"unselected" poems - Hello Poetry

these two hands, small, stubby, nonetheless, invite you to come aboard, all, the unselected all, the unprotected the pretenders, outsiders, hallway cool, self-collected, girls who wear dresses, boys who write in diaries, Camus, Sartre hangers-on, never-removed sunglasses wearers, 24/7 trip time, comb your eyes, system cleansing, you, self-affected, you, self-selected you, step away from the gallows, get down from the scaffold come to, for you, to get collected, the unaffected, the undirected, road trip to the unexpected, place where the disconnection is disconnected, where the unexpected, that's you, expected I know you well I know you all you are my desirables, my touched untouchables, wilderness voices, no longer crying, bound for greatness from hands to pockets, my chosen ones, now my protected No more unhappy birthday parties that no one comes too no need to pretend, sell love, to the takers of advantage, now on you breathe in an atmosphere I've collected, 100% exhaled relief breaths, purelled oxygen, fresh start air no more disaffected, now fuel injected, now that you are in and among the touched, carried, the affected, the every poem read...

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Feb 23, 2014

Feb 23, 2014 at 2:03 AM UTC

nat-lipstadt

The Disaffected

these two hands, small, stubby, nonetheless, invite you to come aboard, all, the unselected all, the unprotected the pretenders, outsiders, hallway cool, self-collected, girls who wear dresses, boys who write in diaries, Camus, Sartre hangers-on, never-removed sunglasses wearers, 24/7 trip time, comb your eyes, system cleansing, you, self-affected, you, self-selected you, step away from the gallows, get down from the scaffold come to, for you, to get collected, the unaffected, the undirected, road trip to the unexpected, place where the disconnection is disconnected, where the unexpected, that's you, expected I know you well I know you all you are my desirables, my touched untouchables, wilderness voices, no longer crying, bound for greatness from hands to pockets, my chosen ones, now my protected No more unhappy birthday parties that no one comes too no need to pretend, sell love, to the takers of advantage, now on you breathe in an atmosphere I've collected, 100% exhaled relief breaths, purelled oxygen, fresh start air no more disaffected, now fuel injected, now that you are in and among the touched, carried, the affected, the every poem read...

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Am light headed while unwedded unselected is directed too affected by rejected then came one, Heavenly sprung son has come to do what couldn’t be done before the opposite age of sixty-one, now he has won, valuing he, relating to each other that the time is where we see, can it be, that the time is here, while we are separated my dear, picture isn’t clear while our relation is near to a merely abstain if were physically together I couldn’t restrain to obtain all that we again could gain. Enumerating agitating pass the waiting over rating, but he, is more I could see, after we became, we made a pact to not restrain, from all we could obtain and do, executing false truths of me and of you, became tipsy when had met, everyday I reflect, and then that day we kept directly set, oh how could we ever forget, is why we don’t we only float upon a picture perfect hope to devote him I quote, without a boast I love him most. Summing up to submitting our relationship is never quitting only winning early on, where is it that the days have gone, echelon has dawned this is where we belong, underage deprave derange of blessings he gave without demising ever, couldn’t turn out better when we are together, no shame for he has perfect aim what it has brought have never fought, only re caught each other’s sight I delight in him each night as we reunite our right to, would like to, we fight to, bring light to, might do.

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Oct 17, 2011

Oct 17, 2011 at 1:39 PM UTC

annabelle-rose-fineir

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Am light headed while unwedded unselected is directed too affected by rejected then came one, Heavenly sprung son has come to do what couldn’t be done before the opposite age of sixty-one, now he has won, valuing he, relating to each other that the time is where we see, can it be, that the time is here, while we are separated my dear, picture isn’t clear while our relation is near to a merely abstain if were physically together I couldn’t restrain to obtain all that we again could gain. Enumerating agitating pass the waiting over rating, but he, is more I could see, after we became, we made a pact to not restrain, from all we could obtain and do, executing false truths of me and of you, became tipsy when had met, everyday I reflect, and then that day we kept directly set, oh how could we ever forget, is why we don’t we only float upon a picture perfect hope to devote him I quote, without a boast I love him most. Summing up to submitting our relationship is never quitting only winning early on, where is it that the days have gone, echelon has dawned this is where we belong, underage deprave derange of blessings he gave without demising ever, couldn’t turn out better when we are together, no shame for he has perfect aim what it has brought have never fought, only re caught each other’s sight I delight in him each night as we reunite our right to, would like to, we fight to, bring light to, might do.

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he had eyes to tell stories with no words broken windows into a chaotic soul only when light of laughter shot through his face would the shutters flutter open and there in that eclipse between darkness and light you could see the space full of pain all the memories unselected and pure in those moments when my eyes were told quick stories I saw my reflection and it knew nothing

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Sep 20, 2012

Sep 20, 2012 at 6:12 AM UTC

joseph-burley

YusUfu

he had eyes to tell stories with no words broken windows into a chaotic soul only when light of laughter shot through his face would the shutters flutter open and there in that eclipse between darkness and light you could see the space full of pain all the memories unselected and pure in those moments when my eyes were told quick stories I saw my reflection and it knew nothing

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Life came without a choice, Life came to a land of hope desolate bound to a people unselected fighters of war. Buried in wearied mind heart broken. Daring the pen of sacred ink. The thoughts of hearts darker in solemn note. Should I write, should I read this solemn poem. From dark hands gone beyond? Having fled their own soul and spirit did flee. Leaving the wonders of life to them that love it. I envy them of their bravery. I linger longer than them all in such thoughts . It melts within me heart for the people am given to love, I should have written that note and let them read over my careless soul when the spirit in its freedom spreads wings. When the lying body makes no move, When its sense flee no longer of this world. This note before me should I read and stay or should I print and let them read when over me the cloudy eyes Laden with tears let pour rain of tears.

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Jul 17, 2016

Jul 17, 2016 at 2:50 PM UTC

micheal-omeiza-john

Eerie note

Life came without a choice, Life came to a land of hope desolate bound to a people unselected fighters of war. Buried in wearied mind heart broken. Daring the pen of sacred ink. The thoughts of hearts darker in solemn note. Should I write, should I read this solemn poem. From dark hands gone beyond? Having fled their own soul and spirit did flee. Leaving the wonders of life to them that love it. I envy them of their bravery. I linger longer than them all in such thoughts . It melts within me heart for the people am given to love, I should have written that note and let them read over my careless soul when the spirit in its freedom spreads wings. When the lying body makes no move, When its sense flee no longer of this world. This note before me should I read and stay or should I print and let them read when over me the cloudy eyes Laden with tears let pour rain of tears.

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Old and Unselected Poems Pale, penciled scribblings, old bits, old notes Forgotten drafts in old books shelved away And lines painfully worked out during lectures About Napoleon’s painful hemorrhoids And the declensions of those Latin nouns Which with their verbs Omnis Gallia divisit Or something like that, forgotten long ago - But not her hair her voice her smile her eyes Others cannot write to her happy theme - She writes herself as iambs in a dream

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Sep 30, 2017

Sep 30, 2017 at 4:01 PM UTC

lawrence-hall

Old and Unselected Poems

Old and Unselected Poems Pale, penciled scribblings, old bits, old notes Forgotten drafts in old books shelved away And lines painfully worked out during lectures About Napoleon’s painful hemorrhoids And the declensions of those Latin nouns Which with their verbs Omnis Gallia divisit Or something like that, forgotten long ago - But not her hair her voice her smile her eyes Others cannot write to her happy theme - She writes herself as iambs in a dream

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