"figertips" poems - Hello Poetry

I lay down in my bed It's been a long day I pull my knee's inward and let out a sigh I stare at the ring on my finger the one you gave to me I hold it and twist it in my fingers until i have examined every color, every butterfly. I close my eyes and clench my necklace I trace the shape of the turtle with my figertips I feel the silver in my hands and remember when it was in yours When I close my eyes a tear runs down my cheek A tear of joy and sadness Your sweet memory dances in my mind Your love pierces through my heart I miss you, I love you exhaustion overwhelms me I am ready to dream of you Until I finally get to see you Sweet dreams my love.

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Apr 28, 2014

Apr 28, 2014 at 9:58 PM UTC

jasmine-smiles

I'll dream of you

I lay down in my bed It's been a long day I pull my knee's inward and let out a sigh I stare at the ring on my finger the one you gave to me I hold it and twist it in my fingers until i have examined every color, every butterfly. I close my eyes and clench my necklace I trace the shape of the turtle with my figertips I feel the silver in my hands and remember when it was in yours When I close my eyes a tear runs down my cheek A tear of joy and sadness Your sweet memory dances in my mind Your love pierces through my heart I miss you, I love you exhaustion overwhelms me I am ready to dream of you Until I finally get to see you Sweet dreams my love.

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the world melts with the sun every morning at sunrise melts under the heat of golden rain but when the sun goes down and the liquid world cools, solidifies the renaissance begins and every night a whole new world is created a mysterious world one night, the world created had no greed and wind was as real as wood beneath the figertips because they appreciated their surroundings for more than their worth another night, the world formed into nothing but one mountain with millions of people who had no method of communication besides varying the twinkle in their eye yet they were happier than we have ever been every morning, a world melts every night, a world is born

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Sep 16, 2010

Sep 16, 2010 at 8:23 PM UTC

becky-bergstol

liquid

the world melts with the sun every morning at sunrise melts under the heat of golden rain but when the sun goes down and the liquid world cools, solidifies the renaissance begins and every night a whole new world is created a mysterious world one night, the world created had no greed and wind was as real as wood beneath the figertips because they appreciated their surroundings for more than their worth another night, the world formed into nothing but one mountain with millions of people who had no method of communication besides varying the twinkle in their eye yet they were happier than we have ever been every morning, a world melts every night, a world is born

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‘tis the season, of coldness. my frost-bitten figertips are sick of the cold. my red nose and rosy cheeks burning from the snow. i wish i could drown in the hot-cocoas i long for. my shivering arms and cold toes just want to be warm. the darkness of the winter makes the darkness in my mind find it’s way back. spark me a flame— thaw my cold heart and hands. remind me of warm thoughts, the summer sun, the burning of hot sand— ugh, there’s only snowflakes and frost. i guess i’ll deal until the warmness finds its way back.

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Oct 29, 2018

Oct 29, 2018 at 9:57 PM UTC

regz

freezing winter nights

‘tis the season, of coldness. my frost-bitten figertips are sick of the cold. my red nose and rosy cheeks burning from the snow. i wish i could drown in the hot-cocoas i long for. my shivering arms and cold toes just want to be warm. the darkness of the winter makes the darkness in my mind find it’s way back. spark me a flame— thaw my cold heart and hands. remind me of warm thoughts, the summer sun, the burning of hot sand— ugh, there’s only snowflakes and frost. i guess i’ll deal until the warmness finds its way back.

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rip the seams from your lips speak, just use your words. because latley we’ve been throwing our hearts against the walls through a screen and pretending we’re fine. crying the words we resisted from sending through a text at 10:01 pm. and wondering if the other will send a heart back with “goodnight.” spoiler alert: it’s not gonna happen. so please please please, just speak my love. because the day you say, “I love you,” you should use your words instead of your figertips.

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Oct 31, 2018

Oct 31, 2018 at 10:30 PM UTC

ges

use your words

rip the seams from your lips speak, just use your words. because latley we’ve been throwing our hearts against the walls through a screen and pretending we’re fine. crying the words we resisted from sending through a text at 10:01 pm. and wondering if the other will send a heart back with “goodnight.” spoiler alert: it’s not gonna happen. so please please please, just speak my love. because the day you say, “I love you,” you should use your words instead of your figertips.

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