"boardgames" poems - Hello Poetry

I get the hunch that the ashes of kindergarten, Lunchboxes, the national anthem Are floating from the edge of us So many sophomore stars from a cigarette’s tip, Somewhere down the mountain we lost our winter coats And bicycle summers, and plastic sailboats, No puddles and rainboots, or slick soft dogs And paper flowers, captured fish and frogs We try to jump in puddles, and we float Deep-bright and hissing in the city chill Childhood traded for strange soft skin Grumpy cats and boardgames for mixed drinks and casual *** And the cicadas gaily chirping fall away like Fishbowl-helmet astronauts, lost without gravity Mercury, Venus, Youth, Maturity, Jupiter, Saturn We are never kids again, Nor adults until we die wait until the phone rings and the teacher goes inside, under the slide at Recess: you can put your lips on mine

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Mar 5, 2010

Mar 5, 2010 at 11:28 AM UTC

wade-redfearn

The Ash Garden: Youth

I get the hunch that the ashes of kindergarten, Lunchboxes, the national anthem Are floating from the edge of us So many sophomore stars from a cigarette’s tip, Somewhere down the mountain we lost our winter coats And bicycle summers, and plastic sailboats, No puddles and rainboots, or slick soft dogs And paper flowers, captured fish and frogs We try to jump in puddles, and we float Deep-bright and hissing in the city chill Childhood traded for strange soft skin Grumpy cats and boardgames for mixed drinks and casual *** And the cicadas gaily chirping fall away like Fishbowl-helmet astronauts, lost without gravity Mercury, Venus, Youth, Maturity, Jupiter, Saturn We are never kids again, Nor adults until we die wait until the phone rings and the teacher goes inside, under the slide at Recess: you can put your lips on mine

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You were not my first Nor my last But you did the one thing no one else has done You loved me fiercely and let me love you back You loved me in a way I didn’t know was possible, I grew up in a home filled with tight smiles and forced laughter You showed me what made life magical How being loved and loving could transform the world and make it a little less scary You taught me to communicate emotions and how to cry You let me love your parents and have them take me into their hearts You showed me what a family could feel like The days you skipped classes with me so we could lie in your bed and talk, cry and laugh, I felt your love surge through me the most You never got angry that I would just get sad and refuse to eat even though I needed that more than your arms I miss your arms It has been 4 years since we broke up. I have loved and lost some since then But letting you go still haunts me Your eyes, smile and hands still haunt me The memory of boardgames with your brothers, baking with your mother and the sound of your dad playing the saxophone through the house still taunt me late at night. I should not have let you go. I should not have been so afraid of such an intense love. But as you know affection frightens me Your family’s love frightened me So here I am simply reminiscing about the days when I had everything I wanted but couldn’t allow myself to keep it. I still love you.

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Dec 27, 2014

Dec 27, 2014 at 10:26 AM UTC

blank-space

I Miss You

You were not my first Nor my last But you did the one thing no one else has done You loved me fiercely and let me love you back You loved me in a way I didn’t know was possible, I grew up in a home filled with tight smiles and forced laughter You showed me what made life magical How being loved and loving could transform the world and make it a little less scary You taught me to communicate emotions and how to cry You let me love your parents and have them take me into their hearts You showed me what a family could feel like The days you skipped classes with me so we could lie in your bed and talk, cry and laugh, I felt your love surge through me the most You never got angry that I would just get sad and refuse to eat even though I needed that more than your arms I miss your arms It has been 4 years since we broke up. I have loved and lost some since then But letting you go still haunts me Your eyes, smile and hands still haunt me The memory of boardgames with your brothers, baking with your mother and the sound of your dad playing the saxophone through the house still taunt me late at night. I should not have let you go. I should not have been so afraid of such an intense love. But as you know affection frightens me Your family’s love frightened me So here I am simply reminiscing about the days when I had everything I wanted but couldn’t allow myself to keep it. I still love you.

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When I look inside my very own room, I see a room that used to be owned by my older sister. When I look inside my very own room, I see a shelf of some of the toys I have received over the years. When I look inside my very own room, I see a twin sized bed, that I got a couple years ago. When I look inside my very own room, I see a shelf with gobs of my favorite books. When I look inside my very own room, I see a bunch of, sports posters around the wall. When I look inside my very own room, I see a dresser with some very special items on top of it. When I look inside my very own room, I see a closet full of clothes, puzzles, and boardgames. When I look inside my very own room I see a window that I look out of every single day. When I look inside my very own room, I see my very own personality.

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Jan 1, 2019

Jan 1, 2019 at 5:52 PM UTC

There were three floors in my house. three floors all full of my gratitude. The first floor. it held my bedroom. this floor was hours spent gazing from my window seat, it was long warm showers in winter- and making sure I blew out my candle before it could burn down my curtains. My second floor. it belongs to my mother. her kitchen, her T.V, her view of our backyard. she made her tea here, yelled at the news, and watched my brothers play outside. her favorite living room carpet that has now become ashes. Our third floor. the safest. after all, heat rises. it was my father's basement, my brother's bedroom, it's where we watched movies, played boardgames, and shed monopoly's great tears. now it's all that remains. We weren't home when the fire happened. When my candle caught hold of our memories. Maybe I should have seen it coming. I was the one who chose the crisp campfire scent.

