#distances - Hello Poetry

Because i don't see you very often, I bottle up our time together, like grapes in sunny weather, made into delicious wine. So when the feeling hits me, reaching for the metaphysical corkscrew, taste that memory, with every detail, even the what seemed Insignificant. We're sat in the car, you got raw milk in a jar, but the dates gone too far, throw it into the bin! but that would be a sin, maybe all's not lost, especially at the ****** cost, maybe the cream will be okay? Mmmmm it is, my senses say, satisfied we drive away.

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7d ago

May 27, 2026 at 5:33 PM UTC

Nick-Moore

Memory Wine

Because i don't see you very often, I bottle up our time together, like grapes in sunny weather, made into delicious wine. So when the feeling hits me, reaching for the metaphysical corkscrew, taste that memory, with every detail, even the what seemed Insignificant. We're sat in the car, you got raw milk in a jar, but the dates gone too far, throw it into the bin! but that would be a sin, maybe all's not lost, especially at the ****** cost, maybe the cream will be okay? Mmmmm it is, my senses say, satisfied we drive away.

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it'd be a life that you and i know if we collect seashells at the coast counting fishes in the sea especially those with a gray back

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May 19

May 19, 2026 at 5:49 PM UTC

cemyekta

Untitled

it'd be a life that you and i know if we collect seashells at the coast counting fishes in the sea especially those with a gray back

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I know I'm mortal, Shed all that gap in there, And I'm immortal.

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Nov 6, 2025

Nov 6, 2025 at 8:29 PM UTC

Atul

I'm Mortal

I know I'm mortal, Shed all that gap in there, And I'm immortal.

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Distances ... Distances ... don't change anything ... and it doesn't mean to me ... as long ... my heart ... it only beats you ... it not change ... the feelings of my heart ... not at night ... nor during the day ... however ... the sensors of your heart ... are all ... engraved inside my heart ... to feel you ... as the real ... wherever you are ... yes my sweetheart ... how long that distance was ... it means nothing ... because my heart ... lives you ... loves only you ... and broke it ... every night ... hazem al ...

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Jan 10, 2023

Jan 10, 2023 at 1:33 AM UTC

hazem-al-jaber

Distances ...

Distances ... Distances ... don't change anything ... and it doesn't mean to me ... as long ... my heart ... it only beats you ... it not change ... the feelings of my heart ... not at night ... nor during the day ... however ... the sensors of your heart ... are all ... engraved inside my heart ... to feel you ... as the real ... wherever you are ... yes my sweetheart ... how long that distance was ... it means nothing ... because my heart ... lives you ... loves only you ... and broke it ... every night ... hazem al ...

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- what do you say to someone you love from such a distance ? a stroke could be measured by how far it is from the first floor to the intensive care unit or from the steering wheel to the door **** of the hospital entrance or from your drive way to the spot where you have to pay for parking or from the handset of your telephone to his ear— exhausted, you can only whisper into it— "i love you Daddy" and hope this time he can feel your breath... s jones Nov 2021 .

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Nov 27, 2021

Nov 27, 2021 at 5:29 AM UTC

seranaea

long distance backstroke

- what do you say to someone you love from such a distance ? a stroke could be measured by how far it is from the first floor to the intensive care unit or from the steering wheel to the door **** of the hospital entrance or from your drive way to the spot where you have to pay for parking or from the handset of your telephone to his ear— exhausted, you can only whisper into it— "i love you Daddy" and hope this time he can feel your breath... s jones Nov 2021 .

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Distances by Michael R. Burch There is a small cleanness about her, as if she has always just been washed, and there is a dull obedience to convention in her accommodating slenderness as she feints at her salad. She has never heard of Faust, or Frost, and she is unlikely to have been seen rummaging through bookstores for mementos of others more difficult to name. She might imagine “poetry” to be something in common between us, as we write, bridging the expanse between convention and something . . . something the world calls “art” for want of a better word. At night I scream at the conventions of both our worlds, at the distances between words and their objects: distances come lately between us, like a clean break. Published by Verse Libre, Triplopia, Lone Stars. Keywords/Tags: distance, distances, convention, books, bookstores, art, literature, poetry, chasm, abyss, divide, Faust, Frost, clean break

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Apr 3, 2020

Apr 3, 2020 at 3:40 AM UTC

michael-r-burch

Distances

Distances by Michael R. Burch There is a small cleanness about her, as if she has always just been washed, and there is a dull obedience to convention in her accommodating slenderness as she feints at her salad. She has never heard of Faust, or Frost, and she is unlikely to have been seen rummaging through bookstores for mementos of others more difficult to name. She might imagine “poetry” to be something in common between us, as we write, bridging the expanse between convention and something . . . something the world calls “art” for want of a better word. At night I scream at the conventions of both our worlds, at the distances between words and their objects: distances come lately between us, like a clean break. Published by Verse Libre, Triplopia, Lone Stars. Keywords/Tags: distance, distances, convention, books, bookstores, art, literature, poetry, chasm, abyss, divide, Faust, Frost, clean break

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— written on jul. 17, 2018 Green— you walked kinda fast to reach the other side. A lot of people beside you were doing the same, but it was only you whom I can see. Red— I stopped. I stopped because I remembered the way my muscle felt when I saw your face from a distance. It was a short pause followed by the racing of my heart. Yellow— no, it’s not that Coldplay song. Ready. Just by seeing your face, I could tell I was ready for it. Ready for your touch, your kiss, and your love. It was a swift turn. The times of trips on the road as you held my hand and stir the wheel on the other. The moments we sang one song and felt like this would never end. And those are memories to be cherished. Gone are the days we felt no distance in between. But remember this darling, we may be far apart but our hearts lie within short distances.

