"undeservedly" poems - Hello Poetry

time stands still....yes awake at last much less hurt. superb splashes of colour ingenious maker dabs deep strokes lightning-fast! no words needed silent canvass awaiting bold moves timeless heart. riding on a wave yet to be discovered such delights.... reality tilts in surreal way no apparitions hiding pitch-black night. atoms split from unexpected quarters undeservedly so, grateful for support. in your eyes not yet seen, layers of insane aliveness. sweet and simple sounds lead to redemptive road beauty beginning affording faith leaps believing strains of truth finding forever sought. :) S T, 27 April 2013

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Apr 27, 2013

Apr 27, 2013 at 1:45 PM UTC

st64

blank canvass (10 words x 9)

time stands still....yes awake at last much less hurt. superb splashes of colour ingenious maker dabs deep strokes lightning-fast! no words needed silent canvass awaiting bold moves timeless heart. riding on a wave yet to be discovered such delights.... reality tilts in surreal way no apparitions hiding pitch-black night. atoms split from unexpected quarters undeservedly so, grateful for support. in your eyes not yet seen, layers of insane aliveness. sweet and simple sounds lead to redemptive road beauty beginning affording faith leaps believing strains of truth finding forever sought. :) S T, 27 April 2013

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Wound I against the forces of nature this tap through which a steam of nature's brewed drink, measured hot as I desired. It loved my skin, steaming upwards, its ambiental tentacles towards my chin. The devil besought my thoughts to torment. The sounds of men calling my name, lynching my conscience undeservedly; the scapegoat of the moment. These gates were open; the devil smeared in through the tap, flowing through brews. I wound fast against those that call. Thence did they stop: the lynching, the calling, beseeching, praying my falling. I fled my bathtub, escaping the mob, escaping the devil in my bathtub.

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Jun 6, 2017

Jun 6, 2017 at 7:49 AM UTC

JoshuaDedricks

The Devil in my bathtub

Wound I against the forces of nature this tap through which a steam of nature's brewed drink, measured hot as I desired. It loved my skin, steaming upwards, its ambiental tentacles towards my chin. The devil besought my thoughts to torment. The sounds of men calling my name, lynching my conscience undeservedly; the scapegoat of the moment. These gates were open; the devil smeared in through the tap, flowing through brews. I wound fast against those that call. Thence did they stop: the lynching, the calling, beseeching, praying my falling. I fled my bathtub, escaping the mob, escaping the devil in my bathtub.

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delicate rituals of analytical loathing: i unravel myself. pick away shattered shimmer from cheek wipe black magic with soiled cloth rip undeservedly piece by piece torture inconsistency over inches or miles of skin. reconstructed with artificial spice, i am a new girl, i am new features, i am the new model. my eyes open under saltwater and so i sink or soak in seas of otherness but i am fresh, like forming flesh if flesh were sequined and stitched. roll, bite, pick up habits, dirt, memory, fight just to affix and roam on i must be a big O, a filthy lost prince, a katamari girl, never pleasin' no one.

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Aug 5, 2014

Aug 5, 2014 at 10:43 PM UTC

raine

katamari

delicate rituals of analytical loathing: i unravel myself. pick away shattered shimmer from cheek wipe black magic with soiled cloth rip undeservedly piece by piece torture inconsistency over inches or miles of skin. reconstructed with artificial spice, i am a new girl, i am new features, i am the new model. my eyes open under saltwater and so i sink or soak in seas of otherness but i am fresh, like forming flesh if flesh were sequined and stitched. roll, bite, pick up habits, dirt, memory, fight just to affix and roam on i must be a big O, a filthy lost prince, a katamari girl, never pleasin' no one.

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She’s the kind of beautiful that made Narcissus self-conscious in the first place She captures the world on film I capture her on my memory I wouldn’t mind if I used all the film I had on her Her smile tells you it’s OK To be yourself Because we all doubt ourselves Undeservedly Walking in the night with her is The most illuminating experience I’ve never had my own sun To revolve around Being her reason to laugh makes me consider Betrayal to the beauty of silence

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Jul 5, 2013

Jul 5, 2013 at 12:12 AM UTC

muggleginger

Hope(less)

She’s the kind of beautiful that made Narcissus self-conscious in the first place She captures the world on film I capture her on my memory I wouldn’t mind if I used all the film I had on her Her smile tells you it’s OK To be yourself Because we all doubt ourselves Undeservedly Walking in the night with her is The most illuminating experience I’ve never had my own sun To revolve around Being her reason to laugh makes me consider Betrayal to the beauty of silence

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Society continually asks about relationships; How many you've had, how many you've faked. Society constantly asks about affection; Whether you've expressed affection or not. Society never asks how many times love lead to heartbreak; What you undeservedly deserved. Society never asks if you're okay; Whether you're living positively or whether you feel like just another brick in the wall, waiting to be vandalised and demolished.

