"fif" poems - Hello Poetry

1. small talk legs flayed she says nothing a lady says nothing right foot on the dreaming wall shift, 2. she says i could have been a son tap the ***** bone, twice will my knee, ankle bend, sweet tooth? point out where the corners slope here, bare 3. I hate how everyone here has two fif teens four thur tees I have no time and half a poem 4. will you be here? one *** em 5. the hills know i could have been a son my chest is sharp i am not soft like her i cannot hold this pose as long So come. 6. prodigal who? placeless, desperate curve hug the lonely back it's one for tee. 7. no hills. no streams no trees no arms no fingered palms inside me useless curve, reach. 8. i am the sun lunchtime, my appointment tomorrow, placeless prodigal one *** em, when I am softest when all edges are hot to burn softness you want to hold but won't.

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Nov 6, 2013

Nov 6, 2013 at 5:12 PM UTC

christine-12

appointment

1. small talk legs flayed she says nothing a lady says nothing right foot on the dreaming wall shift, 2. she says i could have been a son tap the ***** bone, twice will my knee, ankle bend, sweet tooth? point out where the corners slope here, bare 3. I hate how everyone here has two fif teens four thur tees I have no time and half a poem 4. will you be here? one *** em 5. the hills know i could have been a son my chest is sharp i am not soft like her i cannot hold this pose as long So come. 6. prodigal who? placeless, desperate curve hug the lonely back it's one for tee. 7. no hills. no streams no trees no arms no fingered palms inside me useless curve, reach. 8. i am the sun lunchtime, my appointment tomorrow, placeless prodigal one *** em, when I am softest when all edges are hot to burn softness you want to hold but won't.

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We're moving house— he takes you a- Part, piece by piece, picking, pulling, long thin Steel supports from your joints. He holds you together, unforgiving tenderness in steel arms as you crumple into a pile of wood. It's done— he waves a ***** Driver, drilling in reverse, you watch him work Metal out from your bones, skeleton scattering limbs about the floor, which he meticulously collects and arranges, good as new, unassembled. Thanks for the help, you've been——it's alright, see you soon. Next time, I'll take the bed. We're moving house— you are driven a- Round, missing a turn, new place, unfamiliar Sights you do not see, your eyes on the frame in the back (of your mind) as the van stops and your bare bones unload onto a trolley. It's done— you pay a hundred in two fif- Ties, broken like the bed tugged through the new Doorway and left in the living room, with the parts laid out neatly beside on cold marble, readied for examination and elimination, remnants of a time past— When, can you collect your——next week at the earliest, evening, Wednesday. I'll bring a van.

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Dec 17, 2021

Dec 17, 2021 at 4:35 AM UTC

ryun

Ending Parted Ways

We're moving house— he takes you a- Part, piece by piece, picking, pulling, long thin Steel supports from your joints. He holds you together, unforgiving tenderness in steel arms as you crumple into a pile of wood. It's done— he waves a ***** Driver, drilling in reverse, you watch him work Metal out from your bones, skeleton scattering limbs about the floor, which he meticulously collects and arranges, good as new, unassembled. Thanks for the help, you've been——it's alright, see you soon. Next time, I'll take the bed. We're moving house— you are driven a- Round, missing a turn, new place, unfamiliar Sights you do not see, your eyes on the frame in the back (of your mind) as the van stops and your bare bones unload onto a trolley. It's done— you pay a hundred in two fif- Ties, broken like the bed tugged through the new Doorway and left in the living room, with the parts laid out neatly beside on cold marble, readied for examination and elimination, remnants of a time past— When, can you collect your——next week at the earliest, evening, Wednesday. I'll bring a van.

