"whin" poems - Hello Poetry

. In dusk a cloud moves, Barely are there any stars And the sheet drops, sinks, As lovers we came to this Gentle pond without guile Under the willows green, Set on the banks of whin, In sight of a stone bridge And settled in to watch The swans arrive and go, Like windy arcs of bounty Under great falling blanket Of indigo and gold sparkling, Enameling eyes of the heavens. Now, I come to visit alone, Only memories gliding slow, Love has fled near after song The sweetest spring awakening, How time unveils dark truths, My hair, it falls in the wind With the groping willows, The godly eyes of the skies Are now mere stars that flash, My love is betrothed to another, Still, the cool white swans at dusk Ride in waters turned shallow, murky And black as their eyes in day fall, And yet they remain wondrous, White rose of my soul, Drifting away. .

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Jul 27, 2018

Jul 27, 2018 at 3:14 PM UTC

ormond

The Swans at Dusk

. In dusk a cloud moves, Barely are there any stars And the sheet drops, sinks, As lovers we came to this Gentle pond without guile Under the willows green, Set on the banks of whin, In sight of a stone bridge And settled in to watch The swans arrive and go, Like windy arcs of bounty Under great falling blanket Of indigo and gold sparkling, Enameling eyes of the heavens. Now, I come to visit alone, Only memories gliding slow, Love has fled near after song The sweetest spring awakening, How time unveils dark truths, My hair, it falls in the wind With the groping willows, The godly eyes of the skies Are now mere stars that flash, My love is betrothed to another, Still, the cool white swans at dusk Ride in waters turned shallow, murky And black as their eyes in day fall, And yet they remain wondrous, White rose of my soul, Drifting away. .

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A Lone Walker nowe Ah! Intae Theis Murky Naycht ‘Yont Whin-Rock menacin’, Ewry Wound bygane an’ the Scar Freish Bluid o’ mine fuelin’, Lang, lang, IT! the Blacklyn Howr, Unfathomable, Unearthly, Verra Guid Fyre wearin’, Burnan Hye! Gore o’ mine Awa, awa, IT owre spilled! Soil o’ Alabaster gravin’, An’ abön, Great Orrah! a Presence yirr, Near-hand ay flashin’, Rumblin’, guid tremblin’, Lyke a Rhodium-Demon Hyear Unco! stick-an-stowe towerin’, An’ a Mirror-Vision ay broo! O’ Red Gore fuil an’ pruid! Great Rowth ragin’! Human nae, nae IT laanger! Heyne intae Theis Skye-Mirror, Image o’ mine! nae, nae IT laanger! Ma Rubye Brooch Micht, och! Stylle haiwin', An' wae Veins o’ Deep Lowe imbued, Ma ain stylle! Glamis’ Orrah! Dearest! Athwart ma Solitarye Gait Ays a Storm-Blast fallin’, An’ wnto me! wnto me noo, IT! O’er an’ o’er! Carham’s Scyld-Hel Orrah! Stylle Theis Dangerus! Verra Dangerus, IT! Highlan’ Thwndir-Rode o’ mine Intae Theis Guid Kintra whooshin’, An’ the nae ****** Cauld Landis Micht, Swaird-Wounded, stylle Ironclad Ah! Fore’er unco! wi’in Oun Hye Fyre Thro’ nae croud strollin’, Ays yf frae Hye Þunor His-sel The Lone War-Whisper Weel-Gaun! Wae Thae Verra Woirds o’ Battle-Angyr Lewdlie! Theis Specular Bluish Fyre o’ mine! Thus Thwndir-Taukin’: NUNC IN HOC SIGNO VINCES QUIA FOCUS TEMPESTATIS MODO EST TIBI ET VEXILLA FULMINIS PRODEUNT UNIVERSI IN FERRO CAERULEO SANGUINEQUE AD TE PICTORUM NOCTE TETRA ET IN SPECULO RESULTANTE FORMA THOR GOTHORUM UBI DESCENDET LAETO AB ULTIMA GLITNIR MAGNO MALLEO DEUS FLAVUS QUI ALTO FERRO SECURIQUE TONITRUO INDIGNAM VIAM MALEDIXIT FULMINIS IGITUR TETRA UMBRA TUA ALTA FLAMMA CALIGINEA VEXILLAQUE SUPREMO IGNE OVERMAN ULTOR.

