"turmoiling" poems - Hello Poetry

#they say love is blind some speak of it’s weakness lack of existence turmoiling persistence oh how they’re wrong i’ve seen what it does, felt it's affliction falling in love, you can’t choose your conviction ***love isn't just blind it's deaf and so mute*** your words, how they echo the feel of unrest i will always remember you, as nothing but best your memory won't taint your image, clean, so pure the meticulous thoughts, and prominent words things you said, and phrases unspoken your hesitation and pride the look in your eyes the expressive emotion all led to my demise i tried moving on clearly, it failed i'll never feel free save yourself, leave me be.

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Jul 18, 2018

Jul 18, 2018 at 3:17 PM UTC

_nishnish

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#they say love is blind some speak of it’s weakness lack of existence turmoiling persistence oh how they’re wrong i’ve seen what it does, felt it's affliction falling in love, you can’t choose your conviction ***love isn't just blind it's deaf and so mute*** your words, how they echo the feel of unrest i will always remember you, as nothing but best your memory won't taint your image, clean, so pure the meticulous thoughts, and prominent words things you said, and phrases unspoken your hesitation and pride the look in your eyes the expressive emotion all led to my demise i tried moving on clearly, it failed i'll never feel free save yourself, leave me be.

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I thought you'd left us, long ago desolate on a swing rocking stale, dry grass and still air crossing never quite the hurdle lost unaware sweating youth in this humidity I thought we'd never make it past the rusty red and brown of weathered fences like felt moun They tains Made of dirt (guilt) and an endless turmoiling scent, still fresh I thought you'd forlorned us h e a v y r a i n and warm bodies standing next to oxidized hoops one adjacent to the other The haze of the heat hard, but not impossible to withstand swaying like the gust of wind, swaying the blazing sun and my open palms swaying Why was it here that it felt like you left us stumped, unaware, consuming with no idea of the Greater 2. W H A T was it about inner cities And skin that would tan Or resist the sun that made you mutter murky words judgement that made me hike a K A E P that for so long made feel like a (lost) traveler unable to come find my way D O W N. Still on a mountain top Never quite crossing the hurdle. That’s how you wanted me A B A N D O N E D. 3. But my tongue made sounds copper pots and plastic measuring cups became the pious accompaniment of a song sung inwardly until it manifested Words on lips Lips willing to kiss the purple clouds made out of strange fruit and a high border walls over my hand and back 4. A Swimsuit and a pool that could cool me small children see the cicatrixes But I walk towards the water; I have long abandoned shame.

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Aug 14, 2018

Aug 14, 2018 at 11:24 PM UTC

GSP

Abandoned (dream poem. 1 )

I thought you'd left us, long ago desolate on a swing rocking stale, dry grass and still air crossing never quite the hurdle lost unaware sweating youth in this humidity I thought we'd never make it past the rusty red and brown of weathered fences like felt moun They tains Made of dirt (guilt) and an endless turmoiling scent, still fresh I thought you'd forlorned us h e a v y r a i n and warm bodies standing next to oxidized hoops one adjacent to the other The haze of the heat hard, but not impossible to withstand swaying like the gust of wind, swaying the blazing sun and my open palms swaying Why was it here that it felt like you left us stumped, unaware, consuming with no idea of the Greater 2. W H A T was it about inner cities And skin that would tan Or resist the sun that made you mutter murky words judgement that made me hike a K A E P that for so long made feel like a (lost) traveler unable to come find my way D O W N. Still on a mountain top Never quite crossing the hurdle. That’s how you wanted me A B A N D O N E D. 3. But my tongue made sounds copper pots and plastic measuring cups became the pious accompaniment of a song sung inwardly until it manifested Words on lips Lips willing to kiss the purple clouds made out of strange fruit and a high border walls over my hand and back 4. A Swimsuit and a pool that could cool me small children see the cicatrixes But I walk towards the water; I have long abandoned shame.

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I feel like a lost little boy in the woods looking for a way out. HELP! HELP! I yell, yet no one answers I cannot handle these emotions turmoiling inside me I'm in hell I'm in ecstacy I'm no where in between love is a drug that cannot be compared it carries me to the absolute brink of the precipice and I stare down into the abyss that awaits to engulf me and devour my very being, my soul, I can't help but smile and laugh hysterically as I fall, I am absolutely elated and at the same time feel the abject terror flooding into the very core of my whole existence. It is exhilarating. I am in ******* agony I am in ******* intense beautiful rapture. I am skydiving without a parachute watching the ground scream towards me. I want to stay in free fall forever.

