#limb - Hello Poetry

roaring with the wind counting all of the clouds still left laying out a limb serving up to some bloodhounds turbulent troubles the sun sets on us forever indebted pretend it wasn’t what it was imperfect but we still tried imperfect because i lied imperfect because you could find peace in between my breaths appreciate the kisses stemming from your neck protect and commend attract a different end circumstances keep us wrapped in haunted houses, we are trapped in

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Mar 22

Mar 22, 2026 at 10:53 AM UTC

munybee

Haunted Houses

roaring with the wind counting all of the clouds still left laying out a limb serving up to some bloodhounds turbulent troubles the sun sets on us forever indebted pretend it wasn’t what it was imperfect but we still tried imperfect because i lied imperfect because you could find peace in between my breaths appreciate the kisses stemming from your neck protect and commend attract a different end circumstances keep us wrapped in haunted houses, we are trapped in

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The lumber jack, was on his way home. Driving through a woodland of creaking trees. They found his car, the rooftop crushed.. gusts of wind blew through the tree tops... And the coroner and police officer shuddered as they gazed at each other.. Is it me or does the wind blowing through the leaves sound like laughter.. And with that another branch fell upon the already mangled wreckage.. They had to make sure he was really felled, there was no warning. And as the breeze continued the noise turned to screams, whistling around the pair.. Both cars where found later on the next afternoon.. hundreds of meters from each other with.. Buckled rooftops.. Even there was no wind, the rustling leaves sounded like far away laughter.. and the group just looked in confusion. They where outnumbered and didn't even realise it.

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Feb 27, 2019

Feb 27, 2019 at 5:02 PM UTC

poetic-t

When Limbs Fell Silently

The lumber jack, was on his way home. Driving through a woodland of creaking trees. They found his car, the rooftop crushed.. gusts of wind blew through the tree tops... And the coroner and police officer shuddered as they gazed at each other.. Is it me or does the wind blowing through the leaves sound like laughter.. And with that another branch fell upon the already mangled wreckage.. They had to make sure he was really felled, there was no warning. And as the breeze continued the noise turned to screams, whistling around the pair.. Both cars where found later on the next afternoon.. hundreds of meters from each other with.. Buckled rooftops.. Even there was no wind, the rustling leaves sounded like far away laughter.. and the group just looked in confusion. They where outnumbered and didn't even realise it.

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I would've torn myself limb from limb to appease your hunger but you still would't have wanted me. I would've broken my bones to build you a throne but you still wouldn't have wanted me. I would've wrung myself dry of blood to quench your thirst but you wouldn't have wanted me. I would've skinned myself to stitch you clothes but you still would't have wanted me. I would've burned myself to keep you warm but you would still leave.

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Oct 3, 2018

Oct 3, 2018 at 2:12 AM UTC

SabilaSiddiqui

You still wouldn't have wanted me

I would've torn myself limb from limb to appease your hunger but you still would't have wanted me. I would've broken my bones to build you a throne but you still wouldn't have wanted me. I would've wrung myself dry of blood to quench your thirst but you wouldn't have wanted me. I would've skinned myself to stitch you clothes but you still would't have wanted me. I would've burned myself to keep you warm but you would still leave.

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A deep breath escapes his sinking ribs, A quiet captivating abandon Under a crisp cool cloak, His deep veined arm stretches over my shoulder Wrapping my figure, An inert force flexed under my cupped palm Effortlessly pulling and pinning me, His assets kept safe under silent supervision.

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Jul 27, 2018

Jul 27, 2018 at 6:43 PM UTC

genevieveish

His Assets

A deep breath escapes his sinking ribs, A quiet captivating abandon Under a crisp cool cloak, His deep veined arm stretches over my shoulder Wrapping my figure, An inert force flexed under my cupped palm Effortlessly pulling and pinning me, His assets kept safe under silent supervision.

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My amputee heart Recognized its long lost Severed limb A recurring phantom Of a feeling Naturally grown Excised at its ripe That you were the root And the blossom The marrow of the joint How come... so well preserved... Frozen? For so long. Perhaps it still demands To serve a purpose One that hasn’t coped With moving on

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Oct 31, 2017

Oct 31, 2017 at 4:26 AM UTC

gabriel-burns

Ghosts

My amputee heart Recognized its long lost Severed limb A recurring phantom Of a feeling Naturally grown Excised at its ripe That you were the root And the blossom The marrow of the joint How come... so well preserved... Frozen? For so long. Perhaps it still demands To serve a purpose One that hasn’t coped With moving on

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Words are the hands of thoughts; Fingertips flow Where she clenches her eyes Sinking teeth In lower lip Prison bars to sighs Anchored to liberty Looming like a storm in the distance

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Aug 1, 2017

Aug 1, 2017 at 9:25 AM UTC

gabriel-burns

Boats In The Skin Sea

Words are the hands of thoughts; Fingertips flow Where she clenches her eyes Sinking teeth In lower lip Prison bars to sighs Anchored to liberty Looming like a storm in the distance

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You are the regret in my cigarette which makes mortality sweet the rhythm of traffic lights dancing nights while my city sleeps the step off a precipice when I'm in too deep a plane crash our tickets in the trash the waking echo of a dream a whisper in the microphone in crowded rooms a new appetite to keep me alive a new limb to touch the world a farther home which gives worth to the road... and 9 am's collecting yesterday.

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Mar 29, 2016

Mar 29, 2016 at 10:32 PM UTC

Squigs

Remei,

You are the regret in my cigarette which makes mortality sweet the rhythm of traffic lights dancing nights while my city sleeps the step off a precipice when I'm in too deep a plane crash our tickets in the trash the waking echo of a dream a whisper in the microphone in crowded rooms a new appetite to keep me alive a new limb to touch the world a farther home which gives worth to the road... and 9 am's collecting yesterday.

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*I can still hear you, Singing to me softly, Your eyes on me only, Whispering "do you still love me?" I can still feel you, Cradeling my bones, Your arms around me, It still feels like home. I still see you, In every boy I kiss, And every crack On the sidewalk I stay up late, I grow weak, I can't stop these feelings, I can't stop you. You flood my mind, My brain is New Orleans, And you're my Katrina, And my levees break every time. I know I can never have you again, But at least I can miss you. My body aches from Aging too early Because living without you Is like adding decades to my heart, And no fountain of youth Can quench my thirst You're my phantom limb, Ive lost you, but I feel you With every move Every step Every time.*

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Aug 28, 2015

Aug 28, 2015 at 3:20 AM UTC

ximri

Phantom Limb

*I can still hear you, Singing to me softly, Your eyes on me only, Whispering "do you still love me?" I can still feel you, Cradeling my bones, Your arms around me, It still feels like home. I still see you, In every boy I kiss, And every crack On the sidewalk I stay up late, I grow weak, I can't stop these feelings, I can't stop you. You flood my mind, My brain is New Orleans, And you're my Katrina, And my levees break every time. I know I can never have you again, But at least I can miss you. My body aches from Aging too early Because living without you Is like adding decades to my heart, And no fountain of youth Can quench my thirst You're my phantom limb, Ive lost you, but I feel you With every move Every step Every time.*

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In French, you don't actually say I miss you you say you are missing from me - *you are essential to my being. you are like an ***** a limb, my bloodstream. I cannot be without you.* how incredibly poetic.

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Dec 11, 2014

Dec 11, 2014 at 8:18 PM UTC

sunstarsmoons

tu me manques

In French, you don't actually say I miss you you say you are missing from me - *you are essential to my being. you are like an ***** a limb, my bloodstream. I cannot be without you.* how incredibly poetic.

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