"gymnopedie" poems - Hello Poetry

"The best memories are like overplayed mixtapes: they lose clarity and detail over time, yet they seem to sound better the older they get." We listen to the fourth round of Trois Gymnopedies on our break from the second round of ********** Our limbs entwined, in part because we like it partly because we're stuck together by sweat and-- The air is thick with scents foul and fragrant as furniture music fills the gaps in between Every breath stalls to anticipate the notes fingers twitch slightly on the downbeat Ten minutes ago, we made our own music Ten minutes ago, we were in perfect harmony She stares at the ceiling as I stare on her lips I watch her mumble the lyrics Satie never wrote: *A pack of cigarettes, a pack of cigarettes Could you please buy from the store?* We're taken over by uncontrollable laughter as uncontrollable as the trembling when we came She shifts to her side, and my arms are freed I stand and pick my jeans from the floor I take my time buttoning up my shirt, soaking in the view before