#imagry - Hello Poetry

I feel like gum Sticky stuck to the bottom of your shoe Part of me Clings to you And you walk on me And I hold on to you. You scrape, scrape, scrape me off And like a fool, part of me Remains with you. Chewed up Rejected ***** and clingy A pain in your step Not welcome home. Noticed and shameful A careless mistake. I'm like the gum on the bottom of your shoe. Done for.

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Jan 13, 2021

Jan 13, 2021 at 9:48 AM UTC

catercorner

Gum

I feel like gum Sticky stuck to the bottom of your shoe Part of me Clings to you And you walk on me And I hold on to you. You scrape, scrape, scrape me off And like a fool, part of me Remains with you. Chewed up Rejected ***** and clingy A pain in your step Not welcome home. Noticed and shameful A careless mistake. I'm like the gum on the bottom of your shoe. Done for.

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Today, I went to see my old friend Someone who has been by my side since the beginning. He has walked with me through the trails in my life. He has taught me how to dance on the edge of a knife. He does not speak- I still listen He does not move- I still march He does not have treasures that you and I could measure. He gives you the pleasure of an adventure. It is hard to believe that it's been so long but time has only made us strong. Thank you, my dearest friend, for showing me how to be free and introducing me to the trees. Thank you for a journey that only a Road could take me.

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Dec 25, 2020

Dec 25, 2020 at 4:59 PM UTC

p_s_forbes

Old Friend

Today, I went to see my old friend Someone who has been by my side since the beginning. He has walked with me through the trails in my life. He has taught me how to dance on the edge of a knife. He does not speak- I still listen He does not move- I still march He does not have treasures that you and I could measure. He gives you the pleasure of an adventure. It is hard to believe that it's been so long but time has only made us strong. Thank you, my dearest friend, for showing me how to be free and introducing me to the trees. Thank you for a journey that only a Road could take me.

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The translucent glass Small vines wrap around It connects the inside to the outer shell The bones of hollow And the gloss of blues Vivid to the eye Reflections of light show themselves The small mysteries of earthy heavens The sounds of frigid winds carry The small angels of earth They blend and blind the blood ones Those who stalk its lusterful beauty To watch it float is like to watch a tear fall Fall from the eyes of innocence Glowing with flames of ice Perpetual harmonious laughter Ringing like small myths to the eyes Glorious creature they are Glorious they will be, Those who fly

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Dec 12, 2018

Dec 12, 2018 at 8:51 PM UTC

Vsway

Structure

The translucent glass Small vines wrap around It connects the inside to the outer shell The bones of hollow And the gloss of blues Vivid to the eye Reflections of light show themselves The small mysteries of earthy heavens The sounds of frigid winds carry The small angels of earth They blend and blind the blood ones Those who stalk its lusterful beauty To watch it float is like to watch a tear fall Fall from the eyes of innocence Glowing with flames of ice Perpetual harmonious laughter Ringing like small myths to the eyes Glorious creature they are Glorious they will be, Those who fly

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Dead. Her brown gentle curls sprawling around on the concrete, slowly being touched with blood. Soft brown eyes, so wide of shock and fear of the events that had just occurred. Her body lays there mangled, and her limbs in every which direction in a uncomfortable position, not that she would feel it anyway. Her once yellow summer dress filled with white flowers is now stained an ugly rust red. Gone. What once was filled with the very essence of pure life, now gone and is left with an empty shell. No longer will she walk down those bright city streets. No longer will she lay against the old tree, sketching out the ducks swimming in the pond. No more laughter to fill the deadly silence of a boring afternoon. No more pointless conversations just to talk about everything and anything. That’s all gone. Forever. She’s never coming back, not like when she would leave for work or go out for lunch with her many friends. She’s not going to come through the door and say “I’m home!” Or those soft “I’m back.” She’s never going to be here, not with me, and not with anyone. She is no more, like a flower, the most beautiful ones are picked and become dead. Forever she is gone and dead.

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Nov 5, 2018

Nov 5, 2018 at 6:01 PM UTC

Dreamer19

Dead, Gone, Forever

Dead. Her brown gentle curls sprawling around on the concrete, slowly being touched with blood. Soft brown eyes, so wide of shock and fear of the events that had just occurred. Her body lays there mangled, and her limbs in every which direction in a uncomfortable position, not that she would feel it anyway. Her once yellow summer dress filled with white flowers is now stained an ugly rust red. Gone. What once was filled with the very essence of pure life, now gone and is left with an empty shell. No longer will she walk down those bright city streets. No longer will she lay against the old tree, sketching out the ducks swimming in the pond. No more laughter to fill the deadly silence of a boring afternoon. No more pointless conversations just to talk about everything and anything. That’s all gone. Forever. She’s never coming back, not like when she would leave for work or go out for lunch with her many friends. She’s not going to come through the door and say “I’m home!” Or those soft “I’m back.” She’s never going to be here, not with me, and not with anyone. She is no more, like a flower, the most beautiful ones are picked and become dead. Forever she is gone and dead.

