"tremour" poems - Hello Poetry

ground shaking at mothers waking... feel the tremour through the dawn earth is rattled ....showing strength to do us harm building fall as cities wake to terrors harm water washing dragging all..spread throughout the oceans breadth people hoping ,hiding, running fear inside them born wish them well and all to safety mothers earth be back to calm

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Mar 10, 2011

Mar 10, 2011 at 10:52 PM UTC

andy-fardell

japan

ground shaking at mothers waking... feel the tremour through the dawn earth is rattled ....showing strength to do us harm building fall as cities wake to terrors harm water washing dragging all..spread throughout the oceans breadth people hoping ,hiding, running fear inside them born wish them well and all to safety mothers earth be back to calm

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Breathe deep, fill your lungs expanding the chest to extend life slowly release with lips tightly pursed til the emptyness seems to make you gasp eyes defocus as if emptyed of life waiting for the next ******* in of air when it comes they focus again taking in the view over the vallys below Legs give a tremour, muscles exhausted knees requesting a seat to relieve the weight hamstrings are tight, threatening to snap tendons strained at the ankles, stretched just to far and all you can think as you stand there looking back from the direction that you came and shaking your head unbelieving the pain is why did I attempt to ride up this ****** hill

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Jul 13, 2025

Jul 13, 2025 at 3:28 PM UTC

chris-pea

Thinking the worst

Breathe deep, fill your lungs expanding the chest to extend life slowly release with lips tightly pursed til the emptyness seems to make you gasp eyes defocus as if emptyed of life waiting for the next ******* in of air when it comes they focus again taking in the view over the vallys below Legs give a tremour, muscles exhausted knees requesting a seat to relieve the weight hamstrings are tight, threatening to snap tendons strained at the ankles, stretched just to far and all you can think as you stand there looking back from the direction that you came and shaking your head unbelieving the pain is why did I attempt to ride up this ****** hill

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violin strings taut to the touch tremble, tremour and break deepest springs of holy smudge turn grey, of form opaque give us wings a line to crutch salve from exhausting ache a balm from stings from hurt too much a limit to chafe we take soul longs to sing escape from hutch to soar the skies as lake reflecting King's celestial drudge the sun in morning's wake

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May 9, 2022

May 9, 2022 at 5:24 AM UTC

david-r

Violin Strings

violin strings taut to the touch tremble, tremour and break deepest springs of holy smudge turn grey, of form opaque give us wings a line to crutch salve from exhausting ache a balm from stings from hurt too much a limit to chafe we take soul longs to sing escape from hutch to soar the skies as lake reflecting King's celestial drudge the sun in morning's wake

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Is there somethig you're hiding Underneath that skin? A black heart maybe Millions of black sins. Is there something you want to say Through those lips which dare to quiver? Some nervous thoughts maybe Some to cause a tremour. Is there something you're afraid of Although you always look so strong? A little insect maybe Or a ghost, if I am not wrong. Don't just bury it beneath The stars also do this They shine and we adore it But we know we can't touch them Just say it Before the tornado comes And snatches away your world. Is there something you know? Is there something which you're afraid to show? Are you evil or are you kind? We'll only know when we'll find Who you are, what you do The universe plays this game with us Please don't, tell us What you hide You need to confide Or else the secrets die With you Before you even know..

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Jun 9, 2015

Jun 9, 2015 at 4:09 AM UTC

its-crimson

Secret Die Before You know

Is there somethig you're hiding Underneath that skin? A black heart maybe Millions of black sins. Is there something you want to say Through those lips which dare to quiver? Some nervous thoughts maybe Some to cause a tremour. Is there something you're afraid of Although you always look so strong? A little insect maybe Or a ghost, if I am not wrong. Don't just bury it beneath The stars also do this They shine and we adore it But we know we can't touch them Just say it Before the tornado comes And snatches away your world. Is there something you know? Is there something which you're afraid to show? Are you evil or are you kind? We'll only know when we'll find Who you are, what you do The universe plays this game with us Please don't, tell us What you hide You need to confide Or else the secrets die With you Before you even know..

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Earthquake tremour in the body like unexpected feelings they just show up unannounced, Imposing, it's rude Seismic startledom -cj

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Aug 7, 2014

Aug 7, 2014 at 4:24 PM UTC

smallhandsxx

jarðskjálfti

Earthquake tremour in the body like unexpected feelings they just show up unannounced, Imposing, it's rude Seismic startledom -cj

