"amongs" poems - Hello Poetry

Eyes deep and dark as if linked to the primordial abyss, It was if you could see further than the blank faces of truths and lies It was as if you could clearly see what is and what is not, for you. I see you. Voice commanding attention like the horns of heavens army and as soothing as their zithers, your lips it's succulent strings. How do you move so free fluid in design how you choose to love is invasive with no lines So let me in Skin smooth as molasses and ravagingly rich in flavor, I would imagine, on my tongue. Body as bountiful as the late harvest, your delicacies just as sweet when your legs part blessings flowing, falling miracles, from my chin to my feet; ceremony, a Thanks giving for this decadent feast. Get on the table I crave your assortments curled up, laid down, bent over with all the sides Greedy for the textures and scent like honey bees are magnolia. Abundant as Gaia so I'll touch every corner like the sky, the heat of our sol is ever high; in the still of the night I wish to bask in your moons light while I rise and conduct your tides. Good times are savored not kept A self, if I don't help , watering flower blooming how and when ever it sees fit. Passion like the sun, radiant and all illuminating; like the moon on a still pond, while you seem grounded your true home is in the sky amongs the stars.

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Aug 29, 2021

Aug 29, 2021 at 5:05 AM UTC

EnRoute

You-Indi-verse

Eyes deep and dark as if linked to the primordial abyss, It was if you could see further than the blank faces of truths and lies It was as if you could clearly see what is and what is not, for you. I see you. Voice commanding attention like the horns of heavens army and as soothing as their zithers, your lips it's succulent strings. How do you move so free fluid in design how you choose to love is invasive with no lines So let me in Skin smooth as molasses and ravagingly rich in flavor, I would imagine, on my tongue. Body as bountiful as the late harvest, your delicacies just as sweet when your legs part blessings flowing, falling miracles, from my chin to my feet; ceremony, a Thanks giving for this decadent feast. Get on the table I crave your assortments curled up, laid down, bent over with all the sides Greedy for the textures and scent like honey bees are magnolia. Abundant as Gaia so I'll touch every corner like the sky, the heat of our sol is ever high; in the still of the night I wish to bask in your moons light while I rise and conduct your tides. Good times are savored not kept A self, if I don't help , watering flower blooming how and when ever it sees fit. Passion like the sun, radiant and all illuminating; like the moon on a still pond, while you seem grounded your true home is in the sky amongs the stars.

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/::/::/ • || <> ()()()()()() I imagine all the naked girls down in the great pit of the arena Wavin their ****** boobs and dripping vaginas Up in the air At the boys in the stands Screaming LOVE US ! LOVE US ! LOVE US ! WE NEED YOU TO LOVE US ! And the boys laughing and throwing Bags of shit down on them And ******* on them While the girls howl And cry and eat the **** and drink the **** Going LOVE US ! LOVE US ! LOVE US ! Down in the pit amongs their ****** ***** And dripping vaginas And the **** and the **** And the utter total depraved meaninglessness //// //// //// And then A flash of light //// //// //// And I see The 1000 beautiful dreamy faces Of the lovely young girls With glistening eyes of eternal blissful truth Emerging Thru pristine imaginations Of childhood grace And immaculate splendor Visions of fertility and hope and marriage And tomorrow's blessed children Nurtured by strong and real People :: And the young boys Teary eyed with humility Gentle with adoration Entering and mingling and embracing All and each and angels rejoicing And tyrants fleeing And the dragons of peace circling And handsome unicorns holding and healing And all is good so very good :::; And I read my poem and weep

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Oct 12, 2014

Oct 12, 2014 at 7:14 PM UTC

jeffrey-robin

Summation

/::/::/ • || <> ()()()()()() I imagine all the naked girls down in the great pit of the arena Wavin their ****** boobs and dripping vaginas Up in the air At the boys in the stands Screaming LOVE US ! LOVE US ! LOVE US ! WE NEED YOU TO LOVE US ! And the boys laughing and throwing Bags of shit down on them And ******* on them While the girls howl And cry and eat the **** and drink the **** Going LOVE US ! LOVE US ! LOVE US ! Down in the pit amongs their ****** ***** And dripping vaginas And the **** and the **** And the utter total depraved meaninglessness //// //// //// And then A flash of light //// //// //// And I see The 1000 beautiful dreamy faces Of the lovely young girls With glistening eyes of eternal blissful truth Emerging Thru pristine imaginations Of childhood grace And immaculate splendor Visions of fertility and hope and marriage And tomorrow's blessed children Nurtured by strong and real People :: And the young boys Teary eyed with humility Gentle with adoration Entering and mingling and embracing All and each and angels rejoicing And tyrants fleeing And the dragons of peace circling And handsome unicorns holding and healing And all is good so very good :::; And I read my poem and weep

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Half cast don't claim black cast They are naturally cast The light amongs the crowd The victorious in battleship The float in a ship sinking I wonder why I don't sleep at night I realised it is the battleship Off-guard in the middle of the night I lay my head to sleep Pondering to soaraway The battle maybe rough But realised am the ship.

