"avalanching" poems - Hello Poetry

Eyes so dark they swallow reflections, Lips dried and burned by acidic lies, Tears avalanching down proud cheekbones, You scream curses to the sky. I stand watching on a hill. Tears painting blood on the green of grass, Lips bit shut to prolong the silence, Eyes reflecting flames of the setting sun. From where I stood I could see Shadows dancing Around the barren patch of land Where you stood watching As the sun plummeted Extinguished by the frozen skies. You stood Looking out to sea Fingernails cutting Deep into the palm of your hand As you held on To a single white rose Dyeing it red as the grass at my feet. From where I stood I could hear Tears pounding the soil At your feet A steady rhythmic beating Like a heart Still bent on living. You stood Whispering to the shadows Circling like vultures Their wings clipped So they crawl on the ground Like worms slowly trying to make their way To the secret underneath your feet. Eyes gray as the bright lonely moon, Lips whispering the silence of goodbye, Tears settling on the edges of a crooked smile, You took something that was once mine. I lie buried in damp regret. Tears locked behind deadened eyes, Lips poisoned by your last goodbye, Eyes sewn shut by the hand of your obsession.

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Mar 24, 2013

Mar 24, 2013 at 3:21 AM UTC

rin

Unmarked Grave

Eyes so dark they swallow reflections, Lips dried and burned by acidic lies, Tears avalanching down proud cheekbones, You scream curses to the sky. I stand watching on a hill. Tears painting blood on the green of grass, Lips bit shut to prolong the silence, Eyes reflecting flames of the setting sun. From where I stood I could see Shadows dancing Around the barren patch of land Where you stood watching As the sun plummeted Extinguished by the frozen skies. You stood Looking out to sea Fingernails cutting Deep into the palm of your hand As you held on To a single white rose Dyeing it red as the grass at my feet. From where I stood I could hear Tears pounding the soil At your feet A steady rhythmic beating Like a heart Still bent on living. You stood Whispering to the shadows Circling like vultures Their wings clipped So they crawl on the ground Like worms slowly trying to make their way To the secret underneath your feet. Eyes gray as the bright lonely moon, Lips whispering the silence of goodbye, Tears settling on the edges of a crooked smile, You took something that was once mine. I lie buried in damp regret. Tears locked behind deadened eyes, Lips poisoned by your last goodbye, Eyes sewn shut by the hand of your obsession.

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Looking beneath behind through as if searching for a small speck of dust Some kind of answer or hint, please All the while hiding cases and cases of confidential files Neurotoxic venom building up underground about to explode in geysers of What the **** is going on? What are these letters I type in contrast to the static blizzard Freezing brain cells avalanching down Drowning in its overwhelming white intensity Covering all traces of understanding Seeking every last hidden-in-plain-sight human and universe motivation Contemplating every glimmer in hopes it was just a reflection.

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Jun 12, 2010

Jun 12, 2010 at 1:50 AM UTC

ivoryrowes

scorpion's curse

Looking beneath behind through as if searching for a small speck of dust Some kind of answer or hint, please All the while hiding cases and cases of confidential files Neurotoxic venom building up underground about to explode in geysers of What the **** is going on? What are these letters I type in contrast to the static blizzard Freezing brain cells avalanching down Drowning in its overwhelming white intensity Covering all traces of understanding Seeking every last hidden-in-plain-sight human and universe motivation Contemplating every glimmer in hopes it was just a reflection.

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Hawaii, Just the name sounds magical, Oahu. Oh, wahoo! But the swell was dying down, Not as big as days prior. Still good enough for me. The undulating earth, Not fire, water. Slow rollers With surprising speed. Cresting, foamy peaks Avalanching into those clear bowl-like valleys below. Temporary hollowness Racing to devour the escape As the sleek slide rides On until the chase is up. Barrel after barrel For time out of mind that day Was spent in the surf. Great day in those crystal waters Riding the waves of the earth.