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Feb 24, 2018

Feb 24, 2018 at 3:22 PM UTC

calebpoetry

Vandalised Heart

Society continually asks about relationships; How many you've had, how many you've faked. Society constantly asks about affection; Whether you've expressed affection or not. Society never asks how many times love lead to heartbreak; What you undeservedly deserved. Society never asks if you're okay; Whether you're living positively or whether you feel like just another brick in the wall, waiting to be vandalised and demolished.

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You have always been unexpected Friendship, love the whole lot of it Leaving you was painful freedom Still missing you, but I know I can rely on you. I thought we were on the same page, I’d have your back always No matter the passed time. But I’ve recently learned, so painfully learned- that you don’t have mine. I used to think you could never surprise me but I never saw this coming I used to think we’d always respect each other I guess everything has to change Things I thought were forever are slipping away My time is up, my secrets are out I couldn’t believe they came from your mouth I thought with everything changing Our trust would stay the same I expect the worst from those around me So the sins against me never surprise me But with you it was different I thought you were here to stick I told you things I’ve never told anyone You were the closest person to my heart Loyalty meant so much to you You know it meant the same to me I used to think you could never surprise me but I never saw this coming I used to think we’d always respect each other But I guess everything has to change People who I thought were forever are turning away Safety no more, my secrets are out I couldn’t believe they came from your mouth I thought with everything changing Our trust would stay the same You’ve outed me to my enemies In a foolish slip of tongue or with malicious intent, so unlike you. Now enemies they circle me and those close to me Seeking out a weakness which I only let you see. It was only meant for you and me. Coming together while I was black and blue I thought I’d be forever safe with you I was never once afraid of you Little did I know you were another wolf dressed in gold, Summer only as lovers, you’ve brought the winter cold, You’ve done the only thing that could ever truly **** me. What have you done to me. Lucky for you I take your secrets Undeservedly To the grave with me, Stay away from me Don’t even lay sunflowers for me. I wish that I could take it all back Every secret I shared with you Every loyalty every memory every vulnerability Tears running down my cheeks Sharing breaths under the sheets Wish I knew in less than a year you couldn’t care if you betrayed me if you ruined me Like only you could hurt me. You’ve wounded me You’ve burned me Beyond repair

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Aug 10, 2019

Aug 10, 2019 at 7:35 AM UTC

brekkywho

10.8.2019

You have always been unexpected Friendship, love the whole lot of it Leaving you was painful freedom Still missing you, but I know I can rely on you. I thought we were on the same page, I’d have your back always No matter the passed time. But I’ve recently learned, so painfully learned- that you don’t have mine. I used to think you could never surprise me but I never saw this coming I used to think we’d always respect each other I guess everything has to change Things I thought were forever are slipping away My time is up, my secrets are out I couldn’t believe they came from your mouth I thought with everything changing Our trust would stay the same I expect the worst from those around me So the sins against me never surprise me But with you it was different I thought you were here to stick I told you things I’ve never told anyone You were the closest person to my heart Loyalty meant so much to you You know it meant the same to me I used to think you could never surprise me but I never saw this coming I used to think we’d always respect each other But I guess everything has to change People who I thought were forever are turning away Safety no more, my secrets are out I couldn’t believe they came from your mouth I thought with everything changing Our trust would stay the same You’ve outed me to my enemies In a foolish slip of tongue or with malicious intent, so unlike you. Now enemies they circle me and those close to me Seeking out a weakness which I only let you see. It was only meant for you and me. Coming together while I was black and blue I thought I’d be forever safe with you I was never once afraid of you Little did I know you were another wolf dressed in gold, Summer only as lovers, you’ve brought the winter cold, You’ve done the only thing that could ever truly **** me. What have you done to me. Lucky for you I take your secrets Undeservedly To the grave with me, Stay away from me Don’t even lay sunflowers for me. I wish that I could take it all back Every secret I shared with you Every loyalty every memory every vulnerability Tears running down my cheeks Sharing breaths under the sheets Wish I knew in less than a year you couldn’t care if you betrayed me if you ruined me Like only you could hurt me. You’ve wounded me You’ve burned me Beyond repair

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There’s something in me that wants to destroy me A voice that works to punish without reason A hand that is brought down undeservedly on an innocent conscience. A cane that leaves ****** lines across my mind As it beats the positivity into submission And a spear which impales my confidence Like a soldier would do to its enemy.

