#shaped - Hello Poetry

🄺🄴🄴🄿 🅃🄷🄴 🅂🄿🄸🄽🄴 🅂🅃🅁🄾🄽🄶, 🄰 🄱🄴🄰🄼 🅃🄾 🄱🄰🄻🄰🄽🄲🄴 🄼🄴 ║ ║ ║ ║ ║ ║ ║ ║ ⑅ Ⓢⓞ 🅜🅤🅒🅗 🅢🅒🅡🅔🅐🅜🅢 🅑 🅔 🅗 🅘🅝🅓 🅜 🅨 🅢🅜🅘🅛🅔🅢, 🅢🅞 🅜🅤🅒🅗 🅟🅐🅘🅝 🅛🅤🅡🅚🅢 🅦🅘🅣🅗🅘🅝 🅣 🅗 🅔 🅢 🅗 🅐 🅓 🅔 🅞🅕 🅜 🅨 🅑🅔🅘🅝🅖 Ⓐ ⓖⓞⓝⓨ ⓑⓔⓒⓞⓜⓔⓢ ⓜⓨ ⓕⓡⓘⓝⓖ ⓔ ◬ ◬ ◬ ◬ Aѕ I gινє ◬ ◬ ◬ ◬ му ραѕѕισηѕ тнє ℓαѕт кιѕѕ σƒ ℓιƒє ╱ ╲ ╱ ╲ ╱ ╲ ╱ ╲ ╱ 📚🧘📚 ╲

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Oct 24, 2020

Oct 24, 2020 at 2:22 PM UTC

Lyn-Purcell

Shade

🄺🄴🄴🄿 🅃🄷🄴 🅂🄿🄸🄽🄴 🅂🅃🅁🄾🄽🄶, 🄰 🄱🄴🄰🄼 🅃🄾 🄱🄰🄻🄰🄽🄲🄴 🄼🄴 ║ ║ ║ ║ ║ ║ ║ ║ ⑅ Ⓢⓞ 🅜🅤🅒🅗 🅢🅒🅡🅔🅐🅜🅢 🅑 🅔 🅗 🅘🅝🅓 🅜 🅨 🅢🅜🅘🅛🅔🅢, 🅢🅞 🅜🅤🅒🅗 🅟🅐🅘🅝 🅛🅤🅡🅚🅢 🅦🅘🅣🅗🅘🅝 🅣 🅗 🅔 🅢 🅗 🅐 🅓 🅔 🅞🅕 🅜 🅨 🅑🅔🅘🅝🅖 Ⓐ ⓖⓞⓝⓨ ⓑⓔⓒⓞⓜⓔⓢ ⓜⓨ ⓕⓡⓘⓝⓖ ⓔ ◬ ◬ ◬ ◬ Aѕ I gινє ◬ ◬ ◬ ◬ му ραѕѕισηѕ тнє ℓαѕт кιѕѕ σƒ ℓιƒє ╱ ╲ ╱ ╲ ╱ ╲ ╱ ╲ ╱ 📚🧘📚 ╲

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Trying to keep numb By words soft and sweet Thought I was in control but I'm not Fact: I'm swept off my feet I feel temptation creeping I don't know how to make it stop This is what I deserve Heart spinning like a top I am tired of fighting the feelings The truth in my gut Face not the easiest to read My written words betray what's shut Eating my cold composure Barriers in my mind Any second will be consumed Too much love declined My confused body might collapse and cave Toxic with desire Skies blue through foolish eyes Underneath lay brimstone and fire Our souls made to come together Rip apart as we tragically fall Loving is beautiful but I'd rather Escape pain and feel nothing at all