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Nov 18, 2010

Nov 18, 2010 at 9:04 PM UTC

jack-turner

Waimea Bay

Hawaii, Just the name sounds magical, Oahu. Oh, wahoo! But the swell was dying down, Not as big as days prior. Still good enough for me. The undulating earth, Not fire, water. Slow rollers With surprising speed. Cresting, foamy peaks Avalanching into those clear bowl-like valleys below. Temporary hollowness Racing to devour the escape As the sleek slide rides On until the chase is up. Barrel after barrel For time out of mind that day Was spent in the surf. Great day in those crystal waters Riding the waves of the earth.

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My soul married yours long before it told the heart, That was your secret gestures, it had been concealing And shy alphabet letters formed our non-linear talks On which ancient symbols were awakening with the news, That my rapt countenance longed to behold only you. And in Morse code, my riotous pulse was pinging, In tiptoeing tiny steps, toward your smile-fragranced planes; With small sips of blind and drunken-wheeling wonder, On Adirondacks of time, I finally met your gaze. And together found, we were writing the same vows; Our fingers following a bright-feathered knowing, And scented blooms of flowers knew your older names; And avalanching comets swept clean the turgid dawns. Then the seeds of forever were pocketed in your breath, Wreathed by stars, and saved for hidden yearning.

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Jul 13, 2010

Jul 13, 2010 at 12:27 PM UTC

patti-masterman-heterodynemind

My soul married yours

My soul married yours long before it told the heart, That was your secret gestures, it had been concealing And shy alphabet letters formed our non-linear talks On which ancient symbols were awakening with the news, That my rapt countenance longed to behold only you. And in Morse code, my riotous pulse was pinging, In tiptoeing tiny steps, toward your smile-fragranced planes; With small sips of blind and drunken-wheeling wonder, On Adirondacks of time, I finally met your gaze. And together found, we were writing the same vows; Our fingers following a bright-feathered knowing, And scented blooms of flowers knew your older names; And avalanching comets swept clean the turgid dawns. Then the seeds of forever were pocketed in your breath, Wreathed by stars, and saved for hidden yearning.

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riot rhythm vertical to vertical we're all going up or down there's no cross section it gives me those jitters where you're lurching fast forward let's just fast forward so we can waste time regretting things waiting for the dreaming hour waiting to escape always hunting for energy that isn't manufactured anymore it's when the layers are pulsing in your ears that you remember the real life long ago. muscles spazzing with every twitch of the clock there's not enough space in the world to occupy my heart's beating motion. the ambulance is going faster when you're sinking into the earth nothing's written in records and Hancock never lived nor did I. buried in the ground is the only positive pressure I've ever befriended. close to the ground head under a table deja vu I wish I lived earlier so I could feels the same kind of emotions they did. I think I do. tears avalanching onto the mountainside below my eyes. nothing catches my interest or my eye quite like a happy tune with sad lyrics.

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Feb 3, 2013

Feb 3, 2013 at 8:28 PM UTC

peyton-leigh-stille

Molly Rose

riot rhythm vertical to vertical we're all going up or down there's no cross section it gives me those jitters where you're lurching fast forward let's just fast forward so we can waste time regretting things waiting for the dreaming hour waiting to escape always hunting for energy that isn't manufactured anymore it's when the layers are pulsing in your ears that you remember the real life long ago. muscles spazzing with every twitch of the clock there's not enough space in the world to occupy my heart's beating motion. the ambulance is going faster when you're sinking into the earth nothing's written in records and Hancock never lived nor did I. buried in the ground is the only positive pressure I've ever befriended. close to the ground head under a table deja vu I wish I lived earlier so I could feels the same kind of emotions they did. I think I do. tears avalanching onto the mountainside below my eyes. nothing catches my interest or my eye quite like a happy tune with sad lyrics.

