"glossily" poems - Hello Poetry

I stepped out, finally, a terrestrial in Istanbul. My leveled shoulders carried an empty satchel of undone buckles To let every fresh sip of raw experience tumble inside, my adventures impatiently plucked from the closest branch of a banyan tree bearing a crisscross of endless tales. I rescued my lungs with air, thick with resentment while swallowing astringent flavored symphonies and ballads of orchestrated ruckus as women deflated their lungs blowing out antipathy, through high pitched whistles - A forgotten kettle blowing off steam. Adorned in scorn, sardonic welcoming mats lined the airport. Women pushed at their car horns as if the dragging sound, like a severing saw can cut through the tenacity of the ones with innate ear plugs. They have become obsolete traffic signals - First, their green light diminishes - like their wages Then, their red light is dimmed - it stops too many people in their footsteps. And thus the world just races past them, And they are left only with yellow - Telling them to slow down. They said it was an act of love. That their plumped crimson lips, Glossily complimented with nails that matched the tails, of the so-called mile high club was just too much to handle. Priming for work meant neglecting their love for the perfect shade of watermelon lipstick, No more sweet ketchup fingertips Showing you the emergency exits. No more, lipstick stained glasses of a self made woman. These cumulating lip kissed glasses stack up like trophies, that sway in the heavy panting of the ones who can’t keep up with this generation. So the women gracefully conducted the orchestra and through lipstick stained whistles, They tried to drown out the dogmatic policies And with unrelenting strife, they passed on some advide stop shattering our liberties And underminining our abilities for Endless possibilities. Because we are the ones Who fly high and soar And we will always look fabulous while doing it.

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Aug 5, 2013

Aug 5, 2013 at 7:45 AM UTC

mariam-paracha

To the ones who fly and soar, May you always look fabulous while doing it.

I stepped out, finally, a terrestrial in Istanbul. My leveled shoulders carried an empty satchel of undone buckles To let every fresh sip of raw experience tumble inside, my adventures impatiently plucked from the closest branch of a banyan tree bearing a crisscross of endless tales. I rescued my lungs with air, thick with resentment while swallowing astringent flavored symphonies and ballads of orchestrated ruckus as women deflated their lungs blowing out antipathy, through high pitched whistles - A forgotten kettle blowing off steam. Adorned in scorn, sardonic welcoming mats lined the airport. Women pushed at their car horns as if the dragging sound, like a severing saw can cut through the tenacity of the ones with innate ear plugs. They have become obsolete traffic signals - First, their green light diminishes - like their wages Then, their red light is dimmed - it stops too many people in their footsteps. And thus the world just races past them, And they are left only with yellow - Telling them to slow down. They said it was an act of love. That their plumped crimson lips, Glossily complimented with nails that matched the tails, of the so-called mile high club was just too much to handle. Priming for work meant neglecting their love for the perfect shade of watermelon lipstick, No more sweet ketchup fingertips Showing you the emergency exits. No more, lipstick stained glasses of a self made woman. These cumulating lip kissed glasses stack up like trophies, that sway in the heavy panting of the ones who can’t keep up with this generation. So the women gracefully conducted the orchestra and through lipstick stained whistles, They tried to drown out the dogmatic policies And with unrelenting strife, they passed on some advide stop shattering our liberties And underminining our abilities for Endless possibilities. Because we are the ones Who fly high and soar And we will always look fabulous while doing it.

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glossily white attitude, princess and rainbow goon how i'm feeling you, don't have to lie, last night we were blasting off, flying, watching our city when i woke up, you were laughing, you are lifestyle i'm your drug, like beat and melody, djset and rapz we are totally white like the meetings of escada 24/7 way of life, the pulse of days flashing past look, my name is tizzop, look, how i'm splashing this waterfall is soaking you, powerful pressure jason is stuck to the mirrors, drive-bys and k.o. 100.000, 00 $, spent on a party night you can start hating me, you better go skating i am excessively ray ban and i love to fill mouths enuff talking, let's go, for sure, 3:05 am mercedes maybach and chauffeur, life is easy i deal with twelve souls, soon to be trippled all the kids are trippin', pearly white nights like frippin i am writing on snowwhite cliffs, ocean full of glowing fishs i got the magical pillow, you may fall in love with me always hitting the center, mansions for your longing

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Sep 2, 2020

Sep 2, 2020 at 6:12 PM UTC

maxneumann

Frippin' Freely

glossily white attitude, princess and rainbow goon how i'm feeling you, don't have to lie, last night we were blasting off, flying, watching our city when i woke up, you were laughing, you are lifestyle i'm your drug, like beat and melody, djset and rapz we are totally white like the meetings of escada 24/7 way of life, the pulse of days flashing past look, my name is tizzop, look, how i'm splashing this waterfall is soaking you, powerful pressure jason is stuck to the mirrors, drive-bys and k.o. 100.000, 00 $, spent on a party night you can start hating me, you better go skating i am excessively ray ban and i love to fill mouths enuff talking, let's go, for sure, 3:05 am mercedes maybach and chauffeur, life is easy i deal with twelve souls, soon to be trippled all the kids are trippin', pearly white nights like frippin i am writing on snowwhite cliffs, ocean full of glowing fishs i got the magical pillow, you may fall in love with me always hitting the center, mansions for your longing

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Like the leaves falling gently down from its branches, Glossily walking across the hallway, Like a stream flowing downstream in a clear pattern, Sensation of warmth in my heart, Is all I feel about her, The brightest star among the bright stars in the galaxy, Is all I see at the deepest end of my vision at the thought of her, Beneath the ocean of my thoughts, I can figure her out, Bright smile, white apple shaped eyes, Calm composure, confident and tactical in nature, Beautiful she stands out, So beautiful she is; she blesses me with her unique beauty, I look at the blue sky sometime and wonder, “Where did she come from? All this time I have been in the search for the unknown”, She has a face of a child, She cares like a mother and stares at me like a kid, I Love Her.

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Mar 14, 2015

Mar 14, 2015 at 5:40 AM UTC

benasir

Love so strong

Like the leaves falling gently down from its branches, Glossily walking across the hallway, Like a stream flowing downstream in a clear pattern, Sensation of warmth in my heart, Is all I feel about her, The brightest star among the bright stars in the galaxy, Is all I see at the deepest end of my vision at the thought of her, Beneath the ocean of my thoughts, I can figure her out, Bright smile, white apple shaped eyes, Calm composure, confident and tactical in nature, Beautiful she stands out, So beautiful she is; she blesses me with her unique beauty, I look at the blue sky sometime and wonder, “Where did she come from? All this time I have been in the search for the unknown”, She has a face of a child, She cares like a mother and stares at me like a kid, I Love Her.

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