#bump - Hello Poetry

A hard bump and a grassy lump A love that never will grow old A tiny bump beneath the skin Where life anew will now begin.

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Jul 10, 2025

Jul 10, 2025 at 8:56 AM UTC

david-p-carroll

A Hard Bump.

A hard bump and a grassy lump A love that never will grow old A tiny bump beneath the skin Where life anew will now begin.

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I try to view as just a bump in the road Wish silently the right way to be shown I've been walking this path for so many years Other directions seem to disappear I sit and wait for opportunity's knock It doesn't Continue to walk.. Against wall my back is pressed Is this destiny or simply a test? I should be alarmed The darkness closing in It's nothing compared to the blackness within

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Nov 21, 2021

Nov 21, 2021 at 1:40 AM UTC

AmandaKayBurke

Bump In The Road

I try to view as just a bump in the road Wish silently the right way to be shown I've been walking this path for so many years Other directions seem to disappear I sit and wait for opportunity's knock It doesn't Continue to walk.. Against wall my back is pressed Is this destiny or simply a test? I should be alarmed The darkness closing in It's nothing compared to the blackness within

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a single note a minor incident but a major fallback

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Dec 2, 2020

Dec 2, 2020 at 12:16 AM UTC

sincerelyscholtens

that doesn't sound right

a single note a minor incident but a major fallback

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Maybe in misguided mistakes Messes made, erratic errors, There is beauty hiding to be found A point to all the madness and terrors I want to believe in bigger reasons Tried and failed so many times The blood I've shed and sacrificed Payment for past crimes Every up is shortly followed By an equal down The saying states that what goes Around will come back around Today I celebrate every gain Do not mourn any loss There is meaning to be found In each bump you come across

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Mar 27, 2019

Mar 27, 2019 at 6:15 PM UTC

AmandaKayBurke

Meaningful Messes

Maybe in misguided mistakes Messes made, erratic errors, There is beauty hiding to be found A point to all the madness and terrors I want to believe in bigger reasons Tried and failed so many times The blood I've shed and sacrificed Payment for past crimes Every up is shortly followed By an equal down The saying states that what goes Around will come back around Today I celebrate every gain Do not mourn any loss There is meaning to be found In each bump you come across

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Cry on, girl Your troubles seem hard But nobody hears it - Your heart is scarred. Why does each blow Come with shortness of breath And every step back  Come with pain in your chest? You used to be stronger Have walls in your heart And an inner fire That burned from the start. But you learned over time That people let you down And sometimes they’re simply Just not around. You faced lots of things Alone and you fought To stay afloat - Is harder than you thought. Over time I guess Those bumps in the road Caused by falling objects Make the path corrode. Running back and forth Arms shielding your head Seems more like a chicken dance Than a way to get ahead. So you lay down your load And collapse to the floor Wondering as always How much more?

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Dec 5, 2018

Dec 5, 2018 at 2:31 PM UTC

xaha

Much more

Cry on, girl Your troubles seem hard But nobody hears it - Your heart is scarred. Why does each blow Come with shortness of breath And every step back  Come with pain in your chest? You used to be stronger Have walls in your heart And an inner fire That burned from the start. But you learned over time That people let you down And sometimes they’re simply Just not around. You faced lots of things Alone and you fought To stay afloat - Is harder than you thought. Over time I guess Those bumps in the road Caused by falling objects Make the path corrode. Running back and forth Arms shielding your head Seems more like a chicken dance Than a way to get ahead. So you lay down your load And collapse to the floor Wondering as always How much more?

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Took a second look at our relationship today Wrapped arms around the present moment Why did you stay if you yearned to go? This morning conveyed the hint. Time after time the plan defers off-track When everything is determined to go wrong I'll be there regardless of how low our blows get To take us where hearts belong. Each time we face a new bump in the road I'll be there to cheer on while you fix the tire Promise my company to you Even if not what you desire.

