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"whoe" poems
Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan For that deep wound it gives my friend and me! Is’t not enough to torture me alone, But slave to slavery my sweet’st friend must be? Me from my self thy cruel eye hath taken, And my next self thou harder hast engrossed. Of him, myself, and thee I am forsaken— A torment thrice threefold thus to be crossed. Prison my heart in thy steel bosom’s ward, But then my friend’s heart let my poor heart bail; Whoe’er keeps me, let my heart be his guard, Thou canst not then use rigour in my jail. And yet thou wilt; for I, being pent in thee, Perforce am thine, and all that is in me.
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Sonnet 133: Beshrew That Heart That Makes My Heart To Groan
I loved him not; and yet, now he is gone, I feel I am alone. I check'd him while he spoke; yet, could he speak, Alas! I would not check. For reasons not to love him once I sought, And wearied all my thought To vex myself and him: I now would give My love could he but live Who lately lived for me, and, when he found 'Twas vain, in holy ground He hid his face amid the shades of death! I waste for him my breath Who wasted his for me! but mine returns, And this torn ***** burns With stifling heat, heaving it up in sleep, And waking me to weep Tears that had melted his soft heart: for years Wept he as bitter tears! Merciful God! such was his latest prayer, These may she never share. Quieter is his breath, his breast more cold, Than daisies in the mould, Where children spell, athwart the churchyard gate, His name and life's brief date. Pray for him, gentle souls, whoe'er you be, And oh! pray too for me!
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The Maid's Lament
O Counsel! Now I am bound to withdraw, I must - for there is no prudent rhyme or Melody that I might compose, save awe Or list’ning silence, unless to the door You lead me, and open it as well, for Guidance and discerning are yours, and none save you directing has e’er glory won. O Counsel! I may distinguish right from Left, but no more; to mark right from wrong, such Judgement belongs to thee. Life’s very drum Beats in or out of tune, little or much, According to thy reckoning; your touch Is my rule, for whate’er song the world sings, Thou alone art the measure of all things. O Counsel! Hear me, and to me descend! Sweet Prudence! Guard against folly and fad! Good Judgement, on whom I wholly depend! Decisions without thee are all but mad, The path which follows thee is sweet and glad! Advisor, as discreet as thou art great, Whoe’er seeks thy word second, asks too late!
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Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 2:00 PM UTC
O Consilium
The moment before total disaster is  surreal. Now all I have is the shadow of her love. It strolls the  back-roads of my desires. It smiles lovingly then vanishes between my fingers just as warm as before.  No more. A sad day when she was unable to play the waiting game. Waiting for just a speck of what she gave in immeasurable volume. Waiting. HELLO GIRL IT'S BEEN AWHILE. Guess you'l be glad to know That Iv'e learned how to laugh and smile. Getting over you was slow. They say old lovers can be good friends but I never thought that Id see you again, I'd really see you again. I go crazy, when I look in your eyes I still go crazy. No my heart just cant hide, that old feelin inside way deep down inside Wo-u baby. You know when I look in your eyes, I go crazy. You say he satisfies your mind. Tells you all of his dreams. I know how much that means to you. I realize that I was blind, but just when I thought I was over you. I see your face and it just aint true. No it just aint true, I go crazy when I look in your eyes I still go crazy. That old flame comes alive it starts  burning inside way deep down inside. Ooh baby. You know when I look in your eyes I go crazy. Whoe-ho. Whoe ho-ho. I go crazy. You know when I look in your eyes I go crazy.No my heart just cant hide. That old feelin inside,way deep down inside I go crazy.
