"blak" poems - Hello Poetry

the sea grabbed bodies, theirs and mine flaming foaming tendrils ahold of the drifting timber trying to keep gripping, hanging holding high salt stripped throat shouting Unhand Me, Body- You'll not have us tonight, but the sea made belly sounds, bleeding even the pilot, head slipping to the murk my blood the envy, finally fell out inside and I sank to the floor with the timber and rope-the final moments of vision the setting horison the eye and perhaps an illusion; not-blak sails drifting steady my head vapor shroud eating the sun I fell into the lap of my love, my Mathilda- royalty to seakelp and fog looking on both irises jupiter and mars and thanking the stars furyos vixens above and she stood and she smiled not-blak sails- I admired her silver linen train but a din like desperate men shouting loosed me from my vision; they had seen the sails and all surrounding the lot tantalus's envy the pilot's hands raving Not today! Not today! They feared hotel raft a permanent lodging, jumping, frightened, killing themselves their poor salt-seasoned hearts drifting again more than them no signal observing the sails flurrying trumpets it might see us-it might, it might!

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Oct 3, 2015

Oct 3, 2015 at 4:21 PM UTC

john-shamus-canton

Sails Across

the sea grabbed bodies, theirs and mine flaming foaming tendrils ahold of the drifting timber trying to keep gripping, hanging holding high salt stripped throat shouting Unhand Me, Body- You'll not have us tonight, but the sea made belly sounds, bleeding even the pilot, head slipping to the murk my blood the envy, finally fell out inside and I sank to the floor with the timber and rope-the final moments of vision the setting horison the eye and perhaps an illusion; not-blak sails drifting steady my head vapor shroud eating the sun I fell into the lap of my love, my Mathilda- royalty to seakelp and fog looking on both irises jupiter and mars and thanking the stars furyos vixens above and she stood and she smiled not-blak sails- I admired her silver linen train but a din like desperate men shouting loosed me from my vision; they had seen the sails and all surrounding the lot tantalus's envy the pilot's hands raving Not today! Not today! They feared hotel raft a permanent lodging, jumping, frightened, killing themselves their poor salt-seasoned hearts drifting again more than them no signal observing the sails flurrying trumpets it might see us-it might, it might!

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You say those other women don’t matter, that they’re in your past. It doesn’t matter. I’m like you in that sense, I want to know, and then again, I don’t. All I can see is that you were with them first. Each of them stealing a bit of you from me, marring your surface. They left you with scars I can’t mend. It’s too late for that. The wounds have already scabbed over, been picked at, and faded into ghostly white scars. All I could do was try and pull you from the water you were struggling to keep your head above. My grip slipped once, and I let you fall back into the blak glass of water. That makes me one of them, like them. Then I dove in after you, pulling you from the bottom and towards the surface. I didn’t make it though, I got confused about up and down and left and right. My lungs were throbbing, throat begging me to take a breath. I opened my eyes then, and found yours. Blue meeting green in the black abyss. Then suddenly, you kicked, propelling us towards the surface. We broke together, rippling the dark water. Gasping for air. Filling our lungs with precious gas. Then they’re there again, picking at my brain with their writing and their text messages. They smiling knowingly, whispering in my ear, “You’re just like us,” over and over. Until my throat tightens and my eyes burn, glowing green. They make me doubt you, but even more so, doubt myself. Am I enough? Pretty enough, smart enough, different enough. I hope so, because no matter how many times you say it, or how far we swim, they’re still there whispering across the abyss.

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Sep 15, 2010

Sep 15, 2010 at 11:06 AM UTC

l-e-dow

Doubt

You say those other women don’t matter, that they’re in your past. It doesn’t matter. I’m like you in that sense, I want to know, and then again, I don’t. All I can see is that you were with them first. Each of them stealing a bit of you from me, marring your surface. They left you with scars I can’t mend. It’s too late for that. The wounds have already scabbed over, been picked at, and faded into ghostly white scars. All I could do was try and pull you from the water you were struggling to keep your head above. My grip slipped once, and I let you fall back into the blak glass of water. That makes me one of them, like them. Then I dove in after you, pulling you from the bottom and towards the surface. I didn’t make it though, I got confused about up and down and left and right. My lungs were throbbing, throat begging me to take a breath. I opened my eyes then, and found yours. Blue meeting green in the black abyss. Then suddenly, you kicked, propelling us towards the surface. We broke together, rippling the dark water. Gasping for air. Filling our lungs with precious gas. Then they’re there again, picking at my brain with their writing and their text messages. They smiling knowingly, whispering in my ear, “You’re just like us,” over and over. Until my throat tightens and my eyes burn, glowing green. They make me doubt you, but even more so, doubt myself. Am I enough? Pretty enough, smart enough, different enough. I hope so, because no matter how many times you say it, or how far we swim, they’re still there whispering across the abyss.

