#wrinkle - Hello Poetry

I've known you for so long, Longer than forever, Longer than all the circles of hell, Longer than simply never. I remember your cracks On your wind-chapped lips, Every wrinkle on your hands Because of a strong freeze. I hear every your word That is kept quiet by you. It's like a movie in constant replay, In which I can't hear you. I've got away so many times... Or maybe I thought so... The result is that I've never been able to. And now I'm here in whole. I'm with you, completely rudderless. I don't need it at all. I think I'll watch the rest of my life Here, with you in the starring role.

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Mar 10, 2025

Mar 10, 2025 at 4:59 PM UTC

LoveMelody

You're in the starring role

I've known you for so long, Longer than forever, Longer than all the circles of hell, Longer than simply never. I remember your cracks On your wind-chapped lips, Every wrinkle on your hands Because of a strong freeze. I hear every your word That is kept quiet by you. It's like a movie in constant replay, In which I can't hear you. I've got away so many times... Or maybe I thought so... The result is that I've never been able to. And now I'm here in whole. I'm with you, completely rudderless. I don't need it at all. I think I'll watch the rest of my life Here, with you in the starring role.

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Hello, my darling! How do you feel? What are you doing? Don’t be so shy! Don’t worry, honey, I won’t leave you. Come on, go into! Maybe tea with a pie? I’ve caught sight of you for a long time. I’ve simply kept quite about it. And before you noticed me yourself, I studied you whole, to be truthful of it. I knew we’d have to go inseparably Though life together until the end. I won’t deny, I wasn’t thrilled with That part of journey. But I couldn’t contend. I realize the years take their toll. Don’t get me wrong. I will be sad a short time. But I am sane and I am sighted. And I conceive in whole that mine is mine. I won’t cry and I won’t rueful. I’m ready to take you all with no trace. Come in, my wrinkle. You see, I’m not boring. Come here! And let me hug you, my Grace!

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Feb 24, 2025

Feb 24, 2025 at 4:51 PM UTC

LoveMelody

Hello, my wrinkle!

Hello, my darling! How do you feel? What are you doing? Don’t be so shy! Don’t worry, honey, I won’t leave you. Come on, go into! Maybe tea with a pie? I’ve caught sight of you for a long time. I’ve simply kept quite about it. And before you noticed me yourself, I studied you whole, to be truthful of it. I knew we’d have to go inseparably Though life together until the end. I won’t deny, I wasn’t thrilled with That part of journey. But I couldn’t contend. I realize the years take their toll. Don’t get me wrong. I will be sad a short time. But I am sane and I am sighted. And I conceive in whole that mine is mine. I won’t cry and I won’t rueful. I’m ready to take you all with no trace. Come in, my wrinkle. You see, I’m not boring. Come here! And let me hug you, my Grace!

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"The most exquisite face wrinkles and droops with age Roses too must wither, mocking man's desire for any eternal beauty in materiality Death will destroy the buds of youth, Cataclysms will demolish the grandeurs of this earth But nothing can destroy the splendor of the astral cosmos" Many forms, but crystalline perfection; Mystics pine, on the meaning of raging storms; In lieu of real connection. We can Appreciate the beauty that is laid before. Before our time, and we veer Without axis, & detached from direction.

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Jul 31, 2023

Jul 31, 2023 at 8:28 PM UTC

manx-kronos-pragna

Whitley

"The most exquisite face wrinkles and droops with age Roses too must wither, mocking man's desire for any eternal beauty in materiality Death will destroy the buds of youth, Cataclysms will demolish the grandeurs of this earth But nothing can destroy the splendor of the astral cosmos" Many forms, but crystalline perfection; Mystics pine, on the meaning of raging storms; In lieu of real connection. We can Appreciate the beauty that is laid before. Before our time, and we veer Without axis, & detached from direction.