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Dec 10, 2012
Dec 10, 2012 at 5:16 AM UTC
Brinksman
i feel like every breath i take when i am angry fill with smoke that takes my soul away. every mistake i have made brings me and you closer. i want answer's that will tell me the truth. why do i have a demonic life with smoke that fills my lungs! how angry do you have to make me till i lose control and go on a rampage. how long before i can get my own soul back.i am a demonic being that will take a life and rote it to death. i stand alone with anger that spits all your ******* lies out. im going to lose control and show this world what life with out a soul will be like when all you breath smoke in your lungs that destroy you life roting your mind away wiht only ANGER HATRED DISPISE smoke filling my lungs with only anger and ****** off. i dont stand along with the crowd i stand alone away from societys ***** triks. my demonic life has nothing but darkness that writes my life storie of what its like to be in hell. smoke fills my lungs cause thats whats going to happen when you trade your soul for what ever greed needs so trace my foot steps ill dissapear like the sun dose every day. smoke fills my lungs cause i'm just a broken soul that has no where to go exept rain hell onto those whoe made my life misrable enstead
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Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 1:18 PM UTC
smoke filling my lungs
When the leaves fall and cover the concrete with their daring script, we pause to read their asemic form, a kind of language universal lodged deep in our unconscious minds. With curve and line, join and stem, these nothing words reform again with each gust of wind. Or pinioned by grass and rain these natural letters in the language of leaves remain - in situ - and slowly curl and colour, shimmer with dew, glisten in sunlight, revealing their inscription, thus: *O friend whoe’er you are I feel through every leaf The pressure of your hand, Which I return, And thus upon our journey Linked together, let us go.*
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Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 12:57 PM UTC
Conclusion to The Language of Leaves
I cant bring myself to forgive you. Although you forgave me for the same thing. I cant believe the words I heard, The words that keep changing. I love you, I really do. But, she had something that night. That you just couldnt provide. Real love, real feelings, but you didnt want that.. You wanted a one night stand. A real woman, something I'm not. A real woman to lay it down. Not the one at home . You wanted to play her game . While I did the right thing. A real woman she was that night. A secret you would never tell. A moment in ur life u planned on hiding. Honesty, isn't what I got, I got A lie after a lie. All for that moment u had with a real woman. But, let me tell you the truth. What you had wasnt a real woman. I was the real woman. The real woman you lied to. The real woman you still push away. A real woman with real feelings. What you got was a whoe. A whoe that thought she was real. A whoe that was really trash. While you had the real thing. Something so real she wouldn't lay down with a whoe. A ****** whoe, like her. So, what am I to do now?? Besides take out the trash. Put it in the dumpster and move on with my life... Are forgive you, like you did me?? Although I was completely honest, Not a lie out my mouth. Just honesty. What should I do?? What will I do?? Are the things I ask myself. While you walk around like nothing .happened. What should I do??
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Jun 29, 2018
Jun 29, 2018 at 12:10 PM UTC
A Real Woman
i cant keep up with all theses faces in my eyes. i cant keep up when all i want to rip my hair out and scream my lungs out. all the papers in life you might as well just signe your soul away with out reading the following dangers. what would i say when i have finally snaped and went crazy. my life is quiet and tranquill. but my mind is screaming in hell like i plane that has lost contole and is spiralling out of control. i dont show any emotion but my mind is screaming from the new waves of hell that has unleashed a dark enity over me that will sufficat any one in its path.. every exam in my way makes me want to go insane and lose controll just being low means you cant rise but i cant keep up with the pase but theres nothing tat lies a head just a black obiss that never ends of hell. my mind is breaking and all i want to is to tear apart any one whoe will slow me down. i know i am crazy insane psychotic and thrill seeking. all i kn0w is my mind is screaming with no regret so **** the rest im going to set this world on fire even if my mind is screming to make the point of your own demize.
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Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 9:32 AM UTC
my mind is screaming!!!!!!!
Whoe'ver the still examines, must define The wond'rous shifts of the immortal Time; To kindly witness, the graybeard's silent gaze From youth to age, from guidebook to learned ways. Divided only by the fixed life stage, The youth consults, and the elderly explain. Slow the transition when the hours date, From mighty Boy's knees to old aching gait. While for the Old Man's loss the Young Boy gains, Old Men comfort and Young Boys wisdom attains. Here Boy listens to the old learned ways, There in silent gaze wistful hungry boyhood stays. Mem'ries and rememb'ring give time for time, And young knees below, and old above climb. While simple youngster shake the leg of old, Experienced veteran like prophet hold, Eager minds and submission mix their servile roles, Lads and Late in waiting for their parole. Smiles and sighs, proverbs and plays life abound, And form a life-cycle that goes round and round.
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Nov 23, 2021
Nov 23, 2021 at 4:50 PM UTC
An Ekphrastic poem on Fallon Horne's Photograph "Youth and Age"
Truth is your a whoe A genuine all in deep kind of whoe I honestly don't know why I fell for a whoe like you Purity is nothing for you Your certainly a whoe who keeps entertaining all the boys Fact is you will never love a real man You wouldn't know how to respect.my candor Your that kind of whoe A whoe who we can't turn into a house wife Cause who as dont act right Kinda whoe Truth is I pray for you Truth is your a whoe
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Apr 15, 2018
Apr 15, 2018 at 5:39 PM UTC
Truth Is....