#earthy - Hello Poetry

You smell like pure warmth, sweet and heady, like a muggy summer night just after a heavy rainfall; earthy. A wet cedar, woody scent with an undertone of citrus. You smell of home, a sheltered blanket of safety.

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Oct 16, 2023

Oct 16, 2023 at 4:06 PM UTC

Nickel

Citrus

You smell like pure warmth, sweet and heady, like a muggy summer night just after a heavy rainfall; earthy. A wet cedar, woody scent with an undertone of citrus. You smell of home, a sheltered blanket of safety.

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If you really Want to listen Listen to the silence Silent Eyes Silent Breathe Silent Heart Whatever you need To hear Exists there Thanks For your understanding A voice of the soul

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Nov 3, 2022

Nov 3, 2022 at 7:41 AM UTC

mystic-ink-plus

Earthy

If you really Want to listen Listen to the silence Silent Eyes Silent Breathe Silent Heart Whatever you need To hear Exists there Thanks For your understanding A voice of the soul

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Are those green hopes? Can’t we all hear their whispers love? Calling without sounds, Dancing without moves Palms and fingers touch with heartily sun-sprays. Together, we all grow, an emerged labour fun Where commence to our very first earthly love touch.

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May 1, 2020

May 1, 2020 at 3:57 AM UTC

AngelXJ

Earthy love

Are those green hopes? Can’t we all hear their whispers love? Calling without sounds, Dancing without moves Palms and fingers touch with heartily sun-sprays. Together, we all grow, an emerged labour fun Where commence to our very first earthly love touch.

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on the road put honestly and raw, my body needs your body, raw and honestly put, on the road

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Jul 22, 2019

Jul 22, 2019 at 11:24 AM UTC

prolly

on the road

on the road put honestly and raw, my body needs your body, raw and honestly put, on the road

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Essence, raw resins Yellow, brown sticky substance A scent too earthy

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Mar 17, 2015

Mar 17, 2015 at 11:59 PM UTC

sherlene2

Haiku 3-17-2015c

Essence, raw resins Yellow, brown sticky substance A scent too earthy

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Ruddy and worn, Dusted by turf and salt, Sun rose cheeked and blue Clouded eye spurt in a gait Ended by mute journeys and toil. He breaks the long day with a shove As the old pocked door is waiting to be Opened. At the crowning stand of the bar He orders his Craic, some froth of tar, his black Medicinal and when the tales of tall pints grow, sinking, Live, flickering light slows and smoulders, shoulders with moist Embers of smoke trailing by with an impromptu céilí and all is brilliant, Blind, awful and right, cast in the sprite, spirited dance of the verbal swirlings.

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Feb 9, 2015

Feb 9, 2015 at 10:14 AM UTC

ormond

Bogman

Ruddy and worn, Dusted by turf and salt, Sun rose cheeked and blue Clouded eye spurt in a gait Ended by mute journeys and toil. He breaks the long day with a shove As the old pocked door is waiting to be Opened. At the crowning stand of the bar He orders his Craic, some froth of tar, his black Medicinal and when the tales of tall pints grow, sinking, Live, flickering light slows and smoulders, shoulders with moist Embers of smoke trailing by with an impromptu céilí and all is brilliant, Blind, awful and right, cast in the sprite, spirited dance of the verbal swirlings.

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A man once told me earnestly, I was dirt. And my mind got all unbalanced with distraught. What’s the worth of dirt? It was not until lab nine that the comment touched my heart. “Composting and Soil” hit an emotional spot. I am dirt. I am the feminine form of Adam, Adamah. Biblical Hebrew for “Ground” and “earth.” The chosen medium of the Father’s formation. Water, Sun and Air Father, Son and Holy Spirit Entering me daily to heal me, grow me, thrive the seeds He is planting to reveal His vine. In a very figurative and literal sense. Daughter, wife and mother ground Purposed for *********** Saturated in Christ, piercing love and bearing children. Teach the fruit only the Lord develops Through Christ, soil once unworthy, is valuable Such as man’s duty is to cultivate the earth I am dirt, Cultivate me.

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Dec 26, 2014

Dec 26, 2014 at 8:52 PM UTC

bokehhiccups

I am Dirt.

A man once told me earnestly, I was dirt. And my mind got all unbalanced with distraught. What’s the worth of dirt? It was not until lab nine that the comment touched my heart. “Composting and Soil” hit an emotional spot. I am dirt. I am the feminine form of Adam, Adamah. Biblical Hebrew for “Ground” and “earth.” The chosen medium of the Father’s formation. Water, Sun and Air Father, Son and Holy Spirit Entering me daily to heal me, grow me, thrive the seeds He is planting to reveal His vine. In a very figurative and literal sense. Daughter, wife and mother ground Purposed for *********** Saturated in Christ, piercing love and bearing children. Teach the fruit only the Lord develops Through Christ, soil once unworthy, is valuable Such as man’s duty is to cultivate the earth I am dirt, Cultivate me.

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Ruddy and worn, Dusted by turf and salt, Sun rose cheeked and blue Clouded eye spurt in a gait Ended by mute journeys and toil. He breaks the long day with a shove As the old pocked door is waiting to be Opened. At the crowning stand of the bar He orders his Craic, some froth of tar, his black Medicinal and when the tales of tall pints grow, sinking, Live, flickering light slows and smoulders, shoulders with moist Embers of smoke trailing by with an impromptu céilí and all is brilliant, Blind, awful and right, cast in the sprite, spirited dance of the verbal swirlings.

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Jul 30, 2014

Jul 30, 2014 at 11:20 PM UTC

ormond

Bogman

Ruddy and worn, Dusted by turf and salt, Sun rose cheeked and blue Clouded eye spurt in a gait Ended by mute journeys and toil. He breaks the long day with a shove As the old pocked door is waiting to be Opened. At the crowning stand of the bar He orders his Craic, some froth of tar, his black Medicinal and when the tales of tall pints grow, sinking, Live, flickering light slows and smoulders, shoulders with moist Embers of smoke trailing by with an impromptu céilí and all is brilliant, Blind, awful and right, cast in the sprite, spirited dance of the verbal swirlings.

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