"vally" poems - Hello Poetry

Out of what our hearts are made, The sea of stars above our little heads is widely spread, expanded, The river of the milkyway, seperating two lovers, with more stars, All come within a clear, manifest orbit, bound to gravity and bounty, A vally of natural nuclear fusion reactors, spreading light through the dark of the night, a play of beauty and might, on the ceiling of Earth, All shining uninterruptedly, without the intruding light of the moon, In the world of empty dreams, waiting to be filled with memories, Clusters, binary, trinary stars with their satelites, dance as celestial beings through the infinity of space, all with grace, individuality, bliss Heartfelt, past the luxury of luminosity and spinning alike wage wool Because stars are, a magic mirror to the things we are, or want to be, Weave the fate that you want to feel free, broken loose from the lies, It is best to dance with me on these fantastic grounds here with me, If we gather in a dark night, my dear knight, we can grasp fantasy, Dear trasure mine, you're, a distant eniment galactic heavenly beauty So shine on until you someday let go of this worldly life, my dearest, As then I would like to meet you in the realm of the dead again, In the loitering darkness one day. ~ Umi

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Apr 1, 2018

Apr 1, 2018 at 9:35 AM UTC

UmiofLove

Al-Majara

Out of what our hearts are made, The sea of stars above our little heads is widely spread, expanded, The river of the milkyway, seperating two lovers, with more stars, All come within a clear, manifest orbit, bound to gravity and bounty, A vally of natural nuclear fusion reactors, spreading light through the dark of the night, a play of beauty and might, on the ceiling of Earth, All shining uninterruptedly, without the intruding light of the moon, In the world of empty dreams, waiting to be filled with memories, Clusters, binary, trinary stars with their satelites, dance as celestial beings through the infinity of space, all with grace, individuality, bliss Heartfelt, past the luxury of luminosity and spinning alike wage wool Because stars are, a magic mirror to the things we are, or want to be, Weave the fate that you want to feel free, broken loose from the lies, It is best to dance with me on these fantastic grounds here with me, If we gather in a dark night, my dear knight, we can grasp fantasy, Dear trasure mine, you're, a distant eniment galactic heavenly beauty So shine on until you someday let go of this worldly life, my dearest, As then I would like to meet you in the realm of the dead again, In the loitering darkness one day. ~ Umi

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In his dreams the Vally in the throes of efflorescence call out in a language heart alone understands; from the hanging bridge over Ganga, he views the ice-capped peaks, Vally's ***** extravagance and the river's turbulence. The river runs too deep, at times he finds, the currents treacherously strong, from the window of his *Ashram, the view is clear. She bathes naked, alone on a step submerged in water, eyes feast on her moonlit curves, the pleasures skin deep, camouflage the existential dilemmas ! he smiles In memory his Guru speaks:"Eat only those fruits that make one immortal" Yet another Himalayan journey in search of the fruit tree unknown It's too late to redefine, life and love when the avalanche thunders above on his lonesome path, every step uphill is fraught with slippery stones, one way leads to the top, to bathe in the light of the star reaching down Some days end in too long nights, too cold, the sun shows up hesitant, her body has the warmth that reaches to his icy depths, a ****** alone could penetrate, but it still wouldn't melt Himalayan silence, chant of Ganga, the ghost of a ****** that follows him like a faithful dog, are all these fragments of a dream or realities stringed together from many different planes?

