"thhe" poems - Hello Poetry

Butch Malone walked tall that day when he arose from his rest. Outside pillars having climbed the long whinding duration of each moment he awoke. Various scenes flashed by his brain in remembrances alone again in a pitch darkened room. Where tables having overturned to seal his doom. For Butch Malone was fit to be told. Many today viewed wanting to run away hide yet to where? Through both space and time there were various questions lingering inside his fragile egg shelled appearance. Many years have passed having every reason to grasp the question of his existence. A chase after ice to seal his doom. Still searching for an answer for the questions that lay on his heart. A neighbor friend would be right by his side to depend. Something was stirring inside when no one would want to date his cause of having cobwebs in his attic. A poor lost soul living in some fish bowl year after year. Chasing sweet dreams through a pipeline built in formation. Perhaps Butch was in need of a break on some long away vacation? With a tender voice that was thhe day Butch stubbed his big toe. There was again silence again stirring in the wind. Through night following day he took time to bow the knee to pray by giving thanks to the one we have to do. Still it is what it is. Later Butch sold his life story at outdoor auction to benefit the press releases that would profit his name. In time even through the night following the day he took offense. Where as his neighbors disapproved stating, "Life doesn't need to be lived out that way"? His heart was moved with compassion where as later it was fixed on his realization to live out his dreams. In snap shot memory's of his past having so much fun with the hope that it would always last.

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Mar 21, 2017

Mar 21, 2017 at 8:36 PM UTC

mario-william-vitale

Butch Malone

Butch Malone walked tall that day when he arose from his rest. Outside pillars having climbed the long whinding duration of each moment he awoke. Various scenes flashed by his brain in remembrances alone again in a pitch darkened room. Where tables having overturned to seal his doom. For Butch Malone was fit to be told. Many today viewed wanting to run away hide yet to where? Through both space and time there were various questions lingering inside his fragile egg shelled appearance. Many years have passed having every reason to grasp the question of his existence. A chase after ice to seal his doom. Still searching for an answer for the questions that lay on his heart. A neighbor friend would be right by his side to depend. Something was stirring inside when no one would want to date his cause of having cobwebs in his attic. A poor lost soul living in some fish bowl year after year. Chasing sweet dreams through a pipeline built in formation. Perhaps Butch was in need of a break on some long away vacation? With a tender voice that was thhe day Butch stubbed his big toe. There was again silence again stirring in the wind. Through night following day he took time to bow the knee to pray by giving thanks to the one we have to do. Still it is what it is. Later Butch sold his life story at outdoor auction to benefit the press releases that would profit his name. In time even through the night following the day he took offense. Where as his neighbors disapproved stating, "Life doesn't need to be lived out that way"? His heart was moved with compassion where as later it was fixed on his realization to live out his dreams. In snap shot memory's of his past having so much fun with the hope that it would always last.

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A fresh rising sun, grass glazed in dew thhe sweet sweet sound of the robins tune, Sounds of the storm begin to brew humming along to thhe robins tune; inside the palace, -the guilt, -the shame, it grumbles and growls but you're not the same. Slaughtering deafening silence in you, continue to follow the robins tune.

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Oct 9, 2018

Oct 9, 2018 at 12:59 PM UTC

SartreBleu

A new day

A fresh rising sun, grass glazed in dew thhe sweet sweet sound of the robins tune, Sounds of the storm begin to brew humming along to thhe robins tune; inside the palace, -the guilt, -the shame, it grumbles and growls but you're not the same. Slaughtering deafening silence in you, continue to follow the robins tune.

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I saw my future in the hands of man, a drast and cold one it is, how many times shall my hands be scorged, be poisoned, be tainted, the blackness of all sorrows surround The moon's face shall surely eat me alive, shall the stars have so much lust, following, I am followed by the past I led, awaiting the uneditible future I set My mind racing with thoughts I never had, dreams of faces I never saw, can you see thhe mind of bleekness, hear the voice of the confused The trees run down from the shadows, blind I cannot see, led by the darkness I trust, so surely I will not be betrayed bleeding through the cracks in the walls, my life, incomplete but perfect, take notice of the lakes of nothing, nothing to fill, to fill the damages made by others Too sure they can solve, help they say, cannot comprehend the meaningless of life, putting something where nothing used to be, impossible I wait for the future, time of meaningless will mean too many, someday of mine shall surely follow.