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When the door slams they put a name and number card outside, it has a large red F stamped on it. This is called “F-Watch”…it means they think you’re suicidal!!!! They check every 15mins… ..fif..teen minutes… .try to stay calm!….focus on a constant! …OK….focus Right…..focus….every 15mins I jump out of my skin! What causes that? …..it feels like a habit… BANG! There it goes again… the eyeball in the door… unblinking… staring at my shape on the floor… little does the eye know…I have dug a tunnel… it reaches beyond the wall and the fence… it reaches far past the range of the CCTV…… it surfaces deep in the forest all I need to do is close my eyes and I’m running down that tunnel which increases in size every time I use it… the exit is via a door in an ancient oak tree… above the door, neatly carved is my family name and an hour-glass of salt that is always 15 mins from running out… I create a mind-map that helps me find my way back through the forest to the tree in time to keep my appointment with the eye… the unblinking eye… assesses my body sprawled on the rubber mattress, unaware of the trees that surround me … that protect me that shield me from its Gorgon gaze… and days pass into months and the months flutter toward the light which lays on the other side of the darkness… darkness being a measure in old money. Then just as suddenly I find myself reprieved… relocated for two eternities to the Mirrored Halls of the Black Widow to absolve the sins of my forefathers… the eye in the door blinks something is different… the eye now has the a sense smell! and it can detect female pheromones 3 days ride away by horse… it smells Norse…and Celt…… it smells …… it smells… its own mortality… 15 minutes pass…… it blinks again… it breathes deeply and detects children… two born of royal blood and one of angels… it blinks… the body on the mattress moves… it stretches… turns over… now the eye can hear… it hears the rustle of leaves, smells breast milk and skunk from the sweat of the punk… an assault to its senses… it primes its defenses… and… releases a tear… a solitary tear … laden with just enough salt to take its pain away… time passes… the hourglass releases one more grain of salt

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Jun 12, 2019

Jun 12, 2019 at 7:41 AM UTC

johnny-solstice

F-Watch

When the door slams they put a name and number card outside, it has a large red F stamped on it. This is called “F-Watch”…it means they think you’re suicidal!!!! They check every 15mins… ..fif..teen minutes… .try to stay calm!….focus on a constant! …OK….focus Right…..focus….every 15mins I jump out of my skin! What causes that? …..it feels like a habit… BANG! There it goes again… the eyeball in the door… unblinking… staring at my shape on the floor… little does the eye know…I have dug a tunnel… it reaches beyond the wall and the fence… it reaches far past the range of the CCTV…… it surfaces deep in the forest all I need to do is close my eyes and I’m running down that tunnel which increases in size every time I use it… the exit is via a door in an ancient oak tree… above the door, neatly carved is my family name and an hour-glass of salt that is always 15 mins from running out… I create a mind-map that helps me find my way back through the forest to the tree in time to keep my appointment with the eye… the unblinking eye… assesses my body sprawled on the rubber mattress, unaware of the trees that surround me … that protect me that shield me from its Gorgon gaze… and days pass into months and the months flutter toward the light which lays on the other side of the darkness… darkness being a measure in old money. Then just as suddenly I find myself reprieved… relocated for two eternities to the Mirrored Halls of the Black Widow to absolve the sins of my forefathers… the eye in the door blinks something is different… the eye now has the a sense smell! and it can detect female pheromones 3 days ride away by horse… it smells Norse…and Celt…… it smells …… it smells… its own mortality… 15 minutes pass…… it blinks again… it breathes deeply and detects children… two born of royal blood and one of angels… it blinks… the body on the mattress moves… it stretches… turns over… now the eye can hear… it hears the rustle of leaves, smells breast milk and skunk from the sweat of the punk… an assault to its senses… it primes its defenses… and… releases a tear… a solitary tear … laden with just enough salt to take its pain away… time passes… the hourglass releases one more grain of salt

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Fif-ty-steps, it only takes three syllables for me to see you. Breath, it only takes three muffled breaths to prepare myself as I look at you. Beats, it only takes three fast beats for me to know how much I longed for you. Three years, that it took me to realize what I feel for you. I-don’t-know I-don’t-know But it only takes three words for me to say I-like-you.

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Apr 11, 2020

Apr 11, 2020 at 10:05 AM UTC

rads

Rule of Three

Fif-ty-steps, it only takes three syllables for me to see you. Breath, it only takes three muffled breaths to prepare myself as I look at you. Beats, it only takes three fast beats for me to know how much I longed for you. Three years, that it took me to realize what I feel for you. I-don’t-know I-don’t-know But it only takes three words for me to say I-like-you.

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