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Jun 2, 2020

Jun 2, 2020 at 7:06 AM UTC

AmandaKayBurke

Heart-Shaped Top

Trying to keep numb By words soft and sweet Thought I was in control but I'm not Fact: I'm swept off my feet I feel temptation creeping I don't know how to make it stop This is what I deserve Heart spinning like a top I am tired of fighting the feelings The truth in my gut Face not the easiest to read My written words betray what's shut Eating my cold composure Barriers in my mind Any second will be consumed Too much love declined My confused body might collapse and cave Toxic with desire Skies blue through foolish eyes Underneath lay brimstone and fire Our souls made to come together Rip apart as we tragically fall Loving is beautiful but I'd rather Escape pain and feel nothing at all

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I love you and the bag you drag You pull it with such strength But it exhausts you I watch in awe but I see Your eyes they have a hint of shame Like we all do I’ll open your bag but you’ll stop me I’ll smile And I’ll tell you with reassurance I want to see what shaped the Woman I Love today.

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Jan 11, 2020

Jan 11, 2020 at 2:46 PM UTC

G_Pie

Baggage

I love you and the bag you drag You pull it with such strength But it exhausts you I watch in awe but I see Your eyes they have a hint of shame Like we all do I’ll open your bag but you’ll stop me I’ll smile And I’ll tell you with reassurance I want to see what shaped the Woman I Love today.

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#***Redolent flowers Millions of butterflies hung Golden yellow blooms***#

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May 13, 2019

May 13, 2019 at 9:36 AM UTC

sarita-aditya-verma

Butterfly Blooms

#***Redolent flowers Millions of butterflies hung Golden yellow blooms***#

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A grand musical is underway! Actors and actresses scurrying about Memorizing their lines written by poets Weaving sweet phrases Conveying positivity Encouragement Cheerfulness Artists shaping the smile The relaxed pose Arms open and inviting Ready for instant hugs A harpist for the mouth Melodious Joyful Sounds All this is at play So, how is it possible For one To look deeper And see what’s really behind the smile?

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Sep 20, 2018

Sep 20, 2018 at 8:23 PM UTC

CynicalStrawberry

Fake

A grand musical is underway! Actors and actresses scurrying about Memorizing their lines written by poets Weaving sweet phrases Conveying positivity Encouragement Cheerfulness Artists shaping the smile The relaxed pose Arms open and inviting Ready for instant hugs A harpist for the mouth Melodious Joyful Sounds All this is at play So, how is it possible For one To look deeper And see what’s really behind the smile?

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Thinking about a past lover isn’t exactly the healthiest outlet But it makes getting over you a lot easier, I’ve got to admit. I saw myself in you I guess we’re more alike than I ever knew. World class pieces of **** Who don’t know when to shut the **** up or quit. I’m done recycling my hate. I’m done with my Freudian fate. I need to rise from these ashes. Can’t set myself up for any back lashes. I’ve never felt more self aware, now all I gotta do is get up and out of here. I think I’ve discovered my worse fears. Mamas boys, becoming my mother. No longer scared of getting beat on by my brothers. All I gotta do know is stop thinking about my past lover. Mind my business Maybe go for a ride on my flying nimbus I’d bring you along but your heart isn’t pure Don’t come running back to me like I’m the cure I’m sorry but your going to have to work it out on your own.. I’ve got my own demons to silence in this egg shaped dome.

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Aug 28, 2018

Aug 28, 2018 at 8:31 AM UTC

Iddea

Outlet

Thinking about a past lover isn’t exactly the healthiest outlet But it makes getting over you a lot easier, I’ve got to admit. I saw myself in you I guess we’re more alike than I ever knew. World class pieces of **** Who don’t know when to shut the **** up or quit. I’m done recycling my hate. I’m done with my Freudian fate. I need to rise from these ashes. Can’t set myself up for any back lashes. I’ve never felt more self aware, now all I gotta do is get up and out of here. I think I’ve discovered my worse fears. Mamas boys, becoming my mother. No longer scared of getting beat on by my brothers. All I gotta do know is stop thinking about my past lover. Mind my business Maybe go for a ride on my flying nimbus I’d bring you along but your heart isn’t pure Don’t come running back to me like I’m the cure I’m sorry but your going to have to work it out on your own.. I’ve got my own demons to silence in this egg shaped dome.

