Poetry By Me

Poetry By Me Hi, my name is Elias Von Hanchi. I am the very own owner of deli production. These are just extra stuff. All content belongs to Elias Von Hanchi.

I do alot of poetry and book writing and all these poetry you'll find here won't be on my book.

07/01/2025

They hate me because I'm talking facts, their faces speaks what they lack.
Yet I never try too treat them whack, I wanted to better their track.
Share wisdom into your pace, that's your race.
Yet everytime it feels like a glaze, like my point is moving slowly out of place.
I just want you to reach my pace, I'm no better, nor am I lesser...
I'm just trying to be a blesser, no stresser.
Yet I see that you cannot let your pride ride, I really don't care what you hide.
Your eyes are reveal what your words wont rise.
I just wanted us to be like a two sided lever, forever.
You pull yours and I pull mine, whenever we're feeling fine.
It's just the known and unknown, I'm just trying to tell you what is truly too belong.

17/11/2023

Through times, I saw my mind, I saw what's designed and what's not, the s**t I thought I forgot was always on the same spot, leaning on my pot like a bottle of poison, drip drip, feeling as I slip, but still I got my mind on my trip, yet no recognition, though I had wisdom to bless, all it caused me was stress and feeling less, so I turned for the next page, feeling phased by what I saw in that place, like a race, I flipped more and more tryna find my core, but all I saw was spores, split like a leaf by the winds motion, turning on me like a looping, yet I walked through cooping, hoping that one day I'd find devotion, yet I didn't see my own rotion of my explosions, I left small imprints, just like a glimpse, having my own, yet a seed in everyone has grown, only time could tell, like a spell of hell, I impale until I saw em all stale by the actions they though there was no reaction, always moving in factions and I said that I'm a king of kings, they though it was just a whim, now they all feel it from within.

13/09/2023

Time has been going, everything I talked about has been shown and... I'm feeling wrong, yet I know this song, it's ticking strong, I want to never be right, this is my flight, such a burden, yet a delight.

I'm looking and I don't even feel shocked, my mind feel gone, like I'm cold, yet bold for staying on hold, waiting for my mode to turn on, yet I need everyone, such a funny way of feeling my sway.

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