"crasher" poems - Hello Poetry

You almost kissed me, and you shouldn't have. On the gingham tablecloth in the yellow light, you lifted me from the counter top onto my feet putting your hat on my head and tickling my ribs. You know it's my sweet spot, leads straight to my heart if you're gentle enough. I told you to stop and you walked away, eyes lingering on my bare skin between where my top ended on my waist and where my dark denim jeans began to hug my hips. I flipped my hair back around, joining in some conversation too late between a girl drunk on grape juice and a wedding crasher straggler in a forest green flannel with camel cigarettes in the pocket. That's when you came back over and started yelling some story that happened to you the night before. You told it well, the circle captivated, me mesmerized by how blue your eyes stayed all this time without me noticing. You had the whole room laughing with your wit and stupid vernacular, but I was smiling because you looked so beautiful in those drunken honest moments where I recognized the person beneath the banter where I saw you. I was saying my goodbyes to the carhartt boys and their one night girls when you grabbed me by the hand and spun me around like we were dancing, pulled me in by your hand pressed on my shoulder blades the other around my waist I gasped as your lips almost touched mine, but then you looked down at me with those same blue eyes and took a deep breath, slowly letting your hands glide down my back then to your sides. I just stared back at you, wishing you'd forget the logic and put your hands back where they were, tracing your lips with that almost kiss, and I could feel how much you wanted to be in this moment desperately searching for a way to my lips but something stopped us. And I think it was because we knew it would only lead to something messier than where we were at it would be a backwards romance, reversing our ***** footsteps in something we've tried and tried to understand that it never works out the way either of us plans. We were both doing so well, moving on but in that moment we almost gave all that strength up gave into something too tempting and too wrong. Because we can't really stay away from each other all that long. I mean, you almost kissed me and you shouldn't have, but I swear I wish you would have.

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Jan 31, 2013

Jan 31, 2013 at 1:14 PM UTC

sophie-herzing

You Almost Kissed Me

You almost kissed me, and you shouldn't have. On the gingham tablecloth in the yellow light, you lifted me from the counter top onto my feet putting your hat on my head and tickling my ribs. You know it's my sweet spot, leads straight to my heart if you're gentle enough. I told you to stop and you walked away, eyes lingering on my bare skin between where my top ended on my waist and where my dark denim jeans began to hug my hips. I flipped my hair back around, joining in some conversation too late between a girl drunk on grape juice and a wedding crasher straggler in a forest green flannel with camel cigarettes in the pocket. That's when you came back over and started yelling some story that happened to you the night before. You told it well, the circle captivated, me mesmerized by how blue your eyes stayed all this time without me noticing. You had the whole room laughing with your wit and stupid vernacular, but I was smiling because you looked so beautiful in those drunken honest moments where I recognized the person beneath the banter where I saw you. I was saying my goodbyes to the carhartt boys and their one night girls when you grabbed me by the hand and spun me around like we were dancing, pulled me in by your hand pressed on my shoulder blades the other around my waist I gasped as your lips almost touched mine, but then you looked down at me with those same blue eyes and took a deep breath, slowly letting your hands glide down my back then to your sides. I just stared back at you, wishing you'd forget the logic and put your hands back where they were, tracing your lips with that almost kiss, and I could feel how much you wanted to be in this moment desperately searching for a way to my lips but something stopped us. And I think it was because we knew it would only lead to something messier than where we were at it would be a backwards romance, reversing our ***** footsteps in something we've tried and tried to understand that it never works out the way either of us plans. We were both doing so well, moving on but in that moment we almost gave all that strength up gave into something too tempting and too wrong. Because we can't really stay away from each other all that long. I mean, you almost kissed me and you shouldn't have, but I swear I wish you would have.

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Beautiful, soothing, wavy Lover of glancing at the sharks in the no swimming area Who feels thrilled when I ride abwave and see many people watching Who wonders if a shark really mistakes people for seals in the deep, daring, dangerous waters Who fears that one day an octopus will come and its tiny teeth will shred me in half Who would like to bring the Loch ness Monster back to life and be queen of Atlantis Who is able to go scuba diving without getting bit by a lemon shark in its molding, melting, and magnificent lair Who dreams to save the sharks from extinction from the throbbing and clutching fishermen...

