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#quiver
Your Humour splits the World and the Universe begins to Laugh. Your jokes flow like a Fountain and splits Me into Half. Your Smile makes Me Quiver, along My nervous Spine. It's like the Ripples of a River, Where the high tide begins at Nine. Your Beauty is so Beautiful, It moves My naked Soul. Your Kindness is so much Loving, It sewed My broken Heart to Whole. I was waiting for My Heartbeats, So I could Dedicate a Poem with Words. But Words were hard to come by, So I stole them from the Birds.
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Jun 23, 2023
Jun 23, 2023 at 9:46 AM UTC
Your Beauty, is so Beautiful
We climb the stars Make honey in our hearts Mad as a jackrabbit We leap into dark holes Walk among winged creatures Quiver in our skins And swear that we can fly Feather-light on love alone
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Oct 8, 2020
Oct 8, 2020 at 5:00 PM UTC
Life with You
O, feckless dart of immeasurable delight! Wouldst thou direct elsewhere your flight, And refute my rival’s gentleman claim, That he be immune to Cupid’s aim. His smug sobriety remains intact, His pages blithe and matter-of-fact, Where my poor pen is inked with woe, And ****** to hell by quiver and bow. O, mischievous boy do grant my request! Whether modest maid or comely ***** His downfall ensured by one bold kiss, Shoot low, shoot high, but do not miss.
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Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 7:40 PM UTC
Duelling Poets
your hand trembles as you try to write they need to know your lips quiver as you open up the part hidden so meticulously from the world
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Feb 22, 2019
Feb 22, 2019 at 11:42 AM UTC
opening
Quivering the forked tongue Spews venom merrily Shyster politician
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Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 7:01 AM UTC
Pretty-faced coward
my hands             shake.           my heart   quivers. i remember a time when     both my heart and hands       knew what they were meant for              a time before you came along    and they made it their job to show the love they could hold for you                                my hands                                 shake.                                              my heart               quivers.
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Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 1:12 PM UTC
Heart and Hands
the current flows rapidly down my cheeks and my eyes puffy like balloons my face quivering, the sobs erupting from my mouth my knees weak my heart shattered i tell myself i shouldn't cry that i'll be okay but how do i know that? how do i know that this hurt is going to stop? what if it never stops? is it like a toothache? the pain comes and goes, only getting stronger and stronger until you have to get it taken out? what if i can't remove this pain like i can my tooth? what if this ache in my heart won't heal and the crack will never mend? who am i to know what my heart wants? maybe it's tired of my reckless decisions and has decided that it doesn't want to be healed maybe it will stay this way and prepare for the next wave of pain to come just like that toothache but... what happens when the pain is finally too much? can i die from a broken heart? how will i prepare for another love? how do i know that this is the one? how do i know that he loves me? how do i know when it's finally going to end? how...
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Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 12:42 AM UTC
how?
*Sometimes, I have a strong urge to write; One fleeting thought in my mind, Eager to become a poem on paper. At times, I am able to calm it down, Save the thought for later; But often comes the moment, When the vessel is full, Brimming with words, Longing to ink the paper, And become sentences. I can feel the quiver of my heart As I reach for the notebook. The grip at the pen, More confident and firm. That's what happens to me, When I sit down to write.* How about you? Do you feel it too?
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Dec 26, 2016
Dec 26, 2016 at 3:11 AM UTC
Do You Feel It Too?
Touch me, like the quiver of my body is a lyre that you must strum. Speak to me, like my voice is a psalm you've never heard. Kiss me, like you're a desert wanderer and my lips an oasis. Love me, like your heart is a wardrum that will thunder without me.
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Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 11:11 PM UTC
Wardrum
A delicate smile, So sweet, Could melt any woman's heart. And send her boat, Quivering Blissfully cast out to sea.
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Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 2:40 AM UTC
Simplistic
There was a void. Then there was light. There was his voice. His touch which made me quiver. His fragrance that lingered Like the dew every morning Like the dreams that kept coming back Like the waves that washed away sandcastles Like the wind which bent the daffodils on the sidewalk Like a phone that kept ringing. Like the letters left unanswered. The birthdays that kept coming. His voice rang in my head. Like a beautiful symphony that would be the end of me if it stopped. A thousand pictures lying on the floor Do I even recognize us anymore? Like seasons that come one after the next Like the unassuming traffic i see through the window of a hotel In an unknown town On an unknown date The calendar has failed me I need to stop tasting you on my tongue Like a pill I can't swallow Like a high I can't get Like a breakfast in a picturesque town, left unfinished Like words of a foreign language I can't seem to pronounce correctly. Every time I close my eyes, I think I forget. And then there is a void.
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Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 12:51 PM UTC
The Void
What have I done I've done it now Ended it all Realised that there is no going back From that moment forward Injustice was done By my hands My hands are stained With the blood of another That knife The knife that was in my possession Through the foundations The foundations of the human body The body of another Which is shivering Shaking Quivering Ending What have I done?