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I remember my life avalanching on a slope of no particular location worth remembering I recall the fire of our love fading and embering The hot coals of your soul turning black with the breeze That swept over the car as you tore a life apart I remember wishing to tear out my heart If I could only take it from your lockbox of love Where I misplaced all my trust You would sprinkle on your fairy dust Explaining how it's best for us Even how I should've known this was coming These god forsaken legs won't start running Better to bear the brunt of your blade slowly slicing two lives from one I remember my life avalanching on a slope of no particular location worth noting I remember you walking into my life but can never recall you going

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Jul 30, 2013

Jul 30, 2013 at 2:38 AM UTC

sean-c-johnson

On a slope not worth noting

I remember my life avalanching on a slope of no particular location worth remembering I recall the fire of our love fading and embering The hot coals of your soul turning black with the breeze That swept over the car as you tore a life apart I remember wishing to tear out my heart If I could only take it from your lockbox of love Where I misplaced all my trust You would sprinkle on your fairy dust Explaining how it's best for us Even how I should've known this was coming These god forsaken legs won't start running Better to bear the brunt of your blade slowly slicing two lives from one I remember my life avalanching on a slope of no particular location worth noting I remember you walking into my life but can never recall you going

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just when u think are no mas/no more love poems left in your receptacle turn on the radio and here comes the love song trickle and then an avalanching ball rolling soon you're balling too soon you're bawling too soon your words are...brawling praying to no one/anyone who will listen busted bent, fervor'd and fevered, never end this compulsory breaching need, never end this compulsion pleading skilling, **** this cursed prediction when desperation takes over, succeeding where success is fleeting, and failure is a bully boy's beating from fists of frustration for obvious reasons, she pronounces, write me a love poem so fresh! that it is renewable, that comes without an expiration date, living in the small fridge in my head so when I pull open that door, where our paths sure to cross, will fully feed my need to be revived, reminded, what I mean to you, how I am your milk and your water, how to juice you, arouse fruits of desire of plum and cherry colors, in our touching heads, where we meet, is the meat of you, is the meat of me let me find you in the mid of night, straining, staring at foods, tasting inspirations for giving you, then me, the kindest satisfaction of a love poem cease this brawling come to bed read me your newest with those chattering dancing speaking fingers feed me lovely poems

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Jul 2, 2016

Jul 2, 2016 at 12:34 PM UTC

onlylovepoetry

brawling words...for obvious reasons

just when u think are no mas/no more love poems left in your receptacle turn on the radio and here comes the love song trickle and then an avalanching ball rolling soon you're balling too soon you're bawling too soon your words are...brawling praying to no one/anyone who will listen busted bent, fervor'd and fevered, never end this compulsory breaching need, never end this compulsion pleading skilling, **** this cursed prediction when desperation takes over, succeeding where success is fleeting, and failure is a bully boy's beating from fists of frustration for obvious reasons, she pronounces, write me a love poem so fresh! that it is renewable, that comes without an expiration date, living in the small fridge in my head so when I pull open that door, where our paths sure to cross, will fully feed my need to be revived, reminded, what I mean to you, how I am your milk and your water, how to juice you, arouse fruits of desire of plum and cherry colors, in our touching heads, where we meet, is the meat of you, is the meat of me let me find you in the mid of night, straining, staring at foods, tasting inspirations for giving you, then me, the kindest satisfaction of a love poem cease this brawling come to bed read me your newest with those chattering dancing speaking fingers feed me lovely poems

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If my dream state was in charge of my awakened form I would contort and transition--from mouse to praying mantis to your eyelashes fanning out your dewy dropped ache Offering permission allowing all of your pain to taper trickle down to nose down to curved lip down to chin avalanching onto breast bone And what if I was a megaphone Or a confident white man in some overrated leadership position Or a scooped out couch cushion I would let you sit in the same spot for years I would stand at the podium and declare that I have never felt alone or insecure or flattened out or in yearning to trace the calic in your hair or a triangle of *** and feminism and woman Could you imagine if we were voyeuristic with our touch with our chaos with our close eyed kisses with our eye contact conversations The world would not be able to handle any of it at least our world.