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May 23, 2013

May 23, 2013 at 12:13 PM UTC

hurricane21

Wave Crasher

Beautiful, soothing, wavy Lover of glancing at the sharks in the no swimming area Who feels thrilled when I ride abwave and see many people watching Who wonders if a shark really mistakes people for seals in the deep, daring, dangerous waters Who fears that one day an octopus will come and its tiny teeth will shred me in half Who would like to bring the Loch ness Monster back to life and be queen of Atlantis Who is able to go scuba diving without getting bit by a lemon shark in its molding, melting, and magnificent lair Who dreams to save the sharks from extinction from the throbbing and clutching fishermen...

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A maniac is inside our gates putting more words to eat on our plates vandal of what we hold so dear who the hell let him in here i would put my house up for sale but i refuse to let reality prevail i surround myself with words of peace with the neighbor, who's house is on lease a new resident is on our block it's time to change and re-key the lock we need to keep the others out they're not about what we're about

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Nov 18, 2013

Nov 18, 2013 at 10:34 AM UTC

GaryL

Poetfreak Manor 4 - Gate Crasher

A maniac is inside our gates putting more words to eat on our plates vandal of what we hold so dear who the hell let him in here i would put my house up for sale but i refuse to let reality prevail i surround myself with words of peace with the neighbor, who's house is on lease a new resident is on our block it's time to change and re-key the lock we need to keep the others out they're not about what we're about

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Climb into bed and... Hearth embers of body heat circulate, Tourists on self-guided walking tours, Exploring the cabalistic eighteen chai holies of the Human body, temple depository of spark divine. Heat sparkles cross over the isthmus of Touching Toes, Continental negotiators, swapping free heat for icicles, 2 X 10 interstitial connections, now land masses filled, Global warming credit trading par excellence Fingers, jew wandering, exiled to freedom, Intertwined within soft-edged, graying sea grasses, Coverlet over pounding chest, Hands illegally mining tousled head hair, Nestling, nesting, without proper permits Lick away the rumbling hoarseness Coating a neighboring sleepy throat, Gate crasher bringing surround-sound comfort, Seeking to seal and still the groans, Escaping prisoners of the ills of the wearied mind Your favorite parts inspiring, demanding Song, word, drawing or simple quenching, Tonic of revival, an affirmation of self, Existence proofs met through need I write this for me, for her, for you. Suckers for iron pyrite, most will skip this polemic, What you don't know about me could be a Hit show on prime time cable TV. Like a cute commercial that makes you smile, For a product you'll never buy, I write this for me, for her, for anonymous you, I am the voyager, you the ****** Middle of the night envisioner, Re-writer of The Gift of the Magi,^ If I die today, I leave this as my last Will and Testament, Just another love poem You'll never read.

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Jan 22, 2014

Jan 22, 2014 at 10:59 PM UTC

nat-lipstadt

Just another poem you'll never read

Climb into bed and... Hearth embers of body heat circulate, Tourists on self-guided walking tours, Exploring the cabalistic eighteen chai holies of the Human body, temple depository of spark divine. Heat sparkles cross over the isthmus of Touching Toes, Continental negotiators, swapping free heat for icicles, 2 X 10 interstitial connections, now land masses filled, Global warming credit trading par excellence Fingers, jew wandering, exiled to freedom, Intertwined within soft-edged, graying sea grasses, Coverlet over pounding chest, Hands illegally mining tousled head hair, Nestling, nesting, without proper permits Lick away the rumbling hoarseness Coating a neighboring sleepy throat, Gate crasher bringing surround-sound comfort, Seeking to seal and still the groans, Escaping prisoners of the ills of the wearied mind Your favorite parts inspiring, demanding Song, word, drawing or simple quenching, Tonic of revival, an affirmation of self, Existence proofs met through need I write this for me, for her, for you. Suckers for iron pyrite, most will skip this polemic, What you don't know about me could be a Hit show on prime time cable TV. Like a cute commercial that makes you smile, For a product you'll never buy, I write this for me, for her, for anonymous you, I am the voyager, you the ****** Middle of the night envisioner, Re-writer of The Gift of the Magi,^ If I die today, I leave this as my last Will and Testament, Just another love poem You'll never read.

