"unrung" poems - Hello Poetry

The nakedness of winter lies heavy upon the tolling Sunday quietude Shed leaves perish into yesterday and the dream of another dawning someday wanes The sun ― lay low the drudging ashen skyline Barerd emerald moss scaffolds draw much more distantness to the pallid shadowed horizon The evergreens step forth, roots grasping sacred heart, soil and rock In the swelling aloneness you can feel the grain of the heartwood rooted in your soul There are no hard feelings but there's an enduring ache, like a tree with a rotting limb languishing within its blackened bark sacrifice It's not just the grinding time that slips away begrudgingly; more of the same takes a toll as if another unrung belfry hour in an empty bell tower without a song rang out in vain, peeling reflections of reluctant hours c r a w l by in the insensible apathy A so called holiday passes ― its footprint bears down hard and deep as if a paling winter rose grieves its own passing A dry wishbone unbroken lay bare the poignant truth it holds; it takes two to make this wish come true .

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Nov 26, 2017

Nov 26, 2017 at 12:33 PM UTC

harlon-rivers

Dried Wishbone in an Empty Bell Tower ...

The nakedness of winter lies heavy upon the tolling Sunday quietude Shed leaves perish into yesterday and the dream of another dawning someday wanes The sun ― lay low the drudging ashen skyline Barerd emerald moss scaffolds draw much more distantness to the pallid shadowed horizon The evergreens step forth, roots grasping sacred heart, soil and rock In the swelling aloneness you can feel the grain of the heartwood rooted in your soul There are no hard feelings but there's an enduring ache, like a tree with a rotting limb languishing within its blackened bark sacrifice It's not just the grinding time that slips away begrudgingly; more of the same takes a toll as if another unrung belfry hour in an empty bell tower without a song rang out in vain, peeling reflections of reluctant hours c r a w l by in the insensible apathy A so called holiday passes ― its footprint bears down hard and deep as if a paling winter rose grieves its own passing A dry wishbone unbroken lay bare the poignant truth it holds; it takes two to make this wish come true .

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Treacherous tongue. Warning unrung. Nothing will tire This unquenched desire. Consumed and yet not. A battle little fought. The huge, the puny- Platter’s destiny. Tresspassed precinct. Animal Instinct. Fire in the belly. Encore. Gluttony.

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Dec 23, 2012

Dec 23, 2012 at 6:39 AM UTC

inklips

Gluttony

Treacherous tongue. Warning unrung. Nothing will tire This unquenched desire. Consumed and yet not. A battle little fought. The huge, the puny- Platter’s destiny. Tresspassed precinct. Animal Instinct. Fire in the belly. Encore. Gluttony.

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I thought you were my life. I grew my life around this life. You and them were all I had. Lost home when voice broke, now this wind that scatters all - peregrine again. How do I start anew? What part of me do I say is not me now and where do I find the I was before us? What part of the mist is mountain-tears and what part the last monsoon cloud? The heart is a hollow of the bowl-song, an unrung peal of the untolled bell, sullen tree laden with loss First snow of deep night, silence has a colour now - a hue called longing. But I must let go. Transitory, the joys of our life, like the distant lights disappearing at dusk behind the hills Go, larks, speeding east - all my ***** loves set free, now rises the truth. I was free, always free. The receptacles are gone, but love finds new vessels, new vehicles. Emptiness is full: the shell has all the colours - gone the jezebels but still rich the air in hues that more can dip in and drink

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Feb 16, 2015

Feb 16, 2015 at 12:29 PM UTC

prabhu-iyer

Untolled Bell | The Hermit

I thought you were my life. I grew my life around this life. You and them were all I had. Lost home when voice broke, now this wind that scatters all - peregrine again. How do I start anew? What part of me do I say is not me now and where do I find the I was before us? What part of the mist is mountain-tears and what part the last monsoon cloud? The heart is a hollow of the bowl-song, an unrung peal of the untolled bell, sullen tree laden with loss First snow of deep night, silence has a colour now - a hue called longing. But I must let go. Transitory, the joys of our life, like the distant lights disappearing at dusk behind the hills Go, larks, speeding east - all my ***** loves set free, now rises the truth. I was free, always free. The receptacles are gone, but love finds new vessels, new vehicles. Emptiness is full: the shell has all the colours - gone the jezebels but still rich the air in hues that more can dip in and drink

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Sometimes I forget and the bells are unrung Prayers unsaid Hymns unsung Sometimes I forget and the dirt is unstirred Sky unrained Birds unheard Sometimes I forget and the worms are unfed Bough unblown Leaves unshed Sometimes I forget and your face is unframed Bed unseen Stone unnamed Sometimes I forget and your voice is unstopped Flowers uncut Life uncropped Sometimes I forget and my smile is unfeigned Nights undark Days unpained

