"unreadiness" poems - Hello Poetry

Do you remember that time when I pulled your hair and you cried to Auntie Sue? I do. Can you recall how amazingly tall Uncle Tom was? because I can. Then I turned into a man as if any boy can, and these thoughts that occur make me wish to be back there amid the bluebells and corn in the fields of my home. But we roam and the home becomes distant,though a piece is always kept in the back of my mind,along with comic books and her good looks and sometimes I forget how I shook like a leaf,when the first time was that time just beyond a belief. No grief though as I go through these pictures that tell me and in images fell me just smiles across the miles of the years that separate, me and my fate we've got another kind of date to arrange a strange sort of meeting straight talking,no cheating I'll be waiting at the gate in that state of unreadiness I'm famous for.

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Aug 14, 2013

Aug 14, 2013 at 1:41 AM UTC

john-edward-smallshaw

Six shilling tricks

Do you remember that time when I pulled your hair and you cried to Auntie Sue? I do. Can you recall how amazingly tall Uncle Tom was? because I can. Then I turned into a man as if any boy can, and these thoughts that occur make me wish to be back there amid the bluebells and corn in the fields of my home. But we roam and the home becomes distant,though a piece is always kept in the back of my mind,along with comic books and her good looks and sometimes I forget how I shook like a leaf,when the first time was that time just beyond a belief. No grief though as I go through these pictures that tell me and in images fell me just smiles across the miles of the years that separate, me and my fate we've got another kind of date to arrange a strange sort of meeting straight talking,no cheating I'll be waiting at the gate in that state of unreadiness I'm famous for.

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Empty Victory. Setback. Opposition. Unreadiness. Change. Triumph. Reflection. Sorrow. Persistence.

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Feb 2, 2015

Feb 2, 2015 at 5:33 PM UTC

magnuda

Reading.

Empty Victory. Setback. Opposition. Unreadiness. Change. Triumph. Reflection. Sorrow. Persistence.

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when i look at you to say something in pace of rafts on rivers, cadencing claptrap swerve of wording in tongue's avenue is its nature— spreading contagion of ill pride. seeking diadems in fields of night larks singing heavily, unapologetic, eulogizing mornings none we could take, whirling inside our bodies like stirred poisons in vials. past the unreadiness of moonlight waxing stellified are the waters now, clear in first light, like fish underneath our bellies.

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Nov 12, 2015

Nov 12, 2015 at 1:00 AM UTC

windsor-i-guadalupe-jr

Fish Underneath Our Bellies

when i look at you to say something in pace of rafts on rivers, cadencing claptrap swerve of wording in tongue's avenue is its nature— spreading contagion of ill pride. seeking diadems in fields of night larks singing heavily, unapologetic, eulogizing mornings none we could take, whirling inside our bodies like stirred poisons in vials. past the unreadiness of moonlight waxing stellified are the waters now, clear in first light, like fish underneath our bellies.

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Once upon a time. Very, very long ago I saw this faint, distant light Without direction, I decided to follow Trudging forward, it growing ever more bright Years and years I dauntlessly traveled Always directed into it's glow Time broke down and eventually unraveled As I steered myself into this luminescent show Engulfed in radiant splendor I realized I was finally there A warmth so tender I surrendered to it's care I lived here forever Maybe even longer Was there a time before? Probably never. It's embrace grows stronger All at once or maybe little by little I can't say, eternities were like hours But what once was a torrent became a trickle A chill encroached upon the light's unfathomable powers I was only a visitor here, welcome to stay To recover my strength and heal my weariness But the moment has come, that dreaded day To venture forth from the light into dreariness To steel me for my quest was the light's intent Alone to soldier forward into endless black Waves of unreadiness wash over me, by myself I went To never see the light again, no turning back This is where I am now or have I always been? Cold, alone, afraid with nothing to see Am I awake or asleep? Sometimes I think I dream Of an idea of a time before the void's uncertainty It's hard to comprehend and harder each time To think of anything existing besides the nothing and me. I am slipping, terminally. Soon there will only be nothing. No more me or dream of mine. I am nothing and I have always been. Infinite emptiness, eternally.

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Dec 24, 2022

Dec 24, 2022 at 4:51 PM UTC

badwords

Light (Anti-Darkness)

Once upon a time. Very, very long ago I saw this faint, distant light Without direction, I decided to follow Trudging forward, it growing ever more bright Years and years I dauntlessly traveled Always directed into it's glow Time broke down and eventually unraveled As I steered myself into this luminescent show Engulfed in radiant splendor I realized I was finally there A warmth so tender I surrendered to it's care I lived here forever Maybe even longer Was there a time before? Probably never. It's embrace grows stronger All at once or maybe little by little I can't say, eternities were like hours But what once was a torrent became a trickle A chill encroached upon the light's unfathomable powers I was only a visitor here, welcome to stay To recover my strength and heal my weariness But the moment has come, that dreaded day To venture forth from the light into dreariness To steel me for my quest was the light's intent Alone to soldier forward into endless black Waves of unreadiness wash over me, by myself I went To never see the light again, no turning back This is where I am now or have I always been? Cold, alone, afraid with nothing to see Am I awake or asleep? Sometimes I think I dream Of an idea of a time before the void's uncertainty It's hard to comprehend and harder each time To think of anything existing besides the nothing and me. I am slipping, terminally. Soon there will only be nothing. No more me or dream of mine. I am nothing and I have always been. Infinite emptiness, eternally.

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