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The thousands of grey hair circle my hairline matching the wrinkle lines on my aging face They came with pain and hardships, and not enough love to go around; Suddenly, an expressive emoji of my younger face came to surface, happy yet sad, yet no crack but this all came about when time had relapse : so many heart-break, so many mistakes, Like humpty the wall breaker, or was it the dream crasher? Time has treated me like a step child.

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Jun 26, 2017

Jun 26, 2017 at 8:20 AM UTC

darknbeautiful-1

Time Has Treated Me Like A Step Child

The thousands of grey hair circle my hairline matching the wrinkle lines on my aging face They came with pain and hardships, and not enough love to go around; Suddenly, an expressive emoji of my younger face came to surface, happy yet sad, yet no crack but this all came about when time had relapse : so many heart-break, so many mistakes, Like humpty the wall breaker, or was it the dream crasher? Time has treated me like a step child.

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Don John Shaughnessy Tamer of the beast Crasher of the party Spoiler of the feast Always in the gallery Never in the dock Don John Shaughnessy Roller of the rock Don John Shaughnessy Burster of the bubble Terror of the timid Beginner of the trouble And who's that conducting Directing at the back? Don John Shaughnessy Leader of the pack Don John Shaughnessy Rouser of the mass Thrower of the bottle-bomb Header of the pass Never leaves a fingerprint Never any clue Don John Shaughnessy Turner of the ***** Don John Shaughnessy Keeper of the keys Lender of the loan shark Breaker of the knees Driver of the getaway Watcher of the coast Don John Shaughnessy Drinker of the toast

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Feb 8, 2013

Feb 8, 2013 at 4:22 PM UTC

ben-jones

Don John Shaughnessy

Don John Shaughnessy Tamer of the beast Crasher of the party Spoiler of the feast Always in the gallery Never in the dock Don John Shaughnessy Roller of the rock Don John Shaughnessy Burster of the bubble Terror of the timid Beginner of the trouble And who's that conducting Directing at the back? Don John Shaughnessy Leader of the pack Don John Shaughnessy Rouser of the mass Thrower of the bottle-bomb Header of the pass Never leaves a fingerprint Never any clue Don John Shaughnessy Turner of the ***** Don John Shaughnessy Keeper of the keys Lender of the loan shark Breaker of the knees Driver of the getaway Watcher of the coast Don John Shaughnessy Drinker of the toast

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automobile assault again by churchlot crasher. departed, damage done even forgoing forgiveness. grumbling gomez glowers, haranguing impossible immunity. jeez! just...jerk! klutzy lot leaver! mangled mobility machine needs overnight observation. poignant payment, pending quixotic recompensing ravager. supposing satisfactory salvage. truck under vehicular warranty.

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Jun 13, 2015

Jun 13, 2015 at 12:31 AM UTC

james-gomez

vehicular poeticide

automobile assault again by churchlot crasher. departed, damage done even forgoing forgiveness. grumbling gomez glowers, haranguing impossible immunity. jeez! just...jerk! klutzy lot leaver! mangled mobility machine needs overnight observation. poignant payment, pending quixotic recompensing ravager. supposing satisfactory salvage. truck under vehicular warranty.