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Even though my syllables ballerina may falter, my metaphor's never falter. I balance my wording between the lines of reality and fantasies realm. Dancing upon the imagery of others thoughts and lives. Living their words. I'm a ballerina of imagery, feeding there visual needing, I dance upon their needing of word

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Aug 26, 2017

Aug 26, 2017 at 2:32 PM UTC

poetic-t

Ballerina Of Imagery

Even though my syllables ballerina may falter, my metaphor's never falter. I balance my wording between the lines of reality and fantasies realm. Dancing upon the imagery of others thoughts and lives. Living their words. I'm a ballerina of imagery, feeding there visual needing, I dance upon their needing of word

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Innuendoes were woven within each pressure point of his embrace upon her being, oral expressions were versed within probing fingers as they were proficient in understanding. Stimulating her positions of enjoyment, murmurs were the braille of his perception, and he read her well before even a touch was entitled upon. Waiting moments had counted down to this joining. As lips wandered like a Shepard herding the feelings of her body to points she hadn't realized, he collected all her urges in a inception of gathering dew, that he tasted with haste. Fingers were a delicacy from her origin to his emotions. Her breath upon his lips sticky as tongues delivered silent messages to another's attention, woven silk was moist between accents of loves intentions. No words were spoken only the smiles of elation that swam in each others eyes.

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Feb 26, 2017

Feb 26, 2017 at 12:49 PM UTC

poetic-t

He Read Her Body Like Braille

Innuendoes were woven within each pressure point of his embrace upon her being, oral expressions were versed within probing fingers as they were proficient in understanding. Stimulating her positions of enjoyment, murmurs were the braille of his perception, and he read her well before even a touch was entitled upon. Waiting moments had counted down to this joining. As lips wandered like a Shepard herding the feelings of her body to points she hadn't realized, he collected all her urges in a inception of gathering dew, that he tasted with haste. Fingers were a delicacy from her origin to his emotions. Her breath upon his lips sticky as tongues delivered silent messages to another's attention, woven silk was moist between accents of loves intentions. No words were spoken only the smiles of elation that swam in each others eyes.

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Bright lights shine a silhouette and show the glowing eyes of dark souls in a frenzy of rapid motion i feel the pulsing of the bass drum the screaming of the cymbals and the gallop of the toms this is no energy you can escape from it creeps between the crack of every dream and the dark of every nightmare the animalistic ties you have will take you over until the drums stop and show is over

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Sep 2, 2014

Sep 2, 2014 at 3:25 PM UTC

kaylan-joseph

The Pits

Bright lights shine a silhouette and show the glowing eyes of dark souls in a frenzy of rapid motion i feel the pulsing of the bass drum the screaming of the cymbals and the gallop of the toms this is no energy you can escape from it creeps between the crack of every dream and the dark of every nightmare the animalistic ties you have will take you over until the drums stop and show is over

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Finger tips tread lightly around her navel; chills exploding loudly, trying to refrain her movement projected in short rhythmic oooooo'ing

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Jun 29, 2014

Jun 29, 2014 at 2:03 AM UTC

thalion-voronwe-aearion

Making love #4

Finger tips tread lightly around her navel; chills exploding loudly, trying to refrain her movement projected in short rhythmic oooooo'ing

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After wandering into a field I had fantasized all my basic life I waded into fading pH pools Looking through a flower, I fleetingly saw you Trapped between petals and figments, peering back at me Caught off guard and slipping into the arena of my past I wished, I remembered, and then I corroded With a neutralizing epiphany, I realized you were content to stay.

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May 29, 2014

May 29, 2014 at 11:28 AM UTC

spencer-johnswick

Corroding to Reason

After wandering into a field I had fantasized all my basic life I waded into fading pH pools Looking through a flower, I fleetingly saw you Trapped between petals and figments, peering back at me Caught off guard and slipping into the arena of my past I wished, I remembered, and then I corroded With a neutralizing epiphany, I realized you were content to stay.

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