Hast Poems - Poems about Hast

Voices cloud my head talking over one another, hermetic scales of illusion are composing still here, there and over there but then I needed saving, I yell aloud but no one comes but I get stares and vindictiveness so I've no choice but to validate myself and push on. Furthermore, I yell once again but...

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Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani? “Why Hast thou”? My unripe hairy-brain makes its claim to be the image of its Father. My vision today could turn a green leaf brown, or scorn itself, seeing only the thoughts that feed it. Forsaken… The melodrama is delicious. Why? Why do I tilt my head like a bird trying to see its reflection in the...

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Years of loneliness; She hast lived a life of no aspiration Everyday yearning for closure at the next station Dreaming everyday of the hopelessness cure My Rebecca, Thy Hast Waited For Me To Rescue Her She reaps the suffering and lots of pain Not finding her one true love from Moscow to Maine Praying everyday with such intensity; such words of...

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Heart o Silver, doth thou dither? About the stars, or planets blither? O grateful gods, become so weary, Heart o silver, hast left thee teary. Glaciated by wind and storm, Nevermore, thy heart be warm....

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How hast thou shaped me? Let me now declare. Thou hast shaped me from the muck, mud and the mire and loved me with a love that can inspire. Thou hast shaped me with life, by giving me air. Thou hast shaped me with love, when all did not care. Thou hast shaped me with God’s flame and with God’s...

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thou hast made me as thy hand tool, Shall thy forsake me under the bridge? shall thou allow thy hand work wasted? you formed me in my mother womb when i was water and blood And thou proclaimed and declared good thing upon me Thou honoured and adorned me like a gold Then why liveth me to suffer under the sultry sun Allow...

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Thou hast made my life smooth So crooked! All is well sooth Like flowers of barbados Laid on the green grass of parados Why is it so? I bid to know For there is utter rest in my soul Oh creator! What do i believe? The hula hoop or gravity's grieve My greatest fear is the fall Help me oh lord! Help to stand...

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Children of Adam... why hast thou forgotten reverential love besoughten ? Upright ye walk, but now downtrodden foresaken art thou due allotted... Material pleasures hamper thee render thee,I so implore, explore,absorb this natural splendor temporary vanities beauty, ...memories acclaimed adore, trees doth beareth fruit aplenty water floweth wholesome freely honey sweetened colors bloom silken lustre natures loom.... What must be done dear children of Adam, why hast thou forgotten ?...

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