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I can walk this world, tall or short, figure one or figure eight, black or white has long as my word is on everyone's lips, has long has i top the gossip list. Fame, name all the same. Money, folly all making me naughty. Pleasure, leisure all in my ATM treasure. Screams, dreams all over the TV screens. I vanish and smear my ego with a gold polish. Taking a break, i call it. I could snap my fingers in an empty room and in an instant it becomes a party room. I walk through the storm, cloth the sun, re-decorate the night sky. I'm in the world i'm breathing and i'm famous. What is the point in not bragging? When my style isnt manual. What is wrong with being sick in the head, when ranking makes you un-stable: most expensive car, most craziest style, most funkiest hair, most hottest chick, most coziest house, most expensive jewelleries, most socially active, most drunkest driver, most party crasher, most grammy receiver... It never stops till your hand drops and suddenly the light leaves your eyes and your heart takes to retirement. The flesh forgets to carry with it all it had acquired. The Grave shuts the stink.

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Jan 30, 2014

Jan 30, 2014 at 10:17 AM UTC

okoye-chude-maryanne

Vagabond

I can walk this world, tall or short, figure one or figure eight, black or white has long as my word is on everyone's lips, has long has i top the gossip list. Fame, name all the same. Money, folly all making me naughty. Pleasure, leisure all in my ATM treasure. Screams, dreams all over the TV screens. I vanish and smear my ego with a gold polish. Taking a break, i call it. I could snap my fingers in an empty room and in an instant it becomes a party room. I walk through the storm, cloth the sun, re-decorate the night sky. I'm in the world i'm breathing and i'm famous. What is the point in not bragging? When my style isnt manual. What is wrong with being sick in the head, when ranking makes you un-stable: most expensive car, most craziest style, most funkiest hair, most hottest chick, most coziest house, most expensive jewelleries, most socially active, most drunkest driver, most party crasher, most grammy receiver... It never stops till your hand drops and suddenly the light leaves your eyes and your heart takes to retirement. The flesh forgets to carry with it all it had acquired. The Grave shuts the stink.

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within, or rather in between, whomsoever was present. like a good party crasher, he becomes the life of the party, joking, dancing, womanizing (the sun so very much a man!) singing his anthems, commencing with “Here Comes the Sun,” followed by every other sun~song known to the celestials, concluding near around 4:00AM with his rendition of Garth Brook’s classic: *”Ain't going down 'til the sun comes up Ain't givin' in 'til they get enough Going 'round the world in a pickup truck Ain't goin' down 'til the sun comes up”* the ladies, especially Venus, all quite smitten, purring like kittens, took that as a personal invite-ta-tion, and I swear that night many comets were created. If you feeling a surprising heating in your bed tonight, don’t be afraid, it’s just me feeling sunny... 7/17/20

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Jul 17, 2020

Jul 17, 2020 at 12:49 PM UTC

whereshelter

your bed grows more crowded, as the sun seeks shelter

within, or rather in between, whomsoever was present. like a good party crasher, he becomes the life of the party, joking, dancing, womanizing (the sun so very much a man!) singing his anthems, commencing with “Here Comes the Sun,” followed by every other sun~song known to the celestials, concluding near around 4:00AM with his rendition of Garth Brook’s classic: *”Ain't going down 'til the sun comes up Ain't givin' in 'til they get enough Going 'round the world in a pickup truck Ain't goin' down 'til the sun comes up”* the ladies, especially Venus, all quite smitten, purring like kittens, took that as a personal invite-ta-tion, and I swear that night many comets were created. If you feeling a surprising heating in your bed tonight, don’t be afraid, it’s just me feeling sunny... 7/17/20

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I move in slow spurts Gravity hurts Ribs fractured,again More ribs busted this time I don't understand why I was taken for a boonie crasher ride When I asked for a sober driver to take me home The fault- Is it my own? I thought finding a sober driver after 3 beers was a good choice But the consequences severe! Fractured ribs slow me down Now I need people to drive my *** to town Gravity hurts- so I move in small spurts With a smile, sometimes a wince but never a frown

