"tortue" poems - Hello Poetry

Heart aching from the newly diagnosed, Ears ringing from the constant screams, Bones breaking from the tortue of the day, Eyes crying from the reminder of what used to be.

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Jun 11, 2013

Jun 11, 2013 at 1:36 AM UTC

gossamer

Sitting in the smoke

Heart aching from the newly diagnosed, Ears ringing from the constant screams, Bones breaking from the tortue of the day, Eyes crying from the reminder of what used to be.

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Tortue is in the making. For those who don't comply. Head in the dirt, feet to the ******* sky. Prepare your fists. Reject the culture. Before your life is ******* over.

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Dec 16, 2012

Dec 16, 2012 at 2:51 AM UTC

zach-gordon-1

Reject the Culture

Tortue is in the making. For those who don't comply. Head in the dirt, feet to the ******* sky. Prepare your fists. Reject the culture. Before your life is ******* over.

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Lets go back Back to where we started To where I first saw you You were fire and embers and smoke Your lips tasted sweet; like candy Your body moved to the music Hips swinging, arms swaying You were love Setting me alight Staring into my eyes Your fingers brushed mine Static run through me Let go back Before what you did Before him Before him You were acid and burns and cuts from a knife He tasted you lips; inhaling deep Your body moved like a serpent Hypnotising and wicked You were gone Putting out our flames Soaked to the bone Lost - on the floor Your arms circled him Knives stabbing at my gut Lets go back To before we began So I can pretend we never met That your touch didn't set me on fire That I never fell in love with your smile, your laugh Your eyes sweep across the room Venom on your lips, ready to strike You catch my eyes, your mouth upturned I remember last week when you kiss me like that Then you left; scared and not ready to love me You chose him, to tortue me Your mouth dragging him to you Knowing I couldn't take away my eyes Knowing I would break Knowing I loved you

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Apr 8, 2018

Apr 8, 2018 at 7:22 PM UTC

dreamingpoet

Lets Go Back

Lets go back Back to where we started To where I first saw you You were fire and embers and smoke Your lips tasted sweet; like candy Your body moved to the music Hips swinging, arms swaying You were love Setting me alight Staring into my eyes Your fingers brushed mine Static run through me Let go back Before what you did Before him Before him You were acid and burns and cuts from a knife He tasted you lips; inhaling deep Your body moved like a serpent Hypnotising and wicked You were gone Putting out our flames Soaked to the bone Lost - on the floor Your arms circled him Knives stabbing at my gut Lets go back To before we began So I can pretend we never met That your touch didn't set me on fire That I never fell in love with your smile, your laugh Your eyes sweep across the room Venom on your lips, ready to strike You catch my eyes, your mouth upturned I remember last week when you kiss me like that Then you left; scared and not ready to love me You chose him, to tortue me Your mouth dragging him to you Knowing I couldn't take away my eyes Knowing I would break Knowing I loved you

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THUMP THUMP The tortue from that empty house THUMP THUMP The sound that never stops Robots? Dad.. I'm scared where are you ? THUMP THUMP Cover your ears dear it's coming Running from the noises from your head

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Aug 14, 2014

Aug 14, 2014 at 4:52 AM UTC

janny-kim

The monsters

THUMP THUMP The tortue from that empty house THUMP THUMP The sound that never stops Robots? Dad.. I'm scared where are you ? THUMP THUMP Cover your ears dear it's coming Running from the noises from your head

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Everything has been drained from me. The blood settles in my limps and my heart sinks 10000 leagues under the sea. Waves of amber colored ponds drown my eyes. I lay here, in my coffin, faint. I lay here, in my hurse, breathless. Barely gasping for any of air that surrounds and suffocates my body. You've done it again. You've taken my peace of mind my empathy and pieces of me. I've decided to look back at those before you and ask them to tell me what lessons I've failed. They stare at me, blacked eyed like children. Gagged up and stored in the back of the basememt. Tattered and tarnished by countless floodings. Drown and dried over and over... They give me no answers. I lay here with a heart that melts out of it's cage. A heart that melts through the cage of my ribs. In my dreams, I try to eacape his tortue to get back to you. I've climbed stories, jumped over buildings, jumped into cars and bushes to get back to you. And then, I lay awake. Afraid of waking adventures ahead of me. Afraid to ask you why and afraid even look. I lay here lost and confused 60 hrs of emotional labor unpaid.

