"uncleared" poems - Hello Poetry

Desire Balanced On the edge Of a blade A well dressed man ********** An untethered label A bottle for two At an uncleared table. A twist Of the wrist To the pouring Of wine To dripping lips, and kissing between sips. His hands to my hips His tie To my wrists. His kiss.

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Nov 9, 2018

Nov 9, 2018 at 12:58 AM UTC

lilyofthesea

Cut Throat Kiss

Desire Balanced On the edge Of a blade A well dressed man ********** An untethered label A bottle for two At an uncleared table. A twist Of the wrist To the pouring Of wine To dripping lips, and kissing between sips. His hands to my hips His tie To my wrists. His kiss.

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He hid in the shadows of his life For the world hurt him and all that he wanted A mind shattered into the shards of hurt that burned His skin at the merest thought The blue swan laid low Like a sunset hidden in the midday sun Or a full moon ready in the depths of the darkest hollow His time would come The blossom would break and his beating wings would soon rise For he was the blue swan His pen ready yet she was hidden in the clouds of his uncleared mind A mate for his remainder Their love His way Swan so blue please wake from your bitter Shine like the kindred spirit you had before the storm Swan of the day Love of the night Your future is waiting So bright is your fire The day has come for the blue swan to fly So beat like the earth on the run Rise to the mountains Shout to the sky Fly Blue Fly ..

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Feb 23, 2014

Feb 23, 2014 at 4:42 AM UTC

andy-fardell

The Rise Of The Blue Swan

He hid in the shadows of his life For the world hurt him and all that he wanted A mind shattered into the shards of hurt that burned His skin at the merest thought The blue swan laid low Like a sunset hidden in the midday sun Or a full moon ready in the depths of the darkest hollow His time would come The blossom would break and his beating wings would soon rise For he was the blue swan His pen ready yet she was hidden in the clouds of his uncleared mind A mate for his remainder Their love His way Swan so blue please wake from your bitter Shine like the kindred spirit you had before the storm Swan of the day Love of the night Your future is waiting So bright is your fire The day has come for the blue swan to fly So beat like the earth on the run Rise to the mountains Shout to the sky Fly Blue Fly ..

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Her body is a plantation I worked on for twelve years, all of them solid, deep summer, uncleared timber, backwater, ditch and slough, times of bad cotton, dark nights and no crops, hard rain, riding shotgun over my love.

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May 15, 2016

May 15, 2016 at 7:50 PM UTC

r-2

Bad cotton

Her body is a plantation I worked on for twelve years, all of them solid, deep summer, uncleared timber, backwater, ditch and slough, times of bad cotton, dark nights and no crops, hard rain, riding shotgun over my love.

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When long commutes and monotonous drives Define the journeys in our lives, And being boxed into office hives Has long since left our souls deprived. Ask yourself. Is this living? When years sat down, in terse duress Form on our heads deep valleys and crests, And weekends are for the unfinished mess Of work still piled high on uncleared desk. Ask yourself. Am I alive?

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Jul 16, 2017

Jul 16, 2017 at 9:12 PM UTC

SleepyWriter

Nine 2 Five

When long commutes and monotonous drives Define the journeys in our lives, And being boxed into office hives Has long since left our souls deprived. Ask yourself. Is this living? When years sat down, in terse duress Form on our heads deep valleys and crests, And weekends are for the unfinished mess Of work still piled high on uncleared desk. Ask yourself. Am I alive?

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Laying here thinking. It's time to get stitching. Too many holes in my soul to be keeping. No way to reduce the abuse of this world. Oh my god. What's gone wrong? this can't be the fate of our lives. Written on the whispers of all of our hate. Together in spirit but too far away. [this can't be pretend] When days come together and nights come to an end. We'll stare at the stars and dance with the sun. Hoping to never lose what we once saw. Hope of the ages. Hope from the wages. Getting to the top is never a simple hop. Too much of that **** and you'll end up unhitched. Dead in a coffin. Don't worry they're just coughing. too many tears and uncleared checks to put you out on top deck. Born in the butter. Gone with the gutter. Humble the hearts of the people who stumble. Struggle here now. Strengthen here now. Each stone getting lighter than the previous one now. Look down the cliff and notice who you forgot. Pull their cables up and never let 'em drop.

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May 30, 2017

May 30, 2017 at 1:00 PM UTC

HollowBeThyName

Whisper(s).

Laying here thinking. It's time to get stitching. Too many holes in my soul to be keeping. No way to reduce the abuse of this world. Oh my god. What's gone wrong? this can't be the fate of our lives. Written on the whispers of all of our hate. Together in spirit but too far away. [this can't be pretend] When days come together and nights come to an end. We'll stare at the stars and dance with the sun. Hoping to never lose what we once saw. Hope of the ages. Hope from the wages. Getting to the top is never a simple hop. Too much of that **** and you'll end up unhitched. Dead in a coffin. Don't worry they're just coughing. too many tears and uncleared checks to put you out on top deck. Born in the butter. Gone with the gutter. Humble the hearts of the people who stumble. Struggle here now. Strengthen here now. Each stone getting lighter than the previous one now. Look down the cliff and notice who you forgot. Pull their cables up and never let 'em drop.

