QuietCrowPoetry

I enjoy writing poetry. All works of writing are mine.

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Symphony

Watch the sky above, as light shines through the colored glass. Her dress flows beneath Larahei's gaze, to the mother she speaks a symphony.

Dare they preach love? As the shadows whisper in the grass? Sing to her llir, set ablaze the thoughts that these lost scream imfamy.

Look upon the dove, as its voice sails through the brass dawn. Follow how her sacred phrase melts away stress and speaks blissful sincereity.

Watch the sky above, as petals soar over the colored glass. Her dance breathes life's healed gaze, to love herself she marvels a symphony.

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Tales

Tell me the tale of blood and bone. The one of anguish, the one of fleeting thoughts and the one so desolate her scream remains unheard. Tell me the tale of fearful fleetless beats. The one of love, the one of raw warmth and the one opening long passages into relentless devotion. Tell me how these tales intertwine as one. The first breathes turmoil, the second yearns winded passion yet the duo fight amidst foolish grace in unison.

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Her

Sweetened is the voice until a flit of sour gin touches her sickened lips. Mist fiddles with the tongue to hack out burns of sought love. Not whisper nor wail; it heeds no difference to her ravaged mind.

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Whirlwind

Each dilemma gathers  one by one into a whirlwind of wails  and discouraged hope.

What if I stole this lost flame  gleaming like the dark sun? Each spark taps in their own waltz  down the spiral, scampering right back unto  where its attack begun.

The name /Criminal/ would be plastered,  but what claim states /I/ should care? Freedom yells my name past thick  spun smoke;  beckoning through bitter anger  and tales left shattered.  Am I brave enough to make the leap? Or am I subject to persist as a slave?

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Been sick all week and am officially out of queued posts! Don’t know when I’ll get a good creative mindset going again, but I hope after I heal up!

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Fire

Nature healed scars left by scorching fires,  ignited sparks with such intensity;  where attempt and spry  wonders on concern.

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Royalty

Risen high above the clouds, over breathless mist, yells out a man who downs amongst his own twisted, lavished crown. Tension too thick and punished to drift, yield does he as nothing more could sound.

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Caramel

Caramel blush hits marble mornings until the thing they desire devours their poisoned smiles; broken without health.

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Sin

Beauty fiddles through the forest, lost amongst the distraught chants and smears of crimson iron spray and repulsed lust.

Beauty stuck to swim tides of bitter love, writhing into mist boiled and churned by sins of delirious eld.

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Fool

Soft fool proclaimed to innocence, slow to see the secrets that bleed and drench the porcelain colosseum’s deafening laughter.

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Secret

Listen to the rustles beneath the blanket of shade. Follow through withered harmony lost beneath the cracks. Deep secrets thrive in wades of the weeping wind’s rage.

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Today

Tell me today and I will not fight. Tell me tomorrow and the clash of crimson blood and fur will cry out in furious anger with no way to stop against the roaring inward call.

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Cosmos

What if I were to scream out into the cosmos and beyond? I wonder if they’d hear my plea?

Even if they may listen, what makes thou worthy of their response? Go back inside, stop thine needless dreams.

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One Day

Imagine. Imagine a day left all one to itself. One where there is no stress nor havoc fighting against one with sword and shield. One a day with all but peace. With sweet silence may beg for one single day.

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Ocean

Can we take a moment? One to appreciate the depth that live so deep below the moonlit tides?

Such creatures live and die underneath waves of old unbeknownst to human eye, lost secrets and stories one will never know.

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Star Gaze

Why do thine eyes sparkles like a twinkling night by the pond, caught under fabricated waves of make-believe?

They shine so ever bright, capturing me into their glistening cage with the door wide to stumble inside.

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Flight

Flutters of feathers through the eve, Lost past eld ruin and mossy stone. Tendrils and branch twist and weave, trying mightly to block the way of woe. Those prevail and escape into open air. Wings beat again and again as one show.