"anothe" poems - Hello Poetry

~for Vinnie Brown~ even your kindergarten crushes? what burdens you seek to retain, the edgy border of delicious and pain is a raggedy cut line, as lost lovings, rhymes with duality Once upon a time, a middle aged man left the woman he married, the one who drained and cruel reigned over the destruction of his-dreams, for one accidentally stumbled into, the love who blurred his edges as well, between forgotten happiness and pain so awesome bad when she grew tired of his life's complications, she left him, weeping on the corner of Broadway and 83rd Street was that 20, 30 years ago? a memory from no matters land but the physical ache that marred the hearth in the chest for months and months, sent him to the doc who smiled sweetly but gave him, had no, no relief for busted grownup hearts with normal EKG's that remains a treasured affirmation to this day of life's capacity to love that comes with an ingrown danger of never forgetting did you know the French outlawed the use of the term Mademoiselle in '12 (Mlle.)? I loved that salutation, calling my one true lovers with the soft feminism of that address and still do and you want to recall kindergarten crushes? Mister Vinnie possesses a lovely contradiction, holding onto lost lover sickness that lives on in good love poems this my new found poet, is how that he, this aching heart, fast approaching his shore line for one last return and final departure repays a sweet compliment, from one who complements anothe man's lovely's insane desire to never forget any of it ~~~ reading Vinne Brown's poetry https://hellopoetry.com/vinnie-brown/ and listening to Joni M. at 3:09AM; never wise, but full of hindsight

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Aug 26, 2017

Aug 26, 2017 at 3:19 AM UTC

nat-lipstadt

"may all my lost lovers haunt me"

~for Vinnie Brown~ even your kindergarten crushes? what burdens you seek to retain, the edgy border of delicious and pain is a raggedy cut line, as lost lovings, rhymes with duality Once upon a time, a middle aged man left the woman he married, the one who drained and cruel reigned over the destruction of his-dreams, for one accidentally stumbled into, the love who blurred his edges as well, between forgotten happiness and pain so awesome bad when she grew tired of his life's complications, she left him, weeping on the corner of Broadway and 83rd Street was that 20, 30 years ago? a memory from no matters land but the physical ache that marred the hearth in the chest for months and months, sent him to the doc who smiled sweetly but gave him, had no, no relief for busted grownup hearts with normal EKG's that remains a treasured affirmation to this day of life's capacity to love that comes with an ingrown danger of never forgetting did you know the French outlawed the use of the term Mademoiselle in '12 (Mlle.)? I loved that salutation, calling my one true lovers with the soft feminism of that address and still do and you want to recall kindergarten crushes? Mister Vinnie possesses a lovely contradiction, holding onto lost lover sickness that lives on in good love poems this my new found poet, is how that he, this aching heart, fast approaching his shore line for one last return and final departure repays a sweet compliment, from one who complements anothe man's lovely's insane desire to never forget any of it ~~~ reading Vinne Brown's poetry https://hellopoetry.com/vinnie-brown/ and listening to Joni M. at 3:09AM; never wise, but full of hindsight

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he lives for every future he could ever hope to have except the one that matters, one to never hold him back a path discretely paved for his own searching soul to find unraveled in the questions buried somewhere in his mind his tired feet have found another stone along the way "tomorrow needs to come, there's nothing left of me today" too in a rush to notice he had just to turn around embrace the life behind him yielding patiently to sound

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Mar 21, 2017

Mar 21, 2017 at 8:39 PM UTC

olga-valerevna

I know a father who says

he lives for every future he could ever hope to have except the one that matters, one to never hold him back a path discretely paved for his own searching soul to find unraveled in the questions buried somewhere in his mind his tired feet have found another stone along the way "tomorrow needs to come, there's nothing left of me today" too in a rush to notice he had just to turn around embrace the life behind him yielding patiently to sound

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May 31, 2024

May 31, 2024 at 7:06 PM UTC

bettsjc187

~•§•~ 0kay Fiπe ~•§•~

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Rip, tare, gouge, pop! The screaming will not stop. Clamp, squeeze, pull back! They come out with a loud crack. I take anothe fingernail, your hands I shall dismember. Blood pours from your fragile palms on this cold November. A churn enters your stomach, you become sickly. A haze enters your hurting head and you will pass out quickly. Fingernails, fingernails, I will collect all ten. Grab you by your crippled hands, I need to hear your scream again. Yank, rip, bleed out! Tonight I'll hear you shout. You'll go insane! I scuff another vein.

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Aug 26, 2015

Aug 26, 2015 at 10:34 PM UTC

groughnnl-gorjex

Fingernails

Rip, tare, gouge, pop! The screaming will not stop. Clamp, squeeze, pull back! They come out with a loud crack. I take anothe fingernail, your hands I shall dismember. Blood pours from your fragile palms on this cold November. A churn enters your stomach, you become sickly. A haze enters your hurting head and you will pass out quickly. Fingernails, fingernails, I will collect all ten. Grab you by your crippled hands, I need to hear your scream again. Yank, rip, bleed out! Tonight I'll hear you shout. You'll go insane! I scuff another vein.

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