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Sep 15, 2018

Sep 15, 2018 at 2:06 AM UTC

AmandaKayBurke

Second-Looking

Took a second look at our relationship today Wrapped arms around the present moment Why did you stay if you yearned to go? This morning conveyed the hint. Time after time the plan defers off-track When everything is determined to go wrong I'll be there regardless of how low our blows get To take us where hearts belong. Each time we face a new bump in the road I'll be there to cheer on while you fix the tire Promise my company to you Even if not what you desire.

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when trump meets with putin the one shows his routine the other goes bump when he bows over his **** just to fail with his gross highfalutin'

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Jul 21, 2018

Jul 21, 2018 at 4:07 PM UTC

wwhoelbling

putin trumps (Limerick)

when trump meets with putin the one shows his routine the other goes bump when he bows over his **** just to fail with his gross highfalutin'

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Please don’t pity my situation I’m frozen in situ Don’t smile and **** your head Don’t say awww or that’s a shame Don’t pat my hand and assume it will happen Don’t tell me I’m missing out Don’t tell me I’ll never understand until it happens to me Don’t assume your life is more fulfilled then mine Don’t pretend it makes you more mature then me Don’t make me a faux Aunty to another friends fruit Don’t joke about lending or sitting like it’s the same Don’t imagine Yours could ever be a substitute for mine That they could replace the ache in my heart or fill it with what it’s missing - even worse be greatful for the privilege Don’t act like it’s a grand gester like your giving my life meaning When things are awful and bad don’t tell me you stay for them and use them as an excuse to not walk away Don’t tell me if I had I’d under stand Don’t make me feel incomplete because I haven’t - I’m already feeling it Don’t call me lucky because I sleep in Don’t say “nice for some” when I go out it isn’t my choice Don’t assume this is about freedom Don’t pretend it will happen one day Don’t put your false hopes onto me Don’t assume he will leave me if I don’t deliver - we’re much more then potentials Ps Don’t assume it’s because of the weight Don’t give me a gimmick or tips Don’t tell me your storys Don’t talk about it or predict about it Dont tell me about feelings in your waters Don’t treat me like this is my only purpose Dont think I get hurt because you grow and blossom in a way I can’t Don’t assume I’m bitter and resentful Don’t pretend I can’t be happy for you Dont treat me like I’m broken like my whole exsistence revolves around a broken womb .......I’m so much more .......I’ve seen so much more, felt so much more, grown and lost .......I live so much more and want so much more .......I have more plans and options then you can imagine My back up plan is full of love and life still!! (C) Ashley Kane FB

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Mar 31, 2018

Mar 31, 2018 at 9:56 AM UTC

fionaboddy

Situation: Barron

Please don’t pity my situation I’m frozen in situ Don’t smile and **** your head Don’t say awww or that’s a shame Don’t pat my hand and assume it will happen Don’t tell me I’m missing out Don’t tell me I’ll never understand until it happens to me Don’t assume your life is more fulfilled then mine Don’t pretend it makes you more mature then me Don’t make me a faux Aunty to another friends fruit Don’t joke about lending or sitting like it’s the same Don’t imagine Yours could ever be a substitute for mine That they could replace the ache in my heart or fill it with what it’s missing - even worse be greatful for the privilege Don’t act like it’s a grand gester like your giving my life meaning When things are awful and bad don’t tell me you stay for them and use them as an excuse to not walk away Don’t tell me if I had I’d under stand Don’t make me feel incomplete because I haven’t - I’m already feeling it Don’t call me lucky because I sleep in Don’t say “nice for some” when I go out it isn’t my choice Don’t assume this is about freedom Don’t pretend it will happen one day Don’t put your false hopes onto me Don’t assume he will leave me if I don’t deliver - we’re much more then potentials Ps Don’t assume it’s because of the weight Don’t give me a gimmick or tips Don’t tell me your storys Don’t talk about it or predict about it Dont tell me about feelings in your waters Don’t treat me like this is my only purpose Dont think I get hurt because you grow and blossom in a way I can’t Don’t assume I’m bitter and resentful Don’t pretend I can’t be happy for you Dont treat me like I’m broken like my whole exsistence revolves around a broken womb .......I’m so much more .......I’ve seen so much more, felt so much more, grown and lost .......I live so much more and want so much more .......I have more plans and options then you can imagine My back up plan is full of love and life still!! (C) Ashley Kane FB

