genevieveish - Hello Poetry

Warm and full My bubbly, baptismal vessel Carries casked vanilla notes in its steam A pillow of air Keeps me from drowning My ******* float and lift away Brackish water covering near the totality of my body Changes within me and its salinity As each teardrop rolls into the mixture, I struggle less to stay afloat

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Jul 1, 2025

Jul 1, 2025 at 6:35 PM UTC

Brackish Baptism

Warm and full My bubbly, baptismal vessel Carries casked vanilla notes in its steam A pillow of air Keeps me from drowning My ******* float and lift away Brackish water covering near the totality of my body Changes within me and its salinity As each teardrop rolls into the mixture, I struggle less to stay afloat

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Could you would you be my love, lover, partner, and friend Days and memories amassing and blend Pulling up my skirt 1 inch-2 inch-3 inches for you Nightly pinned Singing me a lullaby of heady moaning my name Tangled worlds and tangled legs Twisted tongues dancing in the evenings Filling, thrilling and enveloping 1 inch-2 inch-3 inches for me Melting worlds to sated completion Holding on to each other in space I want to build a life with you Happily walk a daily path of life mundane Stealing nights exquisite Finding freckles in the dark Tracing and memorizing our lines Making that fire Knowing each other by touch, sounds and taste Finding hands, palms, and lips, Turning out like a pack of crisps You love my… I love your… Babe, I’m ready We gonna make it through I want you Each day anew Hand in hand Strengthening Talking Sharing Nourishing a life with each other Laughing sweetly Caring deeply Supporting and loving one another the best we can Because, I found you

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Jun 27, 2025

Jun 27, 2025 at 5:01 PM UTC

I found you

Could you would you be my love, lover, partner, and friend Days and memories amassing and blend Pulling up my skirt 1 inch-2 inch-3 inches for you Nightly pinned Singing me a lullaby of heady moaning my name Tangled worlds and tangled legs Twisted tongues dancing in the evenings Filling, thrilling and enveloping 1 inch-2 inch-3 inches for me Melting worlds to sated completion Holding on to each other in space I want to build a life with you Happily walk a daily path of life mundane Stealing nights exquisite Finding freckles in the dark Tracing and memorizing our lines Making that fire Knowing each other by touch, sounds and taste Finding hands, palms, and lips, Turning out like a pack of crisps You love my… I love your… Babe, I’m ready We gonna make it through I want you Each day anew Hand in hand Strengthening Talking Sharing Nourishing a life with each other Laughing sweetly Caring deeply Supporting and loving one another the best we can Because, I found you

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We sit closely at the table, Sharing conversations about nothings Full of friends and strangers combined, The band begins to play Your hand grazes mine, You stand up tall to ask I step, stride in gentle procession, Your hand possessed by mine You turn to me, Two equals pressing slightly Eyed but not staring, Hungry but not starving I rest my palm on your broad shoulder, Feeling your familiar fingers tips gently grasping my hip Your body whispers to mine, Pushing it in rhythm I respond to your queuing, Touching your face and lips when wanting Guiding not insisting, Vulnerable and respected Two people working together, Towards a partnership perfected

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May 31, 2025

May 31, 2025 at 10:13 AM UTC

La Valse (The Waltz)

We sit closely at the table, Sharing conversations about nothings Full of friends and strangers combined, The band begins to play Your hand grazes mine, You stand up tall to ask I step, stride in gentle procession, Your hand possessed by mine You turn to me, Two equals pressing slightly Eyed but not staring, Hungry but not starving I rest my palm on your broad shoulder, Feeling your familiar fingers tips gently grasping my hip Your body whispers to mine, Pushing it in rhythm I respond to your queuing, Touching your face and lips when wanting Guiding not insisting, Vulnerable and respected Two people working together, Towards a partnership perfected

