Submissions by Fiftysevenhours
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm growing..
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Repose
Beside one another we rest
A mass of limbs undressed
Slumber holds our bodies bound
In a haze of peace redressed
A mass of limbs undressed
Slumber holds our bodies bound
In a haze of peace redressed
#love
#peace
#sleep #passion
#sleep #passion
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Rhythm
If a chord can lift a soul
A song a heart
Your voice will rend this world apart.
A song a heart
Your voice will rend this world apart.
#love
#music
#LongDistanceRelationship
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Haunting
#love
#dreams
#nature #mystery
#nature #mystery
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High Winds
In the quiet mines of the mind
Whispers calling songs of ancient longing
In the dark, thoughts do stir against the brace of day
The state of vicissitude and the tides it brings
Strap the sails against the wind
Against the sea their is no point but to ride it's waves hence and forth
In some states all there is absence
And a measured balance of its weight.
Whispers calling songs of ancient longing
In the dark, thoughts do stir against the brace of day
The state of vicissitude and the tides it brings
Strap the sails against the wind
Against the sea their is no point but to ride it's waves hence and forth
In some states all there is absence
And a measured balance of its weight.
#strength
#LifeStruggles
#patience #determination
#patience #determination
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Breaking Storm
From land or sea
By action a magnitude of moments
Between rising fronts
Brought to bare
I came to be
Here where I fell
I was meant to be
The final act in all
Was but the slightest shift if all
A sum of weight
That could not wait
Or dispensate
Began to fall
In the torrents berate
What was once before
Fell before
And devastations bore
Children upon its wake
Cast to sea by a wind of scorn
What ills and tides will be despised
What thrills and lives will stand to rise
Will only be known in...
By action a magnitude of moments
Between rising fronts
Brought to bare
I came to be
Here where I fell
I was meant to be
The final act in all
Was but the slightest shift if all
A sum of weight
That could not wait
Or dispensate
Began to fall
In the torrents berate
What was once before
Fell before
And devastations bore
Children upon its wake
Cast to sea by a wind of scorn
What ills and tides will be despised
What thrills and lives will stand to rise
Will only be known in...
#breakup
#conflict
#myself #MovingOn
#myself #MovingOn
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