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Sep 15, 2016

Sep 15, 2016 at 8:44 PM UTC

jide-oyediran

BATTLESHIP

Half cast don't claim black cast They are naturally cast The light amongs the crowd The victorious in battleship The float in a ship sinking I wonder why I don't sleep at night I realised it is the battleship Off-guard in the middle of the night I lay my head to sleep Pondering to soaraway The battle maybe rough But realised am the ship.

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And I will kiss your shoulders, When they are bare and Wanting for a kiss. I will twine myself deep into your hair And pull, Until the back of your neck prickles With delight. I will creep in a single stream of honey When you wrap in your shades and shutters And pour golden, sticky sweet Directly into your heart. I will get lost amongst some cloud or mountain (You cannot blame me, for as I do you do often, too.) And just when you have forgotten How I warm those certain spots you knew not existed As I creep through the blinds as you bathe, Illuminating where you are broken, or soft, I show myself, In all bright and shining splendour. You will forget me not. I will let you indulge in me, Take me in until you flake and rip In chunks of bitter rust. I will delight in how I eat away At what once was white and pure. Come night, I will leave to those With sharper tongues and bigger hooks, And you will be cold. You will claw at the walls on which I once shone, And with bleeding fingers Rest amongs the grasshoppers and watch, Waiting for my reflection in the new moon.

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May 22, 2013

May 22, 2013 at 11:10 PM UTC

amber-w

Sunsong

And I will kiss your shoulders, When they are bare and Wanting for a kiss. I will twine myself deep into your hair And pull, Until the back of your neck prickles With delight. I will creep in a single stream of honey When you wrap in your shades and shutters And pour golden, sticky sweet Directly into your heart. I will get lost amongst some cloud or mountain (You cannot blame me, for as I do you do often, too.) And just when you have forgotten How I warm those certain spots you knew not existed As I creep through the blinds as you bathe, Illuminating where you are broken, or soft, I show myself, In all bright and shining splendour. You will forget me not. I will let you indulge in me, Take me in until you flake and rip In chunks of bitter rust. I will delight in how I eat away At what once was white and pure. Come night, I will leave to those With sharper tongues and bigger hooks, And you will be cold. You will claw at the walls on which I once shone, And with bleeding fingers Rest amongs the grasshoppers and watch, Waiting for my reflection in the new moon.

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Old man speaks What an old man sees siting A young man can't see climbing a tree Why being porous Why the violence Why the ignorance and corruption Why are there evil hearts Ours was generation of love and peace Young man laughing We would rather cut down d tree It feels good to be porous Why not violence Why not pain why not corruption Why won't we have evil hearts Ours is a generation of Give and take Fetus in the womb kicks What are u leaving for our generation More pain and anguish More violence and corruption but one thing is significant we will fight for peace We will create love amongs us Ours is a generation of HOPE

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Apr 9, 2014

Apr 9, 2014 at 7:24 PM UTC

jide-oyediran

BEER PARLOUR dialogue

Old man speaks What an old man sees siting A young man can't see climbing a tree Why being porous Why the violence Why the ignorance and corruption Why are there evil hearts Ours was generation of love and peace Young man laughing We would rather cut down d tree It feels good to be porous Why not violence Why not pain why not corruption Why won't we have evil hearts Ours is a generation of Give and take Fetus in the womb kicks What are u leaving for our generation More pain and anguish More violence and corruption but one thing is significant we will fight for peace We will create love amongs us Ours is a generation of HOPE

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././././ Walking amongst the corpses On this sunny day (Still This ravaged Land) It's many ----secrets! ---- (It's what we don't know That matters--eh?) • Soon Just the corpses and the songs they sing The stories we hear! (The many stories known as lies) •• Little high school girls Tiny corpses in the making Playing with themselves Playing with ****** and razor blades /./././ I walk amongst the corpses singing ••• I walk amongs the stories ----all lies /./././ Oh yes THERE you are! In your movie---(a lie) • Going to the movies ! Going home to to the LIE •• We are walking corpses We walk amongst eachother No one is here

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Dec 21, 2013

Dec 21, 2013 at 3:53 PM UTC

jeffrey-robin

Adam amongst the photographers

././././ Walking amongst the corpses On this sunny day (Still This ravaged Land) It's many ----secrets! ---- (It's what we don't know That matters--eh?) • Soon Just the corpses and the songs they sing The stories we hear! (The many stories known as lies) •• Little high school girls Tiny corpses in the making Playing with themselves Playing with ****** and razor blades /./././ I walk amongst the corpses singing ••• I walk amongs the stories ----all lies /./././ Oh yes THERE you are! In your movie---(a lie) • Going to the movies ! Going home to to the LIE •• We are walking corpses We walk amongst eachother No one is here

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I walk amongs these corpses and I smell their hearts resting in those vines, twisted. but when I see your lips curl into that half smile, this blue haze slides across my iris, these birds listen and break their necks to hear the song play. This song was played by the moon, who hangs amongs the stars, but shines even brighter.

