full tilt Full time Immensely You blew into my life Like a wild fire Flames soring ever higher Untamable I reached through the flames And I will never forget Your name Thank you My world was cold and dark Many nights alone Feeling lost You thawed my world Life began to blossom Feelings I thought extinct Hit me like a plague That I would burden always.. It is too soon For my mouth to speak The words I wish to.. Desperately.. Not Because I need you To fix me.. Simply because... You make me a better Me.. I love you.

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Aug 17, 2018

Aug 17, 2018 at 9:03 PM UTC

christopher-black

Me

Hello, I am me I love full tilt Full time Immensely You blew into my life Like a wild fire Flames soring ever higher Untamable I reached through the flames And I will never forget Your name Thank you My world was cold and dark Many nights alone Feeling lost You thawed my world Life began to blossom Feelings I thought extinct Hit me like a plague That I would burden always.. It is too soon For my mouth to speak The words I wish to.. Desperately.. Not Because I need you To fix me.. Simply because... You make me a better Me.. I love you.

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Your love is like a frozen bird, a feathered stone falling from the sky. I wish it didn't die. It should be flying, and soring, and healing, against the warm blaze of the afternoon sun--weaving and diving through the coolness of the clouds. But it's gone, and all it can do is plummet and take a few more birds out, on its way down.

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Jan 31, 2020

Jan 31, 2020 at 6:35 PM UTC

thomas-w-case

A Feathered Stone

Your love is like a frozen bird, a feathered stone falling from the sky. I wish it didn't die. It should be flying, and soring, and healing, against the warm blaze of the afternoon sun--weaving and diving through the coolness of the clouds. But it's gone, and all it can do is plummet and take a few more birds out, on its way down.

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