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Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 4:27 PM UTC
What Have I Done
Lovely mornings, evenings, nights our hearts took flight Laughing ceased as sighs increased. Wafts of sensual sweet smells rose. Bodies, curved in writhing poses glowed. Cares lost in arousing touch, lingering fingers longed for Secrets, shared in sacred sighs and wanton lies. Arching union quivered and quaked. I whispered then and will again Stilettos are not made for walking, Their soul purpose, freeing our rising desires, Feeding rapturous tinglings of sensual ecstasy.
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Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 12:08 AM UTC
A fond remembrance
I quiver you shake my body it quakes my mind is stunted my heart it aches I can't be that and I never will along that shore of this sea of hell
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Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 4:59 PM UTC
My
You're My Foundation My Soul does not Quiver You, You Entice Me Your Love Will Always Deliver It Will Not Break It Will Not Crumble And Shall Never Wither Trapped By The Chains Of Your Protection I Do Not Dream To Flee Now I Can't Believe It's Just You And Me You Have Chosen Thy I'm Honoured I'm Flattered But I Am The One That's What Mattered Or So I Thought You Quickly Gave Up To Save Us, I Fought Hate: One, Love: Nought
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Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 8:18 PM UTC
Nought
I get the crust and the gristle of a thistle once a missile shooting out into the sky and I cry, wonder why. Never sure what I feel for the meal of a deal and then words more like air slip the breeze in my hair, butterflies in the skies killing what kept my alive. Oh too bad, well how sad, if the songs last lines din't matter it'd harm, it'd make the soul so very mad. Here I fall, there I stand like a robot dancing to the tunes. It's demand. Hear I laugh, hear I cry. I hear the screams and feel the burn, so why? Why unsure, of what's telling me my life is so impure. Threatened heart, from the strings that wrap it, tearing it apart. Feel the clench of a bundle of what you yourself have drench and so benched. And you threw to me the horror show, I never so have thought would reckon me to be. I, to be, it's master and it's longing family, here I cry. Hear "I" cry. For I exist in heart, but never, not in mind. There I stand once again as a memory of all that I pretend. If I tried, to be real, the pieces fall apart inside. So I hide, then I quiver and I shake as 'me' is inside. I can touch to the shelter covered in the unbelieving, underachieving to be who I know I am to be. Or at least what you see. I crush the old me and start anew, though I grew. I, immortal to myself have stomped the true. And I become something greater than simple little shrew. Do not lie! For I see with one eye, the look through me. What you see is a host, not the ghost, that lives on. "Awh, look at me. I'm so strong!" Laugh along. Child there. Where? Oops, forgot to care. Now I stare, towards the end that's never ending like this script. Never ending. Twist and bending. Don't kid me, I'm no kid. I'm the body of a youth, but I am dead. I've destroyed myself, if others didn't do a perfect job. Hold up stop! I'm letting go, a bubble that will pop. It will burst, destroying me, if it doesn't **** me first. Here I stand. Hear I cry. There I go. I have died.
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May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 1:09 PM UTC
Vents
I get the crust and the gristle of a thistle once a missile shooting out into the sky and I cry, wonder why. Never sure what I feel for the meal of a deal and then words more like air slip the breeze in my hair, butterflies in the skies killing what kept my alive. Oh too bad, well how sad, if the songs last lines din't matter it'd harm, it'd make the soul so very mad. Here I fall, there I stand like a robot dancing to the tunes. It's demand. Hear I laugh, hear I cry. I hear the screams and feel the burn, so why? Why unsure, of what's telling me my life is so impure. Threatened heart, from the strings that wrap it, tearing it apart. Feel the clench of a bundle of what you yourself have drench and so benched. And you threw to me the horror show, I never so have thought would reckon me to be. I, to be, it's master and it's longing family, here I cry. Hear "I" cry. For I exist in heart, but never, not in mind. There I stand once again as a memory of all that I pretend. If I tried, to be real, the pieces fall apart inside. So I hide, then I quiver and I shake as 'me' is inside. I can touch to the shelter covered in the unbelieving, underachieving to be who I know I am to be. Or at least what you see. I crush the old me and start anew, though I grew. I, immortal to myself have stomped the true. And I become something greater than simple little shrew. Do not lie! For I see with one eye, the look through me. What you see is a host, not the ghost, that lives on. "Awh, look at me. I'm so strong!" Laugh along. Child there. Where? Oops, forgot to care. Now I stare, towards the end that's never ending like this script. Never ending. Twist and bending. Don't kid me, I'm no kid. I'm the body of a youth, but I am dead. I've destroyed myself, if others didn't do a perfect job. Hold up stop! I'm letting go, a bubble that will pop. It will burst, destroying me, if it doesn't **** me first. Here I stand. Hear I cry. There I go. I have died.
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HOME TORTURE Her enchanting eyes, Her melody voice; Her hairs movement in the air- And dear full swing of hand- To make new sketch in the wind; Her play, for catching the butterflies Her tone in the sorrow voice; Quiver tweets in happiness Always new verse and call How you are happy at all? But that all was before us She don’t want to go home, only rush She was tortured by own They want her to stay home tide And don’t be stronger for get your right.
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Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 6:10 AM UTC
HOME TORTURE