Tupelo - Hello Poetry

Today, like most days since you left my bed lies empty The summer of this room has faded to winter your smell has slipped from these sheets I still think about you when bodies come to visit Mistaking their longings for your own and their moans for your sweet songs Hoping that one day you will be the one opening the door returning to bed In the meantime I still have my dreams all of them laced with memories of you

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Nov 18, 2021

Nov 18, 2021 at 11:19 PM UTC

lover

Today, like most days since you left my bed lies empty The summer of this room has faded to winter your smell has slipped from these sheets I still think about you when bodies come to visit Mistaking their longings for your own and their moans for your sweet songs Hoping that one day you will be the one opening the door returning to bed In the meantime I still have my dreams all of them laced with memories of you

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Somedays I wish to be held Not by a lover or in lust But to feel the warmth of another To hear the beating of their chest To know that these arms are wrapped around another body longing to feel alive

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Nov 4, 2021

Nov 4, 2021 at 1:27 AM UTC

Handle with care

Somedays I wish to be held Not by a lover or in lust But to feel the warmth of another To hear the beating of their chest To know that these arms are wrapped around another body longing to feel alive

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Tonight I listened to your story Heard the path you have walked How you took flight with angels And how you came crashing back to earth If I could I wish I could take all the hate in your heart Bury it in some forgotten chest and set it out to sea You say how you've become a shell Battered and bloodied The king of nothings Shackled to a spiteful god who will never know your name You say they only thing you ever loved was the way she made you feel How she flooded your veins and claimed your body like a battlefield And how everyday without her leaves you more hungry than the last

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Nov 4, 2021

Nov 4, 2021 at 1:13 AM UTC

Greg

Tonight I listened to your story Heard the path you have walked How you took flight with angels And how you came crashing back to earth If I could I wish I could take all the hate in your heart Bury it in some forgotten chest and set it out to sea You say how you've become a shell Battered and bloodied The king of nothings Shackled to a spiteful god who will never know your name You say they only thing you ever loved was the way she made you feel How she flooded your veins and claimed your body like a battlefield And how everyday without her leaves you more hungry than the last

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The morgue is filled with all the dead faces I once wore, I am no mortician , The bodies have begun to rot, The men I once claimed to be can no long pass for the real thing, I wore their faces like masks, Played the role that was asked, Encores were demanded, I was not prepared for this, I am no mortician, The bodies have begun to rot, I guess the show goes on, Even with broken things

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Oct 23, 2021

Oct 23, 2021 at 12:43 AM UTC

Morgue

The morgue is filled with all the dead faces I once wore, I am no mortician , The bodies have begun to rot, The men I once claimed to be can no long pass for the real thing, I wore their faces like masks, Played the role that was asked, Encores were demanded, I was not prepared for this, I am no mortician, The bodies have begun to rot, I guess the show goes on, Even with broken things

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1.) It is possible to love something more than you could ever dream of loving yourself 2.) Life without you is getting easier

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Oct 23, 2021

Oct 23, 2021 at 12:15 AM UTC

Things I learned in addiction

1.) It is possible to love something more than you could ever dream of loving yourself 2.) Life without you is getting easier

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If the body had seasons I'd say that this sadness is winter The garden has wilted The creatures have gone Sought shelter and slumber No longer can I hear the rivers They've all frozen over All that remains Are these gods of malice False prophet kings Picking what's left of me To keep their bellies full

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Oct 22, 2021

Oct 22, 2021 at 12:16 AM UTC

Deity

If the body had seasons I'd say that this sadness is winter The garden has wilted The creatures have gone Sought shelter and slumber No longer can I hear the rivers They've all frozen over All that remains Are these gods of malice False prophet kings Picking what's left of me To keep their bellies full

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I'm not even sure what I am writing anymore, A poem? A warning? some fleeting memory? Penning the things inside of me that demand some sort of release How I cried on my drive home as the sky above me melted into a finger painted sunset The shades and shapes there for but a moment The way I heard the words of woman tonight That brought me to my knees Stories that ripped at the fibers of my heart Saying all the things I have tried so desperately to put to page In such an ease that left me reeling The man who stands on his pedestal crying out for the world to listen Knowing he is nothing more but background to those on their morning commute The kiss of a young couple shared along the seawall I wonder if they could taste the salt in the air on each others lips These are things I take for granted These moments in between

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Oct 21, 2021

Oct 21, 2021 at 12:41 AM UTC

Untitled

I'm not even sure what I am writing anymore, A poem? A warning? some fleeting memory? Penning the things inside of me that demand some sort of release How I cried on my drive home as the sky above me melted into a finger painted sunset The shades and shapes there for but a moment The way I heard the words of woman tonight That brought me to my knees Stories that ripped at the fibers of my heart Saying all the things I have tried so desperately to put to page In such an ease that left me reeling The man who stands on his pedestal crying out for the world to listen Knowing he is nothing more but background to those on their morning commute The kiss of a young couple shared along the seawall I wonder if they could taste the salt in the air on each others lips These are things I take for granted These moments in between

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On that day The two of us Sitting beside another On a pier over some river Henry says to me: "Do you ever wonder why there are fish and birds and you and me?" I took a moment Then I said: "No, I don't." And there was silence followed by laughter And more silence So we stayed on that pier on some unimportant river Watching the birds and the fish and doing anything but wonder How they could be

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Oct 19, 2021

Oct 19, 2021 at 1:55 AM UTC

Bubble Gum

On that day The two of us Sitting beside another On a pier over some river Henry says to me: "Do you ever wonder why there are fish and birds and you and me?" I took a moment Then I said: "No, I don't." And there was silence followed by laughter And more silence So we stayed on that pier on some unimportant river Watching the birds and the fish and doing anything but wonder How they could be

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Cut me open Watch my insides drain Saltwater flooding the room Making and island of this bed Poems folded and floating Like little paper ships Destined to sink Back to the floor To rest with the fishes As it once was And so it shall be

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Oct 18, 2021

Oct 18, 2021 at 4:01 PM UTC

Old Haunts

Cut me open Watch my insides drain Saltwater flooding the room Making and island of this bed Poems folded and floating Like little paper ships Destined to sink Back to the floor To rest with the fishes As it once was And so it shall be

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Write a poem with a song in mind. The thoughts, people, places, feelings, that come to mind whenever you hear it. #songchallenge in the tags so we can all read and share. Don't forget to say which song it is too! Love this community, hope you all are well.

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Oct 5, 2021

Oct 5, 2021 at 2:03 AM UTC

#Song challenge

Write a poem with a song in mind. The thoughts, people, places, feelings, that come to mind whenever you hear it. #songchallenge in the tags so we can all read and share. Don't forget to say which song it is too! Love this community, hope you all are well.

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