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May 15, 2019

May 15, 2019 at 9:38 AM UTC

mcodd

Exequy

Sometimes I forget and the bells are unrung Prayers unsaid Hymns unsung Sometimes I forget and the dirt is unstirred Sky unrained Birds unheard Sometimes I forget and the worms are unfed Bough unblown Leaves unshed Sometimes I forget and your face is unframed Bed unseen Stone unnamed Sometimes I forget and your voice is unstopped Flowers uncut Life uncropped Sometimes I forget and my smile is unfeigned Nights undark Days unpained

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The definition of a second chance is simple You get to try again To make amends Rekindle and start from where you once began It's a beacon of hope Begged for by the majority Treasured by a minority Overlooked and under-appreciated Yet I have been graced with this opportunity One that I will not let down I will rise I will strive I will never let die I know what I want and I'm here to take it Eyes on the prize, on my target and I'm going to make it No obstacle that can't be out done I've been put into motion This bell can't be unrung

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Aug 29, 2016

Aug 29, 2016 at 6:22 PM UTC

knight-in-tarnished-armor-1

Eyes on the prize

The definition of a second chance is simple You get to try again To make amends Rekindle and start from where you once began It's a beacon of hope Begged for by the majority Treasured by a minority Overlooked and under-appreciated Yet I have been graced with this opportunity One that I will not let down I will rise I will strive I will never let die I know what I want and I'm here to take it Eyes on the prize, on my target and I'm going to make it No obstacle that can't be out done I've been put into motion This bell can't be unrung

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I'll burn down this house of poems and all the authors out on loan Make no plans about your book your words turn to ash and soot Burn down this hall of rhyme you have better things to do so don't you be a waste of time Watch the roar that will consume your phony dreams your pipe smoke fumes Hear the binders snap and pop every stanza all that rot Think of what you could have done if all those letters could be unrung Watch the floors collapse in pain these ruins remain hot until the rain Now get on about your way and don't twice about someday And for all it's shame let it burn down Burn baby burn in purifying flame

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May 21, 2017

May 21, 2017 at 2:37 AM UTC

South-by-Southwest

Burning down the house of poems

I'll burn down this house of poems and all the authors out on loan Make no plans about your book your words turn to ash and soot Burn down this hall of rhyme you have better things to do so don't you be a waste of time Watch the roar that will consume your phony dreams your pipe smoke fumes Hear the binders snap and pop every stanza all that rot Think of what you could have done if all those letters could be unrung Watch the floors collapse in pain these ruins remain hot until the rain Now get on about your way and don't twice about someday And for all it's shame let it burn down Burn baby burn in purifying flame

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our salad days caper in the waning. like a twilight itch. all the windows are all skies that parachutes shun for fear of falling in the first place, as heavy as a bell unrung, we slip into oblivions as cautious as a rhino at a campfire… while all the tents are yearning… for real fire,

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Dec 16, 2019

Dec 16, 2019 at 9:09 PM UTC

third-eye-candy

iceberg let us remember

our salad days caper in the waning. like a twilight itch. all the windows are all skies that parachutes shun for fear of falling in the first place, as heavy as a bell unrung, we slip into oblivions as cautious as a rhino at a campfire… while all the tents are yearning… for real fire,

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Woman Celebrities are taking a stand young and old join the band Is there a statue of limitations on crime Let’s go back to the beginning of time There witch hunt has begin The bell can not be unrung The memory is a funny thing Versions of Truth unraveled by a string Time distorts and changes reality What was once accepted can no long be Ponder this Let’s be realistic We can not change the world in a single day There are many layers at play The world is full of sin Judging others is no way to win Forgive yesterday, change today, Jesus teaches As you Judge others so you shall be judged He who is without sin cast the first stone

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Jan 11, 2018

Jan 11, 2018 at 5:57 AM UTC

cj-sutherland

Times up hunting season is open

Woman Celebrities are taking a stand young and old join the band Is there a statue of limitations on crime Let’s go back to the beginning of time There witch hunt has begin The bell can not be unrung The memory is a funny thing Versions of Truth unraveled by a string Time distorts and changes reality What was once accepted can no long be Ponder this Let’s be realistic We can not change the world in a single day There are many layers at play The world is full of sin Judging others is no way to win Forgive yesterday, change today, Jesus teaches As you Judge others so you shall be judged He who is without sin cast the first stone

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