"weezing" poems - Hello Poetry

a river runs through a ghostly town soaked clay red with the blood of the earth, the land is marked with tire tracks like an addict's elbow crease sweating oil and electrical wire, fields tilled with the claws of a paper beast sprout telephone poles and generations of debt amongst indigo coffee beans, rotting tin roofs striped with rust creak folklore in the pouring rain, muddied palms clinging to trust on mala beads are stung with poisoned ink leaked from shrines golden and winking, an ornate temple carves god sharp into a clouded sky its steeple piercing his hands shards of bone spilling ash onto upturned foreheads, sun scorches unsuspecting soil and it cries exhaust fumes, the sputtering song of a motorbike is answered by the howl of a stray mutt in an alleyway reverberating pleas to a clenched fist, an unremitting flame sweeps ruin across leaf barren trees wind choking on smoke coughing up skeletons, and the planet heaves and the planet heaves weezing on humanity's delirious daydreams

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Jul 21, 2015

Jul 21, 2015 at 2:11 PM UTC

jumpingjellybeans

tin roofs and manmade poison

a river runs through a ghostly town soaked clay red with the blood of the earth, the land is marked with tire tracks like an addict's elbow crease sweating oil and electrical wire, fields tilled with the claws of a paper beast sprout telephone poles and generations of debt amongst indigo coffee beans, rotting tin roofs striped with rust creak folklore in the pouring rain, muddied palms clinging to trust on mala beads are stung with poisoned ink leaked from shrines golden and winking, an ornate temple carves god sharp into a clouded sky its steeple piercing his hands shards of bone spilling ash onto upturned foreheads, sun scorches unsuspecting soil and it cries exhaust fumes, the sputtering song of a motorbike is answered by the howl of a stray mutt in an alleyway reverberating pleas to a clenched fist, an unremitting flame sweeps ruin across leaf barren trees wind choking on smoke coughing up skeletons, and the planet heaves and the planet heaves weezing on humanity's delirious daydreams

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we found him laying barely breathing and now were sitting silently grieving the information were receiving seems to be so unpleasing so cold hearted almost freezing cant stop the sniffling constant sneezing full of cries not only weezing from the pain your death is leaving

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Dec 23, 2010

Dec 23, 2010 at 7:28 PM UTC

max-chisholm

Untitled

we found him laying barely breathing and now were sitting silently grieving the information were receiving seems to be so unpleasing so cold hearted almost freezing cant stop the sniffling constant sneezing full of cries not only weezing from the pain your death is leaving

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I am getting dragged behind you Just like a rope Lifeless, hopeless. The diversion you take, Me too turn behind, Dumb, subconscious.. Identityless. Your destination is in your thoughts, I just walk behind you, You walk to achieve something, I walk behind questioneless.. Or Is not my destination my determination..YOU? Do you realize I walk behind you? Can you hear my footsteps.. Dragging with a hush?? But Why am I Asking you all this? Was walking behind you not my own decision? You are moving for your own resting place, I was anyways never the whole final destination for you... Then why should my ubiety in your 'moving life' should have any mention?? I have made you my destiny by choice, Then Should my life have any other diversion than yours..?? ------------- ** Life partner - 2 (Reply) ** I could feel you getting dragged behind me, Your presence completes my existence, You are walking behind with held breaths, I move ahead counting your breaths.. I am moving with a great speed, To wait and rest for few seconds is impossible.. I could hear your heavy weezing, But to slow down is impossible.. You speak the truth, You walk behind making me your destiny, And so I walk on the good road till today, Thorns will come surely in my path in future, But I am trying to take bit longer but smooth roads.. Neither animosity nor complains you have for me, Neither questions nor answers I have for you, Our life will pass harmoniously this way.. Me ahead and you behind tagging along. Hold me well with power of your determination, Give me courage by your silent smiles, Keep your faith on me always, You will be given credit for my journey of success, Hold me strongly on the ground after the success..!! Sparkle In Wisdom 11/8/2018

