#jeep - Hello Poetry

Hop up in your Jeep All too familiar to me "Wanna go in the backseat?

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Jan 11, 2020

Jan 11, 2020 at 12:35 AM UTC

mjad

Jeep

Hop up in your Jeep All too familiar to me "Wanna go in the backseat?

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I wish this car can stop blowing cold air, As we sit in the car Frost punishes us for being up so late by nibbling our noses. We sit adjacent, shivering, passing around a chocolate bar I left in my car the other day. We howl like wolves in the night About that innocent thing we did That led us running to this car on a cold winter night. Simultaneously giggling Finding my maps and papers to find that breath I was searching for, I count the constellations from the irises in your eyes, Realizing following your northern star Will lead to the quiet sounds of falling in love. Everywhere I go, I take a place with me, even though our hearts belong to someone else, I’ll never forget my 2001 Jeep Cherokee.

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Oct 19, 2019

Oct 19, 2019 at 12:38 PM UTC

jason-cirkovic

2001 Jeep Cherokee

I wish this car can stop blowing cold air, As we sit in the car Frost punishes us for being up so late by nibbling our noses. We sit adjacent, shivering, passing around a chocolate bar I left in my car the other day. We howl like wolves in the night About that innocent thing we did That led us running to this car on a cold winter night. Simultaneously giggling Finding my maps and papers to find that breath I was searching for, I count the constellations from the irises in your eyes, Realizing following your northern star Will lead to the quiet sounds of falling in love. Everywhere I go, I take a place with me, even though our hearts belong to someone else, I’ll never forget my 2001 Jeep Cherokee.

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cigarettes make me feel better about abandoning you I want a jeep because of when you would drive your mom's and play rap songs I want to be what I thought you were

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Dec 9, 2018

Dec 9, 2018 at 11:52 PM UTC

anonymityiskey

You are an ashtray

cigarettes make me feel better about abandoning you I want a jeep because of when you would drive your mom's and play rap songs I want to be what I thought you were

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Led into bed Whats the beef? I need to take a leak I don't want You Cushioned sheets Fantasy and anticipation Leaving you Would be sane Romanced into ****** depravity I am drowning Toward sleep Unsure about Tommorrow Never can be Loved beside a pool Champagne French pastries Morning breeze Leaning toward my Jeep Forcing my hand For a getaway drive In the mountainous haven Mulch Clay Pine stained air Here I am There you stand Am I glad?

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Mar 10, 2018

Mar 10, 2018 at 1:35 AM UTC

dakotajdawson

Confused

Led into bed Whats the beef? I need to take a leak I don't want You Cushioned sheets Fantasy and anticipation Leaving you Would be sane Romanced into ****** depravity I am drowning Toward sleep Unsure about Tommorrow Never can be Loved beside a pool Champagne French pastries Morning breeze Leaning toward my Jeep Forcing my hand For a getaway drive In the mountainous haven Mulch Clay Pine stained air Here I am There you stand Am I glad?

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‘Para ** ‘Yan ang sambit ng mga pasahero sa t’wing sila’y magpapaalam. Magpapaalam sa tapat na tsuper, na sila’y nalalapit nang magpaalam. Ngunit sa kaso ko, ipapaalam ko sa’yo, Na ako’y magpapaalam na. Sa tinagal ng aking pagsabit sa dunggot nitong hawakan, Sa likod nitong pampasaherong dyip na sa kasagutan mo’y pupunta, Mas pipiliin kong bumitaw na lamang at masugatan. Kaysa patuloy na mangawit sa dulo ng dyip na iyong minamaneho, Tangay ang daan-daang mangingibig. Bawat isa, sabik sa patutunguhang destinasyon mo. Walang kaalam-alam na isa lamang ang maaring parangalan, Ng banayad at matamis **** ‘Oo.’ Ngunit sa bawat pagtapak sa silinyador ng jeep, Sa bawat pagpihit ng kambyo, Ang aking kamay, katawan, binti, at kaluluwa, ay unti-unting nawawalan ng sigla, Hanggang sa mabatid ng aking makitid na pag-unawa, Na ito na ang hangganan, at wala na akong kawala. Kaya bago ako bumitaw sa aking kinakapitang pulungan, Nais kong ipa-alam, na ako’y magpapaalam. Ibinuka ko ang aking nag-aatubiling bibig, at ang mga salitang nakulong sa aking lalamunan, tumakas at nagpaalam. "Para, para sa inyo… Ay hindi. Para sa’yo."

