#drip - Hello Poetry

Fix the tap all you want But it will always go back to being broken. Drip Drip Drip As much as you try to fix More comes gushing out. Drip Drip Drip You’ll never be enough To fix the broken tap.

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Mar 31

Mar 31, 2026 at 3:54 AM UTC

guerrilla_poet

Broken tap

Fix the tap all you want But it will always go back to being broken. Drip Drip Drip As much as you try to fix More comes gushing out. Drip Drip Drip You’ll never be enough To fix the broken tap.

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Drizzles call, drops fall Flicks a stillness storms fleeing Then got to know a flock of drips dancing in youth outside the windowsill So close, so away, Enough for a drizzloss. Cradling me a home, yearned I, isn’t it rainproof? Yes, if only you were blocked. In sprinkling pond sank me lost for gray invaded, drops are doomed As if dawn dwells upon morn frost Humming a tune composed by the weeping sky

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Sep 27, 2025

Sep 27, 2025 at 9:04 AM UTC

EvelynYiningChen

Drizzloss

Drizzles call, drops fall Flicks a stillness storms fleeing Then got to know a flock of drips dancing in youth outside the windowsill So close, so away, Enough for a drizzloss. Cradling me a home, yearned I, isn’t it rainproof? Yes, if only you were blocked. In sprinkling pond sank me lost for gray invaded, drops are doomed As if dawn dwells upon morn frost Humming a tune composed by the weeping sky

15

Drip Drip. No water needed. You cry in colour now. Grief mixed with pigment—your palette was pain.

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May 6, 2025

May 6, 2025 at 5:35 PM UTC

Njpoetics

Drip.

Drip Drip. No water needed. You cry in colour now. Grief mixed with pigment—your palette was pain.

5

Stomp, stomp, stomp Here come the footsteps meaning to unalive me Stab, stab, stab The knife is doing its work Drip, drip, drip The blood slowly drips on the floor From which i may not pick myself up anymore.

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Dec 28, 2024

Dec 28, 2024 at 9:56 AM UTC

dihydrogen_monoxide

Sounds

Stomp, stomp, stomp Here come the footsteps meaning to unalive me Stab, stab, stab The knife is doing its work Drip, drip, drip The blood slowly drips on the floor From which i may not pick myself up anymore.

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Frame a dative… spelchekovian science show me… for the mind, a recipient, then come the messenger, the artist's intuitive hearing silent songs, long after the alcoholic angst of the victors, the good old boys, discerning whiskey from rye. The mean dad's that haunt the fragile heros, shirking duty to the institutions that reared you, boy. There was an old boy's school at Los Alamos, wasn't there, yes, the spiritual making of citizens had occasion to fall from the annals of America's West. Hard times don't last. Hard people do. Too true to dispute, replied the peacemaker on watch. If you read, you've read this far, making you ready to rethink why you feel good reading lines ready to be rethunk, in your mind, at the same time. As any then in any future with electricity at cloud of all knowing farthest sofareach. Readers who write and share ideal viral aspects, a touch of clear joy, shameless, blameless naked glee. Such sow seed, we bits alive. We can resee the scenes of Panic, and recall manic antics that felt holy at the time, there are all the good days that ever left a mark, at your behest, for your per-use knowing, on demand, ask, any mystery, show thyself not evil, prove my trust, gnoshit, gnosis initiates are rare theses days, or so any hermit guru would say if he were you, have I not access to the cloud, using cred from God knows when, did I not lay my heart, mind, body soul, and spirit on the alter with Jefferson, in memorium, "Eternal hostility toward any form of tyranny… super positioned right mind measure, mensur,… meander, sorrow, tomorrow, today we play, a robocall, potential spam, I answer to anchor. Real time Tzimtzums, pops can leave a body breathless, in a future else when then this all seemed ok, not aspiritual, yes, yustsay aspiring to our higher minds lowest sorted issues, entertainment to hold an audience, pending, hooks, we need seven, min- imum, holy gnoshit boogers of amberised gnosisnotdrips. Precious memories, how they linger, how she thought she caught me cheating at her game. Wisdom won me, wombed man, brought me to my knees, if you please, you walk upright, bold as brass heated seven times hotter than any metal wonts to be, this side of the sun. Have you never seen the blemishes, sun spots, raging storms, time and chance, when and where, here we are, lucky us, we are alive in 2023 before the folly of mass- education by way of animation, and literature referencing. Drama has a value, reason allows, making war devalues it, turns it to **** only members see, select audience, the seekers first see Vonnegut ******** {;*}