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Oct 29, 2014

Oct 29, 2014 at 1:26 AM UTC

k-balachandran

A view from the hainging bridge across river Ganga*

In his dreams the Vally in the throes of efflorescence call out in a language heart alone understands; from the hanging bridge over Ganga, he views the ice-capped peaks, Vally's ***** extravagance and the river's turbulence. The river runs too deep, at times he finds, the currents treacherously strong, from the window of his *Ashram, the view is clear. She bathes naked, alone on a step submerged in water, eyes feast on her moonlit curves, the pleasures skin deep, camouflage the existential dilemmas ! he smiles In memory his Guru speaks:"Eat only those fruits that make one immortal" Yet another Himalayan journey in search of the fruit tree unknown It's too late to redefine, life and love when the avalanche thunders above on his lonesome path, every step uphill is fraught with slippery stones, one way leads to the top, to bathe in the light of the star reaching down Some days end in too long nights, too cold, the sun shows up hesitant, her body has the warmth that reaches to his icy depths, a ****** alone could penetrate, but it still wouldn't melt Himalayan silence, chant of Ganga, the ghost of a ****** that follows him like a faithful dog, are all these fragments of a dream or realities stringed together from many different planes?

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Magnolia's and black Roses comfort me, I lay awake as you softly breath low lower- fading- wondering how I've let you get into my thoughts & now once more into my bed... tonight I've come awake at the touch of your hand, roughly you've penetrated the core of my being... softly a breeze stirs from my cracked window and the smell waffled with your scent lingers in this bedroom, Black roses & sweet magnolia's... I looked over your body too many times Your eyelashes I've counted each curly one a million times, those high check bones I've touched & caressed until my hands went numb. You never move and I hardly breath thinking it's not right but Ok- Oh how you danced with in my Vally of seduction and become intoxicated as you dranked in my nectar- honeycomb. I wanted you- I wanted this moment , I did want to love you and in a lot of ways I do but laying here now as I stare at your form lifeless on my bed I feel it wasn't just your misleading pain & your lying games that brought me to the breaking point... It was the man I finally saw who told me once.., I am worth more! tears of freedom streams down my face as I lay here watching you, watching the slight breeze from my cracked window shifts the thousands of petals all around you & all I can do is cry with a simple smile on my face. My rooms filled with the smell of you & Magnolia's & Black Roses. Always Me Ayeshah

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Jul 6, 2010

Jul 6, 2010 at 1:32 AM UTC

Ayeshah

Magnolia's & Black Roses.

Magnolia's and black Roses comfort me, I lay awake as you softly breath low lower- fading- wondering how I've let you get into my thoughts & now once more into my bed... tonight I've come awake at the touch of your hand, roughly you've penetrated the core of my being... softly a breeze stirs from my cracked window and the smell waffled with your scent lingers in this bedroom, Black roses & sweet magnolia's... I looked over your body too many times Your eyelashes I've counted each curly one a million times, those high check bones I've touched & caressed until my hands went numb. You never move and I hardly breath thinking it's not right but Ok- Oh how you danced with in my Vally of seduction and become intoxicated as you dranked in my nectar- honeycomb. I wanted you- I wanted this moment , I did want to love you and in a lot of ways I do but laying here now as I stare at your form lifeless on my bed I feel it wasn't just your misleading pain & your lying games that brought me to the breaking point... It was the man I finally saw who told me once.., I am worth more! tears of freedom streams down my face as I lay here watching you, watching the slight breeze from my cracked window shifts the thousands of petals all around you & all I can do is cry with a simple smile on my face. My rooms filled with the smell of you & Magnolia's & Black Roses. Always Me Ayeshah

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You wore a Rolex watch which was fake and didn't even tell the time. I know that isn't a crime. Nor is buying complex coffees but it did perplex me. I ignore this, naturally. But before the finale, before you forsaked me into the Vally of the Dead where few did tread. I saw the cracks. I saw you slack and caught a glimpse behind that facade, behind the blinks to see that you were flawed, just like me Still, I ignored this. I didn't take you serious, blind to your spurious nature. Nothing more than specious appearance. It wasns't till the Persecco that I felt your echo. And it all came pouring out, All the more doubt than before. Adore turns to abhor too soon for my liking. I can't stop you if you're a quitter. Just like I can't stop the bitter memories, flitter by my mind.

