"sured" poems - Hello Poetry

what is it to be 40 twice the man, you were at twenty? four times the man, you were at ten? is it being wiser and having your means meet the end? finances sured up? with no need, for to be the miser a divorce or some perhaps a strong marriage polyamorous loves to your heart's desire addictions? vices? troubles stifling? death breathing down your neck to the thumping of your heartbeat beads of sweat, gather and run off your chest like your shoes on the concrete you are dying even while you're living and you know one day it'll be your last cause we only get so long and time goes fast a baby is born the next afternoon an old man is buried tomorrow could never come would you ever know it?

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Apr 12, 2021

Apr 12, 2021 at 11:06 AM UTC

manx-kronos-pragna

The Family's Behind Ya

what is it to be 40 twice the man, you were at twenty? four times the man, you were at ten? is it being wiser and having your means meet the end? finances sured up? with no need, for to be the miser a divorce or some perhaps a strong marriage polyamorous loves to your heart's desire addictions? vices? troubles stifling? death breathing down your neck to the thumping of your heartbeat beads of sweat, gather and run off your chest like your shoes on the concrete you are dying even while you're living and you know one day it'll be your last cause we only get so long and time goes fast a baby is born the next afternoon an old man is buried tomorrow could never come would you ever know it?

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i might not give a **** it doesnt mean i dont understand everyone has troubles some like is sured double the hurt is real but dont let it dictate faith dont not become or do everything you oppose never let evil close your heart after being hurt start over youll be alright one night you figure out it gets old your tired of living with cold feelings change begins within you keep fighting even if you dont win

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Feb 5, 2013

Feb 5, 2013 at 1:58 PM UTC

infamous-one

bubbles

i might not give a **** it doesnt mean i dont understand everyone has troubles some like is sured double the hurt is real but dont let it dictate faith dont not become or do everything you oppose never let evil close your heart after being hurt start over youll be alright one night you figure out it gets old your tired of living with cold feelings change begins within you keep fighting even if you dont win

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Gulf winds , carve thy signature across the open plains ... Unto granite exposures , across the mighty Water Oaks of antiquity .. Carry thy burden across Appalachian hills , over sandstone shore and cotton field ... Hold rare flocks of Starling in thy sured grasp and nurturing ways , usher the cool winds of Autumn on brilliant October days ... Bring forth the scented air of Gardenia and Magnolia , the pollen of Chestnut Tree and Peach blossom ... Calm the farm fires of November with captaincy and vigor , return Mother Georgia in May to her lush , Summer splendor ....

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Mar 5, 2016

Mar 5, 2016 at 7:13 PM UTC

randolph-l-wilson

The Song on The Wind ...

Gulf winds , carve thy signature across the open plains ... Unto granite exposures , across the mighty Water Oaks of antiquity .. Carry thy burden across Appalachian hills , over sandstone shore and cotton field ... Hold rare flocks of Starling in thy sured grasp and nurturing ways , usher the cool winds of Autumn on brilliant October days ... Bring forth the scented air of Gardenia and Magnolia , the pollen of Chestnut Tree and Peach blossom ... Calm the farm fires of November with captaincy and vigor , return Mother Georgia in May to her lush , Summer splendor ....

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a wind of old nails broken stones the sky a guilt of rain all these stunted trees grasp over wet moss seagulls are unborn children that cry over the tundra this is the end of a measured world this is the e nd ofa mea sured wor ld

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Jul 11, 2016

Jul 11, 2016 at 11:25 AM UTC

leslie-philibert

The North Cape

a wind of old nails broken stones the sky a guilt of rain all these stunted trees grasp over wet moss seagulls are unborn children that cry over the tundra this is the end of a measured world this is the e nd ofa mea sured wor ld

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Why must I stand here holding my heart while each drop of myself crashes to the floor? The frenzied madness of my mind can't keep up with the mess. Out of breath, out of time. Why must I stand here holding my heart while I long to be whole and one with my soul? The memories plunge the depths of years past when only for a moment our love lasts. A thoughtful glance, a sured reach for my hand. Why must I stand here holding my heart when it only longs to be held..by you? Then I look and see you holding yours too.

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Sep 27, 2014

Sep 27, 2014 at 1:49 AM UTC

lonicia-kjeldsen

Untitled

Why must I stand here holding my heart while each drop of myself crashes to the floor? The frenzied madness of my mind can't keep up with the mess. Out of breath, out of time. Why must I stand here holding my heart while I long to be whole and one with my soul? The memories plunge the depths of years past when only for a moment our love lasts. A thoughtful glance, a sured reach for my hand. Why must I stand here holding my heart when it only longs to be held..by you? Then I look and see you holding yours too.

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