"thors" poems - Hello Poetry

J’ai Perdu Mon Couer I kept all my childhood dreams in the sweaty palms of my hands and one after another they found a regret and slipped away. Jeg Mistett mitt hjerte J’ai garde tous les rêves dans la paume de mes mains moites et l’un après l’autre ils ont trouvé un regret et tranquillement glissé **** I Lost My Heart Jeg beholdt barndommen drommer i svett handflatene og etter hverandre de fant anger go fled unna. But that is not where I am. I am a day dreamer I am a dream chaser, all night long. I am striding half empty always to feel the joy, pouring spilling over the edge of my day into night. Running down the sides of this vessel, saturated with the pieces of the dreams that stuck to the sweat and in the pores of these two hands of a man that hide the child’s hands inside. De svarte skyene kjenner mitt navn Yes, the black clouds know my name Les nuages noirs connaissent mon nom. And I know the God that created this heart. Je l’entends battre Som Thors hammer

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Apr 30, 2016

Apr 30, 2016 at 1:26 AM UTC

darrell-wade-elverum

What is that beating sound?

J’ai Perdu Mon Couer I kept all my childhood dreams in the sweaty palms of my hands and one after another they found a regret and slipped away. Jeg Mistett mitt hjerte J’ai garde tous les rêves dans la paume de mes mains moites et l’un après l’autre ils ont trouvé un regret et tranquillement glissé **** I Lost My Heart Jeg beholdt barndommen drommer i svett handflatene og etter hverandre de fant anger go fled unna. But that is not where I am. I am a day dreamer I am a dream chaser, all night long. I am striding half empty always to feel the joy, pouring spilling over the edge of my day into night. Running down the sides of this vessel, saturated with the pieces of the dreams that stuck to the sweat and in the pores of these two hands of a man that hide the child’s hands inside. De svarte skyene kjenner mitt navn Yes, the black clouds know my name Les nuages noirs connaissent mon nom. And I know the God that created this heart. Je l’entends battre Som Thors hammer

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The rain is falling……so hard, so fast hard to imagine that it won’t last it soaks all it touches….,plants bow to the weight of moisture on leaves, tho’ for some, is it too late? Thors’ hammer is thundering…..sounding so near grumbling and groaning, spreading it’s fear Just as suddenly it’s over, the sun’s showing it’s face through the dark clouds ….is this somehow a race? or a competition to find the one who does best at making us wonder what's coming next….. Because the rain… it’s falling, so hard…. so fast crying real tears? has it somehow come last?

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Oct 12, 2010

Oct 12, 2010 at 2:52 PM UTC

penny-granger

Cry Baby...

The rain is falling……so hard, so fast hard to imagine that it won’t last it soaks all it touches….,plants bow to the weight of moisture on leaves, tho’ for some, is it too late? Thors’ hammer is thundering…..sounding so near grumbling and groaning, spreading it’s fear Just as suddenly it’s over, the sun’s showing it’s face through the dark clouds ….is this somehow a race? or a competition to find the one who does best at making us wonder what's coming next….. Because the rain… it’s falling, so hard…. so fast crying real tears? has it somehow come last?

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What if I have nothing to say? What if my muse has gone away, Taking her sweet breath that gave wind to my wings? Her being the only reason I'll ever fly What if I have nothing to say? Nothing to explain? No pleasure or plan Only numbness growing as a shadow on my soul What if? These words are my tools And I have complete control Mastery My game is playing with sound My perfection is seen upon a page What if? Even with these tools These nails that scratch your skin My mallet the thunderous hammer of Thor My ***** driving into your thoughts My wrenching of your emotions I could not build a thing Only destroy What if? It could turn quite ugly Luckily We won't have to worry about that today Because my muse stays She loves me Even if she can't show me plainly She does Its just Its just complicated That's all

