"waterflow" poems - Hello Poetry

The waterflow sparkles, drawing me near to peer in over the wishing well of poison and i cant get enough its twinkling magic masks its lie and i fade into the scenery. its time to go but i cant seem to part i havent made it all the way down its a cut gone only halfway deep before it starts to scar. You applaud me for what isnt mine to boast, the borrowed prize of another, parading me as the boy among giants. it was a stolen dream, where i didnt belong, when id dress up in my mothers pearls. tangled demons of my mind obscure my view i cant see friend from foe the thrill of the fight keeps us awake all though the dark night my demons wear white and my angels cloaked in black and i lay awake and wonder if theres any turning back.

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Sep 28, 2016

Sep 28, 2016 at 4:00 PM UTC

erose

The Imposter

The waterflow sparkles, drawing me near to peer in over the wishing well of poison and i cant get enough its twinkling magic masks its lie and i fade into the scenery. its time to go but i cant seem to part i havent made it all the way down its a cut gone only halfway deep before it starts to scar. You applaud me for what isnt mine to boast, the borrowed prize of another, parading me as the boy among giants. it was a stolen dream, where i didnt belong, when id dress up in my mothers pearls. tangled demons of my mind obscure my view i cant see friend from foe the thrill of the fight keeps us awake all though the dark night my demons wear white and my angels cloaked in black and i lay awake and wonder if theres any turning back.

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Water flow throughout me Down into the earth Wash away my past life Awake me in rebirth Water flow around me Paint your 3D tapestry Those otherworldly earthy scenes Of the rivers, lakes, and seas Water flow down on me From upon those clouds so high Drizzle, drip, and thunder down From the endless sky Water flow throughout me As you move about the world Moving both slowly and quickly In motions both meek and bold

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Aug 3, 2016

Aug 3, 2016 at 12:13 AM UTC

breeze-mist

Waterflow

Water flow throughout me Down into the earth Wash away my past life Awake me in rebirth Water flow around me Paint your 3D tapestry Those otherworldly earthy scenes Of the rivers, lakes, and seas Water flow down on me From upon those clouds so high Drizzle, drip, and thunder down From the endless sky Water flow throughout me As you move about the world Moving both slowly and quickly In motions both meek and bold

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"I am a book your favorite story but you are illiterate" -Eleven She used to be my number one reader. But what happened my dear? Why did you changed the flow of our story? Does it bother you? Does it make you uncomfortable? Does the one chapter of my sorrow makes you want to ***** I saw you, you skipped chapter My story is crying... Why? Why? Why? Darling, you can't skip chapters, you have to read every line. page by page. Some of my chapters will make you cry for weeks. You'll read unpleasant things you don't want to read. But darling you have to keep going. There's a beautiful waterflow upon the dazzling sky of love to blanket it. But why? Why did you jump into another book without reaching the end? Is the excitement gone? Beaneth the trees of sorrow, and sadness you left me without a word. You left me open. Without a single bookmark of "I'll be back" You are the reason why my ink turned into dark and ravens. But I guess, you have found a better book that suited your tase. I'll cherish every moment we'd spent together. I'm ending our story. For our story was not meant to end Thank you for reading. Goodbye my darling. "You can't have a rainbow without a little rain" ~ Eleven

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Nov 21, 2018

Nov 21, 2018 at 7:57 AM UTC

eleven-1

Not your story

"I am a book your favorite story but you are illiterate" -Eleven She used to be my number one reader. But what happened my dear? Why did you changed the flow of our story? Does it bother you? Does it make you uncomfortable? Does the one chapter of my sorrow makes you want to ***** I saw you, you skipped chapter My story is crying... Why? Why? Why? Darling, you can't skip chapters, you have to read every line. page by page. Some of my chapters will make you cry for weeks. You'll read unpleasant things you don't want to read. But darling you have to keep going. There's a beautiful waterflow upon the dazzling sky of love to blanket it. But why? Why did you jump into another book without reaching the end? Is the excitement gone? Beaneth the trees of sorrow, and sadness you left me without a word. You left me open. Without a single bookmark of "I'll be back" You are the reason why my ink turned into dark and ravens. But I guess, you have found a better book that suited your tase. I'll cherish every moment we'd spent together. I'm ending our story. For our story was not meant to end Thank you for reading. Goodbye my darling. "You can't have a rainbow without a little rain" ~ Eleven

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Everyone has to fetch at his own expertise position before drinking

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Feb 19, 2022

Feb 19, 2022 at 5:03 PM UTC

Safana

Love is like a waterflow

Everyone has to fetch at his own expertise position before drinking

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I never travel afar as a little stone lying alone at the bottom of the bottom of waterflow the current of life carves my bone year after year, day by day stripes ripen and lines grow I became me, and no other stone I never travel afar but the world finds her way to me she writes me poems on floating leaves she sends breezes to ripple my dreams year after year, day by day a window opens, an epiphany dawns I am an acorn, and not a stone A little sunlight, a little soil rise up and grow to the sky befriend the bird, kiss the wind my journey starts and I have no fear wherever it takes me to, that-- shall be my promised land I will travel afar...

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Dec 31, 2019

Dec 31, 2019 at 9:51 AM UTC

Angelaball910

I Never Travel Afar

I never travel afar as a little stone lying alone at the bottom of the bottom of waterflow the current of life carves my bone year after year, day by day stripes ripen and lines grow I became me, and no other stone I never travel afar but the world finds her way to me she writes me poems on floating leaves she sends breezes to ripple my dreams year after year, day by day a window opens, an epiphany dawns I am an acorn, and not a stone A little sunlight, a little soil rise up and grow to the sky befriend the bird, kiss the wind my journey starts and I have no fear wherever it takes me to, that-- shall be my promised land I will travel afar...

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On and on runs the rolling river that journeys to the sea..winding whilst wandering and meandering free..as it tangles in puzzles of perplexity, raging then relaxing within it’s visionary..Such a labyrinth of fluctuation with waviness and sway, naturally beautiful, a picturesque portray..Twisting and turning in an intricacy of coil, swirling and whirling betwixt an imaginative embroil.. Oh yon rippling rivulet as you trickle through that vast valley, yet spilling blood and guts to reach your utmost finale..easing memento as gorges stifle your stream, then oozing through an open vein in a nightmare of a dream..There is nothing on this earth that could stop your waterflow and no man could put asunder where hence you will go..Midst a mindfulness of determination from Mother nature’s commands, you follow through the shadows from her herculean hands

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Sep 30, 2020

Sep 30, 2020 at 5:19 AM UTC

Noswad10

The rolling river....

On and on runs the rolling river that journeys to the sea..winding whilst wandering and meandering free..as it tangles in puzzles of perplexity, raging then relaxing within it’s visionary..Such a labyrinth of fluctuation with waviness and sway, naturally beautiful, a picturesque portray..Twisting and turning in an intricacy of coil, swirling and whirling betwixt an imaginative embroil.. Oh yon rippling rivulet as you trickle through that vast valley, yet spilling blood and guts to reach your utmost finale..easing memento as gorges stifle your stream, then oozing through an open vein in a nightmare of a dream..There is nothing on this earth that could stop your waterflow and no man could put asunder where hence you will go..Midst a mindfulness of determination from Mother nature’s commands, you follow through the shadows from her herculean hands

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