"concourses" poems - Hello Poetry

the cherry blossom accord/equation ”perfumers use aromachemicals to recreate a cherry blossom accord...(an accord is a scent made up of individual aromachemicals, that when combined, create a harmonious blend where none of the individual ingredients are able to be detected on their own).” the odor of our lustful eyes, the sweat, a unique commingling, a sheen of salted oils body bathing, crushed green petals of peaches, crumbled together with the softy fuzz shavings, the sediment of aromatic fruit juices drippings our blending bottled in our brains, none other would recognize but we, to too two smell each other through and over floors, concourses, cities, disparate distances our ingredients secreted (secret), our flavors cell secreted (secreting) the world’s silly tittering aroma inserted, our sparking fingertips touching add a bush burning burnt odiferous we seat across from each other in an airport plastic restaraunt and everyone asks out loudly, what is that smell, feed me that, taste me that, as we are irradiating the atmosphere, as we renegotiate our cherry blossom accord, fresh signatures, updated, harmony of harmonies, notarized she smiles, I joke, winking, we must continue to meet like this, the fireworks of we, of us, to-gather to-gether, a getting of giving, she answers: *take me home and bathe me in love, give our bodies shelter from the world outside, beside a new spice have I uncovered, this will require some discussion+exploration, the quantity to be added, the when, and the how!* what is this new ingredient? asking puzzled and aroused, she laughs (a spice already included), why it’s called only love poetry 8/23/19 4:55pm

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Aug 23, 2019

Aug 23, 2019 at 5:06 PM UTC

onlylovepoetry

the cherry blossom accord/equation

the cherry blossom accord/equation ”perfumers use aromachemicals to recreate a cherry blossom accord...(an accord is a scent made up of individual aromachemicals, that when combined, create a harmonious blend where none of the individual ingredients are able to be detected on their own).” the odor of our lustful eyes, the sweat, a unique commingling, a sheen of salted oils body bathing, crushed green petals of peaches, crumbled together with the softy fuzz shavings, the sediment of aromatic fruit juices drippings our blending bottled in our brains, none other would recognize but we, to too two smell each other through and over floors, concourses, cities, disparate distances our ingredients secreted (secret), our flavors cell secreted (secreting) the world’s silly tittering aroma inserted, our sparking fingertips touching add a bush burning burnt odiferous we seat across from each other in an airport plastic restaraunt and everyone asks out loudly, what is that smell, feed me that, taste me that, as we are irradiating the atmosphere, as we renegotiate our cherry blossom accord, fresh signatures, updated, harmony of harmonies, notarized she smiles, I joke, winking, we must continue to meet like this, the fireworks of we, of us, to-gather to-gether, a getting of giving, she answers: *take me home and bathe me in love, give our bodies shelter from the world outside, beside a new spice have I uncovered, this will require some discussion+exploration, the quantity to be added, the when, and the how!* what is this new ingredient? asking puzzled and aroused, she laughs (a spice already included), why it’s called only love poetry 8/23/19 4:55pm

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I awoke to missing you again. That's the 5th time this week and it's Thursday. I don't know how im supposed to not miss you. I envision us in the future. I envision us walking hand In hand down life in some great ******** fashion or parade of pomp and maybe due to my gross negligence I can't see the irony in this false envisioning. But darling I can't help myself. Your eyes shine like new hope on the horizon of some luckless shipwrecked sailors desperately clawing their way to shore. You light up my life like a lighthouse guiding my boat to port in the darkest of days. Your smile is the story old sailors tell harkening back to odysseys when wars were fought over women like you. As if the beat of your heart is reminiscent to the beat of war drums of colossal armies leading insurrections against the turn of your tide. And that laugh. Concourses of angels could hardly sing such a sweeter melody. Your voice when you sing is a sweet symphony. And never has there been something so soothing or melodious. Your soul intertwines with mine as we surf the cosmos. As we push off, into this existential race for meaning, I've found mine in you. Your smile lights up galaxies. Your eyes shine like quasars. You are my galaxy. I envision myself wrapped up in your stardust when I kiss you. When we kiss it feels as though the enigmatic force of two lovers ripping into each other is nothing compared to the colossal crash of never ceasing emotional duress into the sea of our salvation that I find in your lips. For you, my darling, love is our salvation.

