"colossally" poems - Hello Poetry

I'm nervous. Like really nervous. Like shaking like a blender full of gravel nervous. Like atheist in a foxhole nervous. Why am I so nervous? Because I have a nagging thought that soon I might just be the last-next-best-thing that ever happened to you, Replaced by another, better next-best-thing that blows me out of the water. Because you might decide I don't have what you really REALLY want. Because at the end of the day, I'm still convinced that your attraction to me is the product of an elaborate facade. So yeah. I'm nervous. Like sweating fifty caliber bullets nervous. Like ******** cinderblocks nervous. Like chattering teeth cold sweats nervous. Like dying young nervous. Like being forgotten nervous. And it makes me nervous that you put me on a pedestal Because from where I stand, I didn't do anything to deserve this I got drunk at a party and picked up a guitar and here we are almost a year later. So I'm anxious I'm distressed I'm worried and jumpy But most of all I'm nervous Nervous because I think You might one day figure out what I already know: I'm not that great. I'm lanky and goofy and kinda dumb sometimes And I can be just as petty as everyone else And I'm still pretty convinced you're colossally out of my league So I'm nervous Like shake-you-to-your-fucking-core nervous Like really nervous.

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Oct 24, 2013

Oct 24, 2013 at 1:19 AM UTC

j-c-lucas

Nervous

I'm nervous. Like really nervous. Like shaking like a blender full of gravel nervous. Like atheist in a foxhole nervous. Why am I so nervous? Because I have a nagging thought that soon I might just be the last-next-best-thing that ever happened to you, Replaced by another, better next-best-thing that blows me out of the water. Because you might decide I don't have what you really REALLY want. Because at the end of the day, I'm still convinced that your attraction to me is the product of an elaborate facade. So yeah. I'm nervous. Like sweating fifty caliber bullets nervous. Like ******** cinderblocks nervous. Like chattering teeth cold sweats nervous. Like dying young nervous. Like being forgotten nervous. And it makes me nervous that you put me on a pedestal Because from where I stand, I didn't do anything to deserve this I got drunk at a party and picked up a guitar and here we are almost a year later. So I'm anxious I'm distressed I'm worried and jumpy But most of all I'm nervous Nervous because I think You might one day figure out what I already know: I'm not that great. I'm lanky and goofy and kinda dumb sometimes And I can be just as petty as everyone else And I'm still pretty convinced you're colossally out of my league So I'm nervous Like shake-you-to-your-fucking-core nervous Like really nervous.

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We have a sizable job before us poets the serpent used a poem so sweet and subtle Eve's swoon was akin to Elvis' adolescent entourage lyrics that could talk you into wanting to know more about how to talk using lyrics that could talk you into wanting to know more about how to talk using more of a language that operates the mind, that speaks to will itself. and Adam, like the Junior High sympathetic, waiting by the phone wondering what she does when she's out of sight, finding them in the clearing smiling with casual familiarity only to say, 'Oh, hey, where have you been, care to meet my new friend?' and He, obliging since he already knows that what she likes, He ought to find well and good, enjoys a chat and a snack with this beguiling stranger who seems so learned and worldly. our duty to redeem the artifice, to turn the mechanics into a tool for what will come to be understood as good, the aesthetic that governs, where the dust in the creekbed shuffles similarly to a star devoured by gravity, light in the dewdrop with the fragrance off the petal, the song and the wing together in the tree, the telling of a tale in weight and measure, brushstroke and letter, the definable math, the falsely fathomable organic randomness, precisely ambiguous, colossally specific, superficially profound, is tasked with using the design, generating every nomenclature through metaphoric action, the most real thing, the underpinning, the scaffold, the Tao.

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Feb 5, 2013

Feb 5, 2013 at 1:23 PM UTC

clyde-yulassetar-wiggin

[untitled]

We have a sizable job before us poets the serpent used a poem so sweet and subtle Eve's swoon was akin to Elvis' adolescent entourage lyrics that could talk you into wanting to know more about how to talk using lyrics that could talk you into wanting to know more about how to talk using more of a language that operates the mind, that speaks to will itself. and Adam, like the Junior High sympathetic, waiting by the phone wondering what she does when she's out of sight, finding them in the clearing smiling with casual familiarity only to say, 'Oh, hey, where have you been, care to meet my new friend?' and He, obliging since he already knows that what she likes, He ought to find well and good, enjoys a chat and a snack with this beguiling stranger who seems so learned and worldly. our duty to redeem the artifice, to turn the mechanics into a tool for what will come to be understood as good, the aesthetic that governs, where the dust in the creekbed shuffles similarly to a star devoured by gravity, light in the dewdrop with the fragrance off the petal, the song and the wing together in the tree, the telling of a tale in weight and measure, brushstroke and letter, the definable math, the falsely fathomable organic randomness, precisely ambiguous, colossally specific, superficially profound, is tasked with using the design, generating every nomenclature through metaphoric action, the most real thing, the underpinning, the scaffold, the Tao.

