#babes - Hello Poetry

Red... The snore of a ghost...? Has seen a party, with music fed A prayer; a sincerity lost? Catching a breeze Catching a star Chances predict, a certain heathen With marveling eyes, staring at far Away Motion of a decision Saving might from may A sorrow has spent a stare's lesson Purpose beyond Stifling a wish, that gave... No man a soul, for psyche and longing? Are we to dance, alone or might we take... The time to ask Cause curious, enough to face... The music, for its compassion of facts? Seeing a cacophony, I know you, for dread's race...

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Jun 17, 2024

Jun 17, 2024 at 4:35 PM UTC

david-hilburn

The Babe That Has Never Worn A Hat...

Red... The snore of a ghost...? Has seen a party, with music fed A prayer; a sincerity lost? Catching a breeze Catching a star Chances predict, a certain heathen With marveling eyes, staring at far Away Motion of a decision Saving might from may A sorrow has spent a stare's lesson Purpose beyond Stifling a wish, that gave... No man a soul, for psyche and longing? Are we to dance, alone or might we take... The time to ask Cause curious, enough to face... The music, for its compassion of facts? Seeing a cacophony, I know you, for dread's race...

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They are sitting turned facing away from a world of water Small but unforgiving waves crash at their backs They are smiling laughing even overwhelmed with joy and bliss How is it that they capture this moment so completely? They don't concern themselves with: sea monsters, shipwrecks, or the thousands of pounds of plastic littering the oceans floor The wind blows soft and cool the water feels warm and their mother smiles as she wipes their salt stung eyes on the borrowed beach towel.

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Nov 17, 2018

Nov 17, 2018 at 8:34 PM UTC

MandiWolfe

The Kids May Save Us Yet

They are sitting turned facing away from a world of water Small but unforgiving waves crash at their backs They are smiling laughing even overwhelmed with joy and bliss How is it that they capture this moment so completely? They don't concern themselves with: sea monsters, shipwrecks, or the thousands of pounds of plastic littering the oceans floor The wind blows soft and cool the water feels warm and their mother smiles as she wipes their salt stung eyes on the borrowed beach towel.

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Sounds swarming But quite alarming College babes Like___ Slimfast Drink___ fast Loves never last Dorming **** X box Assassin Creed Video gifts Elfering Twitter featuring The Rattlesnake ********* My sweet surrender Sangria stuttering Big mistake The sangria Clever mastering The place was bugged That Drunk No comedy act Ben Stiller All Gigs **** her GIF ruff stuff Gold digger bluff Hangover cliff Her bedroom eyes Tonight the Holy water I phone Maria Sangria suits him Just the ring fighter Ratfinks website White being creamed Drink Kahlia I won't My dream drink Sangria Saint My love, you ain't He is singing Maria Strong hangover with mudpack Malaria Drink playmate All geared up Generous Gina Montezuma revenge The Saint lounge Competition How she flaunts her drinks inferior Writing a poem missing some fonts ((His Tatoo)) the bomb drinker Pineapple chunks Bayou water ripe ripples Leftover drunks Mon Cheri ******* Acting like a Saint Terri spiritual Rumi The drink scruples relationship sandstorm Riders of Morrisons Heirs of beer At the dorm The ((Psychic Alarm)) Your drink woke you up ****** humor potential Sangria Someone was singing I just met a girl named Maria ((Harry Potter Hogwarts)) San Antonio Met Maria What a belly wash Drinking up Alcoholic Darts Sanguine Difficulty pregnancy Two lovers liking Maria Optimistic Smoothing in Sangria He has a Margarita____* Mexican Cancun Margaret upbeat down to her last drink Sangria tank Egyptian Army buddy drinking Like a sandbank Computer Clickbank Lions and coins sandblasting Morons multitasking Bermuda sounds Sandpipers And globetrotters My Saint of Sangria Barcelona Goddess On her drenched Sangria mattress She could have done his Bio ((That SanAntonio)) ((Hostess)) Gia Lollobrigida Tony was singing out to Maria Her wings of liquor The Saint moves quicker_______ Cabaret stripper Natalie let me entertain you Surprise the sanitarians Flipping homes Drinking up Their Sangria My Saint Bella Mama Mia You arrived invite your friends No Maria______!! Drinks on me Schools out But Sangria Stays in we party Way out

