"whiping" poems - Hello Poetry

Hey hi hello, where are you from? Have you seen the winds blow, each swirling, whirling; whiping around moments yet to learn hold your breath; time for concern, breath deep let life seeop through the pours of those who we've believed e[ved loved more

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Jun 3, 2013

Jun 3, 2013 at 2:17 AM UTC

jib-tunderson

Hey, Hi, Hello

Hey hi hello, where are you from? Have you seen the winds blow, each swirling, whirling; whiping around moments yet to learn hold your breath; time for concern, breath deep let life seeop through the pours of those who we've believed e[ved loved more

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Hey. Hello. How are you? It's been a while, do you miss me too? How's the lonely nights? How's lying on your bed side crying with all your might? How's looking out the window, up at the sky? How's whiping the tears off your eyes, asking why? How's waking up at night to the nightmare of being alone? How's being disappointed by not having that "good morning" written on your phone? How's going home after work knowing no one will be there? How's knowing now there's no one that'll care? How's the sound of silence when you enter the door? How's knowing that there will be no sweet words, welcomes, and kisses any more? How's sitting on your couch feeling the sting from the remembrance that there is no longer a "we"? How's the painful pins being poked in your chest knowing that it was your bitter words piercing my ears saying you don't want me? Bye. Take care. You're doing just fine. Those are just bittersweet hopes of mine.

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Apr 30, 2015

Apr 30, 2015 at 6:58 PM UTC

nagilia-melendez

Bitersweet Hopes

Hey. Hello. How are you? It's been a while, do you miss me too? How's the lonely nights? How's lying on your bed side crying with all your might? How's looking out the window, up at the sky? How's whiping the tears off your eyes, asking why? How's waking up at night to the nightmare of being alone? How's being disappointed by not having that "good morning" written on your phone? How's going home after work knowing no one will be there? How's knowing now there's no one that'll care? How's the sound of silence when you enter the door? How's knowing that there will be no sweet words, welcomes, and kisses any more? How's sitting on your couch feeling the sting from the remembrance that there is no longer a "we"? How's the painful pins being poked in your chest knowing that it was your bitter words piercing my ears saying you don't want me? Bye. Take care. You're doing just fine. Those are just bittersweet hopes of mine.

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When it all collapses, oh and it will whether by choice or by death you will face, that limtilessness. The expansion will begin and end in one swift swing caressing all that you thought you knew and gently whiping it away your memories will seem a mist stories of nothingness the entrance towards the bliss The body barely kept together exploring and expanding in all directions together we will see, and only then. Come and let go.

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Nov 19, 2012

Nov 19, 2012 at 8:47 AM UTC

DaisyChain

Wooosh

When it all collapses, oh and it will whether by choice or by death you will face, that limtilessness. The expansion will begin and end in one swift swing caressing all that you thought you knew and gently whiping it away your memories will seem a mist stories of nothingness the entrance towards the bliss The body barely kept together exploring and expanding in all directions together we will see, and only then. Come and let go.

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In this world of sorrow Evidently, the wind blows, away the tannic flames And water dries up its flows Whistles sound like whispers While speeds jag and slows Little breaths puff off As to them, my prayer goes Never experienced anger That run from head to toes Lagging behind in time I am sure everyone knows But a wish for a dream come true That just this night, it snows However, it turns a pity We slim slot to pose Happy like glass thin Accepting a bunch of rose Walking behind an old building Whiping up my leaking nose Sniffing on temptation And in goes the dose Mocking myself with lies Yet, happy to be on toes Rushing winds sing with delight While the sunset aura glows... ©sim

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Jan 10, 2020

Jan 10, 2020 at 1:02 AM UTC

Seema

A Quite Stroll

In this world of sorrow Evidently, the wind blows, away the tannic flames And water dries up its flows Whistles sound like whispers While speeds jag and slows Little breaths puff off As to them, my prayer goes Never experienced anger That run from head to toes Lagging behind in time I am sure everyone knows But a wish for a dream come true That just this night, it snows However, it turns a pity We slim slot to pose Happy like glass thin Accepting a bunch of rose Walking behind an old building Whiping up my leaking nose Sniffing on temptation And in goes the dose Mocking myself with lies Yet, happy to be on toes Rushing winds sing with delight While the sunset aura glows... ©sim

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The early hours of the morning Are a floor stained with Coffee And fifty cents in change. The sky is still dark, And people are still whiping Sleep from their eyes. I’m going to miss her. I’m going to miss her. I thought therapy Thursdays Would never end. But no more tea in colorful mugs, No more tears to match mine, No more meditation together, No more coming in Just as you finish your coffee break. For five years I wasn’t alone. For five years I told myself to just breathe Until Thursday. Now it’s ending, And it’s a Tuesday.

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Mar 12, 2019

Mar 12, 2019 at 6:39 AM UTC

AnonymousFreak

Therapy Thursdays

The early hours of the morning Are a floor stained with Coffee And fifty cents in change. The sky is still dark, And people are still whiping Sleep from their eyes. I’m going to miss her. I’m going to miss her. I thought therapy Thursdays Would never end. But no more tea in colorful mugs, No more tears to match mine, No more meditation together, No more coming in Just as you finish your coffee break. For five years I wasn’t alone. For five years I told myself to just breathe Until Thursday. Now it’s ending, And it’s a Tuesday.

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