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Jan 22, 2017

Jan 22, 2017 at 5:03 AM UTC

franz-edward-lagadon

'Para' sa kanya

‘Para ** ‘Yan ang sambit ng mga pasahero sa t’wing sila’y magpapaalam. Magpapaalam sa tapat na tsuper, na sila’y nalalapit nang magpaalam. Ngunit sa kaso ko, ipapaalam ko sa’yo, Na ako’y magpapaalam na. Sa tinagal ng aking pagsabit sa dunggot nitong hawakan, Sa likod nitong pampasaherong dyip na sa kasagutan mo’y pupunta, Mas pipiliin kong bumitaw na lamang at masugatan. Kaysa patuloy na mangawit sa dulo ng dyip na iyong minamaneho, Tangay ang daan-daang mangingibig. Bawat isa, sabik sa patutunguhang destinasyon mo. Walang kaalam-alam na isa lamang ang maaring parangalan, Ng banayad at matamis **** ‘Oo.’ Ngunit sa bawat pagtapak sa silinyador ng jeep, Sa bawat pagpihit ng kambyo, Ang aking kamay, katawan, binti, at kaluluwa, ay unti-unting nawawalan ng sigla, Hanggang sa mabatid ng aking makitid na pag-unawa, Na ito na ang hangganan, at wala na akong kawala. Kaya bago ako bumitaw sa aking kinakapitang pulungan, Nais kong ipa-alam, na ako’y magpapaalam. Ibinuka ko ang aking nag-aatubiling bibig, at ang mga salitang nakulong sa aking lalamunan, tumakas at nagpaalam. "Para, para sa inyo… Ay hindi. Para sa’yo."

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Cascades were dripping outside of this moving vehicle White noise, patternless and arrhythmic like magnified sounds of nails on a concrete wall, made by souls desperate to cleave their way to dryness This public utility vehicle holds spirits successful in finding this temporary heaven Weathered, soaked and almost drowned like panting dogs that managed to swim ashore from a shipwreck caused by the iceberg that is the eye of the storm This safe haven holds champions in a world of misshapen men A woman clutches tightly on a bag of lime and her ever waning youth Tired, but not eager to face Death still closing her windows to his cat burglars that come faster than the downpour of Typhon's tears A homeless child comfortably sleeps on the far end of this ride His innocence tested by fate Too experienced for someone his age instead of just playing in the streets he calls home The jeepney driver has eyes on the road painted by Van Gogh Unabashed, industrious and assiduous determined to serve, provide for a family whose stomachs hunger not but they hunger for his return This other dimension nurtures alien thoughts and parallel thinking among beat down men I do not know them but I can hear the cries of their emotions, their longing to be felt and empathized with Their voiceless cries are guns with a silenced nozzle shooting at anyone ignorant who curiously stare at this minefield of a passenger jeep

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Dec 19, 2015

Dec 19, 2015 at 12:19 PM UTC

BrixArtan

Passenger Jeep

Cascades were dripping outside of this moving vehicle White noise, patternless and arrhythmic like magnified sounds of nails on a concrete wall, made by souls desperate to cleave their way to dryness This public utility vehicle holds spirits successful in finding this temporary heaven Weathered, soaked and almost drowned like panting dogs that managed to swim ashore from a shipwreck caused by the iceberg that is the eye of the storm This safe haven holds champions in a world of misshapen men A woman clutches tightly on a bag of lime and her ever waning youth Tired, but not eager to face Death still closing her windows to his cat burglars that come faster than the downpour of Typhon's tears A homeless child comfortably sleeps on the far end of this ride His innocence tested by fate Too experienced for someone his age instead of just playing in the streets he calls home The jeepney driver has eyes on the road painted by Van Gogh Unabashed, industrious and assiduous determined to serve, provide for a family whose stomachs hunger not but they hunger for his return This other dimension nurtures alien thoughts and parallel thinking among beat down men I do not know them but I can hear the cries of their emotions, their longing to be felt and empathized with Their voiceless cries are guns with a silenced nozzle shooting at anyone ignorant who curiously stare at this minefield of a passenger jeep

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How long can an affection last? How long can one ride a jeep? How many times can a person shift from a jeep to another? Would you ride along with me? Would you accompany me? If you do, would you sit beside me? I felt you beside me...a strand of hair, perhaps I wonder if you felt my goosebumps; I'm rubbing my arms for you not to feel it... All of those were mere imagination, It's a long shot How can you be beside me if you were the one driving? How could've I felt you, if I never rode shotgun Lastly, how would you feel me if I'm still riding the previous jeep; And I only saw you from afar and thought, perhaps we could be...something amazing, something beautiful, something that could last

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Sep 25, 2015

Sep 25, 2015 at 12:08 AM UTC

HelloPeople

Custard

How long can an affection last? How long can one ride a jeep? How many times can a person shift from a jeep to another? Would you ride along with me? Would you accompany me? If you do, would you sit beside me? I felt you beside me...a strand of hair, perhaps I wonder if you felt my goosebumps; I'm rubbing my arms for you not to feel it... All of those were mere imagination, It's a long shot How can you be beside me if you were the one driving? How could've I felt you, if I never rode shotgun Lastly, how would you feel me if I'm still riding the previous jeep; And I only saw you from afar and thought, perhaps we could be...something amazing, something beautiful, something that could last

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