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Words can be... C F H r r e i a a M a t g o l i r v i c a i R n a n n a g l t g w @ Words can be all of these things and more, much more @ @ They should never be underestimated, for they have so @ much power, to heal and hurt, to lose and gain, so use @ them wisely. There are so many poems I have read @ that have influenced me for the better. I remember @ all that I wrote - depressive pieces of work, but @ man, I can honestly admit that I have grown. I @ do have a little girl's heart but I am a Queen. I @ will help polish the crowns of everyone I @ @ meet. Our kingdom's will thrive. @ Our passions won't die. We will use our quills to connect to one another. We will use the stones of our enemies to them strengthen or walls. Just know that true Kings and Queens will keep sipping on our sweet poetea.

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Jul 26, 2018

Jul 26, 2018 at 3:04 PM UTC

Lyn-Purcell

Cup of Poetea

Words can be... C F H r r e i a a M a t g o l i r v i c a i R n a n n a g l t g w @ Words can be all of these things and more, much more @ @ They should never be underestimated, for they have so @ much power, to heal and hurt, to lose and gain, so use @ them wisely. There are so many poems I have read @ that have influenced me for the better. I remember @ all that I wrote - depressive pieces of work, but @ man, I can honestly admit that I have grown. I @ do have a little girl's heart but I am a Queen. I @ will help polish the crowns of everyone I @ @ meet. Our kingdom's will thrive. @ Our passions won't die. We will use our quills to connect to one another. We will use the stones of our enemies to them strengthen or walls. Just know that true Kings and Queens will keep sipping on our sweet poetea.

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this poem is written in the contour of my body to represent what shoulders against me and how they pit inside me. I can't quite nearly explain how impeccable this here poem needs to be for this plan to work out perfectly, but i hope you can stomach the sappiness of this cliché plummet from my head to the toe, to my, (well, you know). So obviously by now we've gotten down to the belt of my body-shaped feelings i was telling you about these things are my legs, on top of which i stand, and by now we're near the bottom according to plan the things which support me like a right hand man. It's the little things that count like lying down in the sand.

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Apr 29, 2018

Apr 29, 2018 at 6:44 PM UTC

forestfire

yesterday

this poem is written in the contour of my body to represent what shoulders against me and how they pit inside me. I can't quite nearly explain how impeccable this here poem needs to be for this plan to work out perfectly, but i hope you can stomach the sappiness of this cliché plummet from my head to the toe, to my, (well, you know). So obviously by now we've gotten down to the belt of my body-shaped feelings i was telling you about these things are my legs, on top of which i stand, and by now we're near the bottom according to plan the things which support me like a right hand man. It's the little things that count like lying down in the sand.

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much like the sea glass that I wear on my ring I too was rough broken from its whole sharp edged too jagged to be held eventually discarded it wasn’t till the rough seas shaped me eroded my body smoothed my soul drove me to the shoreline then I found my worth from man made debris to a nature shaped treasure I have been molded by my environment polished into a gem smooth enough to be held nice enough to be kept

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Apr 26, 2018

Apr 26, 2018 at 12:38 AM UTC

Rowhomeward

25/30

much like the sea glass that I wear on my ring I too was rough broken from its whole sharp edged too jagged to be held eventually discarded it wasn’t till the rough seas shaped me eroded my body smoothed my soul drove me to the shoreline then I found my worth from man made debris to a nature shaped treasure I have been molded by my environment polished into a gem smooth enough to be held nice enough to be kept

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I have still got pain. Its big and in vain, For its only pain, It has got no body and no brain. Its of no use , And from it nothing I will gain But it still comes like a tornado and rocks me like a hurricane . It breaks my windows and knocks on my door And enters swiftly, even when I don’t open them wide anymore, And it holds me prisoner,free once but no more , And it makes me write verses like they were curses once for sure, Thats the gift that gives me my pain . No its never a boon, it's alwez a bane. A bane of my existence,not clear and quite uncertain. I ride the waves from fountain to fountain. My pain has really no gain BT it's still bleeding, bleeding crimson red from heart shaped curtains . From the door to the street, it will make me keel it will make me bleed, but Don’t love me alone, I may be insane. But love me, love me because i come branded with my pain.