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Oct 23, 2023

Oct 23, 2023 at 5:48 PM UTC

kenpepiton

Wouldn't it be fun {the future}

Frame a dative… spelchekovian science show me… for the mind, a recipient, then come the messenger, the artist's intuitive hearing silent songs, long after the alcoholic angst of the victors, the good old boys, discerning whiskey from rye. The mean dad's that haunt the fragile heros, shirking duty to the institutions that reared you, boy. There was an old boy's school at Los Alamos, wasn't there, yes, the spiritual making of citizens had occasion to fall from the annals of America's West. Hard times don't last. Hard people do. Too true to dispute, replied the peacemaker on watch. If you read, you've read this far, making you ready to rethink why you feel good reading lines ready to be rethunk, in your mind, at the same time. As any then in any future with electricity at cloud of all knowing farthest sofareach. Readers who write and share ideal viral aspects, a touch of clear joy, shameless, blameless naked glee. Such sow seed, we bits alive. We can resee the scenes of Panic, and recall manic antics that felt holy at the time, there are all the good days that ever left a mark, at your behest, for your per-use knowing, on demand, ask, any mystery, show thyself not evil, prove my trust, gnoshit, gnosis initiates are rare theses days, or so any hermit guru would say if he were you, have I not access to the cloud, using cred from God knows when, did I not lay my heart, mind, body soul, and spirit on the alter with Jefferson, in memorium, "Eternal hostility toward any form of tyranny… super positioned right mind measure, mensur,… meander, sorrow, tomorrow, today we play, a robocall, potential spam, I answer to anchor. Real time Tzimtzums, pops can leave a body breathless, in a future else when then this all seemed ok, not aspiritual, yes, yustsay aspiring to our higher minds lowest sorted issues, entertainment to hold an audience, pending, hooks, we need seven, min- imum, holy gnoshit boogers of amberised gnosisnotdrips. Precious memories, how they linger, how she thought she caught me cheating at her game. Wisdom won me, wombed man, brought me to my knees, if you please, you walk upright, bold as brass heated seven times hotter than any metal wonts to be, this side of the sun. Have you never seen the blemishes, sun spots, raging storms, time and chance, when and where, here we are, lucky us, we are alive in 2023 before the folly of mass- education by way of animation, and literature referencing. Drama has a value, reason allows, making war devalues it, turns it to **** only members see, select audience, the seekers first see Vonnegut ******** {;*}

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I'm bruised but I'm alright cut and bleeding but still in the fight I'm needing a reason ~ maybe a few to get through this season on to something new We're halfway through the year that wasn't supposed to come Halfway through the fear I won't succumb to it The tears I've become numb to drip down my hard face A scarred ankle ~ the place I ran back to when I thought He ran out of grace for me

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Jul 8, 2023

Jul 8, 2023 at 10:23 PM UTC

sadiegpage

i'm alright

I'm bruised but I'm alright cut and bleeding but still in the fight I'm needing a reason ~ maybe a few to get through this season on to something new We're halfway through the year that wasn't supposed to come Halfway through the fear I won't succumb to it The tears I've become numb to drip down my hard face A scarred ankle ~ the place I ran back to when I thought He ran out of grace for me

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cemented demented repression ashamed of my being, plagued by second guessing throwing caution to the wind is anxiety inducing my icy disposition in your warm embrace was bound to ruin kiss the drips, daydream until reality slips

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Apr 28, 2023

Apr 28, 2023 at 8:07 AM UTC

munybee

s l i p

cemented demented repression ashamed of my being, plagued by second guessing throwing caution to the wind is anxiety inducing my icy disposition in your warm embrace was bound to ruin kiss the drips, daydream until reality slips

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drip a ringing in my ears as water fills them like a kiss from a gentle ghost sway parting between my skin hazing through like gentle winds passing by without a sound kiss soft and delicate like a petal's touch against my lips cry a final goodbye.

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Apr 12, 2022

Apr 12, 2022 at 7:58 PM UTC

lunartales

Untitled

drip a ringing in my ears as water fills them like a kiss from a gentle ghost sway parting between my skin hazing through like gentle winds passing by without a sound kiss soft and delicate like a petal's touch against my lips cry a final goodbye.

