elouise - Hello Poetry

I wouldn’t say I stopped loving you or missing you But it became softer, like a healed bruise that’s still tender when pressed I view you in a light that warms my round cheeks, honeyed and gentle And if I were to see you again, I’d tell you I would’ve loved every wrinkle you gained if it meant I could still be with you And I couldn’t have been more vulnerable because there was a time limit and to love with a time limit is to love with a ceiling I had to contain my love for a person who, if you had stripped me down until the ivory shine of my bones remained, you would have found them swollen with love for you Memories of vanilla macaroons and sitting beneath a bandstand in Savannah’s sultry air come back in glimpses, and I catch myself giggling That’s how I know this grief has become easier to hold

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Sep 16, 2025

Sep 16, 2025 at 12:56 AM UTC

Breaches

I wouldn’t say I stopped loving you or missing you But it became softer, like a healed bruise that’s still tender when pressed I view you in a light that warms my round cheeks, honeyed and gentle And if I were to see you again, I’d tell you I would’ve loved every wrinkle you gained if it meant I could still be with you And I couldn’t have been more vulnerable because there was a time limit and to love with a time limit is to love with a ceiling I had to contain my love for a person who, if you had stripped me down until the ivory shine of my bones remained, you would have found them swollen with love for you Memories of vanilla macaroons and sitting beneath a bandstand in Savannah’s sultry air come back in glimpses, and I catch myself giggling That’s how I know this grief has become easier to hold

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The sappy air stuck to my skin like melted sugar I looked down and spotted a ladybug restful upon me She tucked in her wings and began to explore a new horizon of olive tanned skin- a remnant of the friendly banter between skin and the days honeyed light Where was she headed? A playful breeze danced with the Spanish moss draped from the branches She clutched the unshaven hairs on my thighs like children do when hanging from monkey bars Love is, cupping my hands around her, blocking the force that makes my hair stick to my lips

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Jul 28, 2025

Jul 28, 2025 at 11:38 PM UTC

A bugs life

The sappy air stuck to my skin like melted sugar I looked down and spotted a ladybug restful upon me She tucked in her wings and began to explore a new horizon of olive tanned skin- a remnant of the friendly banter between skin and the days honeyed light Where was she headed? A playful breeze danced with the Spanish moss draped from the branches She clutched the unshaven hairs on my thighs like children do when hanging from monkey bars Love is, cupping my hands around her, blocking the force that makes my hair stick to my lips

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Some of the times, I was spilling over the brim with love, giddiness, or when giggles bubbled through my lips. When you asked me if you could take me to Chicago. Yes. Over and over again. We rescued a dog on Rutledge Ave. Cotton was his name. This may be premature. From how I feel about you right now, I'd travel around the world with you, giggling, dancing, so much kissing, splitting desserts And I really hope it happens in my life. Slipping into the corners of Chicago, where the curve of your face feels familiar to those around you, learning about you. There's so much I want to know. I'll think of you anytime I hear the word "Chicago," and a smirk will climb from the corner of my lips. This time with you has felt like the equivalent of a warm blanket pulled out of the dryer, wrapped around my cheeks. I can assure you I haven't felt unsure about you. I like the freckles on the bridge of your nose; some say freckles are kisses from angels. Lucky you When we danced cheek to cheek in my room, you said, "I've never danced cheek to cheek with anyone before." When you told me how lucky you felt that you got to meet me, I cried. You kept taking fake to-go orders from McDonald's, and they all got delivered as kisses on my wet cheeks. The day after you left, I was talking to the mailman, and I was so upset. He told me a story of when he was 26, living in Hawaii, and this girl at the time, now his current wife, came to visit him. For two weeks, they traveled the island together, and when she left, he lay on the beach and watched her plane take off back to Providence. He said, "So I know how you feel. I cried like a baby, and it's ok to miss someone, and it's ok to feel sad." I smiled and cried some more. You're in Michigan, getting ready for your brother's wedding, and today I walked past a couple sitting on a bench at Colonial Lake, pressed against each other, they had no interest in the world around them. That feeling felt so foreign to me for months, until I met you. It's so early and premature, but I believe in every lifetime, I'd want this person to be mine. Thank you, with every ounce of love I have within me, wrung out and twisted through

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Jul 28, 2025

Jul 28, 2025 at 4:24 PM UTC

Part time

Some of the times, I was spilling over the brim with love, giddiness, or when giggles bubbled through my lips. When you asked me if you could take me to Chicago. Yes. Over and over again. We rescued a dog on Rutledge Ave. Cotton was his name. This may be premature. From how I feel about you right now, I'd travel around the world with you, giggling, dancing, so much kissing, splitting desserts And I really hope it happens in my life. Slipping into the corners of Chicago, where the curve of your face feels familiar to those around you, learning about you. There's so much I want to know. I'll think of you anytime I hear the word "Chicago," and a smirk will climb from the corner of my lips. This time with you has felt like the equivalent of a warm blanket pulled out of the dryer, wrapped around my cheeks. I can assure you I haven't felt unsure about you. I like the freckles on the bridge of your nose; some say freckles are kisses from angels. Lucky you When we danced cheek to cheek in my room, you said, "I've never danced cheek to cheek with anyone before." When you told me how lucky you felt that you got to meet me, I cried. You kept taking fake to-go orders from McDonald's, and they all got delivered as kisses on my wet cheeks. The day after you left, I was talking to the mailman, and I was so upset. He told me a story of when he was 26, living in Hawaii, and this girl at the time, now his current wife, came to visit him. For two weeks, they traveled the island together, and when she left, he lay on the beach and watched her plane take off back to Providence. He said, "So I know how you feel. I cried like a baby, and it's ok to miss someone, and it's ok to feel sad." I smiled and cried some more. You're in Michigan, getting ready for your brother's wedding, and today I walked past a couple sitting on a bench at Colonial Lake, pressed against each other, they had no interest in the world around them. That feeling felt so foreign to me for months, until I met you. It's so early and premature, but I believe in every lifetime, I'd want this person to be mine. Thank you, with every ounce of love I have within me, wrung out and twisted through