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i am drowning in your many waters sea and sky reversed like an inside-out TV looking up into the depths of your you-ness i want to be deeper i want to go deeper i want to know deeper i want to we deeper i want to wear your body like a self and look at me which is you the mirror is the door

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Feb 6, 2021

Feb 6, 2021 at 7:32 PM UTC

LeadedTears

fluidic love;: when the flood comes? {section won}

i am drowning in your many waters sea and sky reversed like an inside-out TV looking up into the depths of your you-ness i want to be deeper i want to go deeper i want to know deeper i want to we deeper i want to wear your body like a self and look at me which is you the mirror is the door

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The lid of a stained glass bottle, leaves a burning sensation in my palm. What was I hoping for? Surely, this message will wrinkle- my painful words silently drifting away. And all that'd be left was my starving soul, craving to be found someday.

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Jul 20, 2020

Jul 20, 2020 at 10:40 PM UTC

Lovingpoetry

Message in a Bottle

The lid of a stained glass bottle, leaves a burning sensation in my palm. What was I hoping for? Surely, this message will wrinkle- my painful words silently drifting away. And all that'd be left was my starving soul, craving to be found someday.

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And don't wonder With every new wrinkle A change awaits Gradually We incline Towards The Sun The Moon And the stars At the end

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Apr 7, 2020

Apr 7, 2020 at 11:09 AM UTC

mystic-ink-plus

Growth

And don't wonder With every new wrinkle A change awaits Gradually We incline Towards The Sun The Moon And the stars At the end

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A new wrinkle, Searching mirror for answer Untangling knot

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Feb 19, 2018

Feb 19, 2018 at 10:23 AM UTC

mystic-ink-plus

Knot

A new wrinkle, Searching mirror for answer Untangling knot

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I smile nose crinkled skin wrinkle make my eyes and teeth twinkle.

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Jul 25, 2017

Jul 25, 2017 at 12:49 AM UTC

janaebello

Little wonders

I smile nose crinkled skin wrinkle make my eyes and teeth twinkle.

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You call me beautiful but you don't see me what you call beautiful is your own reflection with maybe a bigger frown than you usually wear

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Mar 18, 2016

Mar 18, 2016 at 11:38 PM UTC

melli7

Beautiful

You call me beautiful but you don't see me what you call beautiful is your own reflection with maybe a bigger frown than you usually wear

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Here's to growing up, To the young, the sad and the lonely, Here's to growing up! To the fairly old and wrinkled, Here's to go growing up, Where life is not so simple, Here's to growing up!

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Jun 11, 2015

Jun 11, 2015 at 4:55 PM UTC

Rockie

Here

Here's to growing up, To the young, the sad and the lonely, Here's to growing up! To the fairly old and wrinkled, Here's to go growing up, Where life is not so simple, Here's to growing up!

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I will look upon your face And I will love it, Sweet Gentle. I will love it, soft and tender, Wrinkle by wrinkle.

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Mar 2, 2015

Mar 2, 2015 at 10:26 PM UTC

sherlene2

As We Age

I will look upon your face And I will love it, Sweet Gentle. I will love it, soft and tender, Wrinkle by wrinkle.

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Before that, I was just normal. Not that I’m not normal now, But not normal like you would think. I used to be like the girls You see, laughing at the lunch Room table, covered in smiles. But now I realize how sad that really is. I want to laugh and be happy, But I want to breathe in the breath Of the ones I love Notice the importance of curves Or the reason I can see each Of the bones in her ankle. I don’t want to stop and smell the roses I want to memorize the wrinkles In your lips when they press together (r.e.)

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Dec 12, 2014

Dec 12, 2014 at 11:41 AM UTC

anonymousm8

Different

Before that, I was just normal. Not that I’m not normal now, But not normal like you would think. I used to be like the girls You see, laughing at the lunch Room table, covered in smiles. But now I realize how sad that really is. I want to laugh and be happy, But I want to breathe in the breath Of the ones I love Notice the importance of curves Or the reason I can see each Of the bones in her ankle. I don’t want to stop and smell the roses I want to memorize the wrinkles In your lips when they press together (r.e.)

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