adagio
Poem Published
29th Dec 2023 4:47pm
29th Dec 2023 4:47pm
Deeper Than The Pelion
Deeper than the Pelion Sea
and still waters of twilight
sweeter than ambrosia
vanishing sins
aches and pains
exonerating the flame
of dark's misguided fools
while listening to the innocent
deeper than the Pelion Sea
and still waters of twilight
sweeter than ambrosia
vanishing sins
aches and pains
exonerating the flame
of dark's misguided fools
while listening to the innocent
deeper than the Pelion Sea
#forgiveness
#philosophical
168 reads
4 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
29th Dec 2023 4:47pm
29th Dec 2023 4:47pm
Deeper Than The Pelion
Deeper than the Pelion Sea
and still waters of twilight
sweeter than ambrosia
vanishing sins
aches and pains
exonerating the flame
of dark's misguided fools
while listening to the innocent
deeper than the Pelion Sea
and still waters of twilight
sweeter than ambrosia
vanishing sins
aches and pains
exonerating the flame
of dark's misguided fools
while listening to the innocent
deeper than the Pelion Sea
#forgiveness
#philosophical
168 reads
4 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
20th Nov 2020 12:04pm
20th Nov 2020 12:04pm
We’ll Cross That Bridge When We Build It
how do we cross
a burned-out bridge
that’s been washed away
from the middle?
so much water flows beneath,
my feet are wet
so much blood stains the river,
my hands are red
the stacks of wood
stored on both sides
would have made
quick work of small repairs;
but afraid of giving
too much of ourselves,
we refused to share ~
fiercely protecting our pieces
until we fractured,
becoming the sharp...
a burned-out bridge
that’s been washed away
from the middle?
so much water flows beneath,
my feet are wet
so much blood stains the river,
my hands are red
the stacks of wood
stored on both sides
would have made
quick work of small repairs;
but afraid of giving
too much of ourselves,
we refused to share ~
fiercely protecting our pieces
until we fractured,
becoming the sharp...
#love
#grief
#forgiveness #healing
#forgiveness #healing
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16 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
20th Nov 2020 12:04pm
20th Nov 2020 12:04pm
We’ll Cross That Bridge When We Build It
how do we cross
a burned-out bridge
that’s been washed away
from the middle?
so much water flows beneath,
my feet are wet
so much blood stains the river,
my hands are red
the stacks of wood
stored on both sides
would have made
quick work of small repairs;
but afraid of giving
too much of ourselves,
we refused to share ~
fiercely protecting our pieces
until we fractured,
becoming the sharp...
a burned-out bridge
that’s been washed away
from the middle?
so much water flows beneath,
my feet are wet
so much blood stains the river,
my hands are red
the stacks of wood
stored on both sides
would have made
quick work of small repairs;
but afraid of giving
too much of ourselves,
we refused to share ~
fiercely protecting our pieces
until we fractured,
becoming the sharp...
#love
#grief
#forgiveness #healing
#forgiveness #healing
206 reads
16 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
20th Nov 2020 12:04pm
20th Nov 2020 12:04pm
We’ll Cross That Bridge When We Build It
how do we cross
a burned-out bridge
that’s been washed away
from the middle?
so much water flows beneath,
my feet are wet
so much blood stains the river,
my hands are red
the stacks of wood
stored on both sides
would have made
quick work of small repairs;
but afraid of giving
too much of ourselves,
we refused to share ~
fiercely protecting our pieces
until we fractured,
becoming the sharp...
a burned-out bridge
that’s been washed away
from the middle?
so much water flows beneath,
my feet are wet
so much blood stains the river,
my hands are red
the stacks of wood
stored on both sides
would have made
quick work of small repairs;
but afraid of giving
too much of ourselves,
we refused to share ~
fiercely protecting our pieces
until we fractured,
becoming the sharp...
#love
#grief
#forgiveness #healing
#forgiveness #healing
206 reads
16 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
20th Nov 2020 12:04pm
20th Nov 2020 12:04pm
We’ll Cross That Bridge When We Build It
how do we cross
a burned-out bridge
that’s been washed away
from the middle?
so much water flows beneath,
my feet are wet
so much blood stains the river,
my hands are red
the stacks of wood
stored on both sides
would have made
quick work of small repairs;
but afraid of giving
too much of ourselves,
we refused to share ~
fiercely protecting our pieces
until we fractured,
becoming the sharp...
a burned-out bridge
that’s been washed away
from the middle?
so much water flows beneath,
my feet are wet
so much blood stains the river,
my hands are red
the stacks of wood
stored on both sides
would have made
quick work of small repairs;
but afraid of giving
too much of ourselves,
we refused to share ~
fiercely protecting our pieces
until we fractured,
becoming the sharp...
#love
#grief
#forgiveness #healing
#forgiveness #healing
206 reads
16 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
25th Sep 2024 6:39am
25th Sep 2024 6:39am
remOrse
The skeletons of the past must not hold back the dream of a new life, even
though fear and regret, guilt and remorse may unsettle us during the effort to
give our future a new home.”—Erik Pevernagie
i have no time to stop and count
the number of the wrongs,
or measure the intensity
of all the harm i’ve caused;
to test how high i’ve placed myself
above the needs of throngs,
or fathom depths i’ve stooped to hurt
poor men whose...
though fear and regret, guilt and remorse may unsettle us during the effort to
give our future a new home.”—Erik Pevernagie
i have no time to stop and count
the number of the wrongs,
or measure the intensity
of all the harm i’ve caused;
to test how high i’ve placed myself
above the needs of throngs,
or fathom depths i’ve stooped to hurt
poor men whose...