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Nov 16, 2020

Nov 16, 2020 at 10:55 AM UTC

isssssz13

the first and last time i'd ever forget

There were three floors in my house. three floors all full of my gratitude. The first floor. it held my bedroom. this floor was hours spent gazing from my window seat, it was long warm showers in winter- and making sure I blew out my candle before it could burn down my curtains. My second floor. it belongs to my mother. her kitchen, her T.V, her view of our backyard. she made her tea here, yelled at the news, and watched my brothers play outside. her favorite living room carpet that has now become ashes. Our third floor. the safest. after all, heat rises. it was my father's basement, my brother's bedroom, it's where we watched movies, played boardgames, and shed monopoly's great tears. now it's all that remains. We weren't home when the fire happened. When my candle caught hold of our memories. Maybe I should have seen it coming. I was the one who chose the crisp campfire scent.

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we love and present on a platter our hearts to the same boys who send **** pics and convince us to get tattoos, the ones who leave one month later leaving scars so deep we only wish they were tattoos we change our minds for and offer ourselves to the boys that play us like the boardgames you pull off the shelves the ones that cheat and roll the dice on what to do with us we fall down and down drown deeper and deeper in love with the boys that wonder if we’re relevant if we’ll boost their coolness level to way high above the ones that give us smiles, shining eyes and words that mean the world to us but nothing to them we would give our worlds away to the boys who make their universe out of stolen hearts and never give but always always always take, the ones that never learned how to love anything except the feeling of being loved.

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Jan 24, 2019

Jan 24, 2019 at 3:21 PM UTC

Shreya6

the boys who

we love and present on a platter our hearts to the same boys who send **** pics and convince us to get tattoos, the ones who leave one month later leaving scars so deep we only wish they were tattoos we change our minds for and offer ourselves to the boys that play us like the boardgames you pull off the shelves the ones that cheat and roll the dice on what to do with us we fall down and down drown deeper and deeper in love with the boys that wonder if we’re relevant if we’ll boost their coolness level to way high above the ones that give us smiles, shining eyes and words that mean the world to us but nothing to them we would give our worlds away to the boys who make their universe out of stolen hearts and never give but always always always take, the ones that never learned how to love anything except the feeling of being loved.

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Empty wine bottles Boardgames Makeup stained sheets Give it a few weeks Our periods sync our hair clogs together in the shower drain We lose track of who's is whos And share laughter clothes and virtue DIY haircuts Phobias Leftovers Milk carton sniffing Living with women We scrape around Recycling Tuesdays Two pound for the bus to town But I like to walk around rents gone up So has life Overpriced Cod and chips Read my lips Pre-drinks so we can afford to go out on the **** Self diagnosis No sleep Sore feet Feed the cat Call me back Borrowed socks All I've got Something always missing Living with women Gratitude expired **** Deliveroo No looroll mid poo Overjoyed Underpaid Petty fights Pilau rice Love of my life what's should we watch tonight? Deadlines Parking fines 2 sugars please Mind at ease But eek those shoes don't go with these Panic attack Midnight snack Summers gone just like that Stick and pokes Just for jokes Long weekends Best friends Manic episode Girl code Sound proof Shortbread Bed head Bad breath Razor blades Lucazade Feng shui Hungover for days Like we're running out of ways keeping entertained for free Bordem beginning Monotonous misery Fomo Comrodory Unnecessary jealously But you bring out the best in me Sloppy secrets Morning mindgames patrol Toilet bowl throw up goal Empowered After hours Talking till it's all said twice 247 advice Ready salted luck you've been given The days you thank **** To know these women

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Feb 22, 2024

Feb 22, 2024 at 2:41 PM UTC

Shevapple

Living with women

Empty wine bottles Boardgames Makeup stained sheets Give it a few weeks Our periods sync our hair clogs together in the shower drain We lose track of who's is whos And share laughter clothes and virtue DIY haircuts Phobias Leftovers Milk carton sniffing Living with women We scrape around Recycling Tuesdays Two pound for the bus to town But I like to walk around rents gone up So has life Overpriced Cod and chips Read my lips Pre-drinks so we can afford to go out on the **** Self diagnosis No sleep Sore feet Feed the cat Call me back Borrowed socks All I've got Something always missing Living with women Gratitude expired **** Deliveroo No looroll mid poo Overjoyed Underpaid Petty fights Pilau rice Love of my life what's should we watch tonight? Deadlines Parking fines 2 sugars please Mind at ease But eek those shoes don't go with these Panic attack Midnight snack Summers gone just like that Stick and pokes Just for jokes Long weekends Best friends Manic episode Girl code Sound proof Shortbread Bed head Bad breath Razor blades Lucazade Feng shui Hungover for days Like we're running out of ways keeping entertained for free Bordem beginning Monotonous misery Fomo Comrodory Unnecessary jealously But you bring out the best in me Sloppy secrets Morning mindgames patrol Toilet bowl throw up goal Empowered After hours Talking till it's all said twice 247 advice Ready salted luck you've been given The days you thank **** To know these women

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