#mellifluous - Hello Poetry

Honey in the flow--sweet to the smooth in you Send me a song on the waves riding your blue, Mellifluous voices on a liquid ease--let us glide Carries a milieu, one morning, a soft rising tide I feel it lives inside you--like a rain w/o it pours Gather my words in you--in textures as it soars Stops fighting control just move me in an away, Dangerous ... beautiful ... a kiss leads me astray I'd follow you anywhere thru a dark empty ally I taste a silence in you black tales round us sally And in that love, deep in a promise, a holy land Barefoot memories a keep us together in a sand.

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Apr 10

Apr 10, 2026 at 4:49 AM UTC

DarrellBaughn

Honey in the Flow

Honey in the flow--sweet to the smooth in you Send me a song on the waves riding your blue, Mellifluous voices on a liquid ease--let us glide Carries a milieu, one morning, a soft rising tide I feel it lives inside you--like a rain w/o it pours Gather my words in you--in textures as it soars Stops fighting control just move me in an away, Dangerous ... beautiful ... a kiss leads me astray I'd follow you anywhere thru a dark empty ally I taste a silence in you black tales round us sally And in that love, deep in a promise, a holy land Barefoot memories a keep us together in a sand.

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The orchestra in my head has been playing dissonance all day Started off on one bad note and since then I've had to pay. The universe is reminding me that karma goes both ways I let the "other guy" peek out My plans end up astray Discordant notes, climactic screams, ohh...if it we're just another dream But then the light begins to wax and I remember to relax and breathe Now the orchestra gets tuned and warm Finally see a sun instead storm A mellifluous chorus pours in from the rain Sometimes we just have to take the pain when the light again begins to wane.

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Aug 14, 2018

Aug 14, 2018 at 6:54 PM UTC

A-NU_0LD_POET

The Orchestra Today

The orchestra in my head has been playing dissonance all day Started off on one bad note and since then I've had to pay. The universe is reminding me that karma goes both ways I let the "other guy" peek out My plans end up astray Discordant notes, climactic screams, ohh...if it we're just another dream But then the light begins to wax and I remember to relax and breathe Now the orchestra gets tuned and warm Finally see a sun instead storm A mellifluous chorus pours in from the rain Sometimes we just have to take the pain when the light again begins to wane.

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Mellifluous. the way that she spoke was a melody The melody that would sing with every move that she made A smile so a addictive and a laugh like a drug The way her soul spoke to you with out words was intoxicating The way her pheromones waltz on the inside of your nasal passages The way she disappeared from your life with out a formal goodbye...

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May 1, 2018

May 1, 2018 at 11:04 PM UTC

Loganpete

Mellifluous

Mellifluous. the way that she spoke was a melody The melody that would sing with every move that she made A smile so a addictive and a laugh like a drug The way her soul spoke to you with out words was intoxicating The way her pheromones waltz on the inside of your nasal passages The way she disappeared from your life with out a formal goodbye...

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And when puddles ripple from the slightest touch of a raindrop that has fallen from the overcast sky, and the pine needles droop from the weight of water as if the world was equivalent to one hundred pound cinder blocks, please remember that somewhere within the rolling Catskills, your palace still sits. The aroma of blended spices will swallow the surrounding oxygen it feeds on, mixing together to find combination, to form a perfect harmony, before finally sprinting up the chimney to dance in the air, as if it were sending out a distress signal, leading you home. Remember that after the katalox clicks tight, and your shoes sleep on the mat, all that will really matter are the lessons of kindergarten. To be kind to one another and share, to know when you need to say sorry, to love and care for each other. However, some of the easiest lessons are the hardest to show. So one thing that I have come to teach myself is that sometimes the best apologies are those that taste like love. So, if I were to become that block of dry ice that burns you even with the most gentle touch, tell me. I will invite you to dine at the table, and I will melt with the heat of the stove and pray that you see not just a meal but a feast baked in my apologies and garnished with all the love that I don’t know how to physically express. The type that you can feel rush down your throat, racing through your veins to warm everything from the roots of your hair to the tip of your toe. So, if I haven't said it enough times, I want you to know: quiero amarte, pentru ca te iubesc, and in every language ever created, I need you to know that I love you. And thus it is this love that has created something much more than just a diverse palate, it is something that has created it’s own embrace. One that humans can’t provide.

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Nov 21, 2017

Nov 21, 2017 at 10:49 AM UTC

jennocana

mellifluous love.

And when puddles ripple from the slightest touch of a raindrop that has fallen from the overcast sky, and the pine needles droop from the weight of water as if the world was equivalent to one hundred pound cinder blocks, please remember that somewhere within the rolling Catskills, your palace still sits. The aroma of blended spices will swallow the surrounding oxygen it feeds on, mixing together to find combination, to form a perfect harmony, before finally sprinting up the chimney to dance in the air, as if it were sending out a distress signal, leading you home. Remember that after the katalox clicks tight, and your shoes sleep on the mat, all that will really matter are the lessons of kindergarten. To be kind to one another and share, to know when you need to say sorry, to love and care for each other. However, some of the easiest lessons are the hardest to show. So one thing that I have come to teach myself is that sometimes the best apologies are those that taste like love. So, if I were to become that block of dry ice that burns you even with the most gentle touch, tell me. I will invite you to dine at the table, and I will melt with the heat of the stove and pray that you see not just a meal but a feast baked in my apologies and garnished with all the love that I don’t know how to physically express. The type that you can feel rush down your throat, racing through your veins to warm everything from the roots of your hair to the tip of your toe. So, if I haven't said it enough times, I want you to know: quiero amarte, pentru ca te iubesc, and in every language ever created, I need you to know that I love you. And thus it is this love that has created something much more than just a diverse palate, it is something that has created it’s own embrace. One that humans can’t provide.

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*[muh-lif-loo-uh s] sweetly or smoothly flowing; sweet-sounding: 'You are mellifluous.'*

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Apr 2, 2017

Apr 2, 2017 at 3:53 PM UTC

artificialsweeteners

Mellifluous;

*[muh-lif-loo-uh s] sweetly or smoothly flowing; sweet-sounding: 'You are mellifluous.'*

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I have always wanted a dancer A girl whose passion comes out from her movements Whose innovation flows through her body But she is not a dancer And yet she dances her way through my head Graceful movements that cannot be translated into reality With her bright eyes She looks into my soul I wish she could know my every thought I would hold her close Breathe her in And cherish that scent In the little box that holds my heart Where she doesn't know She lives.

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May 21, 2014

May 21, 2014 at 3:51 PM UTC

oftheseoceans

She

I have always wanted a dancer A girl whose passion comes out from her movements Whose innovation flows through her body But she is not a dancer And yet she dances her way through my head Graceful movements that cannot be translated into reality With her bright eyes She looks into my soul I wish she could know my every thought I would hold her close Breathe her in And cherish that scent In the little box that holds my heart Where she doesn't know She lives.

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