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Nov 3, 2018

Nov 3, 2018 at 10:45 AM UTC

astronormie

Short Distances

— written on jul. 17, 2018 Green— you walked kinda fast to reach the other side. A lot of people beside you were doing the same, but it was only you whom I can see. Red— I stopped. I stopped because I remembered the way my muscle felt when I saw your face from a distance. It was a short pause followed by the racing of my heart. Yellow— no, it’s not that Coldplay song. Ready. Just by seeing your face, I could tell I was ready for it. Ready for your touch, your kiss, and your love. It was a swift turn. The times of trips on the road as you held my hand and stir the wheel on the other. The moments we sang one song and felt like this would never end. And those are memories to be cherished. Gone are the days we felt no distance in between. But remember this darling, we may be far apart but our hearts lie within short distances.

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I wish I could stop the distances from growing, make my mind reside back in my body, turn reality into a dream so it could hurt less, feel better when I cry, erase the borders between us so we become one, dry the oceans so I could cross them, fill them again with my tears and maybe jump in, test how deep the damage in my mind, distance myself from crying again and reside in a dream.

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Dec 7, 2018

Dec 7, 2018 at 3:36 PM UTC

deemz

I wish I could... I wish...I could..

I wish I could stop the distances from growing, make my mind reside back in my body, turn reality into a dream so it could hurt less, feel better when I cry, erase the borders between us so we become one, dry the oceans so I could cross them, fill them again with my tears and maybe jump in, test how deep the damage in my mind, distance myself from crying again and reside in a dream.

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What are the changes of five years' tugging and pulling On your mind, your face, your frame? I have seen the years' etchings on my own face, Felt the downward pull, the weight of years, Seen wrinkles that had never been appear. What thoughts you must have had in five years' time, I cannot really know, but I have tried, and I have cried The long nights away, and the days have lingered on, And I have missed your serious face, and your laughing eyes, And your fire. Oh, I have grown chill without your fire! I know the depths to which I have plumbed, sounding answers, But answers never seem to come, and the plumb returns dry, When I wind it back to my weary, waiting heart. Though my hopes drop silently into depths like falling stone, No splash rewards my falling heart to tell me I am not alone. So, birthdays come and go, and though we, both of us, grow old, Still I have hope to spend, and at least a falling stone moves on, And nothing ever really stops, so I hope on...so I hope on. If you read these words some day, know my love won't go away, That in every way I long to hear your voice, to see your face. Love always, Dad

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Mar 21, 2017

Mar 21, 2017 at 2:44 PM UTC

don-bouchard

Brynde's Birthday 2017

What are the changes of five years' tugging and pulling On your mind, your face, your frame? I have seen the years' etchings on my own face, Felt the downward pull, the weight of years, Seen wrinkles that had never been appear. What thoughts you must have had in five years' time, I cannot really know, but I have tried, and I have cried The long nights away, and the days have lingered on, And I have missed your serious face, and your laughing eyes, And your fire. Oh, I have grown chill without your fire! I know the depths to which I have plumbed, sounding answers, But answers never seem to come, and the plumb returns dry, When I wind it back to my weary, waiting heart. Though my hopes drop silently into depths like falling stone, No splash rewards my falling heart to tell me I am not alone. So, birthdays come and go, and though we, both of us, grow old, Still I have hope to spend, and at least a falling stone moves on, And nothing ever really stops, so I hope on...so I hope on. If you read these words some day, know my love won't go away, That in every way I long to hear your voice, to see your face. Love always, Dad

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She craves for your smile and the look in your eyes, while you think of someone and your head full of whys. She hears the throb of your heart despite of great distance, while you choose to keep silent and hide your presence. She's quietly telling you that she listens and cares, while you seek for someone's sweet stares. She patiently waits for the time you will talk, while you choose to give no words and just walk. And she knows you will never notice the whisper of her heart, not only because you are North and she is South— it is because in you heart, she'll never have a part. Steph Dionisio, November 13, 2015

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Nov 13, 2015

Nov 13, 2015 at 6:37 AM UTC

imstephdionisio

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She craves for your smile and the look in your eyes, while you think of someone and your head full of whys. She hears the throb of your heart despite of great distance, while you choose to keep silent and hide your presence. She's quietly telling you that she listens and cares, while you seek for someone's sweet stares. She patiently waits for the time you will talk, while you choose to give no words and just walk. And she knows you will never notice the whisper of her heart, not only because you are North and she is South— it is because in you heart, she'll never have a part. Steph Dionisio, November 13, 2015

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I am here You are there Yet we both are near Come that one bit closer Let all distances disappear Just bear it with me We will synchronize Come respire with me Let both our lips meet Hips moving to the beat

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May 2, 2015

May 2, 2015 at 12:02 AM UTC

Atul

Distances Disappear

I am here You are there Yet we both are near Come that one bit closer Let all distances disappear Just bear it with me We will synchronize Come respire with me Let both our lips meet Hips moving to the beat

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A maze meant Loving You Across Space and Time Direction spites Crossroads Hello. I am here

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Jul 8, 2014

Jul 8, 2014 at 11:25 AM UTC

bg-ibanez

Amazement

A maze meant Loving You Across Space and Time Direction spites Crossroads Hello. I am here

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