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Aug 11, 2018

Aug 11, 2018 at 5:25 PM UTC

Neha_S

Life Partner -1 and 2

I am getting dragged behind you Just like a rope Lifeless, hopeless. The diversion you take, Me too turn behind, Dumb, subconscious.. Identityless. Your destination is in your thoughts, I just walk behind you, You walk to achieve something, I walk behind questioneless.. Or Is not my destination my determination..YOU? Do you realize I walk behind you? Can you hear my footsteps.. Dragging with a hush?? But Why am I Asking you all this? Was walking behind you not my own decision? You are moving for your own resting place, I was anyways never the whole final destination for you... Then why should my ubiety in your 'moving life' should have any mention?? I have made you my destiny by choice, Then Should my life have any other diversion than yours..?? ------------- ** Life partner - 2 (Reply) ** I could feel you getting dragged behind me, Your presence completes my existence, You are walking behind with held breaths, I move ahead counting your breaths.. I am moving with a great speed, To wait and rest for few seconds is impossible.. I could hear your heavy weezing, But to slow down is impossible.. You speak the truth, You walk behind making me your destiny, And so I walk on the good road till today, Thorns will come surely in my path in future, But I am trying to take bit longer but smooth roads.. Neither animosity nor complains you have for me, Neither questions nor answers I have for you, Our life will pass harmoniously this way.. Me ahead and you behind tagging along. Hold me well with power of your determination, Give me courage by your silent smiles, Keep your faith on me always, You will be given credit for my journey of success, Hold me strongly on the ground after the success..!! Sparkle In Wisdom 11/8/2018

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Pass up until you have it Wait up until you need it Tell me the password I’ll show you and light it up Give me a valid reason Inhale until you’re weezing What are the magic words Flunked conversations You have the pedigree I’ll stay up until your free Blank revelations Song inspiration Pass up until you need it Don’t rush you’ll have to save it Tell me the password I’ll show you and light it up. They give you lame advices Trippin’ the lane you’re passing Timely decisions They’re on a mission Talkative boy’s on fire He gets the double score He does no picking Swimming on double rivers — I’m just another option The secondary mission When he’s out partying Practically speaking Pass up until you need it Wait up until you got it Tell me the password I’ll show you and fire it up Give me a valid reason Inhale until you’re weezing What are those magic words Anticipating Stay put your inner spirits Hit it until you miss it What is the password Tell me the magic words My life is very tragic One hundred percent logic No fun and happy games To feed your spirit Show me your hidden feelings Give me a point for living Anticipations And convolutions — Pass up until you say it Wait up until you keep it Tell me the password I’ll show you and light it up Give me a valid lesson Inhale until you’re teasing What are the magic words Dumped conversations Never to be belonging Clingy from floor to ceiling Am I assuming This love is blooming? I’ll take you up the mountains Reserve a room what happens I don’t initiate The pathway to heavens You may be here just wond’ring Why are we doing nothing I am a loser But never a user Now you’re showing your body You are getting too naughty Tell me the password I’ll keep it then light it up — Igniting the inner senses Decluttering all the messes What is the password Tell me, I’ll act it up Pass up until you see it Wait up until you touch it Tell me the password I’ll show you and fire it up

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Apr 19, 2019

Apr 19, 2019 at 12:57 PM UTC

Jcjuatco

Flower plower

Pass up until you have it Wait up until you need it Tell me the password I’ll show you and light it up Give me a valid reason Inhale until you’re weezing What are the magic words Flunked conversations You have the pedigree I’ll stay up until your free Blank revelations Song inspiration Pass up until you need it Don’t rush you’ll have to save it Tell me the password I’ll show you and light it up. They give you lame advices Trippin’ the lane you’re passing Timely decisions They’re on a mission Talkative boy’s on fire He gets the double score He does no picking Swimming on double rivers — I’m just another option The secondary mission When he’s out partying Practically speaking Pass up until you need it Wait up until you got it Tell me the password I’ll show you and fire it up Give me a valid reason Inhale until you’re weezing What are those magic words Anticipating Stay put your inner spirits Hit it until you miss it What is the password Tell me the magic words My life is very tragic One hundred percent logic No fun and happy games To feed your spirit Show me your hidden feelings Give me a point for living Anticipations And convolutions — Pass up until you say it Wait up until you keep it Tell me the password I’ll show you and light it up Give me a valid lesson Inhale until you’re teasing What are the magic words Dumped conversations Never to be belonging Clingy from floor to ceiling Am I assuming This love is blooming? I’ll take you up the mountains Reserve a room what happens I don’t initiate The pathway to heavens You may be here just wond’ring Why are we doing nothing I am a loser But never a user Now you’re showing your body You are getting too naughty Tell me the password I’ll keep it then light it up — Igniting the inner senses Decluttering all the messes What is the password Tell me, I’ll act it up Pass up until you see it Wait up until you touch it Tell me the password I’ll show you and fire it up