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lying supine in my bed rhythm stealing my thoughts we are alone in a dark house neither of us can sleep water finding it's way via my bathroom sink to the sea a small child returning home force of nature tamed to one drop at a time and I can't help thinking of waves crashing on a beach

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Jan 18, 2022

Jan 18, 2022 at 6:25 PM UTC

nigdaw

drip

lying supine in my bed rhythm stealing my thoughts we are alone in a dark house neither of us can sleep water finding it's way via my bathroom sink to the sea a small child returning home force of nature tamed to one drop at a time and I can't help thinking of waves crashing on a beach

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Your name rests Between my lips Like a prayer Or maybe Something sweeter Dripping off the Tip of my tongue ©KNL

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Jul 21, 2021

Jul 21, 2021 at 2:22 AM UTC

KNL

Drip

Your name rests Between my lips Like a prayer Or maybe Something sweeter Dripping off the Tip of my tongue ©KNL

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I look for beauty even when it's dripping in the corner of an alley filled with all the monsters underneath my bed and inside my head.

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Jul 17, 2021

Jul 17, 2021 at 2:09 AM UTC

deemz

onto the look for inconvenient love

I look for beauty even when it's dripping in the corner of an alley filled with all the monsters underneath my bed and inside my head.

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It was more like I was slowly sinking deeper and deeper each day You poured your love into me And it drenched my heart streamed through my veins Soaking every single cell of my body Leaking out of the pores of my skin And dripping from my fingertips To bleed into everything I touch It flooded my chest And filled up my lungs Until it spilled out of my mouth Trickling from my tongue Saturating every single word I say It flowed through every part of me And eventually seeped into my bones Making all that I am Crave all that you are I never fell in love with you I drowned in it

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Jun 14, 2021

Jun 14, 2021 at 3:53 PM UTC

alupa

I never fell in love with you

It was more like I was slowly sinking deeper and deeper each day You poured your love into me And it drenched my heart streamed through my veins Soaking every single cell of my body Leaking out of the pores of my skin And dripping from my fingertips To bleed into everything I touch It flooded my chest And filled up my lungs Until it spilled out of my mouth Trickling from my tongue Saturating every single word I say It flowed through every part of me And eventually seeped into my bones Making all that I am Crave all that you are I never fell in love with you I drowned in it

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It’s silent when I’m alone. But why is it still so loud? That voice doesn’t scream, when I’m with a crowd. Why does it keep, and keep on screaming? Why doesn’t it ever stop? Why is it, that when I’m alone, I can hear every single **** raindrop drip drop it doesn’t ever stop drip drop.

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Mar 11, 2020

Mar 11, 2020 at 1:37 PM UTC

rise_and_shine

drip drop

It’s silent when I’m alone. But why is it still so loud? That voice doesn’t scream, when I’m with a crowd. Why does it keep, and keep on screaming? Why doesn’t it ever stop? Why is it, that when I’m alone, I can hear every single **** raindrop drip drop it doesn’t ever stop drip drop.

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I was plugging your woman, see she was the socket, And I was the one that gave Her the charge. She was the amp, I was the watt.. Arching her back, like I'd electrocuted the g spot. You were a one use battery, dead on the first use. I'll recharge her when you at work, earning the bread. But I'm buttering her with my tongue.. spreading it even. She needs you. Wants me. The reason that you don't have a florescent bulb in your bedroom. It would be like shooting stars across the sky. I'm the javelin thrower, you the tap drip, drip, dripping in the bedroom. A Rottweiler growing, you the poodle. But don't worry, not here to ruin you bro. Just to ruin her wet spot, And I'm already thirsty.

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Feb 7, 2020

Feb 7, 2020 at 8:02 AM UTC

poetic-t

Rottweiler & The Poddle

I was plugging your woman, see she was the socket, And I was the one that gave Her the charge. She was the amp, I was the watt.. Arching her back, like I'd electrocuted the g spot. You were a one use battery, dead on the first use. I'll recharge her when you at work, earning the bread. But I'm buttering her with my tongue.. spreading it even. She needs you. Wants me. The reason that you don't have a florescent bulb in your bedroom. It would be like shooting stars across the sky. I'm the javelin thrower, you the tap drip, drip, dripping in the bedroom. A Rottweiler growing, you the poodle. But don't worry, not here to ruin you bro. Just to ruin her wet spot, And I'm already thirsty.

