"diffusely" poems - Hello Poetry

. A thatched and wicker basket-nest Cradles a cluster bright and new And delicate and coolly blue, With speckled royal freckles blessed. The cherry blossoms pink the trees. A snowy fall of tiny white And quickly flipping petals light Into an errant summer breeze. Diffusely, prodigally blows A heavy opiate-like scent,— The lilac's prized accomplishment,— The greenest envy of the rose. And everywhere I idly walk I see, in all the lightened notes And whited tones and frosted coats, The springtide paints that mix with chalk. ^ ^

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Feb 23, 2015

Feb 23, 2015 at 5:28 PM UTC

grame-rabbit

Impression in Pastels

. A thatched and wicker basket-nest Cradles a cluster bright and new And delicate and coolly blue, With speckled royal freckles blessed. The cherry blossoms pink the trees. A snowy fall of tiny white And quickly flipping petals light Into an errant summer breeze. Diffusely, prodigally blows A heavy opiate-like scent,— The lilac's prized accomplishment,— The greenest envy of the rose. And everywhere I idly walk I see, in all the lightened notes And whited tones and frosted coats, The springtide paints that mix with chalk. ^ ^

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The gardenias' Sweet fragrance enveloped the backlit silhouette of You. Profiled diffusely against the Aura of the Eclipsed Moon, Our Gentle Guest. J Eduardo Ramos©

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Aug 9, 2014

Aug 9, 2014 at 1:27 AM UTC

j-eduardo-ramos

Eclipse

The gardenias' Sweet fragrance enveloped the backlit silhouette of You. Profiled diffusely against the Aura of the Eclipsed Moon, Our Gentle Guest. J Eduardo Ramos©

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My thoughts are scattered in a million places. I feel my chest constrict with every single breath that I take. The constant stabbing in my heart coincides with every beat that it takes. The stabbing is consistently getting stronger and stronger as time goes on and becomes so overwhelming I feel as if i should cry out in pain. I feel the ever present black cloud hovering over me at all hours of the day. It ***** the energy out of me. I can’t seem to tell if that black cloud is just my past, or if it is you. When you left me standing in my drive way that cold rainy evening in April could have collapsed from the feeling in my chest and the pit in my stomach. As you drove away it was as if I was unraveling. The memories started pouring through my mind like a bright light. Flashing before my eyes like segments and scenes of a movie. The smiles danced past my eyes, and your smile seemed to be seared in my memory. Thinking of all of the time and secretes we shared. I had let you in and knew I handed you a knife, that you now lodged in my heart, and now it is threatening to rip me apart. The only time I get relief from this is in those moments I open my eyes in the morning. For those few brief seconds I am light hearted…. for those few brief seconds I am actually okay…. but you ruined that for me because mere seconds later I feel everything crash down on me and start to crush me. The pressure is so painful that I shed silent tears and come to terms with the fact I can’t do it. My heart is more than aching and I feel my insides begin to press against my bones as they start to swell in panic. As I stare at the blankness of the ceiling I think of the vastness of the world, and the emptiness I feel in myself. I tell myself I can’t face the world… then a miracle occurs and I find something to whisper hope in my ear that I need to leave my bed and face the world. After fighting with myself to stand and go outside. I move. I put on my mask to endure the world, and take what it throws in my face. I pretend it rolls right off of me as it leaves large ugly bruising diffusely spread across my body.

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May 6, 2016

May 6, 2016 at 1:09 AM UTC

julia-locy

Scattered

My thoughts are scattered in a million places. I feel my chest constrict with every single breath that I take. The constant stabbing in my heart coincides with every beat that it takes. The stabbing is consistently getting stronger and stronger as time goes on and becomes so overwhelming I feel as if i should cry out in pain. I feel the ever present black cloud hovering over me at all hours of the day. It ***** the energy out of me. I can’t seem to tell if that black cloud is just my past, or if it is you. When you left me standing in my drive way that cold rainy evening in April could have collapsed from the feeling in my chest and the pit in my stomach. As you drove away it was as if I was unraveling. The memories started pouring through my mind like a bright light. Flashing before my eyes like segments and scenes of a movie. The smiles danced past my eyes, and your smile seemed to be seared in my memory. Thinking of all of the time and secretes we shared. I had let you in and knew I handed you a knife, that you now lodged in my heart, and now it is threatening to rip me apart. The only time I get relief from this is in those moments I open my eyes in the morning. For those few brief seconds I am light hearted…. for those few brief seconds I am actually okay…. but you ruined that for me because mere seconds later I feel everything crash down on me and start to crush me. The pressure is so painful that I shed silent tears and come to terms with the fact I can’t do it. My heart is more than aching and I feel my insides begin to press against my bones as they start to swell in panic. As I stare at the blankness of the ceiling I think of the vastness of the world, and the emptiness I feel in myself. I tell myself I can’t face the world… then a miracle occurs and I find something to whisper hope in my ear that I need to leave my bed and face the world. After fighting with myself to stand and go outside. I move. I put on my mask to endure the world, and take what it throws in my face. I pretend it rolls right off of me as it leaves large ugly bruising diffusely spread across my body.

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