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Distance of death Is seems to be far But thread of life Is really hard to cut With knife Wanna hung Wanna leave this world But couldn't cause distance of death Is seems to be far I may be lost Or uncleared by frost But my soul wants to fly

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Jan 27, 2018

Jan 27, 2018 at 2:14 AM UTC

Browniiness

Untitled

Distance of death Is seems to be far But thread of life Is really hard to cut With knife Wanna hung Wanna leave this world But couldn't cause distance of death Is seems to be far I may be lost Or uncleared by frost But my soul wants to fly

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Poet : Praise Ncube Poem : Death of democracy in Zimbabwe. Date : 19/01/22 They fought the oppressors, For them to be oppressors. The blood The sweat And that unity , was all meant to slaughter and cremate democracy, FOREVER !!! Look , she's crying. Democracy is crying They have given her capital punishment. She's facing the guillotine Surrounded by soldiers with guns and so ready to **** Brutal policemen , equipped with button sticks and handcuffs. Look at the soldiers and the police ,they are hungry Their kids are being chased out of classes , They have uncleared fees One of the soldiers lost his mother yesterday. How ? Hospitals are now pigsties Good doctors and nurses are in the Diaspora. But they still have courage **** DEMOCRACY. Let the citizens speak Refuse to be a state apparatus African politicians are liars ! Killers ! Corrupt idiots ! They assassinate and eradicate, prominent speakers. Prosecution and persecution won't link But African rulers intertwine them And that's too harsh for democracy. And you citizens , Don't be too proud to say , I don't do politics Interested or not Politics will do you ! Printed in the constitution is , FREEDOM OF SPEECH AND EXPRESSION Translation : YOU SPEAK , YOU FACE OPPRESSION. With nothing resolved , We still face the polling station : that ballot We queue , and they teach us to draw that X, By that we suffocate democracy We think we decide whom we want , No , they decide. We elect , they select. Voting is not part of democracy, That's a cancer to it . She looks helpless It's sad and weary But we shall be happy again. Aluta continua.

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Jan 19, 2022

Jan 19, 2022 at 7:57 AM UTC

TakillaThePoet

Death of democracy in Zimbabwe

Poet : Praise Ncube Poem : Death of democracy in Zimbabwe. Date : 19/01/22 They fought the oppressors, For them to be oppressors. The blood The sweat And that unity , was all meant to slaughter and cremate democracy, FOREVER !!! Look , she's crying. Democracy is crying They have given her capital punishment. She's facing the guillotine Surrounded by soldiers with guns and so ready to **** Brutal policemen , equipped with button sticks and handcuffs. Look at the soldiers and the police ,they are hungry Their kids are being chased out of classes , They have uncleared fees One of the soldiers lost his mother yesterday. How ? Hospitals are now pigsties Good doctors and nurses are in the Diaspora. But they still have courage **** DEMOCRACY. Let the citizens speak Refuse to be a state apparatus African politicians are liars ! Killers ! Corrupt idiots ! They assassinate and eradicate, prominent speakers. Prosecution and persecution won't link But African rulers intertwine them And that's too harsh for democracy. And you citizens , Don't be too proud to say , I don't do politics Interested or not Politics will do you ! Printed in the constitution is , FREEDOM OF SPEECH AND EXPRESSION Translation : YOU SPEAK , YOU FACE OPPRESSION. With nothing resolved , We still face the polling station : that ballot We queue , and they teach us to draw that X, By that we suffocate democracy We think we decide whom we want , No , they decide. We elect , they select. Voting is not part of democracy, That's a cancer to it . She looks helpless It's sad and weary But we shall be happy again. Aluta continua.

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Clouded, shrouded, blocked was my mind by your thoughts for years remained uncleared despite all my frantic struggles. The mist has been growing thin Now, it isn't even faintly visible What was a thought is a memory However strongly I try to hold it, to a more distant place it drifts off. Alas, Your thoughts have faded into a memory And I ain't no magician to restore them.

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Nov 21, 2017

Nov 21, 2017 at 6:40 AM UTC

shiningshiny

Now a memory

Clouded, shrouded, blocked was my mind by your thoughts for years remained uncleared despite all my frantic struggles. The mist has been growing thin Now, it isn't even faintly visible What was a thought is a memory However strongly I try to hold it, to a more distant place it drifts off. Alas, Your thoughts have faded into a memory And I ain't no magician to restore them.

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