#picnics - Hello Poetry

hillsides really bring out the Heidi in me chunks of bread and hunks of cheeses river water melted from the alps the goats and the hills, grandfather and me blue dress, red laces, white pinafore who is better to eat a picnic in the valley shadowed by the mountains but me?

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Feb 28

Feb 28, 2026 at 1:48 AM UTC

breeaudrey

a fireplace

hillsides really bring out the Heidi in me chunks of bread and hunks of cheeses river water melted from the alps the goats and the hills, grandfather and me blue dress, red laces, white pinafore who is better to eat a picnic in the valley shadowed by the mountains but me?

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Humid air middle of the summer every dog and child happy to be outside surrounded by hippies and cheap speakers playing rock ‘n’ roll along the river in front of us were small ferries I can't remember what happened yesterday but I recall the feeling of when I first saw you turning around slowly to glance at who I didn't know will spend the rest of my life dancing in back of my mind there was the woman whom I didn't know will always I desire the very, only wanted one never will I ever have.

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Jul 7, 2025

Jul 7, 2025 at 8:29 PM UTC

theromantic

& Action 🎬

Humid air middle of the summer every dog and child happy to be outside surrounded by hippies and cheap speakers playing rock ‘n’ roll along the river in front of us were small ferries I can't remember what happened yesterday but I recall the feeling of when I first saw you turning around slowly to glance at who I didn't know will spend the rest of my life dancing in back of my mind there was the woman whom I didn't know will always I desire the very, only wanted one never will I ever have.

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Lupita, Teach me that the black girl Is more than just, that – More than just, A **** provoking short-skirt Tight-thick-thighs temptation More than just, A slim waist, supple flesh And ‘shuga’ Stare into my ignorant eye, And teach me Lupita.

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Jan 18, 2021

Jan 18, 2021 at 2:48 AM UTC

WordSmith_Wiz

THE BLACK WOMEN YOU SHOULD MEET: Episode 1

Lupita, Teach me that the black girl Is more than just, that – More than just, A **** provoking short-skirt Tight-thick-thighs temptation More than just, A slim waist, supple flesh And ‘shuga’ Stare into my ignorant eye, And teach me Lupita.

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“My mind carries a pain My skin bears a voice I’m mad and it shows It’s black in my soul I’m bad, I’m insane I’m mad and it grows Black man with some vocals – Black man with no arms, Black man yes, the pain is mine, and it eats me Black man and there’s black in my thoughts, So I keep screaming Black man with heavy dreams that haunt him: An ambition in the winter, Flower never grow, for my seed cannot afford Friction in the air when I’m bitter Pay fee for my visions to come into sight, capitalism Terrors caged in my intuition, neo-colonialist inhibitions Give men races, take away our faces, branding Culture punctured or am I just Insaniod? **** the stereotype? I try, but the Earth is stereohyped Blame my senses? I can’t. Too many cents owed me – Nonsense.”

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Jul 21, 2020

Jul 21, 2020 at 6:45 PM UTC

WordSmith_Wiz

I N S A N I O D

“My mind carries a pain My skin bears a voice I’m mad and it shows It’s black in my soul I’m bad, I’m insane I’m mad and it grows Black man with some vocals – Black man with no arms, Black man yes, the pain is mine, and it eats me Black man and there’s black in my thoughts, So I keep screaming Black man with heavy dreams that haunt him: An ambition in the winter, Flower never grow, for my seed cannot afford Friction in the air when I’m bitter Pay fee for my visions to come into sight, capitalism Terrors caged in my intuition, neo-colonialist inhibitions Give men races, take away our faces, branding Culture punctured or am I just Insaniod? **** the stereotype? I try, but the Earth is stereohyped Blame my senses? I can’t. Too many cents owed me – Nonsense.”

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“The cousins leave, their laughter and cries do too Upon that hour when sky’s flame Is fell from up high The water stops, the winds halt Maybe even the blood stands too, still For nothing moves, nothing’s awake at this hour Minds and souls roam, free Away from the heads plastered close to earth Dreaming dreams, of planets, moons and else Partaking, all in the blackness’s ritual So dark, even the puppets of evil are tempted to lie still All Men sleep, nothing’s awake at this hour – Except me, And the hand From which this poem is borne.”

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Jun 2, 2020

Jun 2, 2020 at 6:05 AM UTC

WordSmith_Wiz

INSOMNUS: DARK, THE POEM

“The cousins leave, their laughter and cries do too Upon that hour when sky’s flame Is fell from up high The water stops, the winds halt Maybe even the blood stands too, still For nothing moves, nothing’s awake at this hour Minds and souls roam, free Away from the heads plastered close to earth Dreaming dreams, of planets, moons and else Partaking, all in the blackness’s ritual So dark, even the puppets of evil are tempted to lie still All Men sleep, nothing’s awake at this hour – Except me, And the hand From which this poem is borne.”

