"tward" poems - Hello Poetry

Slipping Slowly slipling Fading Slowly fading Into darkness Into nothingness I hang On the edge One hand Gone I try to hold on But The other It's gone too Darkness Slowly consumes Everywhere I look darkness Silence Slight laughter Distant But it creeps Closer Closer A light flickers on Its over head Closer Closer A clown emerges Its tward the corner Black paint Sinister smile Evil My sanity Slipping Grip on reality Weakened Sight Slowly fading Laughter again This time from the Clown Were more alike Than you tought Me and the clown you see Look at him now Seems hes lost it too

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Oct 24, 2014

Oct 24, 2014 at 1:12 PM UTC

alyssa-kasper

sanity

Slipping Slowly slipling Fading Slowly fading Into darkness Into nothingness I hang On the edge One hand Gone I try to hold on But The other It's gone too Darkness Slowly consumes Everywhere I look darkness Silence Slight laughter Distant But it creeps Closer Closer A light flickers on Its over head Closer Closer A clown emerges Its tward the corner Black paint Sinister smile Evil My sanity Slipping Grip on reality Weakened Sight Slowly fading Laughter again This time from the Clown Were more alike Than you tought Me and the clown you see Look at him now Seems hes lost it too

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(sonnet #MMMMMCCCLXXVII) I'm not asleep. But wakened, tiptoe thence Through every minute like to dare exhale Is not allowed, as if to breathe would hail The end of visions roused to caper whence No concrete line shall say, whileas suspense Knows Janry shows our breath in sheer betrayl As snow feels that chinook's touch, waxing pale Though I still walk upon its face tward sense. And hear a distant blue jay's cry bestir Young Saturday's thin silence like he knew What I maunt parse out 'til what aye? as twere. Oh yes, the sparrows' playful calls heard too Whilst carving out the eggs, and thought in poor Excuse I'll be half good, erm, just for you. 09Jan16b

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Mar 6, 2016

Mar 6, 2016 at 10:50 PM UTC

JennyGordon

Who Said the Cookie Jar?

(sonnet #MMMMMCCCLXXVII) I'm not asleep. But wakened, tiptoe thence Through every minute like to dare exhale Is not allowed, as if to breathe would hail The end of visions roused to caper whence No concrete line shall say, whileas suspense Knows Janry shows our breath in sheer betrayl As snow feels that chinook's touch, waxing pale Though I still walk upon its face tward sense. And hear a distant blue jay's cry bestir Young Saturday's thin silence like he knew What I maunt parse out 'til what aye? as twere. Oh yes, the sparrows' playful calls heard too Whilst carving out the eggs, and thought in poor Excuse I'll be half good, erm, just for you. 09Jan16b

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(sonnet #MMMMMCCCLXXXV) Reft from this earth as Drummond wrote, and hence Where Missus Browning talked and oft'd bewail Her own sweet mother's absence, that detail Of their grief is mine in the keenest sense, With hours thet drag on tward their vain pretense I never realized ere. Nor have I bail 'Cept in the Word of God, to groan in pale Excuse where Mum can't hear nor solace thence. Yes, be strong. Say you're happy for lo, her. And I feel like a china doll, as who One rough push shall quite shatter, whiles in poor Attempts I run cuz we maunt stop, who knew This is not life, nor here. Christ is all. Were It what? I pray, but stumble over you. 12Jan16b

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Mar 6, 2016

Mar 6, 2016 at 10:59 PM UTC

JennyGordon

No Tears Suffice As Twere

(sonnet #MMMMMCCCLXXXV) Reft from this earth as Drummond wrote, and hence Where Missus Browning talked and oft'd bewail Her own sweet mother's absence, that detail Of their grief is mine in the keenest sense, With hours thet drag on tward their vain pretense I never realized ere. Nor have I bail 'Cept in the Word of God, to groan in pale Excuse where Mum can't hear nor solace thence. Yes, be strong. Say you're happy for lo, her. And I feel like a china doll, as who One rough push shall quite shatter, whiles in poor Attempts I run cuz we maunt stop, who knew This is not life, nor here. Christ is all. Were It what? I pray, but stumble over you. 12Jan16b

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The way it walls in thunder across the sky Strikes in lightning crashing by Cries in drops fall tward the ground Just a sound not a sound

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Sep 17, 2013

Sep 17, 2013 at 9:57 AM UTC

zoe-lynne

Untitled

The way it walls in thunder across the sky Strikes in lightning crashing by Cries in drops fall tward the ground Just a sound not a sound

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