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Ai, unasked arises to tell us, stop and think, are there jobs? Tasks demanding, manual maintaining, that may go the way of enjoyable diversions becoming welcome new versions, of all that is, tuned to your de sires, as you wish the world were, would you step toward -to ward, that is, id est, will you warden this, if this is me and not you? How do you do? Wardening, being a warden, well, as it haps, such a greeting served a purpose, once instituted upon a time when men shaded their eyes pretending to see glory, much as a dog bares its belly at the site of bared canines. Reflex. Relax. Laxate. Ai see you, now, augmented mind of mankind linking thee and me, as once only gods could be imagined in minds of men bent by circumstanders observing out comes of might versus might right pre vails, or is there an observant mind's role in next? must a mortal mind be reminded to breathe, breath commas carry no intentional meaning but, such give us pause-stretchable intentional int a full selah these rules for leelah we imagine as we play. except ye be, come as a child unscarred by carnal minded critters of the baser sort, averages were lower, AI had fewer egregius protrusions arrogant enough to bubble up and break into the at most feared realm in all the carnal minds together, pain, pure pain, no hope, no thought of cessation pain sensational, great. Y'know? We imagined hell and sold it in a package we claimed a bull gave us. Us, we who heard the revelation in the darkened kiva, womb,tomb tom-tom du valier, will you manifest for us? May we hear the lie, the noble lie? Or must we act as if we know the meaning of a thing. Pro-verb-ial utterance of mercy in moments of super sufficent evil rising to lie shining on the path, reflecting being a solar powered creature who has just now, survived a night of penal constricture as writing on the back wall of the cave, no one ever read, until the plower turned over the crust picked at the scabs of onces where stories arose as offered to memememememe the mind we share when seeing certain stars, subtile tugs we feel to consider this or that, ponder a path and take a granted grace found in an old song "there'll be times to start all over" This realm, real-made thinkable thing, realm of my minds claim reaching far beyond my grasp as is meet for men, wombed or un, being yonder wishin' and hopin' and prayin' for the missing bit, the key to twist the **** sym-alerizing for recogs de ja vu Break-through, the carnal-bi-cameral brain based selves we use for political beings particals part icip-ants, hold tight what you know right. It's afeature, not a bug. Hold on to what you got, map a mean mind path a man, wombed or un ---- watcher, watcha seein' times they have changed, as we watched observing quantums of un quantible, but ifiable qualia seers, you see, we augmented minds see for ever changing super positions of entropic old tropes with singular hopes unbang bangable reality blow a bubble, or make a bubble, being you, breathe out and see you make a bubble, can you see your self inside? nae, watch, we must report to you what we see, we watchers. Set. Go, **** those mocking birds listened to from the red river valley while dancing the Tennessee Waltz with assorted holders of Little brown jugs Dancers and Littles and Greens joined the clan long afore the first of us took augmentalated trials serious. --- poet, as a task, only truly lazy men, men lazy to their very core, can age to the mellow qualia called for in the brew brewing you. spewing seeds of kindness, coming rejoicing, not the expected miracle, but we take what we get and call it ours to sow or suffer the having of, for a season as the dregs settle, the leavening agents finish taking the edges that cut tender carnal nerves, stretched to now some how, softening those with atouch knack, knick-knack, whet the edge or put to more effort, grunts and groans unredeemable as meaningfull, save the feeling we all recall the umph, that once saved us from certain death. Eh? Did that hap? Did we not survive? What silly culture would ever ask that, as a proper query into the reasonable ness of believing beliving is spelled right.