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Jul 24, 2019

Jul 24, 2019 at 2:47 PM UTC

TheShyPoet001

Inner Critic

There’s something in me that wants to destroy me A voice that works to punish without reason A hand that is brought down undeservedly on an innocent conscience. A cane that leaves ****** lines across my mind As it beats the positivity into submission And a spear which impales my confidence Like a soldier would do to its enemy.

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Unfaithful marital transgressions self admitted indictment, crime and punishment, no longer think high lee entailing no mister re: demeanors, I searingly weathered (George by bushed, albeit thankfully, no unwanted child left behind), nonetheless one unforgettable indelible, execrable, and abominable professedly owned his civil warring battle of life transgressions undeservedly heaped (Uriah hit about that) (carnal feral hormonally seething gone astray nightwalks) woven by basket of deplorable emotionally painful selfish object lesson forever etched upon mine psyche (left by one bobbing sponge - cheeses crust station of his life within sea of human life now affixes moniker re: mister ***** inflicted courtesy yours truly said marital indiscretion (philandering) one among many issues discussed, during treatment plan earlier today February eighteenth 2020 concerning complex edifice regarding mein kampf existential bleak house (figuratively crowded cheek to jowl) with and hard times fraught with many unattained great expectations unwittingly accepts psychological fallout (among kissing kith and kin, a shellfish chicken and hen thing for sure), despite years elapsed ex post facto deploying, incorporating, narrating, signifying... narcissistic, opportunistic, and phlegmatic self incriminating doom visualize deus ex machina betrayal rendered adopted smugness invariably set in motion domino effect, whereby emotional alienation devastation, humiliation, maturation, suppuration (yoking impossible mission to shuck off penitence, the price to pay), thus rightfully, truthfully, and veritably... ably, readily, and willingly allowing, enabling, and providing incomplete resolution, (hence iresolution) thwarting rancor thy deux daughters (livingsocial many time zones distant) embark quest to guide their own metaphorical maiden voyaging ships of state countless transpired hours at counseling facility, where poetic papa aired and mulled over bothersome anguish to complete requisite treatment plan to receive psychiatric appointment next (and last) Tuesday of February 2020.

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Feb 18, 2020

Feb 18, 2020 at 10:43 PM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

Pardon mine allegiance to infidelity

Unfaithful marital transgressions self admitted indictment, crime and punishment, no longer think high lee entailing no mister re: demeanors, I searingly weathered (George by bushed, albeit thankfully, no unwanted child left behind), nonetheless one unforgettable indelible, execrable, and abominable professedly owned his civil warring battle of life transgressions undeservedly heaped (Uriah hit about that) (carnal feral hormonally seething gone astray nightwalks) woven by basket of deplorable emotionally painful selfish object lesson forever etched upon mine psyche (left by one bobbing sponge - cheeses crust station of his life within sea of human life now affixes moniker re: mister ***** inflicted courtesy yours truly said marital indiscretion (philandering) one among many issues discussed, during treatment plan earlier today February eighteenth 2020 concerning complex edifice regarding mein kampf existential bleak house (figuratively crowded cheek to jowl) with and hard times fraught with many unattained great expectations unwittingly accepts psychological fallout (among kissing kith and kin, a shellfish chicken and hen thing for sure), despite years elapsed ex post facto deploying, incorporating, narrating, signifying... narcissistic, opportunistic, and phlegmatic self incriminating doom visualize deus ex machina betrayal rendered adopted smugness invariably set in motion domino effect, whereby emotional alienation devastation, humiliation, maturation, suppuration (yoking impossible mission to shuck off penitence, the price to pay), thus rightfully, truthfully, and veritably... ably, readily, and willingly allowing, enabling, and providing incomplete resolution, (hence iresolution) thwarting rancor thy deux daughters (livingsocial many time zones distant) embark quest to guide their own metaphorical maiden voyaging ships of state countless transpired hours at counseling facility, where poetic papa aired and mulled over bothersome anguish to complete requisite treatment plan to receive psychiatric appointment next (and last) Tuesday of February 2020.