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Jul 2, 2017

Jul 2, 2017 at 10:45 PM UTC

chris-miner

My own fault

I awoke to missing you again. That's the 5th time this week and it's Thursday. I don't know how im supposed to not miss you. I envision us in the future. I envision us walking hand In hand down life in some great ******** fashion or parade of pomp and maybe due to my gross negligence I can't see the irony in this false envisioning. But darling I can't help myself. Your eyes shine like new hope on the horizon of some luckless shipwrecked sailors desperately clawing their way to shore. You light up my life like a lighthouse guiding my boat to port in the darkest of days. Your smile is the story old sailors tell harkening back to odysseys when wars were fought over women like you. As if the beat of your heart is reminiscent to the beat of war drums of colossal armies leading insurrections against the turn of your tide. And that laugh. Concourses of angels could hardly sing such a sweeter melody. Your voice when you sing is a sweet symphony. And never has there been something so soothing or melodious. Your soul intertwines with mine as we surf the cosmos. As we push off, into this existential race for meaning, I've found mine in you. Your smile lights up galaxies. Your eyes shine like quasars. You are my galaxy. I envision myself wrapped up in your stardust when I kiss you. When we kiss it feels as though the enigmatic force of two lovers ripping into each other is nothing compared to the colossal crash of never ceasing emotional duress into the sea of our salvation that I find in your lips. For you, my darling, love is our salvation.

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Sally sashayed straight to her man's source Overhead, their song played on with force Like jockeys in a saddle Two lovers rage a battle That madly left their concourses hoarse Logan Robertson 9/07/2019

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Sep 7, 2019

Sep 7, 2019 at 12:28 PM UTC

logan-robertson

Sally's a Rendezvous Limerick

Sally sashayed straight to her man's source Overhead, their song played on with force Like jockeys in a saddle Two lovers rage a battle That madly left their concourses hoarse Logan Robertson 9/07/2019

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In the stratosphere of your planet I circle you waiting for a reply Floating in your orbit Thinking this heart you might deny. We pass each other slowly Eclipse, you came to late I can't grasp onto your gravity My life has a different fate. Let's travel this journey together In parallel universes Binding our lives forever through mutual concourses. The starlight of your soul Connecting with my heart. We can make this darkness light We can make a brand new start.

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Oct 2, 2017

Oct 2, 2017 at 2:09 AM UTC

artistry

Starlight of Your Soul

In the stratosphere of your planet I circle you waiting for a reply Floating in your orbit Thinking this heart you might deny. We pass each other slowly Eclipse, you came to late I can't grasp onto your gravity My life has a different fate. Let's travel this journey together In parallel universes Binding our lives forever through mutual concourses. The starlight of your soul Connecting with my heart. We can make this darkness light We can make a brand new start.

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The Fog and fire... fruitful mire. The pit maligned. Who and why? Wait and cry.... When and where? Everywhere.... But what a beauty, cause, and duty to define or be defined. Thick in fog of pain.... An Abel of Cain. Silent shrieking.... Darkened night.... Daunted fright.... Failure great? Rise and wait? To make misery, or parody of horrors of the conscience? Ever searing flames.... Our purpose it claims, scalding to the core.... Rips and tears.... Silent tears.... Scorching heat.... Claim defeat? Surrender purpose, and concourses of able liberations? The fog and fire.... Fruitful mire. Rich in power. Fall or fly? Live or die? Fear or dare? Choice or snare? The fog and fire ne’er desire to define or be defined!

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Jan 10, 2018

Jan 10, 2018 at 3:04 PM UTC

chris-schleier-jr

The Fruitful Mire

The Fog and fire... fruitful mire. The pit maligned. Who and why? Wait and cry.... When and where? Everywhere.... But what a beauty, cause, and duty to define or be defined. Thick in fog of pain.... An Abel of Cain. Silent shrieking.... Darkened night.... Daunted fright.... Failure great? Rise and wait? To make misery, or parody of horrors of the conscience? Ever searing flames.... Our purpose it claims, scalding to the core.... Rips and tears.... Silent tears.... Scorching heat.... Claim defeat? Surrender purpose, and concourses of able liberations? The fog and fire.... Fruitful mire. Rich in power. Fall or fly? Live or die? Fear or dare? Choice or snare? The fog and fire ne’er desire to define or be defined!

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