kat lykke
kat lykke
Aug 23, 2013

for every fragile memory
i visit
time is wasted
and i am foolish enough
to let it happen
repeatedly
because i am convinced
that we had a moment
in between sarcasm
and cockiness

you let me see through
your disguise
though you did not
and then you left me
craving for more
ache for attention
i was not entitled to

(k.w)

i'm sorry.
Bibhu
Bibhu
Oct 23, 2013

I closed my eyes
And tried to wake up
In a world that’s too far away
That struck from above.
Taunting me with honed voices,
Not a single was distinct.
How cruel were those noises!
With every possible hint
In an alienating stint
followed by the clue
It came as on cue
And I heard that song
Of stories not heard for long.
Then I stumbled upon the truth,
‘We all go places that we may never belong.’

Liam
Liam
May 17, 2013      May 19, 2013

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Poetry Club discussion questions available upon request.

Just an absurd response to wondering if my poems are too vague to check the Explicit? box before saving.

It is quite possible
to learn much about the outside World
by not interfering;
though it can be by action
that much becomes clear
about one's Self:

be able to learn from the negative space:
it is most of what there is to experience.

Based on a write in my pocket notebook, writ with a calligraphy pen.
JoBe Arenas
JoBe Arenas
May 8      May 9

Take a banana
Peel it
Dice it
Put it aside

If you thought this
Was a recipe
It is
For a disaster

Take a banana
Peel it
Dice it
Put it inside

A little clever poem on bananas
#cliche   #recipe   #implied   #clever   #banana   #witty   #implicit   #risque  
ng in the scene of my life, having your implicit presence as a reminder of how utterly i
Mariam Bazzi
May 15, 2013

I want you to be the exception to the rule.
To be the silent c sitting in the scene of my life, having your implicit presence as a reminder of how utterly incomplete I’d be without you.

into innate  implicit  meanings;
LiRoy Lourenco
Jun 10, 2010

your subtle reassurance
make me smile
simple words on the back of a postcard
'dive me'  - to dwell into my subconscious
into innate  implicit  meanings;

I am an artist
lost in the dark
a child
painting my perception
on my window
of the world
my judgement
my aspirations
my
ellipses...

- From 'Love, Life and everything in between' (3)
your glow implicit
JC Patterson
JC Patterson
Dec 20, 2011

a wind blew through it
as goggly-eyed as I could
(or would not) it did

your glow implicit
in a blush rose as firewood
against a cool itch

at dawn though I sit
here and hack lines in its groove
(the hand you dismissed)

Implicit splendour in the colour of the day
Helios Rietberg
Helios Rietberg
Nov 19, 2012

Implicit splendour in the colour of the day
and moonlight reflecting just gently

corals and shadows flitting abound
dyeing the darkest shades of blue

and clouds of cotton spraying through the light
sweeping the horizons of eternity

love in the eyes of the sun in sight
our tossed whispers lining the days––––––

© Helios Rietberg, November 2012
should, rather, be implicit
Anubis the Philosomancer

In a world
where One being explicit is bad,
perhaps One
should, rather, be implicit
so people can impart their own meaning
and offend themselves,
'cause they seem to fucking keen
to get offended either way.

 
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