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Verse 1 Initiated, when there’s a choice to truly take it In order to be liberated, gain true identity When there’s a low road, a higher path is taken solo It doesn’t matter even how slow, true living is free Chorus No matter the forces I see, the invisible right before me Keep moving and gliding swiftly, liberated, it’s time to be free All genuine none to conceal, just chasing the joy that I feel Authentic with goodness is real, liberated, truly liberated Verse 2 Unrelenting, a core desire with no ending Distractions don’t require tending, so undeservedly Uncomplicated, could be as simple as I make it A dream pursued, even belated, there’s possibility Chorus Verse 3 Footsteps, yes I gotta find my own quest The only way to give my true best, originate and shine To awaken, to be myself yet unmistaken All the others they are taken, the opportunity is mine Chorus Written by Geraldine Taylor ©

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Jun 13, 2017

Jun 13, 2017 at 4:27 AM UTC

geraldinetaylor

Liberated

Verse 1 Initiated, when there’s a choice to truly take it In order to be liberated, gain true identity When there’s a low road, a higher path is taken solo It doesn’t matter even how slow, true living is free Chorus No matter the forces I see, the invisible right before me Keep moving and gliding swiftly, liberated, it’s time to be free All genuine none to conceal, just chasing the joy that I feel Authentic with goodness is real, liberated, truly liberated Verse 2 Unrelenting, a core desire with no ending Distractions don’t require tending, so undeservedly Uncomplicated, could be as simple as I make it A dream pursued, even belated, there’s possibility Chorus Verse 3 Footsteps, yes I gotta find my own quest The only way to give my true best, originate and shine To awaken, to be myself yet unmistaken All the others they are taken, the opportunity is mine Chorus Written by Geraldine Taylor ©

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i can already tell you that diacritical distinctions does exist in the english language... (olde english) albiet / (modern english) although it's well hidden, for starters there is a good example of an acute u (ú) popping it's "ugly" head from the edenic camoflouge: e.g.? pút... otherwise known as the double omicron in pool - varied within púll... oh **** me, invoking the germanic ß (grapheme) was always going to attract attention... given anglo-saxons are cousins with bavarians, swabians or pomeranians - if ever a prussian print would exist, we'd find that they're the fourth leg of a dog that queer in linguistic terms... the other three oddities? finns, estonians and the hun(garian)s... i'm still at odds of discovering all the particular diacritical examples (distinctions) in english, since no example of such an instance being apparent, unravels itself into a universally consistent expression... try applying diacritical marks to each and every english word... even j. joyce didn't mention this "adventure" in his undeservedly omitted work finnegans wake... but it is an adventure nonetheless... for there are instances in english, when applying diacritical marks is, frankly? all-too blatant: your eyes start twitching, your fingers start itching, your tongue has a crap dangling off it, implying: walk side-ways for once, off the beaten track of pop trend.

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Jun 30, 2017

Jun 30, 2017 at 7:14 PM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

discovering diacritical marks in english

i can already tell you that diacritical distinctions does exist in the english language... (olde english) albiet / (modern english) although it's well hidden, for starters there is a good example of an acute u (ú) popping it's "ugly" head from the edenic camoflouge: e.g.? pút... otherwise known as the double omicron in pool - varied within púll... oh **** me, invoking the germanic ß (grapheme) was always going to attract attention... given anglo-saxons are cousins with bavarians, swabians or pomeranians - if ever a prussian print would exist, we'd find that they're the fourth leg of a dog that queer in linguistic terms... the other three oddities? finns, estonians and the hun(garian)s... i'm still at odds of discovering all the particular diacritical examples (distinctions) in english, since no example of such an instance being apparent, unravels itself into a universally consistent expression... try applying diacritical marks to each and every english word... even j. joyce didn't mention this "adventure" in his undeservedly omitted work finnegans wake... but it is an adventure nonetheless... for there are instances in english, when applying diacritical marks is, frankly? all-too blatant: your eyes start twitching, your fingers start itching, your tongue has a crap dangling off it, implying: walk side-ways for once, off the beaten track of pop trend.

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