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I long for spring to warm me up after the sub zero winter chills. I long for spring to come and take away my ills. The asthmatic weezing is getting old as well as the snow and cold. Spring please come my way soon I pray. I long for better and warmer and sunny days Spring come and please stay awhile I know that your very presence will make me smile especially when the trees grow leaves again and the flowers bloom The birds will come back and sing you a tune My heart always makes room for you too.

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Feb 24, 2021

Feb 24, 2021 at 6:43 PM UTC

ButterflyAnn

Longing for springtime

I long for spring to warm me up after the sub zero winter chills. I long for spring to come and take away my ills. The asthmatic weezing is getting old as well as the snow and cold. Spring please come my way soon I pray. I long for better and warmer and sunny days Spring come and please stay awhile I know that your very presence will make me smile especially when the trees grow leaves again and the flowers bloom The birds will come back and sing you a tune My heart always makes room for you too.

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You are the jagged pill I dry swallow A time released capsule of miniature razor blades cutting my throat ever so intricately Like a surgeon with shaking hands arrogantly carving your name in my vocal folds so every weezing breath I breathe makes your sound You are the Rorschach patterns on my skin the blackest blues and deepest purples from the night you forced yourself in telling me you loved me that this is how love begins My body a canvas for the darkest hues and my white sheets a delicate masterpiece for your intricate artistry You are the shards of shattered glass fallen from the mirror now faced with one thousand mosaic reflections of a face I couldn't tell you belonging to whom Maybe you know her? They're wedged in my knuckles as the light reflects off of them making my hands look like diamonds as close to perfection as I've ever come to seeing reflected in any part of me You are the burning end of a Marlboro Red a bad habit I took up because you won't leave my head Thoughts of you pour through me daily like hot lead You are the last midnight You are the last cold sweat You are the last nightmare You are my last regret You are dead

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Apr 26, 2013

Apr 26, 2013 at 8:35 PM UTC

katelynd

You

You are the jagged pill I dry swallow A time released capsule of miniature razor blades cutting my throat ever so intricately Like a surgeon with shaking hands arrogantly carving your name in my vocal folds so every weezing breath I breathe makes your sound You are the Rorschach patterns on my skin the blackest blues and deepest purples from the night you forced yourself in telling me you loved me that this is how love begins My body a canvas for the darkest hues and my white sheets a delicate masterpiece for your intricate artistry You are the shards of shattered glass fallen from the mirror now faced with one thousand mosaic reflections of a face I couldn't tell you belonging to whom Maybe you know her? They're wedged in my knuckles as the light reflects off of them making my hands look like diamonds as close to perfection as I've ever come to seeing reflected in any part of me You are the burning end of a Marlboro Red a bad habit I took up because you won't leave my head Thoughts of you pour through me daily like hot lead You are the last midnight You are the last cold sweat You are the last nightmare You are my last regret You are dead

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go home to someone who hates you carry your soul in the pit of your stomach round belly full of wounds bloated baggage marks that stretch across palesoft landscape heavy breathing climb the stairs 1 flight 2 flight flying blocking clotting spotting feeling ***** morning sickening stares at you across the hall narrowed looks disappointing friends of foes holding on to soft tissues misuse everything in sight sighing weezing coughing coughing up blood gushing pouring draining empty hollow scabbed baby come and went infant crying past the monitor sleep through it sleep all night pregnancy scarred scared child of no one orphaned feelings aborted feelings empty in the best of ways no one’s inside to let you in up the steps to the door ring the bell home to someone who hates you

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May 29, 2014

May 29, 2014 at 12:26 PM UTC

hannah-c

GO HOME.