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Dec 10, 2014

Dec 10, 2014 at 6:13 PM UTC

aar505n

Specious Appearance

You wore a Rolex watch which was fake and didn't even tell the time. I know that isn't a crime. Nor is buying complex coffees but it did perplex me. I ignore this, naturally. But before the finale, before you forsaked me into the Vally of the Dead where few did tread. I saw the cracks. I saw you slack and caught a glimpse behind that facade, behind the blinks to see that you were flawed, just like me Still, I ignored this. I didn't take you serious, blind to your spurious nature. Nothing more than specious appearance. It wasns't till the Persecco that I felt your echo. And it all came pouring out, All the more doubt than before. Adore turns to abhor too soon for my liking. I can't stop you if you're a quitter. Just like I can't stop the bitter memories, flitter by my mind.

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I travelled the long deserted road, trying to get rid of my heavy load. The hours turned into days but my worries wouldn't go away. I pulled off to the side and took in the breathtaking views, the wind was gently blowing the trees from side to side it was like they were waving just for me. Far in the vally below wild animals were drinking from a small watering hole, they seemed to not have a care in the world, how I wished to be free like them. My thoughts went back to that day, the shouting him laying his hand to my face saying I was his and I would do as I was told, that he owned me. Nobody was ever going to own me, my spirit is a free spirit, just then an egale flew above me its wings spread wide gliding with ease I knew what I had to do, my mind was clear for the first time in years I could almost here the calling. I jumped back in the car, grabbed my bag then let the handbrake go, My smile was genuine for the first time as the car plunged over the cliff, I was free to start over again... I continued on the long deserted road by foot watching the sun begining to set, I had not a care in the world........

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Apr 8, 2015

Apr 8, 2015 at 11:52 AM UTC

alice-morris

Long deserted road

I travelled the long deserted road, trying to get rid of my heavy load. The hours turned into days but my worries wouldn't go away. I pulled off to the side and took in the breathtaking views, the wind was gently blowing the trees from side to side it was like they were waving just for me. Far in the vally below wild animals were drinking from a small watering hole, they seemed to not have a care in the world, how I wished to be free like them. My thoughts went back to that day, the shouting him laying his hand to my face saying I was his and I would do as I was told, that he owned me. Nobody was ever going to own me, my spirit is a free spirit, just then an egale flew above me its wings spread wide gliding with ease I knew what I had to do, my mind was clear for the first time in years I could almost here the calling. I jumped back in the car, grabbed my bag then let the handbrake go, My smile was genuine for the first time as the car plunged over the cliff, I was free to start over again... I continued on the long deserted road by foot watching the sun begining to set, I had not a care in the world........

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I rest , slightly out of breath Floating ... In a little canoe carved with etched markings of ancient tradition - native - to mama earths paintbrush Offering my naked body sleek with a slight sheen of daytime heat, my face shadowed by the brim of a banana tree leaf sombrero , Lazily drifting into giant Lilly pads , lotus flowers spring up , rich sumptuous yellow suns adorned with skins of deep purple petals Where I go , I don't know - Rivers leads the way Curvaceous as my curls the water meanders into Lake Meru Gently disturbing the pristine reflections of misty cloud mountains Ripples cascade into the placid watery depths as I dock in where the river meets land , to find the seven nymphs waiting , to guide me home. All this time , woven into a shirt that is iradeccent as the halo around lady moon as night falls across the vally. The last drops of sunset burning orange adorn my locks , Fire light calls and beckons , dancing flames whisper sensual pleasures and lick my skin leaving residual memories of rooftop nights , but , today we lie on the earthen - hearth falling asleep to the cradling , rocking rhythm that is Sacred lullaby Notes got us high on paper wings Leave these flesh bodies in favour Of ethereal And father sky's cloud kingdom - star shine Coats each kiss in bioluminescence Forget cloud 9 , this , I, heaven on earth When we return , bodies paired with dew Under the blanket of sunrise Serene I have drunk from the mountain stream Clean , clear , free.

