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oursoulsinmotion
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DividedQuantum
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"When we two parted"
by Lord Byron
When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this.
The dew of the morning Sunk chill on my brow— It felt like the warning Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame; I hear thy name spoken, And share in its shame.
They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear; A shudder comes o'er me— Why wert thou so dear? They know not I knew thee, Who knew thee too well:— Long, long shall I rue thee, Too deeply to tell.
In secret we met— In silence I grieve, That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive. If I should meet thee After long years, How should I greet thee?— With silence and tears.
-------------------- Vi Veri Universum Vivus Vici
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Barnaby
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The tree still grows OVER THE VOID Enrooting itself all around An endless labyrinth of WOE!
Welcome to life William Blake. The late. Life goes by very quickly I have learned. Is amazing to me some of the worthless drama some people put to it. My critque of the poem, lol. Song lyrics and poems and stories all come from creativity of the mind and Blake is great at the imagination.
People with none or a sense of humor have made this world dull as fuck.
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DividedQuantum
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France
by Ambrose Bierce
Unhappy State! with horrors still to strive: Thy Hugo dead, thy Boulanger alive; A Prince who'd govern where he dares not dwell, And who for power would his birthright sell Who, anxious o'er his enemies to reign, Grabs at the scepter and conceals the chain; While pugnant factions mutually strive By cutting throats to keep the land alive. Perverse in passion, as in pride perverse To all a mistress, to thyself a curse; Sweetheart of Europe! every sun's embrace Matures the charm and poison of thy grace. Yet time to thee nor peace nor wisdom brings: In blood of citizens and blood of kings The stones of thy stability are set, And the fair fabric trembles at a threat.
-------------------- Vi Veri Universum Vivus Vici
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Fezzgig
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There’s a small part of my heart that’s always sad Part of me that walks with a slow aching step Forever longing The beauty of that To be forever longing Too much joy makes the time pass too quickly A bit of sadness slows things down so you can see it Makes the sun set slower The poison of joy They cannot imagine a beauty in sadness They stay away They never get past the surface When I fall down inside I find new parts It’s like digging for soul’s gold I never want to become a stranger to the downside That which moves me when I cannot be moved The great longing, the great sadness That’s my inspiration Filling the void Filling the grave Filling the time card
-Henry Rollins
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Barnaby
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Re: Post a poem you like [Re: Fezzgig]
#28590834 - 12/20/23 05:53 AM (1 month, 8 days ago) |
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Oh Emily. Shut in writing endless poems. Because she got turned down by a man in the times when marriage, I don't think you could get divorced in those times, was everything?
The Hollywood garbage about her don't waste your time. Is insulting to one's intelligence.
Love it. Though I love the wilderness and the PCT which is a kind of isolation all its own. Where even wildlife are, wow, what the fuck are you doing here. That surprise made me laugh. Take enough psychedelics, to each their own, one in my opinion can read any living thing.
So to the poem. Putting my thoughts together in a way people can understand. I get a lot of shit for my posts but only one really stuck with me.
You might not get what he is saying but he gets what he is saying. Everything now is mean spirited M's and Z's that, watch the latest South Park, shaped by idiotic influencers. AND MAKE SURE YOU CRUSH THAT LIKE AND SUBSCRIBE BUTTON!
But this thread is about poetry. Don't want to get banned from another forum from safe zone shit mods. Times used to be a lot different on the Shroomery.
To the poem.
Hope by Emily
Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all.
I've heard it in the chillest land, And on strangest sea;
Yet never in extremity, It asked a crumb of me.
I like birds. They are free. Everyone wanting crumbs and taking crumbs from others. USA! Everyone come! Welcome to Winter dumb fucks especially in Chicago. Maybe learn what the birds do.
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