"soughts" poems - Hello Poetry

Of what lies the fate of being One? The aspirations of a paradise fast forgone. Peers that flux to tame tide. Dreams of Heroes they far together glide. Morrows they lived to prosper in love. Affections that glow, no one needs to plough. Rustic although was dark. ***** although civilisation was lack. Yet! Still yet!!! The bluntness of the spear cuts through many hearts. Her invincible hand drops inventions of it kind to dirts. A long journey into the wood is what draws nearer. Moonlight folklores, dominating smell of affection in d air. Hopefulness of hopeless tomorrow’s meal a Dear. Sounds of the storm, through pavorated doors, roofs left ajar. The storm of life rages to scatter the sands. Erosion into throats wanders fleshes into pounds. Everyone, many one, all one soughts to touch what brains now serve as it grows. Big houses, bigger pockets, a good life as it goes. Exodus of now, without a Moses of now into a promised land that Joshua never belonged. Pillars of light, Amalekites in all ways with many Yawehs. Now! All is touched, many is known except a paradise that used to be. Crowds are made, Banks now a pocket, and so are Devils that flux as Bee. Nostalgia haunts like nightmare. Ways back summons with all lyrics. All ways looks like that fare. Heart longs, threatens to pieces. I set back to trace all tunnels. All tunnels that lead to paradise far forgone. A Granny that gets all into her without funnel. An uncle that treats all for one. Journey that used to b an epic now concave. Rural that reminds paradise now like the hell forgone. All I long to see now gone with the wave. Things are no more the way it used to be while we were one.

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Jun 23, 2013

Jun 23, 2013 at 10:31 AM UTC

adesumbo

*****So Gone A Paradise******

Of what lies the fate of being One? The aspirations of a paradise fast forgone. Peers that flux to tame tide. Dreams of Heroes they far together glide. Morrows they lived to prosper in love. Affections that glow, no one needs to plough. Rustic although was dark. ***** although civilisation was lack. Yet! Still yet!!! The bluntness of the spear cuts through many hearts. Her invincible hand drops inventions of it kind to dirts. A long journey into the wood is what draws nearer. Moonlight folklores, dominating smell of affection in d air. Hopefulness of hopeless tomorrow’s meal a Dear. Sounds of the storm, through pavorated doors, roofs left ajar. The storm of life rages to scatter the sands. Erosion into throats wanders fleshes into pounds. Everyone, many one, all one soughts to touch what brains now serve as it grows. Big houses, bigger pockets, a good life as it goes. Exodus of now, without a Moses of now into a promised land that Joshua never belonged. Pillars of light, Amalekites in all ways with many Yawehs. Now! All is touched, many is known except a paradise that used to be. Crowds are made, Banks now a pocket, and so are Devils that flux as Bee. Nostalgia haunts like nightmare. Ways back summons with all lyrics. All ways looks like that fare. Heart longs, threatens to pieces. I set back to trace all tunnels. All tunnels that lead to paradise far forgone. A Granny that gets all into her without funnel. An uncle that treats all for one. Journey that used to b an epic now concave. Rural that reminds paradise now like the hell forgone. All I long to see now gone with the wave. Things are no more the way it used to be while we were one.

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Of what lies the fate of being One? The aspirations of a paradise fast forgone. Peers that flux to tame tide. Dreams of Heroes they far together glide. Morrows they lived to prosper in love. Affections that glow, no one needs to plough. Rustic although was dark. ***** although civilisation was lack. Yet! Still yet!!! The bluntness of the spear cuts through many hearts. Her invincible hand drops inventions of it kind to dirts. A long journey into the wood is what draws nearer. Moonlight folklores, dominating smell of affection in d air. Hopefulness of hopeless tomorrow’s meal a Dear. Sounds of the storm, through pavorated doors, roofs left ajar. The storm of life rages to scatter the sands. Erosion into throats wanders fleshes into pounds. Everyone, many one, all one soughts to touch what brains now serve as it grows. Big houses, bigger pockets, a good life as it goes. Exodus of now, without a Moses of now into a promised land that Joshua never belonged. Pillars of light, Amalekites in all ways with many Yawehs. Now! All is touched, many is known except a paradise that used to be. Crowds are made, Banks now a pocket, and so are Devils that flux as Bee. Nostalgia haunts like nightmare. Ways back summons with all lyrics. All ways looks like that fare. Heart longs, threatens to pieces. I set back to trace all tunnels. All tunnels that lead to paradise far forgone. A Granny that gets all into her without funnel. An uncle that treats all for one. Journey that used to b an epic now concave. Rural that reminds paradise now like the hell forgone. All I long to see now gone with the wave. Things are no more the way it used to be while we were one.

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Jun 20, 2013

Jun 20, 2013 at 7:46 PM UTC

adesumbo

*************So Gone A Paradise************

Of what lies the fate of being One? The aspirations of a paradise fast forgone. Peers that flux to tame tide. Dreams of Heroes they far together glide. Morrows they lived to prosper in love. Affections that glow, no one needs to plough. Rustic although was dark. ***** although civilisation was lack. Yet! Still yet!!! The bluntness of the spear cuts through many hearts. Her invincible hand drops inventions of it kind to dirts. A long journey into the wood is what draws nearer. Moonlight folklores, dominating smell of affection in d air. Hopefulness of hopeless tomorrow’s meal a Dear. Sounds of the storm, through pavorated doors, roofs left ajar. The storm of life rages to scatter the sands. Erosion into throats wanders fleshes into pounds. Everyone, many one, all one soughts to touch what brains now serve as it grows. Big houses, bigger pockets, a good life as it goes. Exodus of now, without a Moses of now into a promised land that Joshua never belonged. Pillars of light, Amalekites in all ways with many Yawehs. Now! All is touched, many is known except a paradise that used to be. Crowds are made, Banks now a pocket, and so are Devils that flux as Bee. Nostalgia haunts like nightmare. Ways back summons with all lyrics. All ways looks like that fare. Heart longs, threatens to pieces. I set back to trace all tunnels. All tunnels that lead to paradise far forgone. A Granny that gets all into her without funnel. An uncle that treats all for one. Journey that used to b an epic now concave. Rural that reminds paradise now like the hell forgone. All I long to see now gone with the wave. Things are no more the way it used to be while we were one.