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Jan 23, 2021

Jan 23, 2021 at 6:54 AM UTC

hermes-varini

Lone Walker

A Lone Walker nowe Ah! Intae Theis Murky Naycht ‘Yont Whin-Rock menacin’, Ewry Wound bygane an’ the Scar Freish Bluid o’ mine fuelin’, Lang, lang, IT! the Blacklyn Howr, Unfathomable, Unearthly, Verra Guid Fyre wearin’, Burnan Hye! Gore o’ mine Awa, awa, IT owre spilled! Soil o’ Alabaster gravin’, An’ abön, Great Orrah! a Presence yirr, Near-hand ay flashin’, Rumblin’, guid tremblin’, Lyke a Rhodium-Demon Hyear Unco! stick-an-stowe towerin’, An’ a Mirror-Vision ay broo! O’ Red Gore fuil an’ pruid! Great Rowth ragin’! Human nae, nae IT laanger! Heyne intae Theis Skye-Mirror, Image o’ mine! nae, nae IT laanger! Ma Rubye Brooch Micht, och! Stylle haiwin', An' wae Veins o’ Deep Lowe imbued, Ma ain stylle! Glamis’ Orrah! Dearest! Athwart ma Solitarye Gait Ays a Storm-Blast fallin’, An’ wnto me! wnto me noo, IT! O’er an’ o’er! Carham’s Scyld-Hel Orrah! Stylle Theis Dangerus! Verra Dangerus, IT! Highlan’ Thwndir-Rode o’ mine Intae Theis Guid Kintra whooshin’, An’ the nae ****** Cauld Landis Micht, Swaird-Wounded, stylle Ironclad Ah! Fore’er unco! wi’in Oun Hye Fyre Thro’ nae croud strollin’, Ays yf frae Hye Þunor His-sel The Lone War-Whisper Weel-Gaun! Wae Thae Verra Woirds o’ Battle-Angyr Lewdlie! Theis Specular Bluish Fyre o’ mine! Thus Thwndir-Taukin’: NUNC IN HOC SIGNO VINCES QUIA FOCUS TEMPESTATIS MODO EST TIBI ET VEXILLA FULMINIS PRODEUNT UNIVERSI IN FERRO CAERULEO SANGUINEQUE AD TE PICTORUM NOCTE TETRA ET IN SPECULO RESULTANTE FORMA THOR GOTHORUM UBI DESCENDET LAETO AB ULTIMA GLITNIR MAGNO MALLEO DEUS FLAVUS QUI ALTO FERRO SECURIQUE TONITRUO INDIGNAM VIAM MALEDIXIT FULMINIS IGITUR TETRA UMBRA TUA ALTA FLAMMA CALIGINEA VEXILLAQUE SUPREMO IGNE OVERMAN ULTOR.

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. In dusk a cloud moves, Barely are there any stars And the sheet drops, sinks, As lovers we came to this Gentle pond without guile Under the willows green, Set on the banks of whin, In sight of a stone bridge And settled in to watch The swans arrive and go, Like windy arcs of bounty Under great falling blanket Of indigo and gold sparkling, Enameling eyes of the heavens. Now, I come to visit alone, Only memories gliding slow, Love has fled near after song The sweetest spring awakening, How time unveils dark truths, My hair, it falls in the wind With the groping willows, The godly eyes of the skies Are now mere stars that flash, My love is betrothed to another, Still, the cool white swans at dusk Ride in waters turned shallow, murky And black as their eyes in day fall, And yet they remain wondrous, White rose of my soul, Drifting away.