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i'm in an abyss a hopeless sea my tiny vines have escaped me they reach to strangle they reach to be their reaches fail colossally weeping grapes surpass their will and release a stream that overfills it kills the natives it kills their foes their drowning bearings decompose the matter fills the deepened gorge the water slowly is absorbed i struggle to refrain my sick remains from losing what i must sustain

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Aug 18, 2015

Aug 18, 2015 at 11:12 PM UTC

sam-h

hypothetical aquatic phlanges

i'm in an abyss a hopeless sea my tiny vines have escaped me they reach to strangle they reach to be their reaches fail colossally weeping grapes surpass their will and release a stream that overfills it kills the natives it kills their foes their drowning bearings decompose the matter fills the deepened gorge the water slowly is absorbed i struggle to refrain my sick remains from losing what i must sustain

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The feelings are both happy and sad So I am writing again on my pad Those things that were colossally bad How I wish I was that rad He just cheated on me It was too late to see So I went to the sea To think and have a cup of tea I didn't say anything but my heart wanted to sing the promise of a ring and the moments it bring "It's the end", I said. "Please, stay" He led. "It's getting dark. I wanna follow you but I won't. I'll be safe here. You broke me yet in the end, heart reigned." Words that I should have left unsaid. He implausibly said "All I can do is cry on my bed"

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May 24, 2015

May 24, 2015 at 6:15 AM UTC

acdacillo

21st of April, 2015

The feelings are both happy and sad So I am writing again on my pad Those things that were colossally bad How I wish I was that rad He just cheated on me It was too late to see So I went to the sea To think and have a cup of tea I didn't say anything but my heart wanted to sing the promise of a ring and the moments it bring "It's the end", I said. "Please, stay" He led. "It's getting dark. I wanna follow you but I won't. I'll be safe here. You broke me yet in the end, heart reigned." Words that I should have left unsaid. He implausibly said "All I can do is cry on my bed"

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I looked up at the eye of heaven And was gifted with some happy rays of shine Radiant beauty she is I smile as I witness her blazing glory She exists with perennial power Vast and vermilion Don’t look into her eyes For her splendor is too ethereal Fierce as a warrior, a halo surrounds her Her sweltering touch on my skin Cancerous and deadly But she is colossally exquisite

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Apr 24, 2019

Apr 24, 2019 at 2:33 PM UTC

Samantha90

Daylight

I looked up at the eye of heaven And was gifted with some happy rays of shine Radiant beauty she is I smile as I witness her blazing glory She exists with perennial power Vast and vermilion Don’t look into her eyes For her splendor is too ethereal Fierce as a warrior, a halo surrounds her Her sweltering touch on my skin Cancerous and deadly But she is colossally exquisite

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Un-tampered pride its growth inevitably radiant Genius-ful mind soon to be colossally extolled

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Dec 3, 2019

Dec 3, 2019 at 3:08 AM UTC

Yuen8th

Recognise

Un-tampered pride its growth inevitably radiant Genius-ful mind soon to be colossally extolled

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Up at night and writing What else can I do? She's a schizophrenic Pondicherry Zoo Father Greeley was a fighter Chicago's Irish eyes Told the truth about Iraq George W. Lies I've been to Arizona Rode the Tucson Train Somewhere Across the Border Is the Purple Rain She's also colossally selfish Now I'm 55 Not doing very well But grateful to be alive I've ...

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Oct 22, 2024

Oct 22, 2024 at 2:24 AM UTC

myqualyxians

Untitled

Up at night and writing What else can I do? She's a schizophrenic Pondicherry Zoo Father Greeley was a fighter Chicago's Irish eyes Told the truth about Iraq George W. Lies I've been to Arizona Rode the Tucson Train Somewhere Across the Border Is the Purple Rain She's also colossally selfish Now I'm 55 Not doing very well But grateful to be alive I've ...

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