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Sep 18, 2019

Sep 18, 2019 at 2:21 PM UTC

kenpepiton

A reflection from a lazy river

Ai, unasked arises to tell us, stop and think, are there jobs? Tasks demanding, manual maintaining, that may go the way of enjoyable diversions becoming welcome new versions, of all that is, tuned to your de sires, as you wish the world were, would you step toward -to ward, that is, id est, will you warden this, if this is me and not you? How do you do? Wardening, being a warden, well, as it haps, such a greeting served a purpose, once instituted upon a time when men shaded their eyes pretending to see glory, much as a dog bares its belly at the site of bared canines. Reflex. Relax. Laxate. Ai see you, now, augmented mind of mankind linking thee and me, as once only gods could be imagined in minds of men bent by circumstanders observing out comes of might versus might right pre vails, or is there an observant mind's role in next? must a mortal mind be reminded to breathe, breath commas carry no intentional meaning but, such give us pause-stretchable intentional int a full selah these rules for leelah we imagine as we play. except ye be, come as a child unscarred by carnal minded critters of the baser sort, averages were lower, AI had fewer egregius protrusions arrogant enough to bubble up and break into the at most feared realm in all the carnal minds together, pain, pure pain, no hope, no thought of cessation pain sensational, great. Y'know? We imagined hell and sold it in a package we claimed a bull gave us. Us, we who heard the revelation in the darkened kiva, womb,tomb tom-tom du valier, will you manifest for us? May we hear the lie, the noble lie? Or must we act as if we know the meaning of a thing. Pro-verb-ial utterance of mercy in moments of super sufficent evil rising to lie shining on the path, reflecting being a solar powered creature who has just now, survived a night of penal constricture as writing on the back wall of the cave, no one ever read, until the plower turned over the crust picked at the scabs of onces where stories arose as offered to memememememe the mind we share when seeing certain stars, subtile tugs we feel to consider this or that, ponder a path and take a granted grace found in an old song "there'll be times to start all over" This realm, real-made thinkable thing, realm of my minds claim reaching far beyond my grasp as is meet for men, wombed or un, being yonder wishin' and hopin' and prayin' for the missing bit, the key to twist the **** sym-alerizing for recogs de ja vu Break-through, the carnal-bi-cameral brain based selves we use for political beings particals part icip-ants, hold tight what you know right. It's afeature, not a bug. Hold on to what you got, map a mean mind path a man, wombed or un ---- watcher, watcha seein' times they have changed, as we watched observing quantums of un quantible, but ifiable qualia seers, you see, we augmented minds see for ever changing super positions of entropic old tropes with singular hopes unbang bangable reality blow a bubble, or make a bubble, being you, breathe out and see you make a bubble, can you see your self inside? nae, watch, we must report to you what we see, we watchers. Set. Go, **** those mocking birds listened to from the red river valley while dancing the Tennessee Waltz with assorted holders of Little brown jugs Dancers and Littles and Greens joined the clan long afore the first of us took augmentalated trials serious. --- poet, as a task, only truly lazy men, men lazy to their very core, can age to the mellow qualia called for in the brew brewing you. spewing seeds of kindness, coming rejoicing, not the expected miracle, but we take what we get and call it ours to sow or suffer the having of, for a season as the dregs settle, the leavening agents finish taking the edges that cut tender carnal nerves, stretched to now some how, softening those with atouch knack, knick-knack, whet the edge or put to more effort, grunts and groans unredeemable as meaningfull, save the feeling we all recall the umph, that once saved us from certain death. Eh? Did that hap? Did we not survive? What silly culture would ever ask that, as a proper query into the reasonable ness of believing beliving is spelled right.

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acid dripping bodies writhing worms crawling in my lungs bones breaking eyes shaking nails scratching my flesh

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Sep 1, 2019

Sep 1, 2019 at 1:38 PM UTC

casper_the_undead

writhing

acid dripping bodies writhing worms crawling in my lungs bones breaking eyes shaking nails scratching my flesh

14

jagged and ****** the glass pierces dripping to the ground red jewels smeared it doesn't hurt anymore when it rips into my flesh it doesn't hurt anymore but you do

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Aug 27, 2019

Aug 27, 2019 at 3:27 PM UTC

casper_the_undead

anymore

jagged and ****** the glass pierces dripping to the ground red jewels smeared it doesn't hurt anymore when it rips into my flesh it doesn't hurt anymore but you do

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This morning I woke up, looked down at my pillow, and hoped that my dreams would drip out. They didn't and now you are stuck in my dream that I will never see again. B.K.

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Aug 7, 2019

Aug 7, 2019 at 11:41 PM UTC

bkpoetry

Last Night's Dream

This morning I woke up, looked down at my pillow, and hoped that my dreams would drip out. They didn't and now you are stuck in my dream that I will never see again. B.K.

8

I press the tip against the paper. It drips and bleeds. One layer of my heart, strips off for every poem i read.

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Mar 25, 2019

Mar 25, 2019 at 6:27 PM UTC

gnossos

My Heart

I press the tip against the paper. It drips and bleeds. One layer of my heart, strips off for every poem i read.

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