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𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝒹𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓈𝑜 𝒷𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓁𝒶𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶 𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝑒𝓏𝑒 𝒷𝓁𝓊𝑒 𝓈𝓀𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝓈𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓀𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝑒𝒶𝓈

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May 2, 2020

May 2, 2020 at 12:02 PM UTC

hopefulTangerine

Dreaming of March

𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝒹𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓈𝑜 𝒷𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓁𝒶𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶 𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝑒𝓏𝑒 𝒷𝓁𝓊𝑒 𝓈𝓀𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝓈𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓀𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝑒𝒶𝓈

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Drove to London in a downpour. My daughter's family lives there. I had a picnic in the bathroom, With Aine pouring tea. She held out a sponge plate, Offering watermelon soap, And facecloth chicken salad sandwiches. Though long lost, I dialed in her perspective; Her bubbles never burst. I'll recall that wet picnic, On sunny summer days, As a favored meal.

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Nov 14, 2017

Nov 14, 2017 at 9:55 AM UTC

francie-lynch

The Picnic

Drove to London in a downpour. My daughter's family lives there. I had a picnic in the bathroom, With Aine pouring tea. She held out a sponge plate, Offering watermelon soap, And facecloth chicken salad sandwiches. Though long lost, I dialed in her perspective; Her bubbles never burst. I'll recall that wet picnic, On sunny summer days, As a favored meal.

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You packed for a picnic Or a day in the sun Now it’s time to pack it back Whenever you are done. Nobody cares what kind Of drinks or junk you buy. They care about the beauty Of land and sea and sky. You packed it in So you pack it back. Bring along with you An extra ******* sack. Care for our environment As if it were your own. We all live on this planet You are not here alone. Look around at where we live What you can do to conserve The wonders in nature. Don’t throw us all a curve. Pack back out what you bring in; The right thing to do. We are responsible adults Not here to clean for you. You packed it in So you pack it back. Bring along with you An extra ******* sack. Leave like you want to see it, Think of more than just you. Care for our environment It’s the right thing to do.

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Mar 20, 2017

Mar 20, 2017 at 12:24 AM UTC

brent-kincaid

PACK IT BACK

You packed for a picnic Or a day in the sun Now it’s time to pack it back Whenever you are done. Nobody cares what kind Of drinks or junk you buy. They care about the beauty Of land and sea and sky. You packed it in So you pack it back. Bring along with you An extra ******* sack. Care for our environment As if it were your own. We all live on this planet You are not here alone. Look around at where we live What you can do to conserve The wonders in nature. Don’t throw us all a curve. Pack back out what you bring in; The right thing to do. We are responsible adults Not here to clean for you. You packed it in So you pack it back. Bring along with you An extra ******* sack. Leave like you want to see it, Think of more than just you. Care for our environment It’s the right thing to do.

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I’d never noticed the Freckles On your Shoulders. But then again, You’d never noticed The scars. Specifically The ones On my chest, And if you had, I’d never Heard Anything about them, Or, “it.” It had been awhile since we’d Last crossed paths, Encounters always Ending in Collision, Connection And corrosion come the first Morning after; but welcomed. You looked good though, And that’s how it’d always Started, But beautiful nonetheless – A world-weathered skin In the form of a twilight tan, The vulnerable smile With a small curl displaying Aggressive sexuality, And a dress, your cloth, A critical juncture, Of both cinema and satori, A’flutter in the wind. “Gift-wraps,” aside, I’d always return to the Form and curve of “You.” Simply you The half I could see Leaving the other Somehow elusive side of You To my imagination and Memory Of prior gallantry. Unspoken words Pave paths between the Tables we now occupy. So to, Acts of predation await, Perched and ready for Gardens, Accepted, the resulted chaos. I wonder, “What’s she thinking?” As I capture a wink And steal the sunlight Bouncing of her Shoulder’s freckles. It’s an intoxication At its finest. Accordingly, I sip my Beer And in echoes mumble, “I want you, want you, Want you.” Luckily, You wanted me too.

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Aug 11, 2015

Aug 11, 2015 at 9:04 AM UTC

liam-c-calhoun

Freckles

I’d never noticed the Freckles On your Shoulders. But then again, You’d never noticed The scars. Specifically The ones On my chest, And if you had, I’d never Heard Anything about them, Or, “it.” It had been awhile since we’d Last crossed paths, Encounters always Ending in Collision, Connection And corrosion come the first Morning after; but welcomed. You looked good though, And that’s how it’d always Started, But beautiful nonetheless – A world-weathered skin In the form of a twilight tan, The vulnerable smile With a small curl displaying Aggressive sexuality, And a dress, your cloth, A critical juncture, Of both cinema and satori, A’flutter in the wind. “Gift-wraps,” aside, I’d always return to the Form and curve of “You.” Simply you The half I could see Leaving the other Somehow elusive side of You To my imagination and Memory Of prior gallantry. Unspoken words Pave paths between the Tables we now occupy. So to, Acts of predation await, Perched and ready for Gardens, Accepted, the resulted chaos. I wonder, “What’s she thinking?” As I capture a wink And steal the sunlight Bouncing of her Shoulder’s freckles. It’s an intoxication At its finest. Accordingly, I sip my Beer And in echoes mumble, “I want you, want you, Want you.” Luckily, You wanted me too.

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