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Aug 5, 2013

Aug 5, 2013 at 11:20 PM UTC

Fah

Afloat Alive Arriving have Arrived

I rest , slightly out of breath Floating ... In a little canoe carved with etched markings of ancient tradition - native - to mama earths paintbrush Offering my naked body sleek with a slight sheen of daytime heat, my face shadowed by the brim of a banana tree leaf sombrero , Lazily drifting into giant Lilly pads , lotus flowers spring up , rich sumptuous yellow suns adorned with skins of deep purple petals Where I go , I don't know - Rivers leads the way Curvaceous as my curls the water meanders into Lake Meru Gently disturbing the pristine reflections of misty cloud mountains Ripples cascade into the placid watery depths as I dock in where the river meets land , to find the seven nymphs waiting , to guide me home. All this time , woven into a shirt that is iradeccent as the halo around lady moon as night falls across the vally. The last drops of sunset burning orange adorn my locks , Fire light calls and beckons , dancing flames whisper sensual pleasures and lick my skin leaving residual memories of rooftop nights , but , today we lie on the earthen - hearth falling asleep to the cradling , rocking rhythm that is Sacred lullaby Notes got us high on paper wings Leave these flesh bodies in favour Of ethereal And father sky's cloud kingdom - star shine Coats each kiss in bioluminescence Forget cloud 9 , this , I, heaven on earth When we return , bodies paired with dew Under the blanket of sunrise Serene I have drunk from the mountain stream Clean , clear , free.

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I once knew a girl called fly A magical girl One that could fly high, Higher than the clouds, Higher than the moon, Higher than the planets, Higher than the glazing sun, Even higher than the highest things , Thoughts thoughts millions of them, You'd be surprised to see all of them floating around you, But when fly flew through the wondrous clouds, Bunches of foamy fluffed shapes formed like candy floss, Up until the highest thoughts, From Tazmanian clouds to words on the page of a book, fly died that day, she never returned home, her family was sick of worry, years later her mother followed her little fly in death, Her father and little brother Miikey, lived for a while but soon Miikey got stabbed with an axe by accident by an old man in the forrest chopping trees, fly's father was the only one left, he soon died of old age at the age of 106, soon enough people started to talk about fly's family, thy said wow look at that kite fly, fly was proud of that, and now from this day people talk about fly, some even say if you sit on the top of the highet hill in high vally on the night the moon is full and at i's highest point you may see a glimps of fly flying through the dead winter night sky.

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Dec 7, 2013

Dec 7, 2013 at 1:48 PM UTC

emerald-sapani

FLY

I once knew a girl called fly A magical girl One that could fly high, Higher than the clouds, Higher than the moon, Higher than the planets, Higher than the glazing sun, Even higher than the highest things , Thoughts thoughts millions of them, You'd be surprised to see all of them floating around you, But when fly flew through the wondrous clouds, Bunches of foamy fluffed shapes formed like candy floss, Up until the highest thoughts, From Tazmanian clouds to words on the page of a book, fly died that day, she never returned home, her family was sick of worry, years later her mother followed her little fly in death, Her father and little brother Miikey, lived for a while but soon Miikey got stabbed with an axe by accident by an old man in the forrest chopping trees, fly's father was the only one left, he soon died of old age at the age of 106, soon enough people started to talk about fly's family, thy said wow look at that kite fly, fly was proud of that, and now from this day people talk about fly, some even say if you sit on the top of the highet hill in high vally on the night the moon is full and at i's highest point you may see a glimps of fly flying through the dead winter night sky.

