#newpoems - Hello Poetry

Is it the red crescendoing of trees lining the icy lake? Or the pebbles popping under the rubber wheels of my old car? Is it the warmth of picking up wool scarves from their summer cocoons? Being shaken out and wrapped around cold necks? Is it this lower state's familiar weather, blending brisk wind with bright sun? The way it heats the second-floor windows in the frigid mornings? Is it the scents of sage and roasting meat floating through the door, welcoming me home? Or the mismatched pairs of shoes kicked under the hallway bench? It might be this last bit of Cabernet slowly tumbling to top my cup, or the ceaseless squeak of my childhood bed. But yes, something calls me here, back to the beginning. Back to the autumns of our home.

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Sep 26, 2020

Sep 26, 2020 at 4:35 PM UTC

m-j-s

The Autumns of Our Home

Is it the red crescendoing of trees lining the icy lake? Or the pebbles popping under the rubber wheels of my old car? Is it the warmth of picking up wool scarves from their summer cocoons? Being shaken out and wrapped around cold necks? Is it this lower state's familiar weather, blending brisk wind with bright sun? The way it heats the second-floor windows in the frigid mornings? Is it the scents of sage and roasting meat floating through the door, welcoming me home? Or the mismatched pairs of shoes kicked under the hallway bench? It might be this last bit of Cabernet slowly tumbling to top my cup, or the ceaseless squeak of my childhood bed. But yes, something calls me here, back to the beginning. Back to the autumns of our home.

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Oh, how you spin the words I wanna hear Soft and gentle the whispers lightly reach my waiting ears Consonant and vowel sounds vivid adjectives and strong nouns They reverberate and flow thru me... Amazed I am by you Captivated by tales untrue and fables I wanna believe Oh...please Tell me again how you love me... Riddle me this a setting of poetic bliss with a protagonist who makes me forget this is all a dream... Let the conflict unfold an exposition full of precarious positions and a rising action that leaves me breathless and wanting more... As we reach the ****** Don't you drop me as the falling action brings me to my senses and I moan.... Denouement.

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Dec 7, 2019

Dec 7, 2019 at 4:12 PM UTC

sddugger12

Wordsmith

Oh, how you spin the words I wanna hear Soft and gentle the whispers lightly reach my waiting ears Consonant and vowel sounds vivid adjectives and strong nouns They reverberate and flow thru me... Amazed I am by you Captivated by tales untrue and fables I wanna believe Oh...please Tell me again how you love me... Riddle me this a setting of poetic bliss with a protagonist who makes me forget this is all a dream... Let the conflict unfold an exposition full of precarious positions and a rising action that leaves me breathless and wanting more... As we reach the ****** Don't you drop me as the falling action brings me to my senses and I moan.... Denouement.

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changing profile picture being on instagram not texting me forget me me being paranoid that you don’t love me body hating you hate me forget me I’m stupid i’m scared i’m sorry forget me. seeing you be on every social platform but not being able to respond am i being lied too does he really feel how he says i’m stupid i’m sorry i’m not okay please forget me

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Jun 14, 2019

Jun 14, 2019 at 2:42 AM UTC

elenamarie

forget me.

changing profile picture being on instagram not texting me forget me me being paranoid that you don’t love me body hating you hate me forget me I’m stupid i’m scared i’m sorry forget me. seeing you be on every social platform but not being able to respond am i being lied too does he really feel how he says i’m stupid i’m sorry i’m not okay please forget me

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Is it a little pitiful thing Shut and lock My shutters rock slightly And a light enters, subtly I know what beckons me And recognize it well, Wholeheartedly Fear and anxiety Haunt my walls and furniture Like a putrid odor: I harbor what little will is left, Do you still think me pitiful, yet? It slithers in A flowing, glowing sinner It is the true winner And a shining, plundering wonder Eliminates my incense Showers me And makes me cower In my own existence Foster, don’t I still foster some adopted hope? Outside strength Inside weakness And it's all blocked out of me And I'm left alone in the colliding powers And it explodes in my face, flammable Understandable, for me. And I'm homeless Again, it seems.

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Nov 30, 2017

Nov 30, 2017 at 3:46 PM UTC

brxndano

Homeless

Is it a little pitiful thing Shut and lock My shutters rock slightly And a light enters, subtly I know what beckons me And recognize it well, Wholeheartedly Fear and anxiety Haunt my walls and furniture Like a putrid odor: I harbor what little will is left, Do you still think me pitiful, yet? It slithers in A flowing, glowing sinner It is the true winner And a shining, plundering wonder Eliminates my incense Showers me And makes me cower In my own existence Foster, don’t I still foster some adopted hope? Outside strength Inside weakness And it's all blocked out of me And I'm left alone in the colliding powers And it explodes in my face, flammable Understandable, for me. And I'm homeless Again, it seems.

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