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Take me back to the South? I rubbed a puppy but you made it live, I held your hand and ego as a ghost rode ***** I tasted your mouth Your deep addictive kisses were salty ripe with hidden tears, expectations and confessions of fears, You pressed me for affirmation with one foot out the door, My supposition acquiesced to passion Then, you disappeared Now you’re here Pressing me, Asking me what do I want? I need consistency, presence, commitment, and time. What do I feel? What I feel is Soul mate attraction, Unconfined by silence, Driven, diving, biding Ineffable, inexplicable, unconstrainable Uncontainable love and lust Intertwined and unbound How do you feel? Do you have clarity? For me, it’s taking its sweet time Dragging and compartmentalizing The inner unraveling of the unforgiven knot of the unacknowledged The unpolished And unabolished. What do I want? Excuse me as I try to unpack the dusty boxes, On my neglected shelves. I’m not a stranger to love or lust, But, I’m not a friend either. I’m not an enchantress, No siren here my friend. Nor, am I an open book, My closest companions are the choir of thoughts, Who sing songs of loyalty, doubts and declarations, I’ve wandered but I want a true partner to walk hand in hand the path of a life mundane, Stealing moments of hungry happiness, exquisite. You break down my defenses Despite all logic and suppression, Fingers press into mind’s flesh, Nails rake down your neck. My heart pounds and my mouth rounds, Warm wet worship, Down the base of your inspiring **** Your groaning and growing elicit my complete attention, And, focus my irreverent intentions To unraveling the bead formed on the cusp of your tip, Your palms trace the strands of my hair, Your pleasure drives sated completion Is it plans or preoccupations of hands? Are you practicing yet? For now, as you lament love lost I’ll sit quasi patient, Outwardly immobile and facetiously engaged Damp wanting but waiting, Quietly watching the two flames in my candle As they melt and burn the wax around its’ wicks, Hot but constrained Destructive but contained. I’ll be externally reverent for the life carefully molded, Grateful for familial serenity But, ever mindful of the calling, Forged by sound, touch and taste To an internal dereliction sung by our blue flame.

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May 11, 2025

May 11, 2025 at 1:26 PM UTC

Wanting

Take me back to the South? I rubbed a puppy but you made it live, I held your hand and ego as a ghost rode ***** I tasted your mouth Your deep addictive kisses were salty ripe with hidden tears, expectations and confessions of fears, You pressed me for affirmation with one foot out the door, My supposition acquiesced to passion Then, you disappeared Now you’re here Pressing me, Asking me what do I want? I need consistency, presence, commitment, and time. What do I feel? What I feel is Soul mate attraction, Unconfined by silence, Driven, diving, biding Ineffable, inexplicable, unconstrainable Uncontainable love and lust Intertwined and unbound How do you feel? Do you have clarity? For me, it’s taking its sweet time Dragging and compartmentalizing The inner unraveling of the unforgiven knot of the unacknowledged The unpolished And unabolished. What do I want? Excuse me as I try to unpack the dusty boxes, On my neglected shelves. I’m not a stranger to love or lust, But, I’m not a friend either. I’m not an enchantress, No siren here my friend. Nor, am I an open book, My closest companions are the choir of thoughts, Who sing songs of loyalty, doubts and declarations, I’ve wandered but I want a true partner to walk hand in hand the path of a life mundane, Stealing moments of hungry happiness, exquisite. You break down my defenses Despite all logic and suppression, Fingers press into mind’s flesh, Nails rake down your neck. My heart pounds and my mouth rounds, Warm wet worship, Down the base of your inspiring **** Your groaning and growing elicit my complete attention, And, focus my irreverent intentions To unraveling the bead formed on the cusp of your tip, Your palms trace the strands of my hair, Your pleasure drives sated completion Is it plans or preoccupations of hands? Are you practicing yet? For now, as you lament love lost I’ll sit quasi patient, Outwardly immobile and facetiously engaged Damp wanting but waiting, Quietly watching the two flames in my candle As they melt and burn the wax around its’ wicks, Hot but constrained Destructive but contained. I’ll be externally reverent for the life carefully molded, Grateful for familial serenity But, ever mindful of the calling, Forged by sound, touch and taste To an internal dereliction sung by our blue flame.

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I'm not the first survivor, Just yours Don't revive me, Let me be Your adoring pitiful pitiable survivor, I'm not the first to be left behind, Not the first displaced by ego I've accepted my cessation, A long lost love that once was perfection, Soiled by your foolish ignorant indiscretions Beaten by your cowardice, conniving, ache and craving. I once tasted your good nature, Drank in your laughter and longing, But now I rest, Deposited, Worn out by over a decade of cardiopulmonary resuscitation Don't trade my peace for your conscience Reviving a love that should have died a decade ago, Along with my ego Don't revive me, Just let me be I'm not the first survivor. Just yours

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Jul 23, 2020

Jul 23, 2020 at 1:39 PM UTC

I'm Not The First

I'm not the first survivor, Just yours Don't revive me, Let me be Your adoring pitiful pitiable survivor, I'm not the first to be left behind, Not the first displaced by ego I've accepted my cessation, A long lost love that once was perfection, Soiled by your foolish ignorant indiscretions Beaten by your cowardice, conniving, ache and craving. I once tasted your good nature, Drank in your laughter and longing, But now I rest, Deposited, Worn out by over a decade of cardiopulmonary resuscitation Don't trade my peace for your conscience Reviving a love that should have died a decade ago, Along with my ego Don't revive me, Just let me be I'm not the first survivor. Just yours

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He looked for the gun but couldn't find it Frenzied angry, Emotionally wrecked Desperate to get his hands on a trigger, Cold familiar handle and feel He missed the days of passive purpose, A father's love felt from wars gaze His thoughts fixed One shell to end the arguments forever Inside his head, Inside his bed, Inside the lead But he looked for the gun and couldn't find it.

