#homely - Hello Poetry

Sometimes One needs to ask Are you really Innocent Or look alike? Hearing it The way They smiled Will make you believe No words will justify

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Dec 20, 2019

Dec 20, 2019 at 11:04 PM UTC

mystic-ink-plus

Naive

Sometimes One needs to ask Are you really Innocent Or look alike? Hearing it The way They smiled Will make you believe No words will justify

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When I look at from the varendah I saw only a green grass floor on my table full of memoranda my bed is behind the french door I am alone standing how lonely! sure it's not a tranquility when my room will be homely? future is unpredictablility Longing for the day when we can be marry and having a chat without a pause while teaseing and tasting one candy sometime doing a bit of faux pas

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Dec 21, 2018

Dec 21, 2018 at 12:33 PM UTC

Wai-Phyo-Win

A Room

When I look at from the varendah I saw only a green grass floor on my table full of memoranda my bed is behind the french door I am alone standing how lonely! sure it's not a tranquility when my room will be homely? future is unpredictablility Longing for the day when we can be marry and having a chat without a pause while teaseing and tasting one candy sometime doing a bit of faux pas

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Intwined and ornate Your hand a permanent fixture on my starving hips Decor draped Blanketing my cushioned lips Flowing over curves and angles Our own knitted home Featuring every blush and brown tone Tears crystallized into ornate pillars poised Our light breath like a foggy void Blurring up the windows, a spreading shimmer In our home we live like comfy sinners KG

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Nov 16, 2018

Nov 16, 2018 at 4:14 PM UTC

poetryforkats

We

Intwined and ornate Your hand a permanent fixture on my starving hips Decor draped Blanketing my cushioned lips Flowing over curves and angles Our own knitted home Featuring every blush and brown tone Tears crystallized into ornate pillars poised Our light breath like a foggy void Blurring up the windows, a spreading shimmer In our home we live like comfy sinners KG

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the longing to be noticed is real we all want our good to be seen being acknowledged makes us feel better than how we have been whenever it stops to flow you thirst for its touch hoping it will show after slipping from your clutch if you would bring this desire to the one who designed you and allow him to inspire you will no longer be confined to relying on people’s praise now swept up in a homlier place you will be set ablaze warmed in God’s embrace

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Aug 21, 2018

Aug 21, 2018 at 10:19 PM UTC

being_human

A Homlier Place

the longing to be noticed is real we all want our good to be seen being acknowledged makes us feel better than how we have been whenever it stops to flow you thirst for its touch hoping it will show after slipping from your clutch if you would bring this desire to the one who designed you and allow him to inspire you will no longer be confined to relying on people’s praise now swept up in a homlier place you will be set ablaze warmed in God’s embrace

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I had a dream last night a dream of thick golden honey it glazed my mind with smells of your earthy musk it smelt like fresh rain on a hazy summers day amongst the blood red roses, where the green grass grows gentle breeze fanning wisps of floral tones under my nose you were stood gingerly, your unmistakable figure underneath an arch of winding creeping branches shrouded gently by rays of refracted light, striking streaks across your soft cheeks and broad shoulders you stride over, and with a touch of my lips you smile, holding a rose, clenched in your fist the thorns drawing blood, almost as if you owed it to them the red powdery petals speckled with dew 'dangerously beautiful' you mouth you lean in, intoxicating as the sickly lazy feeling of summer your hands slithering their way from my lips to my hips we dance, like bees hovering graciously over daises and we sway, slow, drifting and lulling me into content I could feel the crisp grass between my toes the poignantly earthy smell of the damp soil, and your homely sweet musk permeating my foggy head comforting and homely detached I just knew even in my dreaming that I must have this moment with you and the dewy rose that you gifted me its stalk dripping with crisp red iron the breeze and the trees snapping awake, too cold bleak veil of reality I've never yearned so badly desperately trying to slip back into my syrupy imagination but to no avail It was just a dream but one day I vow we will find it k.g.

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Jul 10, 2018

Jul 10, 2018 at 12:02 PM UTC

poetryforkats

Dreaming

I had a dream last night a dream of thick golden honey it glazed my mind with smells of your earthy musk it smelt like fresh rain on a hazy summers day amongst the blood red roses, where the green grass grows gentle breeze fanning wisps of floral tones under my nose you were stood gingerly, your unmistakable figure underneath an arch of winding creeping branches shrouded gently by rays of refracted light, striking streaks across your soft cheeks and broad shoulders you stride over, and with a touch of my lips you smile, holding a rose, clenched in your fist the thorns drawing blood, almost as if you owed it to them the red powdery petals speckled with dew 'dangerously beautiful' you mouth you lean in, intoxicating as the sickly lazy feeling of summer your hands slithering their way from my lips to my hips we dance, like bees hovering graciously over daises and we sway, slow, drifting and lulling me into content I could feel the crisp grass between my toes the poignantly earthy smell of the damp soil, and your homely sweet musk permeating my foggy head comforting and homely detached I just knew even in my dreaming that I must have this moment with you and the dewy rose that you gifted me its stalk dripping with crisp red iron the breeze and the trees snapping awake, too cold bleak veil of reality I've never yearned so badly desperately trying to slip back into my syrupy imagination but to no avail It was just a dream but one day I vow we will find it k.g.

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