#forgiveness
#ImSorry
#LifeChangingMoment
#rebirth
#regret
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cabcool
Poem Published
25th Sep 2024 6:39am
25th Sep 2024 6:39am
remOrse
The skeletons of the past must not hold back the dream of a new life, even
though fear and regret, guilt and remorse may unsettle us during the effort to
give our future a new home.”—Erik Pevernagie
i have no time to stop and count
the number of the wrongs,
or measure the intensity
of all the harm i’ve caused;
to test how high i’ve placed myself
above the needs of throngs,
or fathom depths i’ve stooped to hurt
poor men whose...
though fear and regret, guilt and remorse may unsettle us during the effort to
give our future a new home.”—Erik Pevernagie
i have no time to stop and count
the number of the wrongs,
or measure the intensity
of all the harm i’ve caused;
to test how high i’ve placed myself
above the needs of throngs,
or fathom depths i’ve stooped to hurt
poor men whose...
#forgiveness
#ImSorry
#LifeChangingMoment
#rebirth
#regret
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0 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
25th Sep 2024 6:39am
25th Sep 2024 6:39am
remOrse
The skeletons of the past must not hold back the dream of a new life, even
though fear and regret, guilt and remorse may unsettle us during the effort to
give our future a new home.”—Erik Pevernagie
i have no time to stop and count
the number of the wrongs,
or measure the intensity
of all the harm i’ve caused;
to test how high i’ve placed myself
above the needs of throngs,
or fathom depths i’ve stooped to hurt
poor men whose...
though fear and regret, guilt and remorse may unsettle us during the effort to
give our future a new home.”—Erik Pevernagie
i have no time to stop and count
the number of the wrongs,
or measure the intensity
of all the harm i’ve caused;
to test how high i’ve placed myself
above the needs of throngs,
or fathom depths i’ve stooped to hurt
poor men whose...
#forgiveness
#ImSorry
#LifeChangingMoment
#rebirth
#regret
74 reads
0 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
25th Sep 2024 6:39am
25th Sep 2024 6:39am
remOrse
The skeletons of the past must not hold back the dream of a new life, even
though fear and regret, guilt and remorse may unsettle us during the effort to
give our future a new home.”—Erik Pevernagie
i have no time to stop and count
the number of the wrongs,
or measure the intensity
of all the harm i’ve caused;
to test how high i’ve placed myself
above the needs of throngs,
or fathom depths i’ve stooped to hurt
poor men whose...
though fear and regret, guilt and remorse may unsettle us during the effort to
give our future a new home.”—Erik Pevernagie
i have no time to stop and count
the number of the wrongs,
or measure the intensity
of all the harm i’ve caused;
to test how high i’ve placed myself
above the needs of throngs,
or fathom depths i’ve stooped to hurt
poor men whose...
#forgiveness
#ImSorry
#LifeChangingMoment
#rebirth
#regret
74 reads
0 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
25th Sep 2024 6:39am
25th Sep 2024 6:39am
remOrse
The skeletons of the past must not hold back the dream of a new life, even
though fear and regret, guilt and remorse may unsettle us during the effort to
give our future a new home.”—Erik Pevernagie
i have no time to stop and count
the number of the wrongs,
or measure the intensity
of all the harm i’ve caused;
to test how high i’ve placed myself
above the needs of throngs,
or fathom depths i’ve stooped to hurt
poor men whose...
though fear and regret, guilt and remorse may unsettle us during the effort to
give our future a new home.”—Erik Pevernagie
i have no time to stop and count
the number of the wrongs,
or measure the intensity
of all the harm i’ve caused;
to test how high i’ve placed myself
above the needs of throngs,
or fathom depths i’ve stooped to hurt
poor men whose...
#forgiveness
#ImSorry
#LifeChangingMoment
#rebirth
#regret
74 reads
0 Comments
MadameLavender
Poem Published
28th Dec 2023 10:44pm
28th Dec 2023 10:44pm
Jesus Did It, Best
Quite the plan, it was--
to forgive
and exterminate every sin
past, present and future.
You see,
if something isn't alive
and flesh,
how can it be physically killed?
That's where the cup of iniquity
came in handy--
fill it with every murder,
lie, theft, deceitful thing,
you name it,
then drink it.....
It became part of you.
Flesh--
as it absorbed into the blood
infusing tissue,
part of life, alive
then it was game on.
Allow your own creation
to kill you
with...
to forgive
and exterminate every sin
past, present and future.
You see,
if something isn't alive
and flesh,
how can it be physically killed?
That's where the cup of iniquity
came in handy--
fill it with every murder,
lie, theft, deceitful thing,
you name it,
then drink it.....
It became part of you.
Flesh--
as it absorbed into the blood
infusing tissue,
part of life, alive
then it was game on.
Allow your own creation
to kill you
with...
#forgiveness
159 reads
4 Comments
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