#elbow
the couch didn’t creak
until your elbow brushed mine
not loudly,
just enough to shift the air.
your shoulder found a hollow
I didn’t know I carried,
and suddenly
the room felt smaller
but not cramped.
we didn’t speak,
but something aligned
like pages pressed
without folding.
Nov 11, 2025
Nov 11, 2025 at 11:13 AM UTC
authentic shots from the shooting place in iran.
dozens of people died
however
she is not ashamed of her beauty. the famous model
let her ******* peek out at the ceremonial party –
all good
then
Jun 9, 2020
Jun 9, 2020 at 7:09 AM UTC
they know
where tobacco grows
and why I
forgot to put down the pants
I heard
the drowning underwater
I afraid
whether the outer limit
gets closer
I never
put any elbow
in it
to play with water
to add some fire
and as a last caress
against the dark halfdom of space
I'll do my best
watch celestial bodies
and say I've seen it thousand times
I ought to guide you
toward necropolis
because I have two missed calls
both yours
May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 2:10 AM UTC
Hello, I'm trying to write a poetic composition about my/an elbow, can someone please contribute or suggest something to this I need help, I know that it still sound half-assed and this poem badly needs surgery.
Your elbow is a canvas of a Van Gogh painting
Ocean currents, circling and weaving
stretching out as far as your arm would permit
you to hold such unrecognized beauty
Your elbow is a sheet of brilliant bronze laced
in layers of velveteen gold
stitched to shame the easy maze of your fingerprints
Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 2:23 PM UTC