"yearless" poems - Hello Poetry

Of colors born from depths of human sight? with fingers taking scuffing steps and their raspy breath for years of yearless quest, what gold weigh with a master’s piece made destitute by passion wants? Visions mothering hues and strokes, in blood, tears, and sweat hardening on the canvas, from pockets that solely dreams of bread to sit on the table, would they find the worth? Lo, when the hours covet sleep, but the soul in the soul lay wide awake, and night and day bleed on each other and the yearn chafes his bones no end to be under promise to the craft. “Apologies, but into the word art, simplify not, nor of labels you set a perilous climb to a wicked peak take refuge. For whilst eyes, in liberty, take pleasure in mocking outcomes, the road on the way there taxed the soul flesh pound per pound.”

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Sep 28, 2024

Sep 28, 2024 at 8:32 PM UTC

Erwinism

The Craft

Of colors born from depths of human sight? with fingers taking scuffing steps and their raspy breath for years of yearless quest, what gold weigh with a master’s piece made destitute by passion wants? Visions mothering hues and strokes, in blood, tears, and sweat hardening on the canvas, from pockets that solely dreams of bread to sit on the table, would they find the worth? Lo, when the hours covet sleep, but the soul in the soul lay wide awake, and night and day bleed on each other and the yearn chafes his bones no end to be under promise to the craft. “Apologies, but into the word art, simplify not, nor of labels you set a perilous climb to a wicked peak take refuge. For whilst eyes, in liberty, take pleasure in mocking outcomes, the road on the way there taxed the soul flesh pound per pound.”

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One day weeks to months, 1 year decades of centuries We are ageless dayless yearless call us monthsless We the enemies to time we repel Our love is a story untold It never runs any old. In her absence days feel like years, Yet a year is like a day in her presence. Time apart from her Is as good as time in hell. How old are we? Everyone is curious I blame them not This love is burning Interesting Luring And exciting But I tell them a joke of their ears, We are ageless We have no days weeks or months No years decades of centuries We were born loving each other from afar Our meeting was just a destined fate from start. Red rose of the back rose, It's an amazing journey colouring the roads.

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Feb 4, 2018

Feb 4, 2018 at 4:56 AM UTC

pallang-mofokeng

How old are we?

One day weeks to months, 1 year decades of centuries We are ageless dayless yearless call us monthsless We the enemies to time we repel Our love is a story untold It never runs any old. In her absence days feel like years, Yet a year is like a day in her presence. Time apart from her Is as good as time in hell. How old are we? Everyone is curious I blame them not This love is burning Interesting Luring And exciting But I tell them a joke of their ears, We are ageless We have no days weeks or months No years decades of centuries We were born loving each other from afar Our meeting was just a destined fate from start. Red rose of the back rose, It's an amazing journey colouring the roads.

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I want to feel my life I don’t want to see it from the other side I don’t want to be free of it I just want to be free of all of this I’m not alone Although I feel it Although I am swan-necked, Yearless, Unsinkable, I have Him with me He knows my story He knows I’m stronger than I feel, But sometimes—just sometimes— I feel totally empowered, but I’m stuck powerless

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Aug 1, 2014

Aug 1, 2014 at 12:55 AM UTC

sleepydaisyy

Indecisive

I want to feel my life I don’t want to see it from the other side I don’t want to be free of it I just want to be free of all of this I’m not alone Although I feel it Although I am swan-necked, Yearless, Unsinkable, I have Him with me He knows my story He knows I’m stronger than I feel, But sometimes—just sometimes— I feel totally empowered, but I’m stuck powerless

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