"utterable" poems - Hello Poetry

i have found what you are like the rain, (Who feathers frightened fields with the superior dust-of-sleep. wields easily the pale club of the wind and swirled justly souls of flower strike the air in utterable coolness deeds of green thrilling light with thinned newfragile yellows lurch and.press —in the woods which stutter and sing And the coolness of your smile is stirringofbirds between my arms;but i should rather than anything have(almost when hugeness will shut quietly)almost, your kiss

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E. E. Cummings

I Have Found What You Are Like

i have found what you are like the rain, (Who feathers frightened fields with the superior dust-of-sleep. wields easily the pale club of the wind and swirled justly souls of flower strike the air in utterable coolness deeds of green thrilling light with thinned newfragile yellows lurch and.press —in the woods which stutter and sing And the coolness of your smile is stirringofbirds between my arms;but i should rather than anything have(almost when hugeness will shut quietly)almost, your kiss

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sick in the mornings one thousand times more at night cells tightening at the God sized electric pain coming quick through me like those five forced breaths I took them out one two three and on when you looked out for you, & left me left my lungs forced open to contract the corners of sharp colossal wide open night left me alone in the middle of the road when it was coldest in the end of december, the two yellow dividing lines following you out into the dark stabs of iced oxygen pricking deep where my fingers could not pry like that this pain comes all of it at once bright black vision of in-utterable clarity each wave counted out by the swell the judgement wrath of Chaos black and silent breaking unbearable down onto my head but somehow, becomes even more, even higher and still darker breaking through the very form of the vast! the rest is more than I can speak what it was drifted from the glimmer pale and in form unlike the forms we’d seen before or conceived approached where I lay bleeding into the ground, barely more than a pile of wasted light against little shadows “go on, it will get darker yet do not falter now. go back to the earth burn out until you are nothing left but the bones of your bones, and can no longer weep. know beyond the horror and the wonder and the nothing what you are only whispered beloved know it through to the end, where the dark softly turns into something else further still, to an autumn of final ending, there throw off your clothes, go as you came go out into the water drift from there, away and lost now always look up blessed through the last evening do not stop until you are truly gone.”

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Sep 8, 2014

Sep 8, 2014 at 6:13 PM UTC

lee-turpin

death softly

sick in the mornings one thousand times more at night cells tightening at the God sized electric pain coming quick through me like those five forced breaths I took them out one two three and on when you looked out for you, & left me left my lungs forced open to contract the corners of sharp colossal wide open night left me alone in the middle of the road when it was coldest in the end of december, the two yellow dividing lines following you out into the dark stabs of iced oxygen pricking deep where my fingers could not pry like that this pain comes all of it at once bright black vision of in-utterable clarity each wave counted out by the swell the judgement wrath of Chaos black and silent breaking unbearable down onto my head but somehow, becomes even more, even higher and still darker breaking through the very form of the vast! the rest is more than I can speak what it was drifted from the glimmer pale and in form unlike the forms we’d seen before or conceived approached where I lay bleeding into the ground, barely more than a pile of wasted light against little shadows “go on, it will get darker yet do not falter now. go back to the earth burn out until you are nothing left but the bones of your bones, and can no longer weep. know beyond the horror and the wonder and the nothing what you are only whispered beloved know it through to the end, where the dark softly turns into something else further still, to an autumn of final ending, there throw off your clothes, go as you came go out into the water drift from there, away and lost now always look up blessed through the last evening do not stop until you are truly gone.”

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swallowed by the un-utterable sheer magnitude of that which surrounds the preciousness we oft-times mention it in terms designed to blunt and obscure the horror the fear in all youth and our self-derision that this is so swallowed by the sheer magnitude of the deception and our hollow responses and the percieved future we confront still we fall in love and hope this is probably not enough but it is what we do in defence of a truth almost forgotten within the abuse what i am ? what i aint ? soon all questions shall be answered

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Sep 29, 2010

Sep 29, 2010 at 2:45 PM UTC

jeffrey-robin

i am i aint i am

swallowed by the un-utterable sheer magnitude of that which surrounds the preciousness we oft-times mention it in terms designed to blunt and obscure the horror the fear in all youth and our self-derision that this is so swallowed by the sheer magnitude of the deception and our hollow responses and the percieved future we confront still we fall in love and hope this is probably not enough but it is what we do in defence of a truth almost forgotten within the abuse what i am ? what i aint ? soon all questions shall be answered

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i have found what you are like the wind (Who cautiously caresses cheek with the anxious longing of hands, wreaks uncommon want in skin and disappears, the ghostly loss of the air of utterable coolness breaths of fading light with pained newfragile hope come and go -in my heart which utters and sings And the warmth of your breeze is a stirringofbirds between my arms;but i should rather than anything have(almost when hugeness will shut quietly)almost, your kiss

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Apr 27, 2014

Apr 27, 2014 at 10:41 PM UTC

jessica-vogt

i have found what you are like

i have found what you are like the wind (Who cautiously caresses cheek with the anxious longing of hands, wreaks uncommon want in skin and disappears, the ghostly loss of the air of utterable coolness breaths of fading light with pained newfragile hope come and go -in my heart which utters and sings And the warmth of your breeze is a stirringofbirds between my arms;but i should rather than anything have(almost when hugeness will shut quietly)almost, your kiss

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in darkness, a world disintegrates in hell, hope lenders feed the fire interestingly, as you lay next to me I'm burning beneath such desire a little voice whispered wishes that fell beneath shallow cracks next to warmth, cloaking subterfuge bruises appear on uncovered backs in silence you sleep with the dead in awareness you fear familiarity your own cancerous consciousness finds no utterable, plausible clarity I'm stable upon the mountaintop you created from a demons desire when I descend to the depth of life will you follow? or be swallowed by the fire?

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Aug 22, 2015

Aug 22, 2015 at 1:37 AM UTC

helen

Escape from the Fire

in darkness, a world disintegrates in hell, hope lenders feed the fire interestingly, as you lay next to me I'm burning beneath such desire a little voice whispered wishes that fell beneath shallow cracks next to warmth, cloaking subterfuge bruises appear on uncovered backs in silence you sleep with the dead in awareness you fear familiarity your own cancerous consciousness finds no utterable, plausible clarity I'm stable upon the mountaintop you created from a demons desire when I descend to the depth of life will you follow? or be swallowed by the fire?

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fuddy puddly the child playing within the adult continuously chasin': Non-utterable the child says gets a mouth washed out, He is feeling for boundaries and meanings where the adult uses it the ( sting the blasphemous bad thing) an insult to hurt who hurts he. Give the children a soda, wash down the grown man in suds and near drown him. the one the children learn from.

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Aug 20, 2015

Aug 20, 2015 at 9:17 PM UTC

wordvango

befuddedly

fuddy puddly the child playing within the adult continuously chasin': Non-utterable the child says gets a mouth washed out, He is feeling for boundaries and meanings where the adult uses it the ( sting the blasphemous bad thing) an insult to hurt who hurts he. Give the children a soda, wash down the grown man in suds and near drown him. the one the children learn from.

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