Best Hault Poems

The desire grows,
the bond strengthens,
to let you hold me in your arms.

closer.
stronger.

oh, how I'd love to fall asleep in your arms,
for they are safe I know,
warm with comfort.
don't move a muscle,
breathing heavy,
wishing time would come to a hault just for us.
never to let a moment...

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I slash with my sword and I push with my shoulder. Every muscle and every tendon is screaming in agony. I can feel every pressure when my blade makes contact. I’m grunting with passion as I push every extremity to the very breaking point. I...

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"Ain't got no prairie fire worries," 
Bob says to Little Zeke
"Lessen we gits some whar with grass"
And he kicked his horse in the ribs as they entered the pass

A week later they found grass
The cattle were starting to get weak
Samuel called a hault 
And all...

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Lost in confusion
Blurry passage of hope waits
Journey on hault


FOR JOURNEY CONTEST...

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Life Is Like A Maypole
As elegantly as it weaves
Over and under, curtsie if you please

Life is like a Maypole
It sometimes brings you to your knees
As the tine recantar 
Emotions as the breeze
In life you've got to remember

Our lives stand true and tall
There is only one...

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It's hard to read between the lines.
When love entangles, intertwines.
You think that it is your own heart.
But you've been cast to play your part.

Confusion reigns and floods your soul.
Through out the years, it takes it's toll.
You think that love just never dies.
But then you find...

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Lying snake you feed me a lie
Making me feel insane as your untrustworthy and sly
No more trust in you no more you and I
No more hurt feelings or to whisper a cry
Twisting your deeds as if it is all my fault
When confronting you I come...

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Bounds

Over and entercircled, grasping tighter and tighter
Penetrating the lines of my eternity
Orbiting to seize all that I have left
Desirous for more
Neverending infliction 
No slumber shall I ever have
Until the bounds are pacified
How can I claim what I can not see?
The preference of bounds has no...

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No matter what happens to you or to everyone else,
I'm the one that always gets hurt.
I should be used to it,
But sometimes I'm not.

I brush off the pain,
Like it's dust on a shelf.
Hiding behind this mask, is my true feelings.
But a part of me doesn't...

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I bow down to the great Dickens
Whose name has touched every soil,
And whose art has touched every soul,
His  art "Hard Times" has travelled far and wide
When at last built it's castle at Sherubtse college,
Fortuitous me, met his art in the class
And heard all of...

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For the one last time we hugged
Whilst tears rolled down our cheeks,
Our heart longs no departure 
Neither choices leave us free.

We were to depart, no spells could hault
For time alone hath come for us.
We walk meters apart only to turn back
For the final embrace, I...

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After all these years
Have returned these fears.
The nightmares have come again
And there's no way I can win.
I buried them so long ago
Until HE called on the phone.
Thirteen years I kept him away
And now he just reappears one day.

He hurt me so very bad,
Confussing what mind...

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I am sorry, I didn't tell you,
What my heart said long ago.
It said it loved beating for you.
It said its emotions were long due
To be spoken out to you.

I am sorry, I didn't tell you,
That my brain couldn't hault,
Caricaturing your pictures
Hallucinating your images,
Mistaking it as...

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when music associations
hinder your daily cultural existence and evolution,
you cringe at the sound of a lyric.
heart breaks just a bit,
like a rotting house,
cracking,
yearly reaching an inch,
and over time,
accelerating in speed.
but then you come to a hault,
a conscious self identifying conclusion,
that in fact you might, just...

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The armor slides as I undo the clasp
Cold and pained from Winters Grasp.
Dragons yell and fly above,
Falling dead from the strike of love.
A sword in hand and mage in the other,
He casts a spell and releases another.
The pain of miss fire and the sorrow of...

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