"goosing" poems - Hello Poetry

"Poetic Commenting!" ABOUT.POEMING...REPLYING It's Awardingly, deliciously, famously, stunningly, breaking newsy, Absolutely, Jubilantly, happily enjoying reading, this caring saying, type thing.. thing I be reading. MY COMMENTING TYPE THING.. COMMENT FANTASTICS.. [email protected].. AND @2BE_ADORED BY SHARDAY3 NOT A WEB SITE..YIKES.. You gone need some wipes.. As I drizzle word writes. slobing, goosing, spicy types.. word condiments ahh yeah compliments.. #on poetic worded trays. Of sautéed covered portrays. You want more I know it. Deliciously shared blessings... Complimenting expressions. We read, we write we excite. Then comes the coated candy explosions.. Got Sum, Give some, need sum.. reap some. Appreciative funs. Some after reads of applauses, where we add to the collective plates. Telling the writers of his/her greats. And ahh that moved me yes.. Ahh I felt that yes,, Oh thats a--maz-zzing yes. You did yah thing,, word bling.. sadly amusing, happily oozing, sorting and telling, wow all kind of juicy wordings.. I'ma put some sauce in my complimenting. woot word cooking, sizzling starred shakes soothing and replying.. By s.a.m Sharday 2021 Much Work to be Done!

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Feb 4, 2021

Feb 4, 2021 at 10:01 AM UTC

SelinaSharday

"Poetic Commenting!"

"Poetic Commenting!" ABOUT.POEMING...REPLYING It's Awardingly, deliciously, famously, stunningly, breaking newsy, Absolutely, Jubilantly, happily enjoying reading, this caring saying, type thing.. thing I be reading. MY COMMENTING TYPE THING.. COMMENT FANTASTICS.. [email protected].. AND @2BE_ADORED BY SHARDAY3 NOT A WEB SITE..YIKES.. You gone need some wipes.. As I drizzle word writes. slobing, goosing, spicy types.. word condiments ahh yeah compliments.. #on poetic worded trays. Of sautéed covered portrays. You want more I know it. Deliciously shared blessings... Complimenting expressions. We read, we write we excite. Then comes the coated candy explosions.. Got Sum, Give some, need sum.. reap some. Appreciative funs. Some after reads of applauses, where we add to the collective plates. Telling the writers of his/her greats. And ahh that moved me yes.. Ahh I felt that yes,, Oh thats a--maz-zzing yes. You did yah thing,, word bling.. sadly amusing, happily oozing, sorting and telling, wow all kind of juicy wordings.. I'ma put some sauce in my complimenting. woot word cooking, sizzling starred shakes soothing and replying.. By s.a.m Sharday 2021 Much Work to be Done!

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It's navy-night streaked with dusty stars and cold sand creeping into places I'd much rather be. It's arms streaked with bits of you as entity glows in fickle-firewood-flare and your hands eversearching and my hands eversearching for all that is you in abundance. It's the milkyway in your blue eyes and the ocean in your smile. Every small beauty you notice. How every strand of freedom on your luscious head tells a story of the truthfulness one finds in people when they don't notice. It's your voice - and imagine strings - goosing up my skin. It's darker and it's glowing and it's further and we don't really need the half-light so we wet our feet but it should be colder but it isn't. It's almost there and actually there and you're lovely here. It's falling asleep at nine-eleven-two-four, waking up in between and having you to fill. It's the last draw of lips and your condensation on my neck. How you should be wrapped tighter-untilthegapsareallgone. How I'd trace every dip and rise, the lines that make the muse and kiss Until exhaustion closes. Your chestful echoes deeper Your butterfleyes fluttering closed It's feeling you Splitter-splatter-splutter Your story onto this stained canvas and making it worth a glance or fourteen;

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Jun 19, 2016

Jun 19, 2016 at 5:28 PM UTC

anonymous_verse

I'm not sure what it is

It's navy-night streaked with dusty stars and cold sand creeping into places I'd much rather be. It's arms streaked with bits of you as entity glows in fickle-firewood-flare and your hands eversearching and my hands eversearching for all that is you in abundance. It's the milkyway in your blue eyes and the ocean in your smile. Every small beauty you notice. How every strand of freedom on your luscious head tells a story of the truthfulness one finds in people when they don't notice. It's your voice - and imagine strings - goosing up my skin. It's darker and it's glowing and it's further and we don't really need the half-light so we wet our feet but it should be colder but it isn't. It's almost there and actually there and you're lovely here. It's falling asleep at nine-eleven-two-four, waking up in between and having you to fill. It's the last draw of lips and your condensation on my neck. How you should be wrapped tighter-untilthegapsareallgone. How I'd trace every dip and rise, the lines that make the muse and kiss Until exhaustion closes. Your chestful echoes deeper Your butterfleyes fluttering closed It's feeling you Splitter-splatter-splutter Your story onto this stained canvas and making it worth a glance or fourteen;

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Eating alphabet soup-- with mind-bent spoons... goosing bumps piggyback, skinny dipping. Spectatorship's: know thy shelf. Ill-placed. Scarlet letter bib, cold-footed baby steps...vomitous nerves, stage fright. Pregnant pauses--flaccid deflation, upon a falsely infirm plane. Dubbed drainingly impassioned, by peer rear-views.

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Mar 20, 2017

Mar 20, 2017 at 2:15 AM UTC

Onoma

Alphabet Soup

Eating alphabet soup-- with mind-bent spoons... goosing bumps piggyback, skinny dipping. Spectatorship's: know thy shelf. Ill-placed. Scarlet letter bib, cold-footed baby steps...vomitous nerves, stage fright. Pregnant pauses--flaccid deflation, upon a falsely infirm plane. Dubbed drainingly impassioned, by peer rear-views.

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