ogola - Hello Poetry

"Hold you birds your silver throats, His golden voice I'm seeking" See, your voice your smooth rasping voice lulls me to sleep Oh, to fall asleep in the cozy little caves in the valleys in the landscape of your voice to cover the glass, of my darkened distressed debilitated eyes with the drapes of your voice to cover the skin, of my caving crying chilling body with the quilt of your voice

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Jul 24, 2022

Jul 24, 2022 at 5:40 PM UTC

ogola

Brother

"Hold you birds your silver throats, His golden voice I'm seeking" See, your voice your smooth rasping voice lulls me to sleep Oh, to fall asleep in the cozy little caves in the valleys in the landscape of your voice to cover the glass, of my darkened distressed debilitated eyes with the drapes of your voice to cover the skin, of my caving crying chilling body with the quilt of your voice

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Her love grabs me by the reins. grasps my heart clutching. and letting go. clasping. and letting go. pumping life. teaching me to breathe. Her name music. lofi. song. pouring rain. cracking fire. hands. holding hands. warmth. Her more than fibers. sinews. skin. flesh. bone. Her elegance. freedom. and everything I know. Her everything I know

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Jul 24, 2022

Jul 24, 2022 at 5:38 PM UTC

ogola

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Her love grabs me by the reins. grasps my heart clutching. and letting go. clasping. and letting go. pumping life. teaching me to breathe. Her name music. lofi. song. pouring rain. cracking fire. hands. holding hands. warmth. Her more than fibers. sinews. skin. flesh. bone. Her elegance. freedom. and everything I know. Her everything I know

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There was a time, I thought that there was more music in the high-pitched giggle of your laugh, than the chanting of chanticleer at dawn. I thought, While stargazing at your honey eyes, that they had more color, than the sun's splash of gold in a summer morn Your head on my shoulder, lips zipped in sleep drawing in your dimples, I thought, I was more peaceful than I would have been, lying in the fold of nature staring through the green web of leaves and branches, into the bluest of bluest skies I fancied, that kissing you under the sun's pale imposter, would set my heart on a gracious ballet, than serenading myself in a cold bath I was convinced, that your love made me more drunk, than I would ever have been, on life But now, now, I know better

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Jan 6, 2021

Jan 6, 2021 at 2:50 AM UTC

ogola

Wed, 6 Jan

There was a time, I thought that there was more music in the high-pitched giggle of your laugh, than the chanting of chanticleer at dawn. I thought, While stargazing at your honey eyes, that they had more color, than the sun's splash of gold in a summer morn Your head on my shoulder, lips zipped in sleep drawing in your dimples, I thought, I was more peaceful than I would have been, lying in the fold of nature staring through the green web of leaves and branches, into the bluest of bluest skies I fancied, that kissing you under the sun's pale imposter, would set my heart on a gracious ballet, than serenading myself in a cold bath I was convinced, that your love made me more drunk, than I would ever have been, on life But now, now, I know better

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naked, dangling in the blue wavy ocean water, I see them, as small as planes of paper, your feet, pure, unadulterated, slapping the water with raw, unbridled passion, and power, I see them, waltzing confusedly, in the romantic semi-darkness of prom night, when they knew, you knew not, how to dance. even now, in the small hours of the night, I see them, flailing unconsciously, beneath sheets of silk, your feet, meeting mine, touch, warmth. Bless your feet, that brought you to me.

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Nov 27, 2020

Nov 27, 2020 at 2:33 AM UTC

ogola

An Ode To Your Feet

naked, dangling in the blue wavy ocean water, I see them, as small as planes of paper, your feet, pure, unadulterated, slapping the water with raw, unbridled passion, and power, I see them, waltzing confusedly, in the romantic semi-darkness of prom night, when they knew, you knew not, how to dance. even now, in the small hours of the night, I see them, flailing unconsciously, beneath sheets of silk, your feet, meeting mine, touch, warmth. Bless your feet, that brought you to me.

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