#inviting - Hello Poetry

Lazy mornings on summer days, Relax! Forget your modern ways! Stay awhile and chat- We’ll drink our coffee on the porch Content as the old house cat.

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Jun 7, 2021

Jun 7, 2021 at 2:00 PM UTC

memoirofanenigma

Lazy Days

Lazy mornings on summer days, Relax! Forget your modern ways! Stay awhile and chat- We’ll drink our coffee on the porch Content as the old house cat.

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And maybe home isn’t a brick house and a wrap around porch and a foundation built on a plot of land after all Maybe home is two arms, and two bright eyes and and a mouth saying “I’m so proud of you. I know you’re trying”

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Apr 8, 2020

Apr 8, 2020 at 9:38 AM UTC

Angelarosebravo

Home

And maybe home isn’t a brick house and a wrap around porch and a foundation built on a plot of land after all Maybe home is two arms, and two bright eyes and and a mouth saying “I’m so proud of you. I know you’re trying”

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Hard winds keeps on coming hitting on my face. Sun shines all the same time blinding my eyes. Waves coming very much so inviting becoming my only solace.

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Sep 11, 2018

Sep 11, 2018 at 1:03 PM UTC

druzzy_any

Sea

Hard winds keeps on coming hitting on my face. Sun shines all the same time blinding my eyes. Waves coming very much so inviting becoming my only solace.

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Your lips taste of nothing in particular just as a home has no scent it is familiar and inviting, as are your lips

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Apr 8, 2018

Apr 8, 2018 at 9:01 PM UTC

AbigailHobbs

Your Kiss

Your lips taste of nothing in particular just as a home has no scent it is familiar and inviting, as are your lips

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You, silhouetted against the skyline ********** slumber, slowly putting on The night Slipping into moonlight silk Sliding into ambience Of darkness laced with streetlights, A veil of fireflies Spilt, Soft curves flowing side to side, Voluptuous Waves swaying delight, My nocturnal albi

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Jul 22, 2017

Jul 22, 2017 at 3:54 AM UTC

gabriel-burns

The Change (Dark Flow)

You, silhouetted against the skyline ********** slumber, slowly putting on The night Slipping into moonlight silk Sliding into ambience Of darkness laced with streetlights, A veil of fireflies Spilt, Soft curves flowing side to side, Voluptuous Waves swaying delight, My nocturnal albi

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I want to throw up! Things are stinky and gross inside me, pulling me inside myself! I can't feel, except my weird silence inside every corner of myself and soul! I feel i am in the center of nowhere except myself! I know who I am! I know where I stand! I know I am somehow alone! That what bugs me! That what takes me to question my moment! I hate that moment, when i long for a hug and Silence is the only welcoming hands that i end with! That warmth is not inviting any peace! That Peace is not inviting any rest! That Rest is only a rest for another long tiring journey! That is a Journey of my Choice!

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Sep 25, 2016

Sep 25, 2016 at 1:43 PM UTC

mazen-edlibi

Choice!

I want to throw up! Things are stinky and gross inside me, pulling me inside myself! I can't feel, except my weird silence inside every corner of myself and soul! I feel i am in the center of nowhere except myself! I know who I am! I know where I stand! I know I am somehow alone! That what bugs me! That what takes me to question my moment! I hate that moment, when i long for a hug and Silence is the only welcoming hands that i end with! That warmth is not inviting any peace! That Peace is not inviting any rest! That Rest is only a rest for another long tiring journey! That is a Journey of my Choice!

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Hanging from the tree in such beauty. Inviting me to stay, to stay for ever to swing in the wind. I seem to have lost my muse, now I found you. hang for a while, take in the worlds splendor with you. I will sway with you. You around my neck the noose my closest friend.

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Jul 18, 2016

Jul 18, 2016 at 8:25 PM UTC

leal-knowone

Sway

Hanging from the tree in such beauty. Inviting me to stay, to stay for ever to swing in the wind. I seem to have lost my muse, now I found you. hang for a while, take in the worlds splendor with you. I will sway with you. You around my neck the noose my closest friend.

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who the hell are you? how did you appear in my life, and sweep me away with your inviting eyes fed me pleasure and warmth left me high and dry, puzzled and craving more of your attention and gaze your laugh to be directed to me maybe you could put your hands on my waist again or around my neck it feels brand new to me and i'm sorry, that i almost back away each time this is probably all my fault i question if i'm the confusing one or if he is but i'd put money on him in a heartbeat

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Mar 16, 2016

Mar 16, 2016 at 3:33 AM UTC

gravygod

high and dry

who the hell are you? how did you appear in my life, and sweep me away with your inviting eyes fed me pleasure and warmth left me high and dry, puzzled and craving more of your attention and gaze your laugh to be directed to me maybe you could put your hands on my waist again or around my neck it feels brand new to me and i'm sorry, that i almost back away each time this is probably all my fault i question if i'm the confusing one or if he is but i'd put money on him in a heartbeat

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Look at those mountain. Well, what about them? Well, aren't they inviting? Yeah, you could say. You could also say that they are spaceships. But they aren't. And the mountains aren't inviting.

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May 20, 2014

May 20, 2014 at 8:43 PM UTC

quinton-horras-yard

Mountains

Look at those mountain. Well, what about them? Well, aren't they inviting? Yeah, you could say. You could also say that they are spaceships. But they aren't. And the mountains aren't inviting.

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