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Jon Thenes Aug 2019
what brightened the horizon

frightens you in the trenches

just a curl


soldier toy

clotted in company

awaiting an enemy
See also ‘Tupperware ‘
Sneha Thakur Aug 2019
At the end of the day , it's just you curled within you , within you ,
with your thoughts floating ,
even with all this gravity.

You are a woman ,
With muscles that
stretch and curl ,
With skin ,
Which glows.
c Jul 2019
Moscato smile
Curl your lips
And curl your toes
Liquid dusk in a dusty glass
The lines between forgetting the reason
And forgetting the person
Are blurred
I pour another glass anyway
Salmabanu Hatim Jun 2019
I love you,
When you tease me,
Play pranks on me,
Burst out in laughter with me,
You blossom,
You look adorable.

I love you when when you sleep,
With one arm and leg on me,
You look way cute,
With your curls on your face too.

I love you when howl in the shower,
Sing songs we both love,
Care free, content.

I love you when you look into my eyes,
Hug me tight,
Kiss me long,
Whisper in my ears,"I love you too."

Let's grow old together and have fun,
My heart you have won.
Pallavi Jan 2019
I jotted my work
to the world,
They accepted it,
with a curl.
I took a fresh page
to write,
There also they,
gave a bite.
But I am happy ,
with my stuff.
Whether it is ,
Soft or rough.
ANu de girl
dat made me twirl
ANd made
my moustache curl

She winked at me
I got knock-kneed
and had to
smoke some ****

It worked indeed
she puffed with me
then we both
watched this tale unfurl
More fun with words and my name
Jikai Zheng Nov 2017
skin covered in shadows
a dead winter leaf bouncing against a flourishing summer tree
                                    catching the handle of a spider string
holding onto the living as if
                     it can escape its crumbling burial
             only can a field of soft, mumbling earth
                             call sleep more swiftly than a mattress
within the green and blue sphere are textured tints that release
            wifts of genuine air spilling into half-filled industrial lungs
                      can art be felt when eyes don't open?
as closed eyelids fall humble to the glowing yellow light
            answered silently with a curl of the lips
taia Apr 2016
the kitten curls up
hardly recognizable
sleeps away the days
i love my cats (both my current one and my past ones) so, so much.
Jon Thenes Nov 2015
Little by Little
He softened in the Head
He drank from his own Spittle
Stored in Jars
Under the Bed
He said Daily Prayers
And waited for The Girl
But Drowned in his own Pale *****
Then Stiffened
In a Curl

© Jon Thenes 2005
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