"chouse" poems - Hello Poetry

I sat alone, questioning and wondering. disguised a slothful i sat . days slipped, so the rain and thundering. I sat alone, questioning and wondering, is that all we made of? Lies, greed and of chouse love? of killing kinds for no reason? of black desires and of nurturing treason? I sat alone, questioning and wondering. why can't we all stand on the same bench? I sat, wondering.

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Jun 28, 2014

Jun 28, 2014 at 11:31 AM UTC

anurag

Ravelled...

I sat alone, questioning and wondering. disguised a slothful i sat . days slipped, so the rain and thundering. I sat alone, questioning and wondering, is that all we made of? Lies, greed and of chouse love? of killing kinds for no reason? of black desires and of nurturing treason? I sat alone, questioning and wondering. why can't we all stand on the same bench? I sat, wondering.

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I see you every time I pass a place of old memories. My eyes try to blink away the tears His love was treachery A ****** up affair The scent of you Earth and musk Lingers in the breeze Dawn to dusk I taste you On the tip of my tongue (It’s kind of like a tattoo) At the back of my throat (God, we were young) Your hands traveled Down a lace thong Unraveled my heart Along with a black bra I still hear your voice Sighing words into my skin Ringing alarm bells in my ears Divulging secrets to my eager grin My eyes have been overcast since the day you left Reminders burned into my fovea centralis (birthdays, favorite cigarettes, us undressed) My sclera turned into translucent glass All I hear is relentless noise Or mindless buzzing All I taste is alfalfa sprouts and chouse I catch your cologne Performing ballet in my clothes (I should have known) You always enjoyed Feeling the drumming of my empty heart Pumping blood to five senses that dance To the beat of broken abstract art

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Jan 20, 2018

Jan 20, 2018 at 4:13 AM UTC

tsunami

You Never Really Left (My Senses)

I see you every time I pass a place of old memories. My eyes try to blink away the tears His love was treachery A ****** up affair The scent of you Earth and musk Lingers in the breeze Dawn to dusk I taste you On the tip of my tongue (It’s kind of like a tattoo) At the back of my throat (God, we were young) Your hands traveled Down a lace thong Unraveled my heart Along with a black bra I still hear your voice Sighing words into my skin Ringing alarm bells in my ears Divulging secrets to my eager grin My eyes have been overcast since the day you left Reminders burned into my fovea centralis (birthdays, favorite cigarettes, us undressed) My sclera turned into translucent glass All I hear is relentless noise Or mindless buzzing All I taste is alfalfa sprouts and chouse I catch your cologne Performing ballet in my clothes (I should have known) You always enjoyed Feeling the drumming of my empty heart Pumping blood to five senses that dance To the beat of broken abstract art

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A smile is the sun emerging from grey cloud, the aroma of baked bun, that wafts through street 'n crowd, as splendid as tawny fox, lounging lazy, loud 'n proud, as sky of equinox after rain of stormy cloud, as the cool wind on the rocks of cliff 'fore climber's truckle, as the scent of perfum'd phlox, of sweet Jasmine 'n Honeysuckle, so why let a black mood chouse you out of the day when a small smile brightens all and shoos the cobwebs away, a person is as person does, it's not the thoughts that make us, it's what we choose to make us buzz that can build or break us.

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May 24, 2021

May 24, 2021 at 5:02 AM UTC

david-r

Look Happy

A smile is the sun emerging from grey cloud, the aroma of baked bun, that wafts through street 'n crowd, as splendid as tawny fox, lounging lazy, loud 'n proud, as sky of equinox after rain of stormy cloud, as the cool wind on the rocks of cliff 'fore climber's truckle, as the scent of perfum'd phlox, of sweet Jasmine 'n Honeysuckle, so why let a black mood chouse you out of the day when a small smile brightens all and shoos the cobwebs away, a person is as person does, it's not the thoughts that make us, it's what we choose to make us buzz that can build or break us.

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