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Hey! She looks good. Well, I guess. If you say. I just don't know. Because I've got a woman that I love deeply. We constantly hear. You can look and not touched. As a debated defense scheme. But in truth. You're showing the one you love disrespect. Especially , when you breaking your neck to see. And when caught. You're offering all soughts of apologies. Stay focus upon your true love. And I bet you end up cherishing her. Anything easy. Is not a sign of strength. Because to comprehend love. Means, you're willing to see only her in your eyes. The one that unselfishly gives you her love. In truth. Just recognize her. She the picture of what love should be

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Aug 1, 2012

Aug 1, 2012 at 10:33 PM UTC

jeffrey-conyers

In Truth(Recognize Her)

Hey! She looks good. Well, I guess. If you say. I just don't know. Because I've got a woman that I love deeply. We constantly hear. You can look and not touched. As a debated defense scheme. But in truth. You're showing the one you love disrespect. Especially , when you breaking your neck to see. And when caught. You're offering all soughts of apologies. Stay focus upon your true love. And I bet you end up cherishing her. Anything easy. Is not a sign of strength. Because to comprehend love. Means, you're willing to see only her in your eyes. The one that unselfishly gives you her love. In truth. Just recognize her. She the picture of what love should be

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Initially he thought to bring sight to the Blind Desiring OsIris or Evoke E(see)kiel But he looked in a mirror and couldn't see his self His mirror betrayed him transparent, anti-Narcissus he was Now he feels he has too much V i s i o N his (soughts) self(s) go in one (thoughts) eye and (oughts) out the other he, So Self-Aware, scares his mirror wHEre Who (did) you see then Do now becoming tomorrow . . . ?

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Jun 29, 2017

Jun 29, 2017 at 9:42 PM UTC

kaaarrrlllj

Drea(lity)M

Initially he thought to bring sight to the Blind Desiring OsIris or Evoke E(see)kiel But he looked in a mirror and couldn't see his self His mirror betrayed him transparent, anti-Narcissus he was Now he feels he has too much V i s i o N his (soughts) self(s) go in one (thoughts) eye and (oughts) out the other he, So Self-Aware, scares his mirror wHEre Who (did) you see then Do now becoming tomorrow . . . ?

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"This is a story of boy meets girl, but you should know upfront, this is not a love story." It all started with those little things, with miniscule meanings, exchanging trivial thoughts, interests caught in hapless soughts. It all started with those little things, but now then heavier meanings, exchanges became personal, growing feelings like an irrational. I didn't wish to end those little things, but now then just past kindlings, messages left unanswered, with sentients left untold. Like a bubble it was, floating aimlessly, carefree, it can be pricked, or just pop. It is not a love story.

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Jun 10, 2015

Jun 10, 2015 at 12:23 PM UTC

CornedBeef

Seeking Autumn

"This is a story of boy meets girl, but you should know upfront, this is not a love story." It all started with those little things, with miniscule meanings, exchanging trivial thoughts, interests caught in hapless soughts. It all started with those little things, but now then heavier meanings, exchanges became personal, growing feelings like an irrational. I didn't wish to end those little things, but now then just past kindlings, messages left unanswered, with sentients left untold. Like a bubble it was, floating aimlessly, carefree, it can be pricked, or just pop. It is not a love story.

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I drowned in my tears, as they streamed down my face, I took out my weapon from its glass case. It gleamed in my hands as I turned it over and over, Sat beside me - torn, what was once, a four leaf clover. It has restrained me - and yet it torments, with each blow to my arm; my mouth ferments. Coughing - as i strangle myself with my thoughts, I struggle to breathe as my mind soughts Any comfort between these four walls, Beckoning my name - I hear your calls. They echo through the night and resonate through the day, Leaving me in a crumpled heap of dismay. I'm ripped, I'm torn, I'm broken, here - take this metal as a symbol of my token. For now, following the angels - I'll drift away, Looking like I'm asleep in the place that I lay.

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Feb 12, 2014

Feb 12, 2014 at 10:43 AM UTC

manny-2

Isolated

I drowned in my tears, as they streamed down my face, I took out my weapon from its glass case. It gleamed in my hands as I turned it over and over, Sat beside me - torn, what was once, a four leaf clover. It has restrained me - and yet it torments, with each blow to my arm; my mouth ferments. Coughing - as i strangle myself with my thoughts, I struggle to breathe as my mind soughts Any comfort between these four walls, Beckoning my name - I hear your calls. They echo through the night and resonate through the day, Leaving me in a crumpled heap of dismay. I'm ripped, I'm torn, I'm broken, here - take this metal as a symbol of my token. For now, following the angels - I'll drift away, Looking like I'm asleep in the place that I lay.

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