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Nov 19, 2014

Nov 19, 2014 at 1:43 PM UTC

miss-kiss-my-bliss

Gravity Hurts

I move in slow spurts Gravity hurts Ribs fractured,again More ribs busted this time I don't understand why I was taken for a boonie crasher ride When I asked for a sober driver to take me home The fault- Is it my own? I thought finding a sober driver after 3 beers was a good choice But the consequences severe! Fractured ribs slow me down Now I need people to drive my *** to town Gravity hurts- so I move in small spurts With a smile, sometimes a wince but never a frown

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Mortality. People fear it. Personally, I do not. People despise it. Personally, I do not People try to avoid it Personally, I accept that No matter what It always comes. Mortality It’s that party crasher That everyone feared Would show up Uninvited. It’s that proverbial snake That you never see coming But will always end up Biting you. It is that distant relative That you don’t really like, That winds up on Your doorstep. Mortality. It is that reminder That our time Is limited here. That countdown Saying we better Start getting productive Before we get forgotten. That timer that reads Get to know your family Get to know your friends They might all be gone soon. That sign that says Road closed ahead Detour to the beyond. Mortality. It happens. End Of Discussions. Either Let it ruin your day Or Keep living on.

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Sep 20, 2010

Sep 20, 2010 at 11:54 AM UTC

Nike-Kaffezakis

Mortality

Mortality. People fear it. Personally, I do not. People despise it. Personally, I do not People try to avoid it Personally, I accept that No matter what It always comes. Mortality It’s that party crasher That everyone feared Would show up Uninvited. It’s that proverbial snake That you never see coming But will always end up Biting you. It is that distant relative That you don’t really like, That winds up on Your doorstep. Mortality. It is that reminder That our time Is limited here. That countdown Saying we better Start getting productive Before we get forgotten. That timer that reads Get to know your family Get to know your friends They might all be gone soon. That sign that says Road closed ahead Detour to the beyond. Mortality. It happens. End Of Discussions. Either Let it ruin your day Or Keep living on.

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I am the destroyer of worlds the crasher of dreams the inevitable that will and always have eternally be I am a creator the beauty of life the maker of all things the eternal clock an infernally holy device I've caused more death and pain then any man could ever dream i've achieved the highest highs of pure ecstasy implausibly i am the only plausible because i am a force of nature of essence of your very sentient being a part of the core the root cause of all in the nether and aether but to such ignorant fickle beings i am just a double edged sword another in the arsenry of the entire complexless complexness of the universe I'am in the beginning and end both black and white

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Jan 30, 2014

Jan 30, 2014 at 10:30 PM UTC

chase-philip

Crassus's Love

I am the destroyer of worlds the crasher of dreams the inevitable that will and always have eternally be I am a creator the beauty of life the maker of all things the eternal clock an infernally holy device I've caused more death and pain then any man could ever dream i've achieved the highest highs of pure ecstasy implausibly i am the only plausible because i am a force of nature of essence of your very sentient being a part of the core the root cause of all in the nether and aether but to such ignorant fickle beings i am just a double edged sword another in the arsenry of the entire complexless complexness of the universe I'am in the beginning and end both black and white

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I crashed the gates of heaven My guts on silk and linen I am an astronaut

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Oct 1, 2017

Oct 1, 2017 at 1:52 AM UTC

Rather-timbuilt

Gate crasher

I crashed the gates of heaven My guts on silk and linen I am an astronaut

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i am a party-crasher, a spider web across the face. around me, i hear the chitter of birds and the nervous giggles of people scurrying under my wet confetti, my glitter bomb, as i write my graffiti everywhere i am a party-crasher. though, i'm neither invited and don't know those around me, nor do i care about their awkwardness or petty concerns and desires. i'm here to party, but more importantly, i know how to celebrate.

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May 7, 2017

May 7, 2017 at 9:51 AM UTC

wordwerks

spring rain

i am a party-crasher, a spider web across the face. around me, i hear the chitter of birds and the nervous giggles of people scurrying under my wet confetti, my glitter bomb, as i write my graffiti everywhere i am a party-crasher. though, i'm neither invited and don't know those around me, nor do i care about their awkwardness or petty concerns and desires. i'm here to party, but more importantly, i know how to celebrate.

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