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Warming up like an electric orchestra, the sound of your dad’s band practice seeped through the vents from the basement. Drums vibrated from the floor into my feet, And we tapped our toes together, thump thump thump. Drowning out the 80’s punk, your mom plays polka in the kitchen, making pasta. I stand over the sauce stained stove watching the *** of water sizzle to accordion cries and the idea of clogs. We sway from side to side. Your hands hang off my hips. Retreating, back to your blue room, we wait for the wafting smells of garlic, grilled onions and peppers to call us for dinner. You pull out your keyboard, a pen, a pad. Pressing buttons, I hear synthesizers and song samples through your headphones. We smile, bobbing our heads in sync, Bump, bump, bump. ~ Finding myself in a foreign living room, I am alone. The TV is on mute and a “motivational” speech muffles through his speakers. There are no basement bands. No pasta, no polka, or clogs and cries. Only sounds of silence. I press my feet against the floor. I can’t hear the bumps, I can’t feel the thumps

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Mar 2, 2017

Mar 2, 2017 at 2:18 PM UTC

mc-hammered

Polka & 80's Punk

Warming up like an electric orchestra, the sound of your dad’s band practice seeped through the vents from the basement. Drums vibrated from the floor into my feet, And we tapped our toes together, thump thump thump. Drowning out the 80’s punk, your mom plays polka in the kitchen, making pasta. I stand over the sauce stained stove watching the *** of water sizzle to accordion cries and the idea of clogs. We sway from side to side. Your hands hang off my hips. Retreating, back to your blue room, we wait for the wafting smells of garlic, grilled onions and peppers to call us for dinner. You pull out your keyboard, a pen, a pad. Pressing buttons, I hear synthesizers and song samples through your headphones. We smile, bobbing our heads in sync, Bump, bump, bump. ~ Finding myself in a foreign living room, I am alone. The TV is on mute and a “motivational” speech muffles through his speakers. There are no basement bands. No pasta, no polka, or clogs and cries. Only sounds of silence. I press my feet against the floor. I can’t hear the bumps, I can’t feel the thumps

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Jump, Jump, jump, bump, Heaven to earth, jump Bump, jump, bump, jump Trip, slip and bump Like **** **** **** Don’t pile money jump

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May 7, 2015

May 7, 2015 at 6:16 AM UTC

zik

JUMP, BUMP, JUMP, BUMP

Jump, Jump, jump, bump, Heaven to earth, jump Bump, jump, bump, jump Trip, slip and bump Like **** **** **** Don’t pile money jump

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settle this 12

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Apr 8, 2015

Apr 8, 2015 at 9:18 PM UTC

apricotwhipcream

Qantum leap a boundry NEEIIATTHHEERR

settle this 12

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Slowly and soft Playing, laughing, experimenting Relaxed and happy Then passionately and long Cheeks, lips, jaw, neck, and lips again Deep and ******* Forehead to the belly button Behind the neck to bump down Rubbing nose and cheeks Pressing lips Fondling ******* and **** Cuddling with ears Embracing eyes, looking shy Spices of variety Bare skin A touch of sensation Against a wall, on the ground Or in my hands, over me, into each other Tightly locked, so soothing A spider web Searching hands, unexplored regions Wet and moist Taking a break Doing it all over again and again and again Until the morning rushes upon us

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Jan 2, 2015

Jan 2, 2015 at 2:41 PM UTC

salil-jha

KISSES

Slowly and soft Playing, laughing, experimenting Relaxed and happy Then passionately and long Cheeks, lips, jaw, neck, and lips again Deep and ******* Forehead to the belly button Behind the neck to bump down Rubbing nose and cheeks Pressing lips Fondling ******* and **** Cuddling with ears Embracing eyes, looking shy Spices of variety Bare skin A touch of sensation Against a wall, on the ground Or in my hands, over me, into each other Tightly locked, so soothing A spider web Searching hands, unexplored regions Wet and moist Taking a break Doing it all over again and again and again Until the morning rushes upon us

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