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Jul 21, 2011

Jul 21, 2011 at 12:08 PM UTC

max-o

Times of a Different's Past

I saw my future in the hands of man, a drast and cold one it is, how many times shall my hands be scorged, be poisoned, be tainted, the blackness of all sorrows surround The moon's face shall surely eat me alive, shall the stars have so much lust, following, I am followed by the past I led, awaiting the uneditible future I set My mind racing with thoughts I never had, dreams of faces I never saw, can you see thhe mind of bleekness, hear the voice of the confused The trees run down from the shadows, blind I cannot see, led by the darkness I trust, so surely I will not be betrayed bleeding through the cracks in the walls, my life, incomplete but perfect, take notice of the lakes of nothing, nothing to fill, to fill the damages made by others Too sure they can solve, help they say, cannot comprehend the meaningless of life, putting something where nothing used to be, impossible I wait for the future, time of meaningless will mean too many, someday of mine shall surely follow.

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I guess you could say, that life is a play That fans and critics are watching Complete with the cheers that gives us the tears With boos and jeers we're dodging They don't really care if the tale is of glory All that matters is loving your story In fact they love it more when fates are tragic They just want a seat for unfolding magic Read the script's back page, predicitng the encore Listen from thhe back stage and hear that they want more You'd do anything to help out the cause Accruing acclaim and accepting applause The audience knows they can make or break you They'll drag you to the top and call it a breakthrough You better impress for they only take few Until you mess up. Cut, start over. Take Two.

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Sep 19, 2011

Sep 19, 2011 at 7:01 PM UTC

l-archer

Put On A Show

I guess you could say, that life is a play That fans and critics are watching Complete with the cheers that gives us the tears With boos and jeers we're dodging They don't really care if the tale is of glory All that matters is loving your story In fact they love it more when fates are tragic They just want a seat for unfolding magic Read the script's back page, predicitng the encore Listen from thhe back stage and hear that they want more You'd do anything to help out the cause Accruing acclaim and accepting applause The audience knows they can make or break you They'll drag you to the top and call it a breakthrough You better impress for they only take few Until you mess up. Cut, start over. Take Two.

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Language : Hindi (India) Aadha hi jiyaa maine baaki maazi me kaat diya !! Jispr sawan beete thhe wo darkhat hi maine kaat diya !! Mai hi usse mnaata hu jab bhi koi jghdaa hota hai !! Abke nahi mnaaya or kudrat ka likha kaat diya !! Jiske liye uthaata thaa ussi pr uth gye haath mere !! Zehen me jaise aaya ye us haath ki nabz ko kaat diya !! Suna hai tumne khat ko mere sirf jlaana hota hai !! So abke maine khat bheja or likhkr sbkuch kaat diya !! Wo ro ro kar mnaa rahi thi Anaam wapas aane ko !! Mai be-bas hota iss se pehle phone hi maine kaat diya !!

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Mar 2, 2021

Mar 2, 2021 at 3:57 PM UTC

poetanaam

Kaat diya ....

Language : Hindi (India) Aadha hi jiyaa maine baaki maazi me kaat diya !! Jispr sawan beete thhe wo darkhat hi maine kaat diya !! Mai hi usse mnaata hu jab bhi koi jghdaa hota hai !! Abke nahi mnaaya or kudrat ka likha kaat diya !! Jiske liye uthaata thaa ussi pr uth gye haath mere !! Zehen me jaise aaya ye us haath ki nabz ko kaat diya !! Suna hai tumne khat ko mere sirf jlaana hota hai !! So abke maine khat bheja or likhkr sbkuch kaat diya !! Wo ro ro kar mnaa rahi thi Anaam wapas aane ko !! Mai be-bas hota iss se pehle phone hi maine kaat diya !!

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it's me i miisss yookuouoso muruch i dontnowottodoabouutitit iim acaar fulll of ****** a shipp ffull of sssailas a ccsamp fullof boyscouutss it's you twiddledy-twiddly-twiddle the kknob pussshing thhe buutons, fiftyytwo, fourtythree, tennn-hup a maggneticpo leto my compasss it's us qmdkksjdjjaiekmkrrrrfkfk, nsdjndf kkksksiashiuyiddrirttranoth erone, go on, doit do it aagin, ynotit works dunnitit it's ours and from over here it loooks likke we'll never get tto do it evva again, unnless itl earns anoth erlanguage thhatw ebothu ndusttaaaand

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Aug 18, 2018

Aug 18, 2018 at 4:00 PM UTC

davewilliams

damaged

it's me i miisss yookuouoso muruch i dontnowottodoabouutitit iim acaar fulll of ****** a shipp ffull of sssailas a ccsamp fullof boyscouutss it's you twiddledy-twiddly-twiddle the kknob pussshing thhe buutons, fiftyytwo, fourtythree, tennn-hup a maggneticpo leto my compasss it's us qmdkksjdjjaiekmkrrrrfkfk, nsdjndf kkksksiashiuyiddrirttranoth erone, go on, doit do it aagin, ynotit works dunnitit it's ours and from over here it loooks likke we'll never get tto do it evva again, unnless itl earns anoth erlanguage thhatw ebothu ndusttaaaand

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