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Oct 23, 2016

Oct 23, 2016 at 5:01 PM UTC

ormond

The Swans at Dusk

. In dusk a cloud moves, Barely are there any stars And the sheet drops, sinks, As lovers we came to this Gentle pond without guile Under the willows green, Set on the banks of whin, In sight of a stone bridge And settled in to watch The swans arrive and go, Like windy arcs of bounty Under great falling blanket Of indigo and gold sparkling, Enameling eyes of the heavens. Now, I come to visit alone, Only memories gliding slow, Love has fled near after song The sweetest spring awakening, How time unveils dark truths, My hair, it falls in the wind With the groping willows, The godly eyes of the skies Are now mere stars that flash, My love is betrothed to another, Still, the cool white swans at dusk Ride in waters turned shallow, murky And black as their eyes in day fall, And yet they remain wondrous, White rose of my soul, Drifting away.

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The small warfield of myriad battles few were triumphant, a lot were fatal burdened with despair, fidgeted and unrest once there dreams were sought to nest home for love, passion and reform gloomy it turned, after the storm beating up being weary and worn bear the freight of promises torn one half of mine through thick and thin confidant of every defeat and win the secrets that it kept within throbbing inside like spiny whin reconvening the shreds of heart razed by one and was torn apart still it is ready to be my friend pledged to never leave me in end

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Mar 11, 2025

Mar 11, 2025 at 9:07 PM UTC

tayyabmanzoor

Heart

The small warfield of myriad battles few were triumphant, a lot were fatal burdened with despair, fidgeted and unrest once there dreams were sought to nest home for love, passion and reform gloomy it turned, after the storm beating up being weary and worn bear the freight of promises torn one half of mine through thick and thin confidant of every defeat and win the secrets that it kept within throbbing inside like spiny whin reconvening the shreds of heart razed by one and was torn apart still it is ready to be my friend pledged to never leave me in end

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In dusk a cloud moves, Barely are there any stars And the sheet drops, sinks, As lovers we came to this Gentle pond without guile Under the willows green, Set on the banks of whin, In sight of a stone bridge And settled in to watch The swans arrive and go, Like windy arcs of bounty Under great falling blanket Of indigo and gold sparkling, Enameling eyes of the heavens. Now, I come to visit alone, Only memories gliding slow, Love has fled near after song The sweetest spring awakening, How time unveils dark truths, My hair, it falls in the wind With the groping willows, The godly eyes of the skies Are now mere stars that flash, My love is betrothed to another, Still, the cool white swans at dusk Ride in waters turned shallow, murky And black as their eyes in day fall, And yet they remain wondrous, White rose of my soul, Drifting away.

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Oct 31, 2015

Oct 31, 2015 at 3:45 PM UTC

ormond

The Swans at Dusk

In dusk a cloud moves, Barely are there any stars And the sheet drops, sinks, As lovers we came to this Gentle pond without guile Under the willows green, Set on the banks of whin, In sight of a stone bridge And settled in to watch The swans arrive and go, Like windy arcs of bounty Under great falling blanket Of indigo and gold sparkling, Enameling eyes of the heavens. Now, I come to visit alone, Only memories gliding slow, Love has fled near after song The sweetest spring awakening, How time unveils dark truths, My hair, it falls in the wind With the groping willows, The godly eyes of the skies Are now mere stars that flash, My love is betrothed to another, Still, the cool white swans at dusk Ride in waters turned shallow, murky And black as their eyes in day fall, And yet they remain wondrous, White rose of my soul, Drifting away.

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. In dusk a cloud moves, Barely are there any stars And the sheet drops, sinks, As lovers we came to this Gentle pond without guile Under the willows green, Set on the banks of whin, In sight of a stone bridge And settled in to watch The swans arrive and go, Like windy arcs of bounty Under great falling blanket Of indigo and gold sparkling, Enameling eyes of the heavens. Now, I come to visit alone, Only memories gliding slow, Love has fled near after song The sweetest spring awakening, How time unveils dark truths, My hair, it falls in the wind With the groping willows, The godly eyes of the skies Are now mere stars that flash, My love is betrothed to another, Still, the cool white swans at dusk Ride in waters turned shallow, murky And black as their eyes in day fall, And yet they remain wondrous, White rose of my soul, Drifting away.