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Mar 19, 2017

Mar 19, 2017 at 11:02 PM UTC

lucanna

Our world

If my dream state was in charge of my awakened form I would contort and transition--from mouse to praying mantis to your eyelashes fanning out your dewy dropped ache Offering permission allowing all of your pain to taper trickle down to nose down to curved lip down to chin avalanching onto breast bone And what if I was a megaphone Or a confident white man in some overrated leadership position Or a scooped out couch cushion I would let you sit in the same spot for years I would stand at the podium and declare that I have never felt alone or insecure or flattened out or in yearning to trace the calic in your hair or a triangle of *** and feminism and woman Could you imagine if we were voyeuristic with our touch with our chaos with our close eyed kisses with our eye contact conversations The world would not be able to handle any of it at least our world.

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you will come back in every five seconds in every five minutes in every five round clock in every five changing snowdrops on the pavement eon of epoch, your tardy shortcomings and my in-sync horology still i wait for you, and sundial of your promise you will come back in every winter in every summer in every spring in every fall weathervane foreverly prevail still i wait for you, with glimmering eyes and avalanching hopes you will come back in every monday in every wednesday in every friday in every sight of sadderdaze a repertoire of mystical moments per diem of price still i will wait for you, in every sunrise, in every twilight

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Oct 14, 2021

Oct 14, 2021 at 1:28 PM UTC

izzn

when time stops by

you will come back in every five seconds in every five minutes in every five round clock in every five changing snowdrops on the pavement eon of epoch, your tardy shortcomings and my in-sync horology still i wait for you, and sundial of your promise you will come back in every winter in every summer in every spring in every fall weathervane foreverly prevail still i wait for you, with glimmering eyes and avalanching hopes you will come back in every monday in every wednesday in every friday in every sight of sadderdaze a repertoire of mystical moments per diem of price still i will wait for you, in every sunrise, in every twilight

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One time I asked you if we could have a mirror installed on the ceiling above your bed You laughed and then said, why would we do that? I felt only slightly embarrassed as I answered that I wanted to see you from a third person perspective lying next to me Because at times it felt almost too good to be true Like when you say all these things you thought that you knew And it turns out you never really knew anything at all Like that it actually is possible to spend the better part of your entire existence trying to identify with the freckles on his back or attempting to keep all of your sanity intact when you find yourself avalanching in love as you run your fingers along the track of his spine At which point I pointed out how nice the mirror would be So at any time I could glance up and see our bodies intertwined like the waves in the sea And the absolute guarantee that there will always be stars in the sky Even if you can't see them The same way that in every goodbye there are words left unsaid and tears that aren't shed for the simple reason that we are all just trying to somehow keep our **** together And so whether or not there will ever be a mirror above your bed I'm not quite sure So I suppose, for the time being, my other senses will have to assure me that this will suffice But that's quite alright Because the feel of your skin on my hands is more than enough to ignite my own imaginative powers of the beautiful way you must look next to me at night

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Feb 2, 2014

Feb 2, 2014 at 11:33 PM UTC

sydneynicole

Untitled

One time I asked you if we could have a mirror installed on the ceiling above your bed You laughed and then said, why would we do that? I felt only slightly embarrassed as I answered that I wanted to see you from a third person perspective lying next to me Because at times it felt almost too good to be true Like when you say all these things you thought that you knew And it turns out you never really knew anything at all Like that it actually is possible to spend the better part of your entire existence trying to identify with the freckles on his back or attempting to keep all of your sanity intact when you find yourself avalanching in love as you run your fingers along the track of his spine At which point I pointed out how nice the mirror would be So at any time I could glance up and see our bodies intertwined like the waves in the sea And the absolute guarantee that there will always be stars in the sky Even if you can't see them The same way that in every goodbye there are words left unsaid and tears that aren't shed for the simple reason that we are all just trying to somehow keep our **** together And so whether or not there will ever be a mirror above your bed I'm not quite sure So I suppose, for the time being, my other senses will have to assure me that this will suffice But that's quite alright Because the feel of your skin on my hands is more than enough to ignite my own imaginative powers of the beautiful way you must look next to me at night