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We snapped memories into photobook Watching the edges of songful hedges Draw a hopeful singlet of grace of Testimonies conquered in neglected verses. We played from the check of honoured Dimples crossing routes of perfections. Here are tunes playing from the photoshop Of our hearts designing graphics cards Filled with affections &bubbles of love. Portrait of tomorrow carved an amazing hours in the street decorated with colours. these are colours depicting greatness freshness &braveness of the voiceful heart Kitchened through the celestial laughter Of a slighting mother to her joyfulness. We are similar, singular and opposite, We are plural of everything humanity, Sweetness of every singing lyrics & verses. Let's this fondleness remain captivating boys. Sweet. Bitter. Acidic. Sour. Raw. Reflection of the World Series of smiles Printing names on carved pumpkins leafs Boys carrying themselves in their shadows Carrying themselves in memories of their Parents' pastoral culture and languages. Boys spinning into crispy treats of white dreams written on the stream of the skies. We are fascinated about the rare cloud journeying towards the stars of our souls Harbouring our names in a bag of colours Imagination are doubtful unperturbed pictures Painted in the innocent face of boys of tomorrow After the sun bent the tremour of our rushes The rain came like a troubadour warrior Between veteran lips of boys who went &never returned memories of their family portraits. We are boys carrying our family's loss We are boys carrying our Father's legacy Bearing the pursuit of our fathers yesterday Look into our eyes & see our imaginations those imaginations created by our ancestral ancestors for tomorrow to hold our peace. We may not know that these sands are made of ridges of boys like us who went carrying Pictures of dreams that we could not retrieve. ©John Chizoba Vincent From_A_Pen_Refusing_Frustration

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Apr 8, 2018

Apr 8, 2018 at 1:44 PM UTC

john-chizoba-vincent

Photo Boys

We snapped memories into photobook Watching the edges of songful hedges Draw a hopeful singlet of grace of Testimonies conquered in neglected verses. We played from the check of honoured Dimples crossing routes of perfections. Here are tunes playing from the photoshop Of our hearts designing graphics cards Filled with affections &bubbles of love. Portrait of tomorrow carved an amazing hours in the street decorated with colours. these are colours depicting greatness freshness &braveness of the voiceful heart Kitchened through the celestial laughter Of a slighting mother to her joyfulness. We are similar, singular and opposite, We are plural of everything humanity, Sweetness of every singing lyrics & verses. Let's this fondleness remain captivating boys. Sweet. Bitter. Acidic. Sour. Raw. Reflection of the World Series of smiles Printing names on carved pumpkins leafs Boys carrying themselves in their shadows Carrying themselves in memories of their Parents' pastoral culture and languages. Boys spinning into crispy treats of white dreams written on the stream of the skies. We are fascinated about the rare cloud journeying towards the stars of our souls Harbouring our names in a bag of colours Imagination are doubtful unperturbed pictures Painted in the innocent face of boys of tomorrow After the sun bent the tremour of our rushes The rain came like a troubadour warrior Between veteran lips of boys who went &never returned memories of their family portraits. We are boys carrying our family's loss We are boys carrying our Father's legacy Bearing the pursuit of our fathers yesterday Look into our eyes & see our imaginations those imaginations created by our ancestral ancestors for tomorrow to hold our peace. We may not know that these sands are made of ridges of boys like us who went carrying Pictures of dreams that we could not retrieve. ©John Chizoba Vincent From_A_Pen_Refusing_Frustration

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we protest raising voice against molestation. first we all stand , growing in stature. then we walk robed in skin. what will you do? don’t gaze like this. we sit bare from toe to head what will you do? don’t be the pack of snarling wolves our crannies are veiled with downy lips which tremour. bold you are, amorous too, our booboos swell don’t take care of them unless consensual. don’t gaze like this our thighs are neither wheat-toned nor white, for you to satisfy. they are as black as possible. don’t embarrass you jacks or don’t give a snort of disgust we are black. yet we can entice you to raise your eyebrows if your gazes and scents arms and legs and crotches are consensual. or else, not all coquettish, come hither to award you all a ten nautical miler kick and punch we are strong.

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Mar 13, 2018

Mar 13, 2018 at 2:06 AM UTC

achuthan

we protest

we protest raising voice against molestation. first we all stand , growing in stature. then we walk robed in skin. what will you do? don’t gaze like this. we sit bare from toe to head what will you do? don’t be the pack of snarling wolves our crannies are veiled with downy lips which tremour. bold you are, amorous too, our booboos swell don’t take care of them unless consensual. don’t gaze like this our thighs are neither wheat-toned nor white, for you to satisfy. they are as black as possible. don’t embarrass you jacks or don’t give a snort of disgust we are black. yet we can entice you to raise your eyebrows if your gazes and scents arms and legs and crotches are consensual. or else, not all coquettish, come hither to award you all a ten nautical miler kick and punch we are strong.

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at this point, curving bases the lightless scene preceding stillness shields that space, that tremour, that wind hurls you into the night joy, 'twill expire soon and this youth in the back harbours each shred the rejected one's poison and the price of indifference I recognise you, cunning, hovering pixel a synthetic existence trailing my fringe if you've kept up until now you've perceived naught presently this is your realm witness it vanish machine keeping me machine locking me and everything happens and it all recurs the moral erodes but the madness reigns you careless creature, surrendering yourself to us the only thing we own is our recollection -c.j.

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Mar 16, 2016

Mar 16, 2016 at 10:20 PM UTC

smallhandsxx

apparatus

at this point, curving bases the lightless scene preceding stillness shields that space, that tremour, that wind hurls you into the night joy, 'twill expire soon and this youth in the back harbours each shred the rejected one's poison and the price of indifference I recognise you, cunning, hovering pixel a synthetic existence trailing my fringe if you've kept up until now you've perceived naught presently this is your realm witness it vanish machine keeping me machine locking me and everything happens and it all recurs the moral erodes but the madness reigns you careless creature, surrendering yourself to us the only thing we own is our recollection -c.j.

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