go home to someone who hates you carry your soul in the pit of your stomach round belly full of wounds bloated baggage marks that stretch across palesoft landscape heavy breathing climb the stairs 1 flight 2 flight flying blocking clotting spotting feeling ***** morning sickening stares at you across the hall narrowed looks disappointing friends of foes holding on to soft tissues misuse everything in sight sighing weezing coughing coughing up blood gushing pouring draining empty hollow scabbed baby come and went infant crying past the monitor sleep through it sleep all night pregnancy scarred scared child of no one orphaned feelings aborted feelings empty in the best of ways no one’s inside to let you in up the steps to the door ring the bell home to someone who hates you

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An octopus has three hearts but I still love you more than it ever could. Dragonflys see everything but I’ve seen more plus some. I’ve been in your head. Did you know elephants have 45 liters of blood? I bet it wouldn’t give up a drop for you but I’d give you all mine. It’d be unforgettable and I know that because elephants don’t forget. I don’t know If you knew but when wolves get separated from there pack they cry. They submit themselves to the sky and beg for an answer. They will cry and cry and cry until their breath is gone, laying limp weezing. Baring teeth to scare off the darkness as they fade into the light. Did you know that I love you more then a octopus ever could, I’ve seen more of you then a dragon fly ever would, I honestly don’t think elephants remember everything and that you are my pack.

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Jul 19, 2014

Jul 19, 2014 at 9:06 PM UTC

punk-rock-hippy

You are my pack.

An octopus has three hearts but I still love you more than it ever could. Dragonflys see everything but I’ve seen more plus some. I’ve been in your head. Did you know elephants have 45 liters of blood? I bet it wouldn’t give up a drop for you but I’d give you all mine. It’d be unforgettable and I know that because elephants don’t forget. I don’t know If you knew but when wolves get separated from there pack they cry. They submit themselves to the sky and beg for an answer. They will cry and cry and cry until their breath is gone, laying limp weezing. Baring teeth to scare off the darkness as they fade into the light. Did you know that I love you more then a octopus ever could, I’ve seen more of you then a dragon fly ever would, I honestly don’t think elephants remember everything and that you are my pack.

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I've been panicking lately. Not the kind of panic that has reason But a panic that stems from nothing or maybe something undefined. I've been worrying lately. Not the kind of worry that is logical but a worry that is scattered and splattered without lines. I can't makes sense of it because my stomach isn't sick. I'm not ill from out dated food or an airborne virus. I'm not coughing and sneezing or hacking or weezing or panting and grunting or sleeping disgruntled because of a flu. Maybe I'm just tediously thinking while overly planning and counting the days and routing the ways when I'll see you. I need to stop counting Every Little Thing. One two three, one two three, one two three. “It will be okay.”

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Nov 4, 2013

Nov 4, 2013 at 12:19 AM UTC

marie-warner

Three

I've been panicking lately. Not the kind of panic that has reason But a panic that stems from nothing or maybe something undefined. I've been worrying lately. Not the kind of worry that is logical but a worry that is scattered and splattered without lines. I can't makes sense of it because my stomach isn't sick. I'm not ill from out dated food or an airborne virus. I'm not coughing and sneezing or hacking or weezing or panting and grunting or sleeping disgruntled because of a flu. Maybe I'm just tediously thinking while overly planning and counting the days and routing the ways when I'll see you. I need to stop counting Every Little Thing. One two three, one two three, one two three. “It will be okay.”

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I gasp for air with burnt lungs, a burnt tongue All of me, everything is crumbling The skin, my flesh, my bones, it's all falling to pieces I'm unhealthy, I'm sick But only in my mind You can't even see it from the outside But don't tell me it's not there Cause I feel the weezing, I feel the cough Of my mind, my heart, trying to coincide, trying to collide Trying, just trying to agree for one single moment in time And everything hurts but it could be worse Cause maybe I have nightmares but at least I'm not dead.

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Sep 24, 2013

Sep 24, 2013 at 11:00 AM UTC

lauren-rose-1

Frantic

I gasp for air with burnt lungs, a burnt tongue All of me, everything is crumbling The skin, my flesh, my bones, it's all falling to pieces I'm unhealthy, I'm sick But only in my mind You can't even see it from the outside But don't tell me it's not there Cause I feel the weezing, I feel the cough Of my mind, my heart, trying to coincide, trying to collide Trying, just trying to agree for one single moment in time And everything hurts but it could be worse Cause maybe I have nightmares but at least I'm not dead.

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