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May 1, 2015

May 1, 2015 at 6:48 PM UTC

ormond

The Swans at Dusk

. In dusk a cloud moves, Barely are there any stars And the sheet drops, sinks, As lovers we came to this Gentle pond without guile Under the willows green, Set on the banks of whin, In sight of a stone bridge And settled in to watch The swans arrive and go, Like windy arcs of bounty Under great falling blanket Of indigo and gold sparkling, Enameling eyes of the heavens. Now, I come to visit alone, Only memories gliding slow, Love has fled near after song The sweetest spring awakening, How time unveils dark truths, My hair, it falls in the wind With the groping willows, The godly eyes of the skies Are now mere stars that flash, My love is betrothed to another, Still, the cool white swans at dusk Ride in waters turned shallow, murky And black as their eyes in day fall, And yet they remain wondrous, White rose of my soul, Drifting away.

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Im drowning deeper and deeper in a dark place, drifting further and further away from everyone and everything, god this isnt fun. where am i? why am i here? Im filled with fear. slowly getting dragged deeper and deeper, its so hard to breathe in this place. Trying to get my last glimpse of light,trying to hard to whin this fight. im loosing it,im loosing grip, my eyes start to close, no more luck, im giving up. -psm

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Oct 3, 2013

Oct 3, 2013 at 8:28 PM UTC

psm

im giving up

Im drowning deeper and deeper in a dark place, drifting further and further away from everyone and everything, god this isnt fun. where am i? why am i here? Im filled with fear. slowly getting dragged deeper and deeper, its so hard to breathe in this place. Trying to get my last glimpse of light,trying to hard to whin this fight. im loosing it,im loosing grip, my eyes start to close, no more luck, im giving up. -psm

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whin i look at you, all i can see are your two plump lips like rosebuds. they are red like blood but taste like honey. everything that exists is just stardust the repriduction of the universe as it expands. but it is still not wide enough to fit all my love for you, my sugar sweet. i cannot breath when i look into your eyes glowing like two priceless saphhires your beauty is sufoccating but i will glady die for you, darling.

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Oct 26, 2017

Oct 26, 2017 at 10:37 PM UTC

crandallbranch

you take my breathe away...

whin i look at you, all i can see are your two plump lips like rosebuds. they are red like blood but taste like honey. everything that exists is just stardust the repriduction of the universe as it expands. but it is still not wide enough to fit all my love for you, my sugar sweet. i cannot breath when i look into your eyes glowing like two priceless saphhires your beauty is sufoccating but i will glady die for you, darling.

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Mcdonald says A jimmy wis lost in Auld Reekie 'n' sae asked a polis boaby is thare a B& Q in Leith? ' n' th' polis boaby said Na bit thare is a D & E in Dundee. We hud a roar 'n' Finch bought th' neist round o' drinks. A scotsman wis in a taxicab whin th' driver said Th' brakes dinnae wirk 'n' we ur gaun doon th' road 'n' ower th' cliff. Sae th' Scotsman said If ye cannae stoap th' taxi at least stoap th' ruddy meter. Ah laughed bit he juist sat thare wi' that straecht goup o' his smoking his *** wi' care.

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Mar 12, 2021

Mar 12, 2021 at 4:33 AM UTC

TerryCollett

Wha McDonald Said.

Mcdonald says A jimmy wis lost in Auld Reekie 'n' sae asked a polis boaby is thare a B& Q in Leith? ' n' th' polis boaby said Na bit thare is a D & E in Dundee. We hud a roar 'n' Finch bought th' neist round o' drinks. A scotsman wis in a taxicab whin th' driver said Th' brakes dinnae wirk 'n' we ur gaun doon th' road 'n' ower th' cliff. Sae th' Scotsman said If ye cannae stoap th' taxi at least stoap th' ruddy meter. Ah laughed bit he juist sat thare wi' that straecht goup o' his smoking his *** wi' care.