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May 17, 2018

May 17, 2018 at 8:47 AM UTC

robinHelloRow

My Saint Of Sangria

Sounds swarming But quite alarming College babes Like___ Slimfast Drink___ fast Loves never last Dorming **** X box Assassin Creed Video gifts Elfering Twitter featuring The Rattlesnake ********* My sweet surrender Sangria stuttering Big mistake The sangria Clever mastering The place was bugged That Drunk No comedy act Ben Stiller All Gigs **** her GIF ruff stuff Gold digger bluff Hangover cliff Her bedroom eyes Tonight the Holy water I phone Maria Sangria suits him Just the ring fighter Ratfinks website White being creamed Drink Kahlia I won't My dream drink Sangria Saint My love, you ain't He is singing Maria Strong hangover with mudpack Malaria Drink playmate All geared up Generous Gina Montezuma revenge The Saint lounge Competition How she flaunts her drinks inferior Writing a poem missing some fonts ((His Tatoo)) the bomb drinker Pineapple chunks Bayou water ripe ripples Leftover drunks Mon Cheri ******* Acting like a Saint Terri spiritual Rumi The drink scruples relationship sandstorm Riders of Morrisons Heirs of beer At the dorm The ((Psychic Alarm)) Your drink woke you up ****** humor potential Sangria Someone was singing I just met a girl named Maria ((Harry Potter Hogwarts)) San Antonio Met Maria What a belly wash Drinking up Alcoholic Darts Sanguine Difficulty pregnancy Two lovers liking Maria Optimistic Smoothing in Sangria He has a Margarita____* Mexican Cancun Margaret upbeat down to her last drink Sangria tank Egyptian Army buddy drinking Like a sandbank Computer Clickbank Lions and coins sandblasting Morons multitasking Bermuda sounds Sandpipers And globetrotters My Saint of Sangria Barcelona Goddess On her drenched Sangria mattress She could have done his Bio ((That SanAntonio)) ((Hostess)) Gia Lollobrigida Tony was singing out to Maria Her wings of liquor The Saint moves quicker_______ Cabaret stripper Natalie let me entertain you Surprise the sanitarians Flipping homes Drinking up Their Sangria My Saint Bella Mama Mia You arrived invite your friends No Maria______!! Drinks on me Schools out But Sangria Stays in we party Way out

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I was strolling down the aisle We were shopping there in style With my daughter sitting smiling in the cart, I was stretching out my hand For the Martinelli's brand When the apple of my eye gave me a start. With the bottle in my grasp I saw, coming toward us fast, A high heeled damsel, scarfed and towing her caddie And she smirked as I, condemned, Stood up to comprehend The reason, as my child said "Whisky Daddy?" There was nothing I could say, To make it seem another way, To vanquish the conviction so compelling It was the color you could tell And the shape she knew so well, The question that my daughter asked was telling. Neil Stewart McLeod

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May 10, 2017

May 10, 2017 at 12:40 PM UTC

neil-s-mcleod

Busted

I was strolling down the aisle We were shopping there in style With my daughter sitting smiling in the cart, I was stretching out my hand For the Martinelli's brand When the apple of my eye gave me a start. With the bottle in my grasp I saw, coming toward us fast, A high heeled damsel, scarfed and towing her caddie And she smirked as I, condemned, Stood up to comprehend The reason, as my child said "Whisky Daddy?" There was nothing I could say, To make it seem another way, To vanquish the conviction so compelling It was the color you could tell And the shape she knew so well, The question that my daughter asked was telling. Neil Stewart McLeod