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Jun 23, 2016

Jun 23, 2016 at 11:40 AM UTC

vani-j

Pain

I have still got pain. Its big and in vain, For its only pain, It has got no body and no brain. Its of no use , And from it nothing I will gain But it still comes like a tornado and rocks me like a hurricane . It breaks my windows and knocks on my door And enters swiftly, even when I don’t open them wide anymore, And it holds me prisoner,free once but no more , And it makes me write verses like they were curses once for sure, Thats the gift that gives me my pain . No its never a boon, it's alwez a bane. A bane of my existence,not clear and quite uncertain. I ride the waves from fountain to fountain. My pain has really no gain BT it's still bleeding, bleeding crimson red from heart shaped curtains . From the door to the street, it will make me keel it will make me bleed, but Don’t love me alone, I may be insane. But love me, love me because i come branded with my pain.

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I’ve always been afraid of them: Stairs. They have a tendency To give way beneath me And pitch me forward Towards the floor In the back of my mind at least, They do this. It is rare that this moment actually occurs but the occasional occurrence keeps the fear in the back of my mind and in my dreams I’m fall ing, fa ll ing, fallen.

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May 9, 2012

May 9, 2012 at 1:04 PM UTC

caitlyn-c-warnberg

The Fall

I’ve always been afraid of them: Stairs. They have a tendency To give way beneath me And pitch me forward Towards the floor In the back of my mind at least, They do this. It is rare that this moment actually occurs but the occasional occurrence keeps the fear in the back of my mind and in my dreams I’m fall ing, fa ll ing, fallen.

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The heart-shaped, red, hanging lights on our wall; I see you in your full existence, with all your pure skin, all naked, with all your appeal. The shiny, silky-smooth skin all bright and red; I sense you, I touch you to devour the deliciousness in you. I come closer, dripping your body with my wet hair; I **** in your honeycomb; I taste the sweetness. My honey, oh so sweet. Your honey, oh, sweet honey—it’s one of a kind. I drink it—all drunk with full pleasure, I feel total ecstasy. Then I ride like a cowgirl to reach as far as I can be. I hustle, I shake, I grind, I wind, I go deep where there is only one path and only one way to be. This road is an endless road; miles away it can lead. It will be the road where you will find me, and I will be riding on it endlessly!

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Dec 29, 2014

Dec 29, 2014 at 1:15 PM UTC

salil-jha

LOVE FANTASIES

The heart-shaped, red, hanging lights on our wall; I see you in your full existence, with all your pure skin, all naked, with all your appeal. The shiny, silky-smooth skin all bright and red; I sense you, I touch you to devour the deliciousness in you. I come closer, dripping your body with my wet hair; I **** in your honeycomb; I taste the sweetness. My honey, oh so sweet. Your honey, oh, sweet honey—it’s one of a kind. I drink it—all drunk with full pleasure, I feel total ecstasy. Then I ride like a cowgirl to reach as far as I can be. I hustle, I shake, I grind, I wind, I go deep where there is only one path and only one way to be. This road is an endless road; miles away it can lead. It will be the road where you will find me, and I will be riding on it endlessly!

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that perfectly shaped bone, i can see it right through your tender and thin skin, it is visible when you breathe and swallow my taste, my venom.

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Mar 29, 2014

Mar 29, 2014 at 6:50 PM UTC

starlightning

collarbone

that perfectly shaped bone, i can see it right through your tender and thin skin, it is visible when you breathe and swallow my taste, my venom.

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