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Nov 16, 2024

Nov 16, 2024 at 4:34 PM UTC

ryan-19

Where the birds fall and the spirits sing

I walk amongs these corpses and I smell their hearts resting in those vines, twisted. but when I see your lips curl into that half smile, this blue haze slides across my iris, these birds listen and break their necks to hear the song play. This song was played by the moon, who hangs amongs the stars, but shines even brighter.

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May be someone has built a house At the frontier of my heart! Since somedays , slipping through my fingers I have lost the sleepy night! The roar sound of a child is being heard. Amongs the pensiveness of my mind There are certain sufferings Of delivering a child! Albeit it is unseen, It is true. For having the heart of humanbeing The stirring words are REVOLT And devoted themselve into deeper meaning of POETRY. Belike ! The prolong pang is to be end! Or perhaps ! The ***** dream of flying By the chariot of literary addiction has to fulfilled! কবিতাৰ শিৰোনাম: মাতাল সপোন হৃদয়ৰ পাদদেশত হয়তো কোনোবাই ঘৰ সাজিছে যোৱা কেবাদিনৰ পৰাই টোপনি হেৰাইছে। শিশুৰ বিকট চিঞৰ কাণত পৰিছে উদ্বাউল মনত প্রসৱৰ বেদনা ধৰা পৰিছে। চকুৰে নমনিলেওঁ এয়া সত্য। মানৱ হৃদয় থকা বাবেই ক্ষুব্ধ শব্দই স্বাধীনতা বিচাৰিছে কবিতাৰ অর্থত নিজকে সঁপি দিছে। কিজানিবা অন্ত পৰেই দীর্ঘ বেদনাৰ আৰু পূর্ণ হয় সাহিত্যৰ ৰথত উৰি ফুৰাৰ মাতাল সপোন!!

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Dec 12, 2017

Dec 12, 2017 at 10:17 AM UTC

Mottakinur

***** Dream

May be someone has built a house At the frontier of my heart! Since somedays , slipping through my fingers I have lost the sleepy night! The roar sound of a child is being heard. Amongs the pensiveness of my mind There are certain sufferings Of delivering a child! Albeit it is unseen, It is true. For having the heart of humanbeing The stirring words are REVOLT And devoted themselve into deeper meaning of POETRY. Belike ! The prolong pang is to be end! Or perhaps ! The ***** dream of flying By the chariot of literary addiction has to fulfilled! কবিতাৰ শিৰোনাম: মাতাল সপোন হৃদয়ৰ পাদদেশত হয়তো কোনোবাই ঘৰ সাজিছে যোৱা কেবাদিনৰ পৰাই টোপনি হেৰাইছে। শিশুৰ বিকট চিঞৰ কাণত পৰিছে উদ্বাউল মনত প্রসৱৰ বেদনা ধৰা পৰিছে। চকুৰে নমনিলেওঁ এয়া সত্য। মানৱ হৃদয় থকা বাবেই ক্ষুব্ধ শব্দই স্বাধীনতা বিচাৰিছে কবিতাৰ অর্থত নিজকে সঁপি দিছে। কিজানিবা অন্ত পৰেই দীর্ঘ বেদনাৰ আৰু পূর্ণ হয় সাহিত্যৰ ৰথত উৰি ফুৰাৰ মাতাল সপোন!!

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This longing in my heart Will never stop it will tear me apart, This pain in my soul Increases wit each passing day it grows, Daily, daisy she blooms in d garden amongs weeds and thorns Daily i cry, often d tears like raindrops wets d soil Sorrow in a bottle like a river i drown myself daily Rivers d color green, often i wake up screaming sounds as silent as death My tears they pour like sweat Picture, my companion speaks tales of her features I smile and have a toast wit memory as i dream of a future This longing in my heart Feet first, fist clenched it drives me east Daisy a pact upon which i must act Daily i smile my feet racing east.

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Jun 24, 2016

Jun 24, 2016 at 4:37 AM UTC

Kings

DAISY

This longing in my heart Will never stop it will tear me apart, This pain in my soul Increases wit each passing day it grows, Daily, daisy she blooms in d garden amongs weeds and thorns Daily i cry, often d tears like raindrops wets d soil Sorrow in a bottle like a river i drown myself daily Rivers d color green, often i wake up screaming sounds as silent as death My tears they pour like sweat Picture, my companion speaks tales of her features I smile and have a toast wit memory as i dream of a future This longing in my heart Feet first, fist clenched it drives me east Daisy a pact upon which i must act Daily i smile my feet racing east.

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