"bucketlist" poems - Hello Poetry

1. Go a whole day talking in a western accent 2. write a 5 hour song 3. learn the rapping in "Empire State of Mind" and "Run this Town" 4. Go on a 3 month road trip on a Harley Davidson with only me, my guitar, what I'm wearing, the Harley, and the road 5. learn how to speak Hungarian, Greek, Latin, Hawaiian, Italian, Finnish, and Spanish, maybe some others 6. write a book 7. learn about Native American mythology and rituals 8. Learn how to survive on my own by making my clothing, food, supplies, tools, fire, and shelter 9. Build a yurt up in the mountains to live with wolves 10. Do a hang 10 on a surf board 11. ride a horse with wild horses 12. Paint a scenic picture 13. Protest for anything the government is against 14. Go to Europe and study art 15. Go on a train trip in Europe 16. Go to the Middle East and talk to woman about their rights 17. Go to Israel and West Bank and spray paint on both sides of the wall 18. go paragliding 19. Get or get close to winning a Nobel Peace prize 20. Help out at an orphanage 21. Learn sign language 22. go to help kids with cancer 23. Learn to play roque 24. live one year outside without spending 1 night inside 25. make a cook book 26. teach a African kid to read in English 27. Become a better poet 28. grant 28 people's biggest dreams (This will be ongoing)

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Apr 21, 2010

Apr 21, 2010 at 3:37 PM UTC

alexa-sz

MY bucketlist

1. Go a whole day talking in a western accent 2. write a 5 hour song 3. learn the rapping in "Empire State of Mind" and "Run this Town" 4. Go on a 3 month road trip on a Harley Davidson with only me, my guitar, what I'm wearing, the Harley, and the road 5. learn how to speak Hungarian, Greek, Latin, Hawaiian, Italian, Finnish, and Spanish, maybe some others 6. write a book 7. learn about Native American mythology and rituals 8. Learn how to survive on my own by making my clothing, food, supplies, tools, fire, and shelter 9. Build a yurt up in the mountains to live with wolves 10. Do a hang 10 on a surf board 11. ride a horse with wild horses 12. Paint a scenic picture 13. Protest for anything the government is against 14. Go to Europe and study art 15. Go on a train trip in Europe 16. Go to the Middle East and talk to woman about their rights 17. Go to Israel and West Bank and spray paint on both sides of the wall 18. go paragliding 19. Get or get close to winning a Nobel Peace prize 20. Help out at an orphanage 21. Learn sign language 22. go to help kids with cancer 23. Learn to play roque 24. live one year outside without spending 1 night inside 25. make a cook book 26. teach a African kid to read in English 27. Become a better poet 28. grant 28 people's biggest dreams (This will be ongoing)

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what i want: to hear your heartbeat, to feel your heart beat, to touch your heart—

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Jul 8, 2016

Jul 8, 2016 at 2:07 AM UTC

kylie-4

bucketlist

what i want: to hear your heartbeat, to feel your heart beat, to touch your heart—

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It's strange how I could fit so much in a shoebox. A shoebox made for a pair. There is this specific shoebox I have tucked underneath my folding bed. A relatively new one, with its glossy lid and blunt corners. I can name its contents by heart. A letter dated September 27. Two pairs of tickets to movies. A priceless photo of you as a kid on horseback. Six receipts I managed to save from places where we've shown our true colors. Nine bus tickets. One valentine's card with a doodle I'd frame in the Louvre for everyone to appreciate. A list that says ten things but actually has twenty. My favorite one being "I love that you love me. I cannot even." Two poems. Five photographs of us, two of you, one stolen, most with teeth, some wacky. An ice cream tin. I can still taste the pistachio and see our smiles while we shared and fought over who gets the tin. A notebook holding a sacred bucketlist, boxes unticked. This box is small, but it keeps a lot more than that. It cradles a semi-epic backstory. It possesses a playlist inaudible to all, except for two people. It confines a few arguments, little squabbles, and maybe a tiny bit of resentment. More than that, it is abundant in affection, concern, last-minute cuddles, kisses given and taken. I won't deny it, I'm a sentimental person. I've been keeping and snatching little parts of you and placing them in plain sight around me. Where I can see them, see you, when I flip through my books or open my wallet for change. But now you're gone, hidden from view. Diminished inside four corners, right under where I sleep at night to forget you. It's strange how I could fit so much in a shoebox. This shoebox I made just for you and I.

