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I've dropped Tinder and Bumble,
They're no use,
They are not you,
And never will be.
I've taken to dating our feed,
The moments when I felt most alive,
Visible, desired, wanted, loved,
Drawn by a magnetic force beyond time.

I've tried to stop, but I can't resist,
You swirl back stronger and deeper,
Determined to keep me and the love you recognize.
You're the only one who makes me feel this way,
You're the only one who knows how to stay.
Goddess of USR a for CBM Dublin
kathryntheperson Dec 2018
A humble bumble bee
By the name of Timothy
Flies friskily through the trees
And sways smoothly with the breeze
For the wisping winds of winter
Are coming in a beat
So he must flee to be free
From the cold or he might freeze
So he flies to someplace warm
To a garden by the sea
Where a humble bumble bee
Can go to be a bee
Just a fun poem I wrote.
Jurtin Albine Nov 2018
(And I've been picking dandelions)

The rush of wind chases a wayward cloud
Over the foliage's luscious green mounds
It billows on its good fortune allowed
Feeding flowers leave stock's
roots underground

Petals bloom; centered bud's pollinations
The sun burdens and caresses at once
The bumble lost its edge to pollutants
Overcome in the tepid meadows grace

The seasons start to grow long and narrow
Encompassing the changing of our times
within their altering breadths; to and fro
It's shown upon the rocks face's in tides

She's beauty, ruffling with sents of sweet dew
And in her pluck, spring has become renewed
Demonatachick Nov 2017
What could be less harmful to me
Than the humble bumble of the bumbling bee?

Today I saw a bumblebee but he had lost his bumble, it lay upon the concrete path
      And I instead was humbled.
Bumbling- How could Anyone ever be afraid of a bumblebee? Though to be fair I have a highly irrational crippling fear of moths.

May add more to this piece in the future as it feels unfinished to me :D
Andrew Name Aug 2016
tell me something
at the end of the summer
how we've spent days
for the warm shadow of jasmine

I'm dumb in common
separated from home
one of the worst romans
in the way of his own

deceit and demise
narcissism and mice
went rumble and bumble
went crimble and crumble
IDK Sep 2015
I can feel something stirring...
Almost like Molten Lava slowly burning
Like a Cup-a-Tea brewing
It's finally settling in
that this is all something already been

As we sit in the tree
- Our Tree -
you're smiling cheekily
you say 'before you go'
placing your hand on my arm
staring with your charm

But I say no

All the complications
and difficulties from before
when you were my beau
still haunt me sore
'cause if we were meant to be
how come when we kiss I feel empty?
¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯
do hail
                  -:- inhalation -:-      
-:- annihilation -:-                
                      -:- overlook -:-
                         stony heights
    o’er waters
    ­                                                and where
                                                    do i
                                 -:- undoubtedly -:-
shorn shy of     
-:- serendipity -:-           
 do i
           among thy
-:- laminate -:-                  
-:- mahogany -:-                                          
-:- pastel -:-                                                     
stain amidst                                      
the tainted                                          
once a                              
daunting lee        
-:- airy -:-  
shook the limb            
sap all            
on the sea              
           and then
                       love’s leaf the
                              -:- adumbral -:-

-:- see -:-
-:- tumble -:-
-:- t’ward -:-
-:- the -:-
-:-      -:-          ***’bling          -:-      -:-
-:-    ­                  -:- one  ,  the -:-                           -:-
-:-      -:-      -:- mummer -:-      -:-      -:-
-:- the -:-
-:- bumble -:-
-:- bee -:-
-:-       -:-

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