"dulcified" poems - Hello Poetry

For once, maybe I could feel it straight down into my thighs grounding my feet to the stairs with the palm of his pupils I will skirt around the issue because I've been here before in front of the door waiting for someone to leave go home laugh and play it off like trust wasn't as big of a deal as it was but then there it was, living between my heart and a hard place a rawness subdued and a sourness to be dulcified oh wait you were serious? telling me to slow down in less words than there are in a look, in two eyes speaking calms I've never before seen

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Sep 22, 2012

Sep 22, 2012 at 1:24 AM UTC

broooke

Stairwell Promise.

For once, maybe I could feel it straight down into my thighs grounding my feet to the stairs with the palm of his pupils I will skirt around the issue because I've been here before in front of the door waiting for someone to leave go home laugh and play it off like trust wasn't as big of a deal as it was but then there it was, living between my heart and a hard place a rawness subdued and a sourness to be dulcified oh wait you were serious? telling me to slow down in less words than there are in a look, in two eyes speaking calms I've never before seen

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I have fashioned myself a cosseting nest of denial to protect me from my earnest yearnings. I sit atop my stoop in cavalier crusted pessimism lobing over stones at the passing pedestrians enraptured with the bliss of romance. "rigamarole dimwitted **** I huff as I examine the fluidity of their movement. They bob along as two flocculent clouds set agog. Such dulcified fools; they see their lovers lips brimming with nectar and skin dashed with gold. "Such farcical magic musings, who needs such things?" ; I question rustling in my scathing bed of delusion. One day I awoke to see a frenzied nest stationed next to me with a peculiarly pristine fellow bellowing. The days following my eyes were deterred from ogling at the lovebirds beneath me as they grew curiously closer to the voltaic man vexing me. He didn't pass his hours feeding from the disdain and self deprecating disarray, instead he perched giddily reading books and pacing incessantly. This mans marrow doesn't reek of lovers idealism, but his eyes lift a veil to show me utter perfection. Owning the vessel he inhabits he doesn't allow room for preposterous inhibitions. As he unrobes to show me the mind wrinkles fueling his insanity, I began to wonder if his lips are coated in the same sugar doused divinity. As his hands gingerly caress mine, I decide to retire my stones, It seems about time I let myself learn to float.

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Feb 13, 2017

Feb 13, 2017 at 11:58 PM UTC

sarah-kunz

float

I have fashioned myself a cosseting nest of denial to protect me from my earnest yearnings. I sit atop my stoop in cavalier crusted pessimism lobing over stones at the passing pedestrians enraptured with the bliss of romance. "rigamarole dimwitted **** I huff as I examine the fluidity of their movement. They bob along as two flocculent clouds set agog. Such dulcified fools; they see their lovers lips brimming with nectar and skin dashed with gold. "Such farcical magic musings, who needs such things?" ; I question rustling in my scathing bed of delusion. One day I awoke to see a frenzied nest stationed next to me with a peculiarly pristine fellow bellowing. The days following my eyes were deterred from ogling at the lovebirds beneath me as they grew curiously closer to the voltaic man vexing me. He didn't pass his hours feeding from the disdain and self deprecating disarray, instead he perched giddily reading books and pacing incessantly. This mans marrow doesn't reek of lovers idealism, but his eyes lift a veil to show me utter perfection. Owning the vessel he inhabits he doesn't allow room for preposterous inhibitions. As he unrobes to show me the mind wrinkles fueling his insanity, I began to wonder if his lips are coated in the same sugar doused divinity. As his hands gingerly caress mine, I decide to retire my stones, It seems about time I let myself learn to float.

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You told me I was bold and daring and I told you it was because of my distinctive taste — fiery like the taste of red, a pungent flavor against deceit and deception. You were the opposite of a burning taste of spices — honeyed and flavorsome. I was astound when you boldly relished my lips full of sharp-tasting fears and doubts as if it was a sugar drizzle. You invited me to savor every delectable flavors of you by your dulcified metaphors and feats that suddenly became bittersweet promises only to be left with an aftertaste of a sugarcoated happiness.

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Jun 2, 2019

Jun 2, 2019 at 12:55 PM UTC

inkofalass

Flavours of Us

You told me I was bold and daring and I told you it was because of my distinctive taste — fiery like the taste of red, a pungent flavor against deceit and deception. You were the opposite of a burning taste of spices — honeyed and flavorsome. I was astound when you boldly relished my lips full of sharp-tasting fears and doubts as if it was a sugar drizzle. You invited me to savor every delectable flavors of you by your dulcified metaphors and feats that suddenly became bittersweet promises only to be left with an aftertaste of a sugarcoated happiness.

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