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Timber Jun 2019
--- comes at you like a dog flying in the door when you get home from work
Slobbery
Wet
Tackles you to the ground with as much force as possible
Impossible to get up with ---- around
You don't want to leave,
Bed
They make you feel loved
But also incredibly lonely
--- leeches to when when you're trying to leave
But --- also walks away from you *** it doesn't know what to do
He covers you in his drool of compassion
You also have to notice --- could eat you for breakfast if he wanted.
--- is the dog you're sad when your not worth
But --- is also an ankle biter who teaches you where to really be
---- is your best friend
--- is your worst enemy
--- is everything you love
---- is everything you hate
For my English class.
Madeleine May 2019
You walk your soaked
You run your wet
You wait for the bus
You have your shower for the day
Jessica Chaidez Apr 2019
You are like a *******,
Baby.

Supple and grotesque, you writhe
Your way between my legs, over mountains of
Tender chicken *******,
“Slimy slimy slimy”

You said. I chuckled
Thinking of your skin clinging to mine like
A wet t-shirt because
No matter how hard I try to pinch you off
You spring right back, hands
Pressed against my chest.

We were as innocent as a young boy
Reaching into his pants, discovering what it is
To be touched for the first time, what it is to
Dance on the edge of the mountain.
Allen James Apr 2019
There goes the rain,
Her gentle lover,
The only one,
Who's ever touched her,
From head to toe,
And deep inside,
In shapeless arms,
She comes alive.
TW Mar 2019
I wish I was a shaman or tribal chieftain,
To get the sky bleeding in dryest seasons,
I know there's no rhyme or reason, higher meaning I believe in,
But my mind is reeling, can't fight the feeling,
Hail is a Hail Mary, it's guided healing,
So a Noah's Ark flood would be a sight to see then,
Quite appealing, so even I, the heathen,
I can't deny the sea then.

I just wanna lie outside in the rain,
No sign of the pain, sit still 'till my clothes need drying again,
I can't tell if I'm crying, it's lining my face and I'm dying for space,
Watching droplets pop atop the bridge of my nose, inching so close,
But I'm sitting alone, sniffing on the petrichor, I'm meant for more,
But death's the door I'm headed for.
adriana Mar 2019
i'm tired of washing the scent of you out of my hair and being afraid i'll never have to do it again.

in that case, i'm glad i'll never forget the way that you taste
Colm Mar 2019
One memory
Would endure everything
Always coming back like the bounding footprints left beneath each drop of rain
And that is
The smell of her hair in the morning air
The stringiness and collective song
The shortness of breath
The vibrance of wave
And all at the length of a violin's strings born long
Torn is such a memory of song
Between fondness and regret
Her Wet Hair
The Napkin Poet Mar 2019
You left
A footprint
On the wood panel
In front of me

Your wet soles
From dewed grass
And drunk squats

Your mark
Lays upon me
I know you’re near
But not here
Bhill Mar 2019
Hey, HEY, what about,
WEATHER?
Rain falling from clouds,
beautiful in a misty, foggy way.
Clouds rolling in
they appear to be
a never ending
gathering,
flock,
gaggle,
******,
swarm,
cackle,
herd,
or
just plain storm clouds!
Water, water everywhere.
Tap dancing on the roofs,
Cascading off cliffs,
Filling in natural washes,
Flowing out to local rivers,
Water converted to mud...
When is it too much
Is it SATURATED??
NOW is when...
And YES!

Brian Hill - 2019#56
Inspired by the tapping of rain on the roof..
They rain here lately has been beautoful and scary..
ghost queen Jan 2019
i miss you
such much, it hurts
i think about you, incessantly
the pain, is overwhelming
the grief unbearable

i remember you
in every corner of my life
last sight at night
first though at dawn

over breakfast, i would marvel at your beauty
i would savor your scent
my heart would quicken
as you would lean over and kiss my lips

i remember the excitement, feeling your lips press against mine
ever so soft, moist, and sweet
i would savor our kisses, touching lips to lips
softly caressing, sliding mine against yours, till you pulled back and smiled

your kisses were delicate, tender, like the wet petal of an amaryllis
firm, soft, nubile
your youth and beauty were exquisite, overwhelming
the source of light and life in a dark forest

why were you taken from me
how can it be, our love ends in tragedy
it is not fair
i don’t understand
why is Persephone punishing me

i shall never forget our intimacy
i will cry eternally
now that you are gone
and haunt my days
photos of Amaryllis on Flickr
In Life: https://flic.kr/s/aHsmzcRuE1
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