"wheter" poems - Hello Poetry

Silicate, emotionless sedimentary, Darling, it is cold, doesn't care wheter it breaks or if it is swept away in a stream, cut into small pieces by the sharp rush of flowing water, While it may hold no emotions, it can be the bringer of hope, bliss, happiness, sadness but also spite and envy, or a simple fulfilment, Look at the wedding-rings, their stones on top to embellish beauty such as the insurance to be with the other through thick and thin, Some diamonds are rough, but they are stronger than stones, if that is enough, harder and almost unbreakable, sorted in line moliculary, When the kiss of death puts us to rest, a tombstone is the sad, cruel remembrence of a former life, sprouting blossoming and blooming, before returning to the soil it once had found its origin, its beginning, I will try to be your wishing one, your shooting star, racing through the glory of the starlit nightsky to catch a moment of your passion, Burning up within the atmosphere of your warm embrace, dearest. Drawn by your gravitational impact on me, I will be your comet, returning to you each day without burning away as rapid as a meteor. Darling, alike a blazing Sun you make me melt. ~ Umi

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Apr 9, 2018

Apr 9, 2018 at 6:25 PM UTC

UmiofLove

Stones

Silicate, emotionless sedimentary, Darling, it is cold, doesn't care wheter it breaks or if it is swept away in a stream, cut into small pieces by the sharp rush of flowing water, While it may hold no emotions, it can be the bringer of hope, bliss, happiness, sadness but also spite and envy, or a simple fulfilment, Look at the wedding-rings, their stones on top to embellish beauty such as the insurance to be with the other through thick and thin, Some diamonds are rough, but they are stronger than stones, if that is enough, harder and almost unbreakable, sorted in line moliculary, When the kiss of death puts us to rest, a tombstone is the sad, cruel remembrence of a former life, sprouting blossoming and blooming, before returning to the soil it once had found its origin, its beginning, I will try to be your wishing one, your shooting star, racing through the glory of the starlit nightsky to catch a moment of your passion, Burning up within the atmosphere of your warm embrace, dearest. Drawn by your gravitational impact on me, I will be your comet, returning to you each day without burning away as rapid as a meteor. Darling, alike a blazing Sun you make me melt. ~ Umi

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Life got me high, Life got me low. But when I dream, I fly. And wheter I'm flying high or low, I'll still be flying. Because in my dreams, I am in control. So I never tend to miss a night, and so a dream. Cause I don't want to lose control.

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Feb 10, 2019

Feb 10, 2019 at 4:28 PM UTC

FragileFrog

I'll be the pilot tonight.

Life got me high, Life got me low. But when I dream, I fly. And wheter I'm flying high or low, I'll still be flying. Because in my dreams, I am in control. So I never tend to miss a night, and so a dream. Cause I don't want to lose control.

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NO matter what day it may be my cats make my day- Wheter they are playing-sleeping or running-what can I say They sometimes get into mischief after all they are boys- There are times they fight over their toys- There are times they want to play- GOD at times they make my day- Cats are loveable there is no doubt- BUT when they are bad I need to shout- Basically they get along fine- I'M proud to say they are mine-

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Nov 11, 2015

Nov 11, 2015 at 3:12 PM UTC

richard-anthony-sattanni

TITLE-MY CATS MAKE MY DAY

NO matter what day it may be my cats make my day- Wheter they are playing-sleeping or running-what can I say They sometimes get into mischief after all they are boys- There are times they fight over their toys- There are times they want to play- GOD at times they make my day- Cats are loveable there is no doubt- BUT when they are bad I need to shout- Basically they get along fine- I'M proud to say they are mine-

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Life is how you enjoy... The rain.. Wheter to use an umbrella... To avoid it... Or .... You will dance... With the freckles...

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Jul 17, 2018

Jul 17, 2018 at 8:53 AM UTC

Hannashe

Life

Life is how you enjoy... The rain.. Wheter to use an umbrella... To avoid it... Or .... You will dance... With the freckles...

