"unridden" poems - Hello Poetry

The twisted silk, weighted, The river unridden. Please, Moon, might I learn this untied. With struggle's arousal, I've grown with my hands bound. Ancestral's teachings have lied. I cherish the kneeling, And towering Venus. This muse has my lust so supplied. As a coin in bed, flipping, This boy's heavy lifting. Which will win here, My lust, or my pride?

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Sep 12, 2010

Sep 12, 2010 at 6:50 PM UTC

keith-ren

Discipline

The twisted silk, weighted, The river unridden. Please, Moon, might I learn this untied. With struggle's arousal, I've grown with my hands bound. Ancestral's teachings have lied. I cherish the kneeling, And towering Venus. This muse has my lust so supplied. As a coin in bed, flipping, This boy's heavy lifting. Which will win here, My lust, or my pride?

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fall down in new town and break down while unbound laughing while melting and smiling making no sound finding things hidden and riding things unridden while taken long lost unbidden but leftovers are long given from raiders undriven and nonlooking foes unsmitten burning the smithies with weeds so pity the trade and grade of long lost givings and unlearnt ideas melting down in the smithing because clothes so ripping cause morality dipping and effort slipping and real gifts ungifting

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Oct 16, 2013

Oct 16, 2013 at 11:09 PM UTC

jopo

no date 2009

fall down in new town and break down while unbound laughing while melting and smiling making no sound finding things hidden and riding things unridden while taken long lost unbidden but leftovers are long given from raiders undriven and nonlooking foes unsmitten burning the smithies with weeds so pity the trade and grade of long lost givings and unlearnt ideas melting down in the smithing because clothes so ripping cause morality dipping and effort slipping and real gifts ungifting

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engaging the clutch smoothly transitioning through the gears easing the accelerator speeding into a new experience dust trail follows behind holding the past in a fuzzy grasp clinging to lost ideals fading in the rearview unknown curves lie ahead dangerous slides rocky passes potholes filled with potheads trading progress for papers pushing through the normal modes I find myself in uncharted territory new lands strange formations exciting prospects prophetic seeking unridden waves and buried caverns I explore my new surroundings as a university graduate

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Jun 10, 2014

Jun 10, 2014 at 5:38 PM UTC

s-lyman-temple

post, final finals

engaging the clutch smoothly transitioning through the gears easing the accelerator speeding into a new experience dust trail follows behind holding the past in a fuzzy grasp clinging to lost ideals fading in the rearview unknown curves lie ahead dangerous slides rocky passes potholes filled with potheads trading progress for papers pushing through the normal modes I find myself in uncharted territory new lands strange formations exciting prospects prophetic seeking unridden waves and buried caverns I explore my new surroundings as a university graduate

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I am from a cluttered family tree and old wives' tales, From coal-tinted clothes and the sound of our train. I am from unridden bikes and muddy boots, From gasping tears over puppies and kitties. I am from The Old Lady Who Swallowed a Fly And counting cars on her tiny porch. I am from "mmhm, mmhm," and "scratch my back," And "I love you bigger than the whole sky." I am from singing when you don't feel like it and running to Granny's house, From apples with salt and flimsy UNO cards. I am from a chilly room that smells of old books, From crouching beneath barbed-wire to gather blackberries. I am from the house on the hill, the little back room, From the gravel driveway and rusty Ol' Blue. I am from the Frederick heritage, the Daugherty line, From Isaiah 40:13 and "find your wings."

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Oct 1, 2014

Oct 1, 2014 at 11:35 PM UTC

olivia-frederick

Where I Am From

I am from a cluttered family tree and old wives' tales, From coal-tinted clothes and the sound of our train. I am from unridden bikes and muddy boots, From gasping tears over puppies and kitties. I am from The Old Lady Who Swallowed a Fly And counting cars on her tiny porch. I am from "mmhm, mmhm," and "scratch my back," And "I love you bigger than the whole sky." I am from singing when you don't feel like it and running to Granny's house, From apples with salt and flimsy UNO cards. I am from a chilly room that smells of old books, From crouching beneath barbed-wire to gather blackberries. I am from the house on the hill, the little back room, From the gravel driveway and rusty Ol' Blue. I am from the Frederick heritage, the Daugherty line, From Isaiah 40:13 and "find your wings."

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Here’s to the girl who hates repetition. Here’s to the eyes that always wander and Here’s to the nights where she lived on a little longer. Here’s to the skies that bloom with ambition Here’s to the heart that races over the word no and Here’s to the girl who never might know. Here’s to the gun in her head, loaded with ammunition Here’s trigger rusted with wear Here’s to the heart strings yet to tear. Here’s to the broken and shattered rendition, From hells unbidden and noise unridden Here’s to the girl who remains hidden Here’s to the walls lit with a fiery ignition Here’s to the times of late night fruition Here’s to all that ****** repetition.

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Sep 22, 2018

Sep 22, 2018 at 4:55 PM UTC

RowanStorm

Here's to the girl who hates repetition

Here’s to the girl who hates repetition. Here’s to the eyes that always wander and Here’s to the nights where she lived on a little longer. Here’s to the skies that bloom with ambition Here’s to the heart that races over the word no and Here’s to the girl who never might know. Here’s to the gun in her head, loaded with ammunition Here’s trigger rusted with wear Here’s to the heart strings yet to tear. Here’s to the broken and shattered rendition, From hells unbidden and noise unridden Here’s to the girl who remains hidden Here’s to the walls lit with a fiery ignition Here’s to the times of late night fruition Here’s to all that ****** repetition.

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