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Mar 6, 2016

Mar 6, 2016 at 11:00 PM UTC

john-lizotte

Skydiving without a Parachute

I feel like a lost little boy in the woods looking for a way out. HELP! HELP! I yell, yet no one answers I cannot handle these emotions turmoiling inside me I'm in hell I'm in ecstacy I'm no where in between love is a drug that cannot be compared it carries me to the absolute brink of the precipice and I stare down into the abyss that awaits to engulf me and devour my very being, my soul, I can't help but smile and laugh hysterically as I fall, I am absolutely elated and at the same time feel the abject terror flooding into the very core of my whole existence. It is exhilarating. I am in ******* agony I am in ******* intense beautiful rapture. I am skydiving without a parachute watching the ground scream towards me. I want to stay in free fall forever.

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Let it burn My wings walked away Let it burn walking unknowingly now A few more miles Missing pieces of love whirling upside down upsetting and turmoiling like a withering flowers petal by petal falling Everyday smokes and ashes continuously ruining ownself Let it burn My wings walked away Let it burn Before I fall completely O come back It’s been soo long I still love you Love me like before I will be your lyrics you will be my song O come back give me one more chance O come back My Love or Let it burn Let the ashes consume me fully Let it burn ….

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Jan 8, 2019

Jan 8, 2019 at 3:39 AM UTC

ravindra-nayak

Come Back or Let it burn!!!

Let it burn My wings walked away Let it burn walking unknowingly now A few more miles Missing pieces of love whirling upside down upsetting and turmoiling like a withering flowers petal by petal falling Everyday smokes and ashes continuously ruining ownself Let it burn My wings walked away Let it burn Before I fall completely O come back It’s been soo long I still love you Love me like before I will be your lyrics you will be my song O come back give me one more chance O come back My Love or Let it burn Let the ashes consume me fully Let it burn ….

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I crop the lungs from my ribcage, Tearing through the fragile shell of muscle and bone; A tissue paper tomb. They lay on the ground, Spread before me in breathless anticipation. I slit them open, so they're no longer valises of air, But instead Lay flat, Like cloth waiting to become part of a greater whole. I compose a sturdy pair of wings From my pair of feeble lungs, And like Icarus before me I'm ready to dive into the air, The heat of the sun on my back, The deadly thrill of salt spray on my tongue. My feet are Weightless As I run towards the edge, The toes of my scuffed shoes barely touching the ground, And as I hit open air my wings capture the wind, Lifting me higher into the sky. The view would leave me breathless If I had any breath left to lose. With a gasping throat I dip towards the turmoiling sea of energy: Trying to taste your life in the thrall, Trying to find your light amidst the spray. But your sourceless heat is scorching my lungs, Despite the disconnect I'm choking, Plummeting, Charred membrane flapping in tatters, Streamers of flesh Turning my death from tragedy to ceremony. Crashing at your feet, Broken and spent but thrilled all the same. You stare at me, A sick combination of shock and consternation, Kneeling beside my dilapidated form, As with a heaving chest I try to breathe in Some of the life you bleed Even though my lungs lie in ruin Around me. k.f.

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Apr 20, 2015

Apr 20, 2015 at 8:00 PM UTC

pyricalarctificer

Your Icarus

I crop the lungs from my ribcage, Tearing through the fragile shell of muscle and bone; A tissue paper tomb. They lay on the ground, Spread before me in breathless anticipation. I slit them open, so they're no longer valises of air, But instead Lay flat, Like cloth waiting to become part of a greater whole. I compose a sturdy pair of wings From my pair of feeble lungs, And like Icarus before me I'm ready to dive into the air, The heat of the sun on my back, The deadly thrill of salt spray on my tongue. My feet are Weightless As I run towards the edge, The toes of my scuffed shoes barely touching the ground, And as I hit open air my wings capture the wind, Lifting me higher into the sky. The view would leave me breathless If I had any breath left to lose. With a gasping throat I dip towards the turmoiling sea of energy: Trying to taste your life in the thrall, Trying to find your light amidst the spray. But your sourceless heat is scorching my lungs, Despite the disconnect I'm choking, Plummeting, Charred membrane flapping in tatters, Streamers of flesh Turning my death from tragedy to ceremony. Crashing at your feet, Broken and spent but thrilled all the same. You stare at me, A sick combination of shock and consternation, Kneeling beside my dilapidated form, As with a heaving chest I try to breathe in Some of the life you bleed Even though my lungs lie in ruin Around me. k.f.

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