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Jun 21, 2023

Jun 21, 2023 at 7:15 PM UTC

sabrinaDLT

You've Done it Again

Everything has been drained from me. The blood settles in my limps and my heart sinks 10000 leagues under the sea. Waves of amber colored ponds drown my eyes. I lay here, in my coffin, faint. I lay here, in my hurse, breathless. Barely gasping for any of air that surrounds and suffocates my body. You've done it again. You've taken my peace of mind my empathy and pieces of me. I've decided to look back at those before you and ask them to tell me what lessons I've failed. They stare at me, blacked eyed like children. Gagged up and stored in the back of the basememt. Tattered and tarnished by countless floodings. Drown and dried over and over... They give me no answers. I lay here with a heart that melts out of it's cage. A heart that melts through the cage of my ribs. In my dreams, I try to eacape his tortue to get back to you. I've climbed stories, jumped over buildings, jumped into cars and bushes to get back to you. And then, I lay awake. Afraid of waking adventures ahead of me. Afraid to ask you why and afraid even look. I lay here lost and confused 60 hrs of emotional labor unpaid.

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Il y a les moissons du ciel Et les moissons de la mer. Et les anguilles préfèrent, au vent Et aux nuages, Les jungles flottantes sans rivage Pour y pondre leurs hommages. Ce n'est pas l'œil du cyclone Ni l'arc-en-ciel Qui captive les poissons volants Et les anémones Et les alimente de goemon, varech De nitrates et phosphates. C'est la mer des sargasses, Refuge des eaux salines, immobiles Et chaudes Où vague et vent sont bannis, Qui mène le bal d'entre deux morts, Le bal des sargasses. Chaque tortue de mer qui éclot, Chaque marin qui s'y frotte, Sens dessus dessous Chante les tentacules de la muse hydroïde Bryozoaire Calme Humide Et nourricière Garantie sans OGM Qui hante ce port d'attache de sa dentelle Fine et négligemment ouvragée .

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Oct 26, 2019

Oct 26, 2019 at 9:06 AM UTC

cyclone-wolfok-baltimore

Le bal des Sargasses

Il y a les moissons du ciel Et les moissons de la mer. Et les anguilles préfèrent, au vent Et aux nuages, Les jungles flottantes sans rivage Pour y pondre leurs hommages. Ce n'est pas l'œil du cyclone Ni l'arc-en-ciel Qui captive les poissons volants Et les anémones Et les alimente de goemon, varech De nitrates et phosphates. C'est la mer des sargasses, Refuge des eaux salines, immobiles Et chaudes Où vague et vent sont bannis, Qui mène le bal d'entre deux morts, Le bal des sargasses. Chaque tortue de mer qui éclot, Chaque marin qui s'y frotte, Sens dessus dessous Chante les tentacules de la muse hydroïde Bryozoaire Calme Humide Et nourricière Garantie sans OGM Qui hante ce port d'attache de sa dentelle Fine et négligemment ouvragée .

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Hatred encompassing our being No being exempt from seeing The tortue of earth Capitalistic communists Preaching iphone sermons And latte speeches While corporations leave plastic on our beaches What kind of message this practice teaches Is that its okay to be government leeches And corprate zombies In that its all cream and peaches But fact is within the care And truth is just outside of that To know is to suffer But to not is to buffer Stuttering smoothly through life Questions arise but are stuffed away All answers lay in elected hands No introspection Illegal to question discretion Be discrete when realizing the world The eyes are watching And the ears are listening The last thing they want Is to see your knowledge The last thing they want Is to hear your power

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Oct 18, 2018

Oct 18, 2018 at 6:26 PM UTC

Sunhead

To Garner a Thought

Hatred encompassing our being No being exempt from seeing The tortue of earth Capitalistic communists Preaching iphone sermons And latte speeches While corporations leave plastic on our beaches What kind of message this practice teaches Is that its okay to be government leeches And corprate zombies In that its all cream and peaches But fact is within the care And truth is just outside of that To know is to suffer But to not is to buffer Stuttering smoothly through life Questions arise but are stuffed away All answers lay in elected hands No introspection Illegal to question discretion Be discrete when realizing the world The eyes are watching And the ears are listening The last thing they want Is to see your knowledge The last thing they want Is to hear your power

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