"unworth" poems - Hello Poetry

Footsteps crack the timber spines as you turn your sacred head begging lights that cease to glow to absolve you of the dread you plead the cosmos for salvation but it was dealt a feeble hand don't you know the sun is deaf when it's dark, when I impend your skin quivers like December making waltz your August mane June eyes moisten as you realize you're my Christmas, my ******* mind's in flight but legs are nailed to the dirt that gave me birth shoulders blend in one anoher at the sense of my unworth as the dusk forgets to dawn I claim my morning in your eve tonguing omens to your core 'twixt the hills that weightless heave feelers clad of rotting bone crease your wrap of liquid stars midnight tears and we are dropped down the mouth that ever starves bend the wings you'll never spring on the winds that summers blew you're below, my autumn leaf I am all that's left of you hunger breaks my crooked jaw what was buried comes afloat as the sea you've always been calms the fires in my throat tar will steal your holy veins you will leave my arms forlorn that's the price a fiend must pay on the hunt for unicorns until then I breathe your lungs as my pupils pulse with felony you're the dream I'll never have my damnation, my Persephone.

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Jul 15, 2019

Jul 15, 2019 at 12:22 AM UTC

Tensei

Wreckoning

Footsteps crack the timber spines as you turn your sacred head begging lights that cease to glow to absolve you of the dread you plead the cosmos for salvation but it was dealt a feeble hand don't you know the sun is deaf when it's dark, when I impend your skin quivers like December making waltz your August mane June eyes moisten as you realize you're my Christmas, my ******* mind's in flight but legs are nailed to the dirt that gave me birth shoulders blend in one anoher at the sense of my unworth as the dusk forgets to dawn I claim my morning in your eve tonguing omens to your core 'twixt the hills that weightless heave feelers clad of rotting bone crease your wrap of liquid stars midnight tears and we are dropped down the mouth that ever starves bend the wings you'll never spring on the winds that summers blew you're below, my autumn leaf I am all that's left of you hunger breaks my crooked jaw what was buried comes afloat as the sea you've always been calms the fires in my throat tar will steal your holy veins you will leave my arms forlorn that's the price a fiend must pay on the hunt for unicorns until then I breathe your lungs as my pupils pulse with felony you're the dream I'll never have my damnation, my Persephone.

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I sit here watching you intently Hoping that you may graze me gently And wish that I could have the courage To speak a work but cannot manage To face the fear of you refusing And find myself forever losing The battle between those two hearts And then the ocean of salt starts And flows past your always glazed eyes And still a piece of me always dies When you wander past without a glance And leave me in an incurable trance For you hold up the heaven above my earth As I sink forever in my unworth.

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Feb 18, 2013

Feb 18, 2013 at 6:26 PM UTC

harriet

Untitled

I sit here watching you intently Hoping that you may graze me gently And wish that I could have the courage To speak a work but cannot manage To face the fear of you refusing And find myself forever losing The battle between those two hearts And then the ocean of salt starts And flows past your always glazed eyes And still a piece of me always dies When you wander past without a glance And leave me in an incurable trance For you hold up the heaven above my earth As I sink forever in my unworth.

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Well let's count. 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 Do you have the time? When in boredom I count the minutes The ticks as they spin Circumround. In an hour I'll be better. In a second I'll be worst. But in the moment I lack of worth. in an hour I'll be of service In a second I'll be unworth it In a history I'll be unnoticed In a memory I'll be cherished. 5 4 3 2 1 Oh wait I'm not done. 1 2 3 4 5 Ticks my life.

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Jul 16, 2017

Jul 16, 2017 at 1:29 PM UTC

loggi

Circumround

Well let's count. 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 Do you have the time? When in boredom I count the minutes The ticks as they spin Circumround. In an hour I'll be better. In a second I'll be worst. But in the moment I lack of worth. in an hour I'll be of service In a second I'll be unworth it In a history I'll be unnoticed In a memory I'll be cherished. 5 4 3 2 1 Oh wait I'm not done. 1 2 3 4 5 Ticks my life.

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i've never seen such astounding things a discovery made on a passage within i recall sleeping in celestial cots made up of cygnus, pavo, the enticing lot green velvet curtains drawn block out the sun although the windows are no more than one surrounded by ivies, scripture and platinum-tipped pens the era of thought all within my mind... i awaken from slumber to quite different sights the very same forces that prevail in this place, the forces above alluding, brooding the thief comes too smug, wind thrashes the sails a cynical offering, all grief to repent, the season of starving, the season of lent isn't it odd how the winds never billow? over the strangest utopian lands the islands of women with no trace of men the archipelagos of shellfish on land and that one place due north... beyond arctic bird coves where wisps of the sky grace plat-inum snow the things that you see when it's dark on the ocean four sailors drunken on laughter and autumn-rum down though the seabed the lowest of shores the music through rafters, flutes clamor and roar... torn and burdened is the world, but brokenness never equated unworth the land once which was trodden, the seas overcame i nod off to sleep just to shake off the pain the forces come crashing, formed over the bluff indifferently shouting, unrighteously tough here from my balcony on french-spanish estate once indifferent forces, concluding in rain.

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Nov 14, 2019

Nov 14, 2019 at 4:05 PM UTC

rileyminteer

i've never seen such astounding things

i've never seen such astounding things a discovery made on a passage within i recall sleeping in celestial cots made up of cygnus, pavo, the enticing lot green velvet curtains drawn block out the sun although the windows are no more than one surrounded by ivies, scripture and platinum-tipped pens the era of thought all within my mind... i awaken from slumber to quite different sights the very same forces that prevail in this place, the forces above alluding, brooding the thief comes too smug, wind thrashes the sails a cynical offering, all grief to repent, the season of starving, the season of lent isn't it odd how the winds never billow? over the strangest utopian lands the islands of women with no trace of men the archipelagos of shellfish on land and that one place due north... beyond arctic bird coves where wisps of the sky grace plat-inum snow the things that you see when it's dark on the ocean four sailors drunken on laughter and autumn-rum down though the seabed the lowest of shores the music through rafters, flutes clamor and roar... torn and burdened is the world, but brokenness never equated unworth the land once which was trodden, the seas overcame i nod off to sleep just to shake off the pain the forces come crashing, formed over the bluff indifferently shouting, unrighteously tough here from my balcony on french-spanish estate once indifferent forces, concluding in rain.

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