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Honeybee, honeybee Tender in the world blue She’d allow hummingbirds to sip sugar from the pits of her veins They’d nest in the soft waves of her long dark hair, that sticks to her lips when the wind blows An authentic woman Bare faced, beautiful plain skin Varicose veins popped on her softened cheeks Roman nose, dark features Promenade eyebrows And dimples that dance when she smiles Her body is similar to the one’s crafted from marble in Italy Hippier than most, our mom would say When she tries on a cream silk dress cradles her waist

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Jul 28, 2025

Jul 28, 2025 at 3:59 PM UTC

Hannah

Honeybee, honeybee Tender in the world blue She’d allow hummingbirds to sip sugar from the pits of her veins They’d nest in the soft waves of her long dark hair, that sticks to her lips when the wind blows An authentic woman Bare faced, beautiful plain skin Varicose veins popped on her softened cheeks Roman nose, dark features Promenade eyebrows And dimples that dance when she smiles Her body is similar to the one’s crafted from marble in Italy Hippier than most, our mom would say When she tries on a cream silk dress cradles her waist

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He lay, slumber, neck perched against the wooden desk covered in a sage silky cloth. Teeth rested against his bottom lips. Through the gap between his teeth is a low-pitched breathing, like a tea kettle finishing its brew in the rhythm of the rise and fall of his stomach. While his thick eyebrows resemble their origin contradicting to the bristly stubble on his head, parading his full cheeks that melt into his quivering chin. His thighs represent the one’s of his mothers with natural aging much to evident for such a young child. His stomach exhibited its roundness, open to the still air.

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Apr 5, 2023

Apr 5, 2023 at 10:36 AM UTC

Sleeping cupid in the Pitti Palace

He lay, slumber, neck perched against the wooden desk covered in a sage silky cloth. Teeth rested against his bottom lips. Through the gap between his teeth is a low-pitched breathing, like a tea kettle finishing its brew in the rhythm of the rise and fall of his stomach. While his thick eyebrows resemble their origin contradicting to the bristly stubble on his head, parading his full cheeks that melt into his quivering chin. His thighs represent the one’s of his mothers with natural aging much to evident for such a young child. His stomach exhibited its roundness, open to the still air.

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I laughed more tonight, than I have in awhile Wholesome friends And sweet, Sweet laughter

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Jul 14, 2022

Jul 14, 2022 at 10:44 PM UTC

Mouths full of honey

I laughed more tonight, than I have in awhile Wholesome friends And sweet, Sweet laughter

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The best things come out of the red. Blue. Like your eyes

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Apr 25, 2022

Apr 25, 2022 at 10:40 AM UTC

Blue boy

The best things come out of the red. Blue. Like your eyes

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My aunt Lolly used to give me cinnamon tea and orange peels, Aroma of citrus and spice fill the kitchen, Deutsch cinnamon to be exact Quills of cinnamon, steeped into my teacup A spike of apple moonshine, coating my throat with warmth You would say As kids, I remember my dad giving us whiskey when we were sick. Yesterdays, bottles of brandy Today’s headache coupled with cinnamon tea, garnished with an orange peel. Miss you

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Apr 14, 2022

Apr 14, 2022 at 11:26 PM UTC

Hot Toddy

My aunt Lolly used to give me cinnamon tea and orange peels, Aroma of citrus and spice fill the kitchen, Deutsch cinnamon to be exact Quills of cinnamon, steeped into my teacup A spike of apple moonshine, coating my throat with warmth You would say As kids, I remember my dad giving us whiskey when we were sick. Yesterdays, bottles of brandy Today’s headache coupled with cinnamon tea, garnished with an orange peel. Miss you

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Strut, with swollen feet Walking on America Street Sirens Blue, Red Red and Blue Held at gunpoint Please, don’t make any quick movements Wince, I looked away. Old friend Why didn’t- No why didn’t you stay I thought you married her, her blond hair, and soft eyes Why didn’t she stay Red curly afro hair, She is not your age Why didn’t you give me the time of day? Oh well, Walking on America Street

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Mar 26, 2022

Mar 26, 2022 at 11:51 AM UTC

Strut

Strut, with swollen feet Walking on America Street Sirens Blue, Red Red and Blue Held at gunpoint Please, don’t make any quick movements Wince, I looked away. Old friend Why didn’t- No why didn’t you stay I thought you married her, her blond hair, and soft eyes Why didn’t she stay Red curly afro hair, She is not your age Why didn’t you give me the time of day? Oh well, Walking on America Street

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Nanny, I will see you on Sunday Palm to palm, washed. Surrounded by venetian pink walls Rose Du Barry pink sink? Greener shabby scalloped teacups Earl Grey Sweet Malty Much too much sugar Diminished flavor palate Sharp mind Bergamot Intensely cutting flavor Please, dance with me in Italy.

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Mar 3, 2022

Mar 3, 2022 at 10:14 PM UTC

Dancing in Northern Italy

Nanny, I will see you on Sunday Palm to palm, washed. Surrounded by venetian pink walls Rose Du Barry pink sink? Greener shabby scalloped teacups Earl Grey Sweet Malty Much too much sugar Diminished flavor palate Sharp mind Bergamot Intensely cutting flavor Please, dance with me in Italy.

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