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Hear the emptiness deep within There are echos of grief and sin All the petals now are finally gone The thorns rip like the words to a song And all that is sacred is bled And it's dead No one cares And nothing's said The moments are boulders in your head Avalanching from the lies you said And the winter's warmth is false comfort The winds chide and howl in retort . And all that once was you Has flown South by Southwest Now is unknown And the children laugh and play Oblivious to the pain's display And you wonder of a poem in Blue A distant path you once knew And the tempuous Tides have changed For the once courageous . . . Now deranged

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Jun 10, 2015

Jun 10, 2015 at 9:12 PM UTC

South-by-Southwest

The Lines You Said

Hear the emptiness deep within There are echos of grief and sin All the petals now are finally gone The thorns rip like the words to a song And all that is sacred is bled And it's dead No one cares And nothing's said The moments are boulders in your head Avalanching from the lies you said And the winter's warmth is false comfort The winds chide and howl in retort . And all that once was you Has flown South by Southwest Now is unknown And the children laugh and play Oblivious to the pain's display And you wonder of a poem in Blue A distant path you once knew And the tempuous Tides have changed For the once courageous . . . Now deranged

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From all the scripted things I've said to you To all the brand new and the nerves I rise and set around you ever since Wishing everything was mine and yours It's a slow unrolling gaining force each time And avalanching into every day's dreams I wasn't ready to admit it, but now I couldn't have designed you better I can't help but concentrate on How perfect you are Because you remind me of everything good And the tone of your voice can level me out I think about you coming like a flash of lightning I think about you changing my mind I would have never given in except over you You overrule me with any effortless laughter At the first sign he will be that kind of starry eyed forever I will sign away my everything, and venture into that wild.

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Jul 1, 2013

Jul 1, 2013 at 3:25 PM UTC

erin-weaver

Into the Wild

From all the scripted things I've said to you To all the brand new and the nerves I rise and set around you ever since Wishing everything was mine and yours It's a slow unrolling gaining force each time And avalanching into every day's dreams I wasn't ready to admit it, but now I couldn't have designed you better I can't help but concentrate on How perfect you are Because you remind me of everything good And the tone of your voice can level me out I think about you coming like a flash of lightning I think about you changing my mind I would have never given in except over you You overrule me with any effortless laughter At the first sign he will be that kind of starry eyed forever I will sign away my everything, and venture into that wild.

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slow down something i’m not good at lately i’d rather not yes i’m caught yackety ******** a paralyzing something avalanching from mouths (our only exercise of the day) too hateful to be called wor- the gorgeous ambiguity of oxblood i almost forgot my love for discussion but when your insides break and people well they can’t see internal bleeding yes, i’m sure you can all relate like that one time you didn’t get lead and he shared his blunt with the miniskirt instead of you. but when the air quite literally escapes you and you don’t have a moment to reach out and scream from the pain fight fight like hell for someone else’s life stop the bleeding you can’t see before it floods the brain and drowns his nervous system and you leave him terrified you were too late.

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Dec 13, 2015

Dec 13, 2015 at 5:10 PM UTC

aliciad

when someone needs your verse

slow down something i’m not good at lately i’d rather not yes i’m caught yackety ******** a paralyzing something avalanching from mouths (our only exercise of the day) too hateful to be called wor- the gorgeous ambiguity of oxblood i almost forgot my love for discussion but when your insides break and people well they can’t see internal bleeding yes, i’m sure you can all relate like that one time you didn’t get lead and he shared his blunt with the miniskirt instead of you. but when the air quite literally escapes you and you don’t have a moment to reach out and scream from the pain fight fight like hell for someone else’s life stop the bleeding you can’t see before it floods the brain and drowns his nervous system and you leave him terrified you were too late.

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