niamh81 - Hello Poetry

In the sunshine the breeze licks my skin sweet tantalising kisses the smell of flesh longing for the flesh of others The shadows nip at my heels happiness is a fleeting distraction We have been fooled and fools once more

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Jul 3, 2020

Jul 3, 2020 at 9:52 AM UTC

Now

In the sunshine the breeze licks my skin sweet tantalising kisses the smell of flesh longing for the flesh of others The shadows nip at my heels happiness is a fleeting distraction We have been fooled and fools once more

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Do you ever think that these wittering words of wisdom spat out, sang out, by poets lurking in shadows will stay hidden among the cobwebs of a like-spirited mind. No great explorer with triumphant cries to carry these forgotten words into the light like a treasure long lost. A diamond brightened by the passing of time. Shyness You have my eyes.

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Jun 15, 2020

Jun 15, 2020 at 8:45 AM UTC

The Caves

Do you ever think that these wittering words of wisdom spat out, sang out, by poets lurking in shadows will stay hidden among the cobwebs of a like-spirited mind. No great explorer with triumphant cries to carry these forgotten words into the light like a treasure long lost. A diamond brightened by the passing of time. Shyness You have my eyes.

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I wrap my arms around myself. Myself? Where have you gone? Has it been four seconds? Or four years? The world still turns. Who told it to turn? Do I remember you, Or is it a phantom? People still laugh, They must not know. I still laugh, I’m sorry. You’re gone, I’m sorry. I’m here, I’m sorry. ****** live, You die. I’m forever sorry.

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Jan 5, 2020

Jan 5, 2020 at 7:35 PM UTC

Sorry

I wrap my arms around myself. Myself? Where have you gone? Has it been four seconds? Or four years? The world still turns. Who told it to turn? Do I remember you, Or is it a phantom? People still laugh, They must not know. I still laugh, I’m sorry. You’re gone, I’m sorry. I’m here, I’m sorry. ****** live, You die. I’m forever sorry.

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Did you hold her hand tightly As you walked through the woods? Waiting for the day to end So we might join you. The filtered sunlight Warms your ageless skin; So warm Skin so cold. Your voice echoes within my heart And hurts my jealous ears. A snapping branch of reality Coaxing tears from the secret place. The forest is vast But the trees are not endless. I will meet you at sunset. And wonder at you once more. And wander with you once more.

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Sep 15, 2019

Sep 15, 2019 at 10:38 AM UTC

Voices

Did you hold her hand tightly As you walked through the woods? Waiting for the day to end So we might join you. The filtered sunlight Warms your ageless skin; So warm Skin so cold. Your voice echoes within my heart And hurts my jealous ears. A snapping branch of reality Coaxing tears from the secret place. The forest is vast But the trees are not endless. I will meet you at sunset. And wonder at you once more. And wander with you once more.

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Did you hear the poem I wrote about you? Roses wrapped with thorns and coal on your smile. The sweet caress of a stinging slap. Beautiful words smothered with barbed wire. Dr? Mr? With whom am I speaking today? How didn’t you hear my poem? I shouted it in my loudest whisper

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Apr 13, 2019

Apr 13, 2019 at 7:39 PM UTC

About you

Did you hear the poem I wrote about you? Roses wrapped with thorns and coal on your smile. The sweet caress of a stinging slap. Beautiful words smothered with barbed wire. Dr? Mr? With whom am I speaking today? How didn’t you hear my poem? I shouted it in my loudest whisper

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Only the loneliest write. And so, they are never alone.

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Oct 18, 2017

Oct 18, 2017 at 6:04 PM UTC

Words

Only the loneliest write. And so, they are never alone.

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There was darkness and there was light, much as the morning bows down to the night. And I knew not which one I sought, but I knew which had me in their sight

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Aug 27, 2017

Aug 27, 2017 at 8:39 PM UTC

Decisions?

There was darkness and there was light, much as the morning bows down to the night. And I knew not which one I sought, but I knew which had me in their sight

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I walk these streets of bones wherein you lie. I scour the broken stones neath a broken sky. I lay my pitiful flowers with a silent cry. My broken stone heart with a feather beat that has yet to die.

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Jun 17, 2017

Jun 17, 2017 at 7:57 PM UTC

The weak heart

I walk these streets of bones wherein you lie. I scour the broken stones neath a broken sky. I lay my pitiful flowers with a silent cry. My broken stone heart with a feather beat that has yet to die.

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The winds of truth carrying honest lies. Cataracts on young eyes, old beliefs. Promises freely given with a high price. Purses filled and bellies emptied. Think for yourself, the eternal command. The sheep flock, the dogs bark, the hens peck, and the pigs get fatter. Ever fatter. And the fields, through which we ran, become graveyards.

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May 21, 2017

May 21, 2017 at 7:18 AM UTC

Winds

The winds of truth carrying honest lies. Cataracts on young eyes, old beliefs. Promises freely given with a high price. Purses filled and bellies emptied. Think for yourself, the eternal command. The sheep flock, the dogs bark, the hens peck, and the pigs get fatter. Ever fatter. And the fields, through which we ran, become graveyards.

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I scratch my skin, My memories flake towards the ground. My weeping hands reach out to catch failure. I search with desperate eyes, with a screaming heart. Treacherous mind - you stole his smile. It fades, a drumbeat echoing to nothing. You You stole him. Leave my memories be.

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May 20, 2017

May 20, 2017 at 6:22 PM UTC

"You"

I scratch my skin, My memories flake towards the ground. My weeping hands reach out to catch failure. I search with desperate eyes, with a screaming heart. Treacherous mind - you stole his smile. It fades, a drumbeat echoing to nothing. You You stole him. Leave my memories be.

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