"whitness" poems - Hello Poetry

I may fall to pieces soon and you wont even be there I may shatter in sleep and you wont even care I may get carried by the wind and never return But the blackness of your self and whitness of mine can never entwine I may dine with my dolls Form a circle,with a fake hall play dressup one more time before i begin to break One more lie and one more mistake Your black desires,my pure white intentions are destroyed like nothing else matters the hope,the gift its going like a life with no spirit.

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Dec 13, 2013

Dec 13, 2013 at 9:17 AM UTC

heliza-rose

Black And White

I may fall to pieces soon and you wont even be there I may shatter in sleep and you wont even care I may get carried by the wind and never return But the blackness of your self and whitness of mine can never entwine I may dine with my dolls Form a circle,with a fake hall play dressup one more time before i begin to break One more lie and one more mistake Your black desires,my pure white intentions are destroyed like nothing else matters the hope,the gift its going like a life with no spirit.

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They are said To be Just whitness in The sky. That's not how I see them. To me, They are White fluffs of Cotton candy That bring me The wetness of Rain. To me, They are Images that move. Shift. That bring me The clash of Thunder. To me, They are What makes looking At the sky worthit. 'Cause without Those cotton ***** There is only A ceiling of Blue. To me, They are The Sky.

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Jun 23, 2014

Jun 23, 2014 at 2:33 PM UTC

kenedy-ell

Clouds

They are said To be Just whitness in The sky. That's not how I see them. To me, They are White fluffs of Cotton candy That bring me The wetness of Rain. To me, They are Images that move. Shift. That bring me The clash of Thunder. To me, They are What makes looking At the sky worthit. 'Cause without Those cotton ***** There is only A ceiling of Blue. To me, They are The Sky.

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The sound of silence: silence has the emotion of sound silence is the whitness of the cloud silence has the voice of the rain silence is the baackbone of pain silence is the grace within the art silence is like whistle in the dark silence embraces your fear silence deepens your tear silence echoes your mind silence straightens the line silence surrounds the world silence connects with love silence is the strength during the fear silence is the fear behind the strenth silence is like death to the life silence is like a life to the dead

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Feb 5, 2018

Feb 5, 2018 at 5:32 AM UTC

PurviJain

SILENCE

The sound of silence: silence has the emotion of sound silence is the whitness of the cloud silence has the voice of the rain silence is the baackbone of pain silence is the grace within the art silence is like whistle in the dark silence embraces your fear silence deepens your tear silence echoes your mind silence straightens the line silence surrounds the world silence connects with love silence is the strength during the fear silence is the fear behind the strenth silence is like death to the life silence is like a life to the dead

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I remember the day I met you. You looked gorgeous in that black, long dress. Your short, brown hair dancing with the wind. Your white, hypnotic smile paralyzing me. To be honest, I had met you before, in photographs. I was under your spell since then, but that night turned my fantasy into reality. So we talked, we drank, we danced. I couldn't get my eyes off of you. We met again a couple days after that. I waited for you. And waited. And waited. I was only waiting for you. The sand, the ocean, the bright, blue sky. They were all there to whitness my heart racing every time I looked at you. So I build up some courage, and go for it. I ask you on a date. Nothing too fancy. Just a movie with me. "Yes." Movie was awful, but I didn't care. I had spent that time with you. What more could I ask for? Sadly, time to go home came too soon. You were picked up, and offered to drop me off at my place. I kissed you, in the cheek. You didn't complain. I smiled beneath a smile. Once I said goodbye, and crossed the door I jumped, I screamed, I almost even cry of the joy. I couldn't have been happier. I couldn't feel any better. I remember how much in love I was with you. Do you?

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May 13, 2013

May 13, 2013 at 1:08 PM UTC

krusty-aranda

I Remember.

