#syllabic - Hello Poetry

Just happened to glance a pretty girl out there, Bathed in tattoos, sitting in my bookstore. I loved the way she looked, knew that i adore That blouse, the chest, stuck sadly in her wheelchair. Was it her fragility that made her fair? Her curly hair complexed and tied trojan war, A warrior on wheels, stare full of ignore, Her name came to me in the air, it was Claire. So unfair, a devastating joke from god. Beautiful despair, her hand clutching the steel, As she reads some more titles that came off odd. A goddess, half man - half machine, you're ideal, My heroine handicapped and neatly flawed. Claire made me forgot my own Achilles' heel.

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Jun 19, 2019

Jun 19, 2019 at 6:02 PM UTC

Penmann

Claire

Just happened to glance a pretty girl out there, Bathed in tattoos, sitting in my bookstore. I loved the way she looked, knew that i adore That blouse, the chest, stuck sadly in her wheelchair. Was it her fragility that made her fair? Her curly hair complexed and tied trojan war, A warrior on wheels, stare full of ignore, Her name came to me in the air, it was Claire. So unfair, a devastating joke from god. Beautiful despair, her hand clutching the steel, As she reads some more titles that came off odd. A goddess, half man - half machine, you're ideal, My heroine handicapped and neatly flawed. Claire made me forgot my own Achilles' heel.

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longing 4 my mother her embrace so warm, gentle her lap comforting will i ever again have this sweet unconditional love... tanka 1 napowrimo day 5 © rochelle foles 2019

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Apr 5, 2019

Apr 5, 2019 at 12:45 PM UTC

rochellefoles

tanka 1

longing 4 my mother her embrace so warm, gentle her lap comforting will i ever again have this sweet unconditional love... tanka 1 napowrimo day 5 © rochelle foles 2019

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The first day, I met you. My life changed. I believed. The second day, You said "hi!" Sparkling eyes And bright smiles. The third day, We had lunch. Ribs for two And a flan. The fourth day, I loved you. Did you too? I hoped so. The fifth day, You said no. You grew cold Like ice cream. The sixth day, We stopped "us" Back to nil; Tears were shed. The last day, I walked past; You just shrugged. We're strangers.

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Sep 16, 2018

Sep 16, 2018 at 11:15 AM UTC

Draviusicus

What's a Week?

The first day, I met you. My life changed. I believed. The second day, You said "hi!" Sparkling eyes And bright smiles. The third day, We had lunch. Ribs for two And a flan. The fourth day, I loved you. Did you too? I hoped so. The fifth day, You said no. You grew cold Like ice cream. The sixth day, We stopped "us" Back to nil; Tears were shed. The last day, I walked past; You just shrugged. We're strangers.

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Kiss The Officer Good luck. Duty calls for which she is paid in lone righteousness, I'm afraid. Patrol clean towns with sidewalks Not To Be Slept On while more sweet piglets snort through the mundane, saving for Swine Week. North High wrestler: baby molester. All those wasted prayers. Courage emerges among the new ash of my burning brain.

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Feb 27, 2018

Feb 27, 2018 at 7:18 AM UTC

aranciolightning

Oklahoman, Sir

Kiss The Officer Good luck. Duty calls for which she is paid in lone righteousness, I'm afraid. Patrol clean towns with sidewalks Not To Be Slept On while more sweet piglets snort through the mundane, saving for Swine Week. North High wrestler: baby molester. All those wasted prayers. Courage emerges among the new ash of my burning brain.

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I dreamt that your head Was placed in my lap I caressed your soft Soft hair and placed my Hand on your stern shoulder Making sure that you Wouldn't roll away As the car drove long Into the night and I felt nothing but Your healing warmth as I fell asleep, too. Slowly, then all at Once. As soon as I Fell asleep I fell Back into the harsh Reality of An empty bed and Empty promises And empty love that Meant much more to me Than it ever would To you. I'm ashamed That I still feel like This, I pray that our Past doesn't haunt my Future. But who knows?

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Mar 25, 2014

Mar 25, 2014 at 11:25 AM UTC

magnoliarose

Dream Draft #1

I dreamt that your head Was placed in my lap I caressed your soft Soft hair and placed my Hand on your stern shoulder Making sure that you Wouldn't roll away As the car drove long Into the night and I felt nothing but Your healing warmth as I fell asleep, too. Slowly, then all at Once. As soon as I Fell asleep I fell Back into the harsh Reality of An empty bed and Empty promises And empty love that Meant much more to me Than it ever would To you. I'm ashamed That I still feel like This, I pray that our Past doesn't haunt my Future. But who knows?

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