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I trapped on the stairs full of turns A few days so high up in the sky A few days down in misery Sometimes led to sanity Sometimes led to gray Railings full of thorns s Down the rungs to o n u i o c f n Half-raised arm Touching opacity Tail dress Bare feet Hidden blushes Saved hope Ballerina hands Lost in the middle of your stairs You pushed me down? Mess catch me Why? I'll always be the morning dew for you You insist on showing You forget the thread that joined You changed the pretty Why like this? You are well on which step you are? In which can I find you? It's not down to sadness (You changed the meaning The essence disappeared) Existence is like many steps I thought I came to the top with you But it was an oasis For your young you: Generator of ascending stairs in our dimension. - Codelandandmore //20:30 PM ©

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May 7, 2017

May 7, 2017 at 2:35 PM UTC

Codelandandmore

Spiral Stairs

I trapped on the stairs full of turns A few days so high up in the sky A few days down in misery Sometimes led to sanity Sometimes led to gray Railings full of thorns s Down the rungs to o n u i o c f n Half-raised arm Touching opacity Tail dress Bare feet Hidden blushes Saved hope Ballerina hands Lost in the middle of your stairs You pushed me down? Mess catch me Why? I'll always be the morning dew for you You insist on showing You forget the thread that joined You changed the pretty Why like this? You are well on which step you are? In which can I find you? It's not down to sadness (You changed the meaning The essence disappeared) Existence is like many steps I thought I came to the top with you But it was an oasis For your young you: Generator of ascending stairs in our dimension. - Codelandandmore //20:30 PM ©

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In these halls of wailing souls These halls of ailing babes Stand I, to them, a fiendish ghole Needles and tubes, different sizes and grades Heartless, I ignore their wolf like howls Gently readying needles of different shades Their screams echo off these walls My ears fold upon themselves, deaf to their fear I must continue with my mission, discarding their shrill calls I grab a flailing arm, steadily drawing it near In goes my needle, liquid within, into ****** halls In hope that their shrill cries don't persevere In these halls of wailing souls Silence falls on ailing babes

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Jan 11, 2016

Jan 11, 2016 at 7:41 AM UTC

Osondu

These Halls

In these halls of wailing souls These halls of ailing babes Stand I, to them, a fiendish ghole Needles and tubes, different sizes and grades Heartless, I ignore their wolf like howls Gently readying needles of different shades Their screams echo off these walls My ears fold upon themselves, deaf to their fear I must continue with my mission, discarding their shrill calls I grab a flailing arm, steadily drawing it near In goes my needle, liquid within, into ****** halls In hope that their shrill cries don't persevere In these halls of wailing souls Silence falls on ailing babes

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my friend asked me, *'what's your favourite ****** feature?'* i replied with, 'my eyes of course' she said, 'but why, they're just brown' 'i don't know, i just like how when my eyes meet another ; they dont seem to frown' instead they smile even if im a mile away in some way, it makes me happy 'but why?' hm, i dont know i guess i just like to see the beauty in everyone. in everything. i looked up into the sky, and told her, 'well, that's why i like my eyes the most. you see?' she looked at me, laughed for a minute and said, 'you know, you can be so dramatic at times; especially with all of those rhymes.'

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Jan 5, 2016

Jan 5, 2016 at 7:24 PM UTC

sadsouls

\ey/(es)/

my friend asked me, *'what's your favourite ****** feature?'* i replied with, 'my eyes of course' she said, 'but why, they're just brown' 'i don't know, i just like how when my eyes meet another ; they dont seem to frown' instead they smile even if im a mile away in some way, it makes me happy 'but why?' hm, i dont know i guess i just like to see the beauty in everyone. in everything. i looked up into the sky, and told her, 'well, that's why i like my eyes the most. you see?' she looked at me, laughed for a minute and said, 'you know, you can be so dramatic at times; especially with all of those rhymes.'