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Aug 19, 2018

Aug 19, 2018 at 5:26 PM UTC

He Looked For The Gun But Couldn’t Find It

He looked for the gun but couldn't find it Frenzied angry, Emotionally wrecked Desperate to get his hands on a trigger, Cold familiar handle and feel He missed the days of passive purpose, A father's love felt from wars gaze His thoughts fixed One shell to end the arguments forever Inside his head, Inside his bed, Inside the lead But he looked for the gun and couldn't find it.

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A deep breath escapes his sinking ribs, A quiet captivating abandon Under a crisp cool cloak, His deep veined arm stretches over my shoulder Wrapping my figure, An inert force flexed under my cupped palm Effortlessly pulling and pinning me, His assets kept safe under silent supervision.

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Jul 27, 2018

Jul 27, 2018 at 6:43 PM UTC

His Assets

A deep breath escapes his sinking ribs, A quiet captivating abandon Under a crisp cool cloak, His deep veined arm stretches over my shoulder Wrapping my figure, An inert force flexed under my cupped palm Effortlessly pulling and pinning me, His assets kept safe under silent supervision.

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All my journals disintegrate to poetry I begin a rant, One point, two points, Three in my head Happy, angry, silly or sad Rhetoric fully planned, This happened, then that, But soon, I begin uniting the words, Sentences connected in meter and time I'm lost in rhyme, pentameter, prose Sublime Lines flowing, My mind rolling, Memory erasing Lost in something, Distracted by creativity, Fulfilled by a need that's in me, Drained of the pent-up energy Satisfied, sated and understood by the page.

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Jul 24, 2018

Jul 24, 2018 at 5:25 PM UTC

All My Journals Disintegrate To Poetry

All my journals disintegrate to poetry I begin a rant, One point, two points, Three in my head Happy, angry, silly or sad Rhetoric fully planned, This happened, then that, But soon, I begin uniting the words, Sentences connected in meter and time I'm lost in rhyme, pentameter, prose Sublime Lines flowing, My mind rolling, Memory erasing Lost in something, Distracted by creativity, Fulfilled by a need that's in me, Drained of the pent-up energy Satisfied, sated and understood by the page.

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In the grass, At my knees Between my legs In spite of protest At his desk, Beside my waist, In their closet Against the wall, By the pool, In his ____ At the game, Beside his in-laws Beneath the table Next to his wife, Near his son, On his knees, On my car, With absolute disregard, With complete abandon, With brazen enthusiasm, With unabashed passion, Without limitation, Without reservation, Without a yes He begged me.

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Jul 24, 2018

Jul 24, 2018 at 3:36 PM UTC

His Wife Doesn't Know He Begged Me

In the grass, At my knees Between my legs In spite of protest At his desk, Beside my waist, In their closet Against the wall, By the pool, In his ____ At the game, Beside his in-laws Beneath the table Next to his wife, Near his son, On his knees, On my car, With absolute disregard, With complete abandon, With brazen enthusiasm, With unabashed passion, Without limitation, Without reservation, Without a yes He begged me.

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My mother grew up poor and strong, Wild and kind, Unsteady and prime. Black curls and brick house, Stealing for her supper. My mother can push and fight, Claw and brawl, My mother is a warrior in lamb's clothing. She stands upon walls, Falls, then finds her footing. Because my mother is a warrior in lamb's clothing. At times she's insecure and unsure, Unknowing that My mother is a warrior in lamb's clothing. She pushes, bows, cares and bares, She can endure all things, conquer all things and renew all things, For my mother is a warrior in lamb's clothing

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Jul 21, 2018

Jul 21, 2018 at 2:04 PM UTC

My Mother Is A Warrior In Lamb's Clothing

My mother grew up poor and strong, Wild and kind, Unsteady and prime. Black curls and brick house, Stealing for her supper. My mother can push and fight, Claw and brawl, My mother is a warrior in lamb's clothing. She stands upon walls, Falls, then finds her footing. Because my mother is a warrior in lamb's clothing. At times she's insecure and unsure, Unknowing that My mother is a warrior in lamb's clothing. She pushes, bows, cares and bares, She can endure all things, conquer all things and renew all things, For my mother is a warrior in lamb's clothing

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