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Midnight dresses her body I can't spell her my name let me let me touch her body the waves of my confusion i'm reaching for a silhouette hand shaking a light from the black ceiling sky blinding we r all lost in this hole in the wall in the void of los angeles or some imitation citytown in the middle of nowhere is where the heart is Nowhere this blackness everywhere the blak and white liquor poseters this red couch the spotlight blinding I want I want oh midnight dresses her body my hand quivering to know or lose adulthood the spotlight on me her silhouette the taste of death &right; when I touch She's gone 4/7/11

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Apr 8, 2011

Apr 8, 2011 at 8:35 AM UTC

kate-crash

her midnight

Midnight dresses her body I can't spell her my name let me let me touch her body the waves of my confusion i'm reaching for a silhouette hand shaking a light from the black ceiling sky blinding we r all lost in this hole in the wall in the void of los angeles or some imitation citytown in the middle of nowhere is where the heart is Nowhere this blackness everywhere the blak and white liquor poseters this red couch the spotlight blinding I want I want oh midnight dresses her body my hand quivering to know or lose adulthood the spotlight on me her silhouette the taste of death &right; when I touch She's gone 4/7/11

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The wind rises It catches the leaves, the dust, my shirt And the girl I loved. The tears that fall down Dry with hell burning in my face. CAPS DREAMS GON3 CAPITALISM I SECRETLY ADMIRE ****** SECOND NATURE tiny penises swarm my head myraid growling in the darkness white red blue blak i luv ***** paks i'm dr suess can't hear watermelón running into the Darkness forever. alone. with the watermelón.

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Mar 16, 2014

Mar 16, 2014 at 3:46 PM UTC

roger2

the meadow from a lost childhood

The wind rises It catches the leaves, the dust, my shirt And the girl I loved. The tears that fall down Dry with hell burning in my face. CAPS DREAMS GON3 CAPITALISM I SECRETLY ADMIRE ****** SECOND NATURE tiny penises swarm my head myraid growling in the darkness white red blue blak i luv ***** paks i'm dr suess can't hear watermelón running into the Darkness forever. alone. with the watermelón.

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Serenity slinks through the rafters. Dripping between us we float on memories get drunk off rosepetals eyes outlined in blak and fases framed in kolor shining within spesifik angles. Smiling, your hands karess my liberated heart and split it in two; but we're just sharing a bit of fruit and when it dribbles - just a little- down your lips I know that I will miss you

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Jan 25, 2018

Jan 25, 2018 at 8:40 PM UTC

RustingRoses

I Don't See Why

Serenity slinks through the rafters. Dripping between us we float on memories get drunk off rosepetals eyes outlined in blak and fases framed in kolor shining within spesifik angles. Smiling, your hands karess my liberated heart and split it in two; but we're just sharing a bit of fruit and when it dribbles - just a little- down your lips I know that I will miss you

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And he is the Monster under your bed But when you turn the lights on He isn't afraid He mocks you and your fear With his bitter smile And sour breath He wears a silky garment And his blak hair is slicked back He is conniving and he is silent But his presence Is what scares the children at night He is the one who plants fear Inside their minds And he is the one Who plants fear into your mind He is slithery and watery With no form And no way to catch him He is Evil itself.

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Dec 6, 2013

Dec 6, 2013 at 4:23 AM UTC

lost-girl

Evil

And he is the Monster under your bed But when you turn the lights on He isn't afraid He mocks you and your fear With his bitter smile And sour breath He wears a silky garment And his blak hair is slicked back He is conniving and he is silent But his presence Is what scares the children at night He is the one who plants fear Inside their minds And he is the one Who plants fear into your mind He is slithery and watery With no form And no way to catch him He is Evil itself.

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Shakespear was really A blak lesbian feminist. Don’t believe the HYPE.