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May 14, 2016

May 14, 2016 at 3:49 AM UTC

torin

Thors Hammer

What if I have nothing to say? What if my muse has gone away, Taking her sweet breath that gave wind to my wings? Her being the only reason I'll ever fly What if I have nothing to say? Nothing to explain? No pleasure or plan Only numbness growing as a shadow on my soul What if? These words are my tools And I have complete control Mastery My game is playing with sound My perfection is seen upon a page What if? Even with these tools These nails that scratch your skin My mallet the thunderous hammer of Thor My ***** driving into your thoughts My wrenching of your emotions I could not build a thing Only destroy What if? It could turn quite ugly Luckily We won't have to worry about that today Because my muse stays She loves me Even if she can't show me plainly She does Its just Its just complicated That's all

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The cries of nature Has burst the roaring skies Rumble and tumble Thors hammer spikes and strikes, spark Jolts over a dead forest ©sim

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Jun 28, 2017

Jun 28, 2017 at 9:38 PM UTC

Seema

Thor Strikes (Tanka #7)

The cries of nature Has burst the roaring skies Rumble and tumble Thors hammer spikes and strikes, spark Jolts over a dead forest ©sim

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By the gods, That have no mercy on our soul. That have no control over my thoughts. Last night, you visited me in my dream. This be not the first, This might not be the last. Yet my reaction in this one, Was more heathen then others. You came up to me. Slowly and gently. Caressed my hand, in the cold outside. And I, under the moon ever so bright. Pushed you and held you against a wooden wall. You gazed into my eyes, Those Sapphire eyes wondered what comes next. What I never did before to you, I did last night. One hand holding your wrist raised up against the wall. One hand clutching your waist, pulling you towards me. And in a blink of a second. I moved in for the kiss. A kiss of passion. No time for you to react and push me away. No time to think otherwise. Think of him... This time. I had to do it. I wouldn't control it. After all, you're in my dreams, my world. I felt your lips again, as soft as wool. As passionate as the wolves chasing the sun. I lust for you, i crave you. I want to conquer your physical world. I have your heart, not your body. I desire both. By the gods, I do. Oh how I miss your sweet touch my goddess. How I long for that kiss to strike me down. I saw your face glowing the moon, after your hand left my neck. I saw that look, that sweet seductive look. You wanted more. I could give you more. Rage is transferred to passion. Love merged with lust. I have no control over this. Come take this passion...its you I'm dreaming of. My heart beats louder then Thors hammer. My kiss more ferocious then Zeus' anger. My passion more fruitful then Dionysius wine fields. My love for you is more beautiful then Baldurs persona.

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Dec 14, 2019

Dec 14, 2019 at 4:39 AM UTC

WinterSparrow

A dream to kiss.

By the gods, That have no mercy on our soul. That have no control over my thoughts. Last night, you visited me in my dream. This be not the first, This might not be the last. Yet my reaction in this one, Was more heathen then others. You came up to me. Slowly and gently. Caressed my hand, in the cold outside. And I, under the moon ever so bright. Pushed you and held you against a wooden wall. You gazed into my eyes, Those Sapphire eyes wondered what comes next. What I never did before to you, I did last night. One hand holding your wrist raised up against the wall. One hand clutching your waist, pulling you towards me. And in a blink of a second. I moved in for the kiss. A kiss of passion. No time for you to react and push me away. No time to think otherwise. Think of him... This time. I had to do it. I wouldn't control it. After all, you're in my dreams, my world. I felt your lips again, as soft as wool. As passionate as the wolves chasing the sun. I lust for you, i crave you. I want to conquer your physical world. I have your heart, not your body. I desire both. By the gods, I do. Oh how I miss your sweet touch my goddess. How I long for that kiss to strike me down. I saw your face glowing the moon, after your hand left my neck. I saw that look, that sweet seductive look. You wanted more. I could give you more. Rage is transferred to passion. Love merged with lust. I have no control over this. Come take this passion...its you I'm dreaming of. My heart beats louder then Thors hammer. My kiss more ferocious then Zeus' anger. My passion more fruitful then Dionysius wine fields. My love for you is more beautiful then Baldurs persona.

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