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Mar 8, 2017

Mar 8, 2017 at 8:24 AM UTC

ishanatsu

Maudlin

It's strange how I could fit so much in a shoebox. A shoebox made for a pair. There is this specific shoebox I have tucked underneath my folding bed. A relatively new one, with its glossy lid and blunt corners. I can name its contents by heart. A letter dated September 27. Two pairs of tickets to movies. A priceless photo of you as a kid on horseback. Six receipts I managed to save from places where we've shown our true colors. Nine bus tickets. One valentine's card with a doodle I'd frame in the Louvre for everyone to appreciate. A list that says ten things but actually has twenty. My favorite one being "I love that you love me. I cannot even." Two poems. Five photographs of us, two of you, one stolen, most with teeth, some wacky. An ice cream tin. I can still taste the pistachio and see our smiles while we shared and fought over who gets the tin. A notebook holding a sacred bucketlist, boxes unticked. This box is small, but it keeps a lot more than that. It cradles a semi-epic backstory. It possesses a playlist inaudible to all, except for two people. It confines a few arguments, little squabbles, and maybe a tiny bit of resentment. More than that, it is abundant in affection, concern, last-minute cuddles, kisses given and taken. I won't deny it, I'm a sentimental person. I've been keeping and snatching little parts of you and placing them in plain sight around me. Where I can see them, see you, when I flip through my books or open my wallet for change. But now you're gone, hidden from view. Diminished inside four corners, right under where I sleep at night to forget you. It's strange how I could fit so much in a shoebox. This shoebox I made just for you and I.

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*** bestemte sig for, at før *** døde ville *** være nogens yndlings gemmested. Det sted hvor de kunne gemme det de vidste de manglede for at kunne overleve, hver hemmelighed, hver ensomhed, hver nervøs bøn, og være absolut sikker på at *** ville beskytte det. *** ville beskytte det

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Jul 3, 2016

Jul 3, 2016 at 4:29 PM UTC

AmalieS

bucketlist

*** bestemte sig for, at før *** døde ville *** være nogens yndlings gemmested. Det sted hvor de kunne gemme det de vidste de manglede for at kunne overleve, hver hemmelighed, hver ensomhed, hver nervøs bøn, og være absolut sikker på at *** ville beskytte det. *** ville beskytte det

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• to stop giving away the very things that i need if my agonizing stomach is empty i should be putting food in it instead of baking cupcakes for everyone else. i am hungry for something i haven't witnessed anyone give away, throw away, erase my pain.

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Jan 10, 2018

Jan 10, 2018 at 5:27 AM UTC

mcvicxr

bucketlist

• to stop giving away the very things that i need if my agonizing stomach is empty i should be putting food in it instead of baking cupcakes for everyone else. i am hungry for something i haven't witnessed anyone give away, throw away, erase my pain.

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dense conversations after 3am waking up at 9 to continue the same dialogue small talks useless talks smiling at the littlest things and laughing at the silliest jokes hugs and kisses secretly holding hands hotels and lodges fancy restaurants cinema backseats a 4-cheese whopper disneyland that silly bucketlist that never gets filled---- regrets achievements happiness nostalgia melancholy missing each other only a few days apart missing one over the other... condescension pride and humility misunderstanding sadness tears blurring vision slowly turning anger quickly turning hate pretty soon turning against each other first apologies...second apologies...third apologies...fourth apologies...fifth...sixth... et cetera and forgivess covered by more hate---- and absolution... for only minutes... before pain. and pain and pain and pain and pain and pain and pain et cetera tears sobs weeps goodbye.

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Jun 5, 2018

Jun 5, 2018 at 7:41 PM UTC

fake_ian--G1100

things we call love

dense conversations after 3am waking up at 9 to continue the same dialogue small talks useless talks smiling at the littlest things and laughing at the silliest jokes hugs and kisses secretly holding hands hotels and lodges fancy restaurants cinema backseats a 4-cheese whopper disneyland that silly bucketlist that never gets filled---- regrets achievements happiness nostalgia melancholy missing each other only a few days apart missing one over the other... condescension pride and humility misunderstanding sadness tears blurring vision slowly turning anger quickly turning hate pretty soon turning against each other first apologies...second apologies...third apologies...fourth apologies...fifth...sixth... et cetera and forgivess covered by more hate---- and absolution... for only minutes... before pain. and pain and pain and pain and pain and pain and pain et cetera tears sobs weeps goodbye.

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