"wherefor" poems - Hello Poetry

In the swirling zephyr, The grass dances weakly I heard an escort,– Awaits my way to the Wolf Hall. A triumphant sinister;— My broken pleasure,— How lovely to see thy scraps again.. Such a bounty hunter What the gods want now? Doth not turn me around!— Doth not hang me! If thou loose my ties,— Thou wilt be a murderer of all vines! Spare me!— I am not thy prey; I am not one of Greek's peccant, Please, off loathing my purity! This predator devoured me.. The ****** of his dark matter, stabbed me.. The mob held me captive,— by net traps The culprit lies next to me— Acted one alike raw; then I was sacked, I felt the bethel was mocked,— But my Lord won't despise me. A paralyzed arrest screeched me I was stroke— by a vermin quenched for meat.. Thou art the most cherished It is still me.. Scattered with mud, Dressed in a blanket; Hoping to kiss thee Bend for belief,— and not forgiveness Wherefor thy body shivers? Thy cup is condensing, Lips ill-looking; Red flames changing blue— Am I still the hue? I sensed— Thou fell into the pit My shreds, thy lust The roots art on the tip of thy nails! An ancestral plague poisoning whoever sits,— And bridesmaking is a promiscuous habit— To grasp a braided hair,— for an accessory Behold, the lineage of romantic paintings, Whence the bonds turn to heist Looting innocence and staying in history...

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May 8, 2020

May 8, 2020 at 4:13 AM UTC

fheyra

"Resurrection"– The **** of Thrones

In the swirling zephyr, The grass dances weakly I heard an escort,– Awaits my way to the Wolf Hall. A triumphant sinister;— My broken pleasure,— How lovely to see thy scraps again.. Such a bounty hunter What the gods want now? Doth not turn me around!— Doth not hang me! If thou loose my ties,— Thou wilt be a murderer of all vines! Spare me!— I am not thy prey; I am not one of Greek's peccant, Please, off loathing my purity! This predator devoured me.. The ****** of his dark matter, stabbed me.. The mob held me captive,— by net traps The culprit lies next to me— Acted one alike raw; then I was sacked, I felt the bethel was mocked,— But my Lord won't despise me. A paralyzed arrest screeched me I was stroke— by a vermin quenched for meat.. Thou art the most cherished It is still me.. Scattered with mud, Dressed in a blanket; Hoping to kiss thee Bend for belief,— and not forgiveness Wherefor thy body shivers? Thy cup is condensing, Lips ill-looking; Red flames changing blue— Am I still the hue? I sensed— Thou fell into the pit My shreds, thy lust The roots art on the tip of thy nails! An ancestral plague poisoning whoever sits,— And bridesmaking is a promiscuous habit— To grasp a braided hair,— for an accessory Behold, the lineage of romantic paintings, Whence the bonds turn to heist Looting innocence and staying in history...

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They adored me, This staff bethinks me—of the cauldron of my fortress My Majesty, my beloved,-—Thou sealed our oath We vanquished our domains; Amending the ridges of rulers Wherefor art thou atrabillous?— I am always here.. My shoes, perfume, dresses, skin!— Oft, thy presence doth bathe in battlefields,-- but my love, believe me Thy half hath never trade scents with others.. On a maudlin hour, Fictions beleaguering my honor Whose feathers perched on papers?— Dare to charge me? I shalt pour wine on those No man could halt my portrait;— This necklace wilt stay on me.

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May 7, 2020

May 7, 2020 at 3:04 AM UTC

fheyra

"Resurrection"-- Gossip Threats

They adored me, This staff bethinks me—of the cauldron of my fortress My Majesty, my beloved,-—Thou sealed our oath We vanquished our domains; Amending the ridges of rulers Wherefor art thou atrabillous?— I am always here.. My shoes, perfume, dresses, skin!— Oft, thy presence doth bathe in battlefields,-- but my love, believe me Thy half hath never trade scents with others.. On a maudlin hour, Fictions beleaguering my honor Whose feathers perched on papers?— Dare to charge me? I shalt pour wine on those No man could halt my portrait;— This necklace wilt stay on me.

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When, for what If forever, but No, however Let down, there I can't say - I care For what, where? No how, no where Do you really care ? Feign, I care Word for word, there When, for what? How? It matters Fact, no power Words are words, bare No, what say? Care? Feelings - bare How? No, what? Why? Bare, alone. Can't, no, wherefor? But, there, down Care. No repercussion Love you, I.

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Sep 8, 2016

Sep 8, 2016 at 5:47 PM UTC

alijan-ozkiral

Spat

When, for what If forever, but No, however Let down, there I can't say - I care For what, where? No how, no where Do you really care ? Feign, I care Word for word, there When, for what? How? It matters Fact, no power Words are words, bare No, what say? Care? Feelings - bare How? No, what? Why? Bare, alone. Can't, no, wherefor? But, there, down Care. No repercussion Love you, I.

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Eleanor and Charlotte , drifting in sunlit reverie , see Marie Antoinette at her easel and the beginning of her sorrow . ☆ How many cherubs , smiling , fixed scribes of shimmering light , recline incumbent in vast marble halls . ☆ When , frozen in Time , two maidens in a doorway , pass a ceramic jug between one another for eternity . ☆ A man yells , seeing people back in time , that they were too close to the chapel . ☆ Look , over a bridge , past an aqueduct , lay an unkempt meadow , where the mood was unnatural and unpleasant . ☆ While behind dull meadow , the treeline was as woodwork or tapestry . ☆ Flat and lifeless , as a shadow without light or dark . ☆ No wind stirred the trees and the two women felt an unease of dreariness , as if walking in someone else's dream . ☆ " Wherefor the Trianon ?! " The gardener stopped his labour ☆ " You will see a fine lady in summer gown and a large white hat . " ☆ And suddenly he was gone . ☆ Then , finally at the gate , a large man , in period costume and born of a malevolent star . ☆ Dark cloak and smallpox scarred , he stared forebodingly under brim of black hat . ☆ Cronos , Father Time and Death . ☆ The Future was stalling .

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Oct 20, 2024

Oct 20, 2024 at 7:39 AM UTC

matthew-bright

The Second Coming of Marie Antoinette

Eleanor and Charlotte , drifting in sunlit reverie , see Marie Antoinette at her easel and the beginning of her sorrow . ☆ How many cherubs , smiling , fixed scribes of shimmering light , recline incumbent in vast marble halls . ☆ When , frozen in Time , two maidens in a doorway , pass a ceramic jug between one another for eternity . ☆ A man yells , seeing people back in time , that they were too close to the chapel . ☆ Look , over a bridge , past an aqueduct , lay an unkempt meadow , where the mood was unnatural and unpleasant . ☆ While behind dull meadow , the treeline was as woodwork or tapestry . ☆ Flat and lifeless , as a shadow without light or dark . ☆ No wind stirred the trees and the two women felt an unease of dreariness , as if walking in someone else's dream . ☆ " Wherefor the Trianon ?! " The gardener stopped his labour ☆ " You will see a fine lady in summer gown and a large white hat . " ☆ And suddenly he was gone . ☆ Then , finally at the gate , a large man , in period costume and born of a malevolent star . ☆ Dark cloak and smallpox scarred , he stared forebodingly under brim of black hat . ☆ Cronos , Father Time and Death . ☆ The Future was stalling .

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