hector-oliveras-garcia - Hello Poetry

I wrote a poem Beautiful and short Which said all I needed to say I put it in a bottle And set a rag on fire And threw my little poem your way

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Dec 8, 2025

Dec 8, 2025 at 12:34 PM UTC

I delivered a poem

I wrote a poem Beautiful and short Which said all I needed to say I put it in a bottle And set a rag on fire And threw my little poem your way

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What artist chiseled you?  What stone birthed you?  What dream gave you  soul, and who dreamt you?    What levin cracked you?  What rivers eroded you?  What iron painted you  red, and who dreamt you?   What winters withheld you?  What springs undressed you?  What summers promised you  fall, and who dreamt you?   What pain makes you?  What time keeps you?  What things did you  dream, and who dreamt you?

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Jul 3, 2022

Jul 3, 2022 at 3:19 PM UTC

And who dreamt you?

What artist chiseled you?  What stone birthed you?  What dream gave you  soul, and who dreamt you?    What levin cracked you?  What rivers eroded you?  What iron painted you  red, and who dreamt you?   What winters withheld you?  What springs undressed you?  What summers promised you  fall, and who dreamt you?   What pain makes you?  What time keeps you?  What things did you  dream, and who dreamt you?

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Savor these hard times, Cherish every drop, For one day they'll be far past and behind. Joy is warm and sweet, Anger burns the tongue, Sadness makes its case, Dressed in smoky char. Let the others eat portions meant for kings; I am far too well With the bits I find.

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May 16, 2022

May 16, 2022 at 1:09 PM UTC

Burnt Bits

Savor these hard times, Cherish every drop, For one day they'll be far past and behind. Joy is warm and sweet, Anger burns the tongue, Sadness makes its case, Dressed in smoky char. Let the others eat portions meant for kings; I am far too well With the bits I find.

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I share my bed with demons. Goblins, and Rakshasa, And Japanese Oni stain my sheets, already crimson, with red hot unrest. They do not speak in whispers. They do not close their eyes. Together we lie and toss, And think and sleep Not a wink, not a wink! Just listen to the Crickets and wind and, below us, Hear slow, steady, Heartbeats of the hell they call home. Follow sulfur incense strings, My mercy, down to the ninth circle of my bed. **** the swelter of this under-the-covers underworld, Drown touch-starved fires with holy water sweat. Suffocate a roomful of shadows, with a fistful of light. Guide my way to dreams. Save me, save me, save me. When you are not with me I share my bed with demons.

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Oct 6, 2021

Oct 6, 2021 at 1:45 PM UTC

I share my bed with demons

I share my bed with demons. Goblins, and Rakshasa, And Japanese Oni stain my sheets, already crimson, with red hot unrest. They do not speak in whispers. They do not close their eyes. Together we lie and toss, And think and sleep Not a wink, not a wink! Just listen to the Crickets and wind and, below us, Hear slow, steady, Heartbeats of the hell they call home. Follow sulfur incense strings, My mercy, down to the ninth circle of my bed. **** the swelter of this under-the-covers underworld, Drown touch-starved fires with holy water sweat. Suffocate a roomful of shadows, with a fistful of light. Guide my way to dreams. Save me, save me, save me. When you are not with me I share my bed with demons.

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out there is a sea of people who never knew how much i loved them.

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May 8, 2021

May 8, 2021 at 2:47 PM UTC

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out there is a sea of people who never knew how much i loved them.

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Don't call me a volcano, I don't want to be a volcano! Sometimes active, Mostly dormant, A stiff peak with indigestion, Birthing igneous isles across the seas, Starving for eruption, Hardening. Waiting. Call me a hurricane, Say it with a tremble. Never expect me, Dread my return. Never dormant, Always hungry, Carving my path, Landmass by landmass, Conquering, Striding, Devastating. Get your facts straight Before you call me a disaster.

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Apr 12, 2021

Apr 12, 2021 at 1:38 PM UTC

Volcano

Don't call me a volcano, I don't want to be a volcano! Sometimes active, Mostly dormant, A stiff peak with indigestion, Birthing igneous isles across the seas, Starving for eruption, Hardening. Waiting. Call me a hurricane, Say it with a tremble. Never expect me, Dread my return. Never dormant, Always hungry, Carving my path, Landmass by landmass, Conquering, Striding, Devastating. Get your facts straight Before you call me a disaster.

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every poem is written in blood this is all I'll shed for you.

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Mar 2, 2021

Mar 2, 2021 at 10:42 AM UTC

last drop

every poem is written in blood this is all I'll shed for you.

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Take your favourite lipstick! Now, quick! Use maroon, vermillion, or desire, But it -must- be red. Take your favourite lipstick. Do you have it? Good. Write nuance on your knuckles. And kiss the world hello.

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Aug 25, 2020

Aug 25, 2020 at 9:19 PM UTC

Stop Whatever You're Doing!

Take your favourite lipstick! Now, quick! Use maroon, vermillion, or desire, But it -must- be red. Take your favourite lipstick. Do you have it? Good. Write nuance on your knuckles. And kiss the world hello.

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For the love of god, write. Write. Write like all hell. Write as if your heart is on Fire, and the only way to quell it is to Shoot The Flames from your fingertips. Your nerve-bitten nails & ****** ripped skin strips, The papercut pains, Have all been for this, You have been trained. No sweeter burn, No better hurt. Write, **** you. Write. Nobody knows your story As perfectly as you.

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Dec 7, 2019

Dec 7, 2019 at 5:11 AM UTC

For the love of god, write

For the love of god, write. Write. Write like all hell. Write as if your heart is on Fire, and the only way to quell it is to Shoot The Flames from your fingertips. Your nerve-bitten nails & ****** ripped skin strips, The papercut pains, Have all been for this, You have been trained. No sweeter burn, No better hurt. Write, **** you. Write. Nobody knows your story As perfectly as you.

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We worry. We wonder why. We wake, we wait, we work We worry. We whine wuthering Whispers, wavering, wasted, Wishing while wishing Wanting while wanting, Wondering why. We work well, Well, we work, While wizardly weaving Wispy wavelengths, Weedy wasps of Wanton whimsy, Wired well within. We will warmongers Without wonder Who wreak Widespread waste, Welcome Wasteland, Washing with war the Wounded World. We will war War wills we We wage war With weird weapons. We wrestle with will. Why? We wait whole Weekdays, weekends. A Ways away, the waning Winter winds of men's Wisdom's wavering. Withering winks from Wistful women, Widening wingspans, Wads of we, we, Wandering westwards Where suns wane, Wait out wear of weather , Wondering why. Warm waters will wash us, We will wake up well.

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Nov 17, 2019

Nov 17, 2019 at 6:42 PM UTC

Words

We worry. We wonder why. We wake, we wait, we work We worry. We whine wuthering Whispers, wavering, wasted, Wishing while wishing Wanting while wanting, Wondering why. We work well, Well, we work, While wizardly weaving Wispy wavelengths, Weedy wasps of Wanton whimsy, Wired well within. We will warmongers Without wonder Who wreak Widespread waste, Welcome Wasteland, Washing with war the Wounded World. We will war War wills we We wage war With weird weapons. We wrestle with will. Why? We wait whole Weekdays, weekends. A Ways away, the waning Winter winds of men's Wisdom's wavering. Withering winks from Wistful women, Widening wingspans, Wads of we, we, Wandering westwards Where suns wane, Wait out wear of weather , Wondering why. Warm waters will wash us, We will wake up well.

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