#houseparty - Hello Poetry

almost everyone had left by the time the clock struck midnight. you kissed me at the top of the stairs, then, after getting more wine, announced to the room, i’m staying here, by the way. my housemate offered you blankets — bless him, so unaware. you said you’d take over my bed, and i could sleep wherever i wanted. that was the night i realised i was madly in love. i knew it may hurt, but i couldn’t refuse signing up.

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Aug 14, 2025

Aug 14, 2025 at 1:06 PM UTC

kortuvalentinepoetry

guest privileges.

almost everyone had left by the time the clock struck midnight. you kissed me at the top of the stairs, then, after getting more wine, announced to the room, i’m staying here, by the way. my housemate offered you blankets — bless him, so unaware. you said you’d take over my bed, and i could sleep wherever i wanted. that was the night i realised i was madly in love. i knew it may hurt, but i couldn’t refuse signing up.

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sweaty bodies swarm the house with a red solo cup in hand filled with alcohol and bad decisions others are outside sitting around a fire passing the tobacco wrapped drug talking about life and such there’s a girl sitting on the couch sipping her drink as she looks for the boy she’s in love with

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Sep 22, 2017

Sep 22, 2017 at 11:11 AM UTC

helenawrites

the party

sweaty bodies swarm the house with a red solo cup in hand filled with alcohol and bad decisions others are outside sitting around a fire passing the tobacco wrapped drug talking about life and such there’s a girl sitting on the couch sipping her drink as she looks for the boy she’s in love with

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Watch me as I two-step, or twinkle my toes, or Shake my body, dancing two, and fro, There ain't nobody's watching, time to rock-n-roll, watch me as I two-step, or Twinkle my toes I go!!! I'M JUST DANCING ALL AROUND, and HAVING A BLAST, FEELING SO OPTIMISTIC, HOPE THIS FEELING WILL LAST, YES, My own HOUSE PARTY, Having so much fun, Ya'll be doing th same, I'm not the only one!!! SO, IF YOU'RE FEELING GOOD, FROM YOUR HEAD TO YOUR SHOES, Get on up, Feel the Groove, GRASP THE MUSIC, AND MOVE!!! NOW, GET ON UP, AND BOOGIE, HERE WE GO, HERE WE GO, KEEP ON DANCING, AND GROOVING, AS IF NOBODY KNOWS!!! B.R. Date: 9/15/2025

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Sep 15, 2025

Sep 15, 2025 at 2:44 PM UTC

msbellepoetry44

I will Dance like nobody's watching

Watch me as I two-step, or twinkle my toes, or Shake my body, dancing two, and fro, There ain't nobody's watching, time to rock-n-roll, watch me as I two-step, or Twinkle my toes I go!!! I'M JUST DANCING ALL AROUND, and HAVING A BLAST, FEELING SO OPTIMISTIC, HOPE THIS FEELING WILL LAST, YES, My own HOUSE PARTY, Having so much fun, Ya'll be doing th same, I'm not the only one!!! SO, IF YOU'RE FEELING GOOD, FROM YOUR HEAD TO YOUR SHOES, Get on up, Feel the Groove, GRASP THE MUSIC, AND MOVE!!! NOW, GET ON UP, AND BOOGIE, HERE WE GO, HERE WE GO, KEEP ON DANCING, AND GROOVING, AS IF NOBODY KNOWS!!! B.R. Date: 9/15/2025

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i tidied the corners, stories simmered in the chilli, scattered petals on the grass — rose-red, next to a single lily. i’d chosen the music with care, but laughter co-wrote the score, each chorus pulling us closer to something warmer than before. we bathed in rain, clouds, and sun, each one carrying a moment, where secrets come undone, and quiet truths are spoken. the fairy lights lit up, as the world flipped slowly — a circle of soft goodbyes turning intimate into holy. as the solstice faded, and it struck twelve once more, a day like this feels sacred, as the season shifts the shore. this night won't conclude us, though the dusk will surely dim. we are only at the beginning, on the edge where stories swim.

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Jun 22, 2025

Jun 22, 2025 at 10:36 AM UTC

kortuvalentinepoetry

summer solstice.

i tidied the corners, stories simmered in the chilli, scattered petals on the grass — rose-red, next to a single lily. i’d chosen the music with care, but laughter co-wrote the score, each chorus pulling us closer to something warmer than before. we bathed in rain, clouds, and sun, each one carrying a moment, where secrets come undone, and quiet truths are spoken. the fairy lights lit up, as the world flipped slowly — a circle of soft goodbyes turning intimate into holy. as the solstice faded, and it struck twelve once more, a day like this feels sacred, as the season shifts the shore. this night won't conclude us, though the dusk will surely dim. we are only at the beginning, on the edge where stories swim.

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