I remember the day I met you. You looked gorgeous in that black, long dress. Your short, brown hair dancing with the wind. Your white, hypnotic smile paralyzing me. To be honest, I had met you before, in photographs. I was under your spell since then, but that night turned my fantasy into reality. So we talked, we drank, we danced. I couldn't get my eyes off of you. We met again a couple days after that. I waited for you. And waited. And waited. I was only waiting for you. The sand, the ocean, the bright, blue sky. They were all there to whitness my heart racing every time I looked at you. So I build up some courage, and go for it. I ask you on a date. Nothing too fancy. Just a movie with me. "Yes." Movie was awful, but I didn't care. I had spent that time with you. What more could I ask for? Sadly, time to go home came too soon. You were picked up, and offered to drop me off at my place. I kissed you, in the cheek. You didn't complain. I smiled beneath a smile. Once I said goodbye, and crossed the door I jumped, I screamed, I almost even cry of the joy. I couldn't have been happier. I couldn't feel any better. I remember how much in love I was with you. Do you?

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Your eyes are filled with heaven Overthrown by hell But with every 'I love you' And every little victory Hell dissolves a bit For the past three months I've been a close whitness of this journey It was magic Your eyes became a little clearer every day They're still a little cloudy, But beautiful Your eyes sparkle like some starry night upon a river filled with moonlight like in all sappy love stories You silence me every time You are my Romeo But with you I don't mind being Juliet Let's leave this place and never come back Weeks, months have passed With you being mine Yet I still can't describe how lucky I am Romeo and Juliet ran away together, just to love Which is a good reason for me though But why don't we bend the rules a little? And be Romeo and Romeo? What do you say?

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Dec 26, 2019

Dec 26, 2019 at 7:52 AM UTC

gothmetalnerd

For Alex

Your eyes are filled with heaven Overthrown by hell But with every 'I love you' And every little victory Hell dissolves a bit For the past three months I've been a close whitness of this journey It was magic Your eyes became a little clearer every day They're still a little cloudy, But beautiful Your eyes sparkle like some starry night upon a river filled with moonlight like in all sappy love stories You silence me every time You are my Romeo But with you I don't mind being Juliet Let's leave this place and never come back Weeks, months have passed With you being mine Yet I still can't describe how lucky I am Romeo and Juliet ran away together, just to love Which is a good reason for me though But why don't we bend the rules a little? And be Romeo and Romeo? What do you say?

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Those Delicate Entrance Leading directly to your Soul. Blinded by the Whitness. Enter I may not now. For I may wait a little more.

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Dec 25, 2018

Dec 25, 2018 at 2:09 PM UTC

mister-n

Entrance.

Those Delicate Entrance Leading directly to your Soul. Blinded by the Whitness. Enter I may not now. For I may wait a little more.

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have i written an offense? perhaps a different question, are the Poles the first, and the last crusaders? no matter... i can write something and then meditate on a windowsill, eyes closed, and then slightly opening them... to release the Hippocratic symbol from either... and there they are, tears as snakes... flowing down my cheeks... tears as snakes slithering down my cheeks... i put on a hospitaller t-shirt and sit hooded, meditating... so why be brought to tears? because chloe was brought to the same altar of conclusions... but i couldn't stage a: cry me a river... due to sclera, the whitness of eggs... that give birth to tears that slither down my cheeks like serpents.

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Mar 27, 2017

Mar 27, 2017 at 8:10 PM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

tears that become snakes (hospitaller t-shirt)

have i written an offense? perhaps a different question, are the Poles the first, and the last crusaders? no matter... i can write something and then meditate on a windowsill, eyes closed, and then slightly opening them... to release the Hippocratic symbol from either... and there they are, tears as snakes... flowing down my cheeks... tears as snakes slithering down my cheeks... i put on a hospitaller t-shirt and sit hooded, meditating... so why be brought to tears? because chloe was brought to the same altar of conclusions... but i couldn't stage a: cry me a river... due to sclera, the whitness of eggs... that give birth to tears that slither down my cheeks like serpents.

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