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Apr 28, 2019

Apr 28, 2019 at 1:12 PM UTC

connecthook

PROMPT 27

Shakespear was really A blak lesbian feminist. Don’t believe the HYPE.

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every1 wants to p[lay some game so i say okay less play i love you just need them too its family its the truth i love you but u dont need to know the truth i dont really love you i just think i can fix u cant u tell by how there is nothing to talk about when its just us two cant u tell by how i dont give a **** about what your writing about and youll never see my name on your dashboard u tooo slow cant u tell by how i distrust u and sleep, soo much longer that i need too i know **** you pay me or pay u gonna shut u off cold isnt it are u alone **** you know the world is drying dying towel drying no water left **** you feel sorry for your sins **** no **** you repent **** the smiling ***** straightoutof Magdalene hey SATA?N hes not there i been asking god is here but he doesnt ******* care he doesnt ******* care he doesnt ******* care he doesnt ******* care hedoesntfucking care your love is here ask god for a small place to stay away from everyon and everything that made u feel this way he;llll! hellsay hes working so hard preparing a place for your rotting creature pelt to hang above his fireplace u can trust with all the brids that know seeing isnt believing so fat with faith sidestepping windows like theieryer necks were made of neckbraces unable to kneel down andpuke it out fly with them until they remember somethings are invisible and they matter just as well im standing on the edge of the felt the putting green orb u fell onto and melded so u grab your blak crows and fly fly fly ******* hard ******* full force until you fly to ******* hard into it and break your neck and remember before u die that there is nothing to believe in even when you are well there is nothing to be decieved by you were born worthless branded with a dollar sign and yyour holy ghost wont pay the hospital life ur dead because u believed in life birds are dumb+haldf blind im blind but i could see what you were doing with empty sockets or backwards eyes

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Jul 27, 2015

Jul 27, 2015 at 5:01 PM UTC

ourtwobodiesintoonepinkcasket

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every1 wants to p[lay some game so i say okay less play i love you just need them too its family its the truth i love you but u dont need to know the truth i dont really love you i just think i can fix u cant u tell by how there is nothing to talk about when its just us two cant u tell by how i dont give a **** about what your writing about and youll never see my name on your dashboard u tooo slow cant u tell by how i distrust u and sleep, soo much longer that i need too i know **** you pay me or pay u gonna shut u off cold isnt it are u alone **** you know the world is drying dying towel drying no water left **** you feel sorry for your sins **** no **** you repent **** the smiling ***** straightoutof Magdalene hey SATA?N hes not there i been asking god is here but he doesnt ******* care he doesnt ******* care he doesnt ******* care he doesnt ******* care hedoesntfucking care your love is here ask god for a small place to stay away from everyon and everything that made u feel this way he;llll! hellsay hes working so hard preparing a place for your rotting creature pelt to hang above his fireplace u can trust with all the brids that know seeing isnt believing so fat with faith sidestepping windows like theieryer necks were made of neckbraces unable to kneel down andpuke it out fly with them until they remember somethings are invisible and they matter just as well im standing on the edge of the felt the putting green orb u fell onto and melded so u grab your blak crows and fly fly fly ******* hard ******* full force until you fly to ******* hard into it and break your neck and remember before u die that there is nothing to believe in even when you are well there is nothing to be decieved by you were born worthless branded with a dollar sign and yyour holy ghost wont pay the hospital life ur dead because u believed in life birds are dumb+haldf blind im blind but i could see what you were doing with empty sockets or backwards eyes

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_ I've heard fools talking nice, Ruling the state with corrupted minds. I've seen juveniles roiling dice gun pointing each other for a tablet burning their lungs. I've also meet slaying queens who'd romance to likes, and trend with their blak butts exposed to their dad's and mom's. I even wrote poems disputing blunts, mocked the so-called awaken between my lines, But what else It's life we must fix.

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Mar 27, 2019

Mar 27, 2019 at 9:56 AM UTC

Kondlo

Untitled

_ I've heard fools talking nice, Ruling the state with corrupted minds. I've seen juveniles roiling dice gun pointing each other for a tablet burning their lungs. I've also meet slaying queens who'd romance to likes, and trend with their blak butts exposed to their dad's and mom's. I even wrote poems disputing blunts, mocked the so-called awaken between my lines, But what else It's life we must fix.

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