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barricaded bones and your soft tones sweat. lingering. my belly weeps for your song. and from the tips of this mighty dew-dripped tree and from the depths of this reminiscent lake emerge patterns of varying shapes and sounds with one universal undertone of the way the breath pushes its way out of your lungs through your gritted teeth when i make you ***

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Apr 30, 2015

Apr 30, 2015 at 3:30 PM UTC

deana-luna

through gritted teeth

barricaded bones and your soft tones sweat. lingering. my belly weeps for your song. and from the tips of this mighty dew-dripped tree and from the depths of this reminiscent lake emerge patterns of varying shapes and sounds with one universal undertone of the way the breath pushes its way out of your lungs through your gritted teeth when i make you ***

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is it fitting That on " national love letter day", I write my first to you? I have written about you since we met. But this, mi amo, is the first directly to you. I had never shared my writings before you I still have them in a notebook full of emotion Locked with the same key that buckled my heart. But you hold it now. So you hold them as well. You are my first in so many things. So I only hope I can be your first in a few. I stand before you exposed, enchanted, and enveloped in your love. I have a habit of writing. I leave notes song names numbers written everywhere... Now, Starting today I'm writing something worth much more. Little tokens. For you. To keep. I'm writing you notes, poems, letters. All about you for you explaining my adoration and pure addiction to you Here is the first of many... I cannot wait till I can wake up quietly, roll over to see you ease out of bed and leave you notes on my pillow where my head was resting " I am out running for your (French vanilla, cream and sugar) coffee and getting you chocolate frosted donuts, be back soon my love" Here is to you baby. Here is to the notes I've yet to leave Here is to the letters I have yet to write The poems yet to share. Here is to you... Because they are all yours. Here is to the first of many. My love... All my letters are yours.

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Sep 26, 2014

Sep 26, 2014 at 11:26 PM UTC

alena-beach

The 1st of all my love letters

is it fitting That on " national love letter day", I write my first to you? I have written about you since we met. But this, mi amo, is the first directly to you. I had never shared my writings before you I still have them in a notebook full of emotion Locked with the same key that buckled my heart. But you hold it now. So you hold them as well. You are my first in so many things. So I only hope I can be your first in a few. I stand before you exposed, enchanted, and enveloped in your love. I have a habit of writing. I leave notes song names numbers written everywhere... Now, Starting today I'm writing something worth much more. Little tokens. For you. To keep. I'm writing you notes, poems, letters. All about you for you explaining my adoration and pure addiction to you Here is the first of many... I cannot wait till I can wake up quietly, roll over to see you ease out of bed and leave you notes on my pillow where my head was resting " I am out running for your (French vanilla, cream and sugar) coffee and getting you chocolate frosted donuts, be back soon my love" Here is to you baby. Here is to the notes I've yet to leave Here is to the letters I have yet to write The poems yet to share. Here is to you... Because they are all yours. Here is to the first of many. My love... All my letters are yours.

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Young women know all about style - how to fix the decimal point between them and their mothers differentiate themselves from Special K over 40s wanna bees mini skirted and high heeled trying to catch their husband’s eye Yummy mummies in their 30’s are separated from the new stock by firm elastic flattened midriffs no bulge or wobble unlined skin taut sometimes navel peirced or ******* their legs wear the 4” heels again on winklepicker pointed toes for a mid century crop of bunioned feet. No scraggy necks or waddle no tea tray arses only plump peaches in the bend over show of skimpy, lacy thongs of ****** floss So, **** femme fatale is cool body object the thing to be flouncing and preening flirting and ******* random hook-ups on the run in the alleys of time on the net in the warp of space Killer ! Whatever ! Wicked ! Yeah feral !

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Aug 25, 2014

Aug 25, 2014 at 1:08 AM UTC

magicpoet01

Feminism's Babes

Young women know all about style - how to fix the decimal point between them and their mothers differentiate themselves from Special K over 40s wanna bees mini skirted and high heeled trying to catch their husband’s eye Yummy mummies in their 30’s are separated from the new stock by firm elastic flattened midriffs no bulge or wobble unlined skin taut sometimes navel peirced or ******* their legs wear the 4” heels again on winklepicker pointed toes for a mid century crop of bunioned feet. No scraggy necks or waddle no tea tray arses only plump peaches in the bend over show of skimpy, lacy thongs of ****** floss So, **** femme fatale is cool body object the thing to be flouncing and preening flirting and ******* random hook-ups on the run in the alleys of time on the net in the warp of space Killer ! Whatever ! Wicked ! Yeah feral !

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