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. In dusk a cloud moves, Barely are there any stars And the sheet drops, sinks, As lovers we came to this Gentle pond without guile Under the willows green, Set on the banks of whin, In sight of a stone bridge And settled in to watch The swans arrive and go, Like windy arcs of bounty Under great falling blanket Of indigo and gold sparkling, Enameling eyes of the heavens. Now, I come to visit alone, Only memories gliding slow, Love has fled near after song The sweetest spring awakening, How time unveils dark truths, My hair, it falls in the wind With the groping willows, The godly eyes of the skies Are now mere stars that flash, My love is betrothed to another, Still, the cool white swans at dusk Ride in waters turned shallow, murky And black as their eyes in day fall, And yet they remain wondrous, White rose of my soul, Drifting away.

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Nov 7, 2017

Nov 7, 2017 at 9:13 PM UTC

ormond

The Swans at Dusk

. In dusk a cloud moves, Barely are there any stars And the sheet drops, sinks, As lovers we came to this Gentle pond without guile Under the willows green, Set on the banks of whin, In sight of a stone bridge And settled in to watch The swans arrive and go, Like windy arcs of bounty Under great falling blanket Of indigo and gold sparkling, Enameling eyes of the heavens. Now, I come to visit alone, Only memories gliding slow, Love has fled near after song The sweetest spring awakening, How time unveils dark truths, My hair, it falls in the wind With the groping willows, The godly eyes of the skies Are now mere stars that flash, My love is betrothed to another, Still, the cool white swans at dusk Ride in waters turned shallow, murky And black as their eyes in day fall, And yet they remain wondrous, White rose of my soul, Drifting away.

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Go hide Never tried Resist me To find Words, It fade To time. The endless Matter Is Especially you, Dont make me A tiny little whin.

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Sep 10, 2022

Sep 10, 2022 at 11:29 PM UTC

jerelii

Attain me

Go hide Never tried Resist me To find Words, It fade To time. The endless Matter Is Especially you, Dont make me A tiny little whin.

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Th' sound o' th' bagpipes howfur it stirs th' soul tae battle oan ah wis tellt by mah faither that whin th' Germans sawed a lone **** comin' up th' beach blawin his pipes thay didnae fire thinking mibbie he wis a bawherr touched in th' heid 'n' let him be as ither soldiers aroond him lay wee or lay deid moved back 'n' forth by th' sea ah mind hearing a lone piper speil in Auld Reekie by Waverly Station dressed in kilt 'n' stowed oot regalia closed een 'n' ah thought o' th' lone **** comin' up that beach blawin awa' 'n' aye blows th'day.

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Jan 28, 2021

Jan 28, 2021 at 4:48 AM UTC

TerryCollett

Bagpipes and Auld Reekie.

Th' sound o' th' bagpipes howfur it stirs th' soul tae battle oan ah wis tellt by mah faither that whin th' Germans sawed a lone **** comin' up th' beach blawin his pipes thay didnae fire thinking mibbie he wis a bawherr touched in th' heid 'n' let him be as ither soldiers aroond him lay wee or lay deid moved back 'n' forth by th' sea ah mind hearing a lone piper speil in Auld Reekie by Waverly Station dressed in kilt 'n' stowed oot regalia closed een 'n' ah thought o' th' lone **** comin' up that beach blawin awa' 'n' aye blows th'day.

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wew ere lookin g for a place to buryher. Just For a f ew days,long enoug f oar her soulto do some goOd, t o help in the cruusades. t hen we'''d d ig her bo dy u6p and callher soull back She was n infnt aft er all,,justd borns sp it shouuld be fine.Boodok ws a g iant ma nman golem man.as bi large as one of te piles of hoy bales -in feild nd wit wingspon twice th at whin stettched oiut he flies flew to help help h elp the chirdren

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Jan 11, 2020

Jan 11, 2020 at 1:34 AM UTC

Medusealis

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wew ere lookin g for a place to buryher. Just For a f ew days,long enoug f oar her soulto do some goOd, t o help in the cruusades. t hen we'''d d ig her bo dy u6p and callher soull back She was n infnt aft er all,,justd borns sp it shouuld be fine.Boodok ws a g iant ma nman golem man.as bi large as one of te piles of hoy bales -in feild nd wit wingspon twice th at whin stettched oiut he flies flew to help help h elp the chirdren

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