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Birthed from the realms of finite Exist the twilight purple hue Bruised , sociocultural views Congregated Elevations of the so called unholy mundane , the evocative refrains of the woman's vally Inexplicably shaped by the hands of men who can know no more what to be a woman feels and it is for a woman to feel what a man is *** sells . *** sells. What condensed canned factory excuse is this ? *** sells , ah then we must continue to **** eah others minds - yes. That seems apt. Seems reasonable. Oh , it makes money ? Right - quick up on the double put *** on everything ! WAIt! What is *** ? Make it taboo first , then sell it ... Openly ... Wonderful .. Wonderful.. Oh also whilst your at it ... Make sure you coin the word love ... Yes that should bring humanity to their knees... Oh no wait , haha , wait... Also coin the word God, take their faith and take thier hearts and yes make money , oh ... Oh .. No wait , one more thing ... Coin the terms right and wrong ... Stifle their imaginations with doctors notes ordering the consumption of scientific make believe ... Haha I deplore you one last thing .... Take thier children , and dictate exactly how a child enters this world... Cut open the mothers womb , tear it to shreds , call it medicine , call it anything as long as *** sells and money is made... Do you see what I see ? I see that this smog , this veil is very , very , very , thin . And I've seen beyond the ingrained Pre-programmed neuron pathways that exist in sub ether relms ,these rely on the capacity for one not to notice..... Not to notice the infinite joy and beauty in the so called mundane - in the simple observation Of the one doing the observing . And beyond that.... Well it all crumbles away... Revealing ( at least for me) the Eden we never left....

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Aug 10, 2013

Aug 10, 2013 at 2:34 AM UTC

Fah

Observer of worlds , have you observed you?

Birthed from the realms of finite Exist the twilight purple hue Bruised , sociocultural views Congregated Elevations of the so called unholy mundane , the evocative refrains of the woman's vally Inexplicably shaped by the hands of men who can know no more what to be a woman feels and it is for a woman to feel what a man is *** sells . *** sells. What condensed canned factory excuse is this ? *** sells , ah then we must continue to **** eah others minds - yes. That seems apt. Seems reasonable. Oh , it makes money ? Right - quick up on the double put *** on everything ! WAIt! What is *** ? Make it taboo first , then sell it ... Openly ... Wonderful .. Wonderful.. Oh also whilst your at it ... Make sure you coin the word love ... Yes that should bring humanity to their knees... Oh no wait , haha , wait... Also coin the word God, take their faith and take thier hearts and yes make money , oh ... Oh .. No wait , one more thing ... Coin the terms right and wrong ... Stifle their imaginations with doctors notes ordering the consumption of scientific make believe ... Haha I deplore you one last thing .... Take thier children , and dictate exactly how a child enters this world... Cut open the mothers womb , tear it to shreds , call it medicine , call it anything as long as *** sells and money is made... Do you see what I see ? I see that this smog , this veil is very , very , very , thin . And I've seen beyond the ingrained Pre-programmed neuron pathways that exist in sub ether relms ,these rely on the capacity for one not to notice..... Not to notice the infinite joy and beauty in the so called mundane - in the simple observation Of the one doing the observing . And beyond that.... Well it all crumbles away... Revealing ( at least for me) the Eden we never left....

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Probably 'cause youre high all the time, Nothing much comes to mind; But when im with you we just unwind And sometimes make words that kinda rhyme. Sliding down the slippery slope of vally, Without you I may never be happy. But what does that matter? Don't despair, Your future awaits for you; Someday it will make it's self clear, But until then you're on the mend. Dont worry if you swerve round the bend, The worst has already happened. Getting back on my feet is the best desicion I could ever make; I usually make mistakes. When you give, other's take But never forget the sake. If going to the clouds is your thing, Then make sure it's me you bring. I know i'm not imagining Floating on the seventh cloud, Theres no way I can drown now I'm at bliss in the clouds! And heaven feels so serene; Tingles in every sound. Whoever said it was make believe, I can prove you wrong, Take my hand and you'll see.

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Nov 19, 2017

Nov 19, 2017 at 12:30 PM UTC

poppi-mae

cloudy

Probably 'cause youre high all the time, Nothing much comes to mind; But when im with you we just unwind And sometimes make words that kinda rhyme. Sliding down the slippery slope of vally, Without you I may never be happy. But what does that matter? Don't despair, Your future awaits for you; Someday it will make it's self clear, But until then you're on the mend. Dont worry if you swerve round the bend, The worst has already happened. Getting back on my feet is the best desicion I could ever make; I usually make mistakes. When you give, other's take But never forget the sake. If going to the clouds is your thing, Then make sure it's me you bring. I know i'm not imagining Floating on the seventh cloud, Theres no way I can drown now I'm at bliss in the clouds! And heaven feels so serene; Tingles in every sound. Whoever said it was make believe, I can prove you wrong, Take my hand and you'll see.

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The vally of death and wrath waits And yet or children are kind This body of water and stone hates And yet lovers are left behind

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Dec 16, 2013

Dec 16, 2013 at 11:37 PM UTC

jonah-austin-miller

loved ones pass

The vally of death and wrath waits And yet or children are kind This body of water and stone hates And yet lovers are left behind

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They said you are beautiful, that you are my type, but for fear of been rejected, and cast aside, would you look for me. Let's meet by the same side of love to see if our hearts can mingle. Maybe i can see the beauty in your heart, and the love in your eyes. Or feel the warmth of your embrace. Only the beauty of which radiates from the inside, evokes my interest. It can't be taken away, not even by melanin aging, or illness of which may give wrinkles and affect the skin beauty. Let's meet somewhere by the sea, maybe we can together sail towards the moon. As the stars accompany us, let's wake up at dawn when the sun meets the morning. Does your beauty match that of daffodil or lily of the vally. Can your touch be like the velvet feel of the rose petal. Or your ****** radiance ever match the beauty of the rose flower. Would you say that your beauty be like the fragrance of ylang ylang or the glory of the sky and the snow flakes in winter. But i still want to meet up by the stream tonight just to hug you. ©2021,Emeka Mokeme.

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Apr 7, 2021

Apr 7, 2021 at 3:54 PM UTC

Emekamokeme

LET'S MEET

They said you are beautiful, that you are my type, but for fear of been rejected, and cast aside, would you look for me. Let's meet by the same side of love to see if our hearts can mingle. Maybe i can see the beauty in your heart, and the love in your eyes. Or feel the warmth of your embrace. Only the beauty of which radiates from the inside, evokes my interest. It can't be taken away, not even by melanin aging, or illness of which may give wrinkles and affect the skin beauty. Let's meet somewhere by the sea, maybe we can together sail towards the moon. As the stars accompany us, let's wake up at dawn when the sun meets the morning. Does your beauty match that of daffodil or lily of the vally. Can your touch be like the velvet feel of the rose petal. Or your ****** radiance ever match the beauty of the rose flower. Would you say that your beauty be like the fragrance of ylang ylang or the glory of the sky and the snow flakes in winter. But i still want to meet up by the stream tonight just to hug you. ©2021,Emeka Mokeme.

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sword of fate, sin and shame reject my love accept my pain a feld of bodies a flower a less grove where widows morn and suffer alone, a shallow vally where people crawl, creatures snap and beasts call lest like the dead they rise again a sorry excuse for real men this i give of my free will gifts of three for foolish thrills pain, death, sorrow from me as i will so mote it be come rise from thy slumber take me this simmering summer grant me strangth speed and gall i shall stand on mountain tops and look down on all, least grant me that take all from me as i will so mote it be

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Dec 31, 2016

Dec 31, 2016 at 2:28 AM UTC

lordoffire

power

sword of fate, sin and shame reject my love accept my pain a feld of bodies a flower a less grove where widows morn and suffer alone, a shallow vally where people crawl, creatures snap and beasts call lest like the dead they rise again a sorry excuse for real men this i give of my free will gifts of three for foolish thrills pain, death, sorrow from me as i will so mote it be come rise from thy slumber take me this simmering summer grant me strangth speed and gall i shall stand on mountain tops and look down on all, least grant me that take all from me as i will so mote it be

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