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when we start our day how it might end whether we'll see our loved ones again after we say goodbye to them in the morning wheter the world will kerp on turning as we know it we do not know yet we asssume a world built on asumptions is the only one we have

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Sep 7, 2019

Sep 7, 2019 at 4:56 PM UTC

wwhoelbling

do we know

when we start our day how it might end whether we'll see our loved ones again after we say goodbye to them in the morning wheter the world will kerp on turning as we know it we do not know yet we asssume a world built on asumptions is the only one we have

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i cant promise the world or give you the answer to everything but i can pick of some legos because the only word i could find was "sorry". we walked around and spotted a kid who spilled some legos in the small toy section when you compared my life to the pieces scattered everywhere. saying how hard it must be trying to put everything back together or trying to come up with something new when everything was a mess. and how hard you've tried to help me but instead it ended with you stepping on some of the pieces. and at first it was okay but after awhile it got tiring and stepping on leggos hurt more than hearing your mother say, "just wait until your father gets home" and you didnt know whether or not you could keep doing it. i loved watching you leave for all the reasons why your father hated me but this time i found myself counting every step you took back into your house. one for every mistake and every argument we've ever had. i still haven't figured out wheter or not this was a choppy way of saying goodbye or a choppy way of saying you idiot get your **** together or you cant keep being my idiot.

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Jul 17, 2016

Jul 17, 2016 at 11:20 AM UTC

mythcanon

From a book i'll never write

i cant promise the world or give you the answer to everything but i can pick of some legos because the only word i could find was "sorry". we walked around and spotted a kid who spilled some legos in the small toy section when you compared my life to the pieces scattered everywhere. saying how hard it must be trying to put everything back together or trying to come up with something new when everything was a mess. and how hard you've tried to help me but instead it ended with you stepping on some of the pieces. and at first it was okay but after awhile it got tiring and stepping on leggos hurt more than hearing your mother say, "just wait until your father gets home" and you didnt know whether or not you could keep doing it. i loved watching you leave for all the reasons why your father hated me but this time i found myself counting every step you took back into your house. one for every mistake and every argument we've ever had. i still haven't figured out wheter or not this was a choppy way of saying goodbye or a choppy way of saying you idiot get your **** together or you cant keep being my idiot.

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Like the Sun, that surrounded by Planets The warm effect that gives comfort Without realizing, The Planets speed to surround it increases Wheter the Sun is not realizing his effects or is he just happy to be surrounded?

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Feb 5, 2018

Feb 5, 2018 at 11:16 AM UTC

Deenore25

Sun & The Planets

Like the Sun, that surrounded by Planets The warm effect that gives comfort Without realizing, The Planets speed to surround it increases Wheter the Sun is not realizing his effects or is he just happy to be surrounded?

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Every blooming thing is dying wheter you believe it or not but darling shhh it's not that bad sto thinking just enjoy the moment otherwise I'll do it by myself

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Aug 11, 2020

Aug 11, 2020 at 11:34 AM UTC

Sharu

Blooming crush

Every blooming thing is dying wheter you believe it or not but darling shhh it's not that bad sto thinking just enjoy the moment otherwise I'll do it by myself

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Let me tell you about life You always hold a knife It's on your fingertips to decide wheter to live But you never choose life Life chooses you You try not to love But then at the end It's never a choice to mend Mostly you are given a heart to lend And one just can't keep it on hold You have got a choice to mould But you rather try to fold When betrayed, suddenly a heart made of gold Just turns into a brutal bold.

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Jan 5, 2019

Jan 5, 2019 at 4:52 AM UTC

Tusharwashurt

My golden heart

Let me tell you about life You always hold a knife It's on your fingertips to decide wheter to live But you never choose life Life chooses you You try not to love But then at the end It's never a choice to mend Mostly you are given a heart to lend And one just can't keep it on hold You have got a choice to mould But you rather try to fold When betrayed, suddenly a heart made of gold Just turns into a brutal bold.

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