Chide Poems - Poems about Chide

Toward Scent fold’s vale they cleaved the green, Where wind runs thick with things unseen. “Is it justice you seek or just her place?” Lotus said, his voice low, draped in grace. The blossoms paused, their vows unsealed, Each plucked petal quaking in truth revealed. For in his oblique gaze, the mirror lay. Become the wound or forge the way. The wound was...

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"Eons back, we feared the petal's grace, called beauty pride, and named it place" "Mistakes were made, but wisdom stayed" said Thallorin,"not every path must be replayed". Each bloom now understood, but still Knowing alone could never kill, The monster born from rootless scar who thrived when petals turned to war. So, stem by stem, with colors waned, they sought the one their fear...

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Beneath the Nefaryes timeless, tangled roots. where dreamscents rot and anger hoots, Pokenose stirs with a spore-slick grin not to charm, but to drag you in. "You reek of want without refrain, of wounds that swell instead of wane" said Rose with petals dull and bare. "Your scent is grief stripped of despair.” “Desire without end is blight,” she sighed, "A bloom that feeds...

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Caelith pulsed in the starless seam, No warmth, just orbit, cold with gleam. “Equality is just a myth,” it sighed, “And safety, merely a dreamleaf dried. A lull to cradle wilt and thrall, For leaves too tender yet to let fall.” Then Lily laughed, a sound half-sung, Like petals bruised but newly sprung. "If truth decays in myths you spin, We’ll plant our wound...

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He looked at Rose not past, but through And said, “What waits will change you too.” She plucked out a petal and handed him. It pulsed between the stem and rim. Rose turned back with nothing said, Her footsteps soft, like vows long shed. Hence the petal breached and then it reached A world where love lay bruised and breached. A petalbreach chime...

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They all circled Lotus, voices steeped in fret, Which no bloom or blade had spoken yet. “She’s not of the ring,” they said without sway, “And what grows apart should not be asked to stay.” Lotus did not smirk, nor cast a scroll, He let their fears complete the role. Then offered nothing but a phrase like tar: "Your unity will take...

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Don’t mind their judgment or wilt for their say— Once mortals behold you, they'll all drift away. You won’t need these petals or roots to remain, You’ll be sung in sonnets, not whispered in vain.” Lotus said all these words with such great love A love too polished, too practiced to shove. It wrapped around Rose like the promise of a...

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They will not honor your fragrant breath They’ll use it as ode, or veil, or death. Not love, but lack—will wear your name, Your petals will ache beneath borrowed fame.” Lotus's voice now split Nefarys in bloom and bone A bloomquake of breath from root to stone. It hummed through husks and whisperseed dark, Not all bent—but some curved toward the crack.” They...

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Before soil met seed or the sun claimed the skies, There bloomed Nefarys, veiled from mortal eyes Here, blossoms rose from memory’s breath, Unbound by season, untouched by death. Tulip leapt bold with a whip of wild cheer, While Sunflower spun where the sky poured clear. Daffodil hummed where the stillness was deep, And Marigold dreamed in the moon’s drowsy sweep. Rose sat...

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At the sound of the national lullaby My face will I hide, O Kirinyaga Will sleep not Your notes laden with saline saliva hammer and bore my ears, your thoughts unfathomable I have lost my breath loving you because my name stems from you Yet you chide me with your shadows that cover my path to you. O...

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I. Beneath the coldest spray of greenish hue Solitude lies entombed in rolling waves And Death a word we try hard to construe While staring into depths of azure graves Solitude lies entombed in rolling waves Speaking a shyly rhythmic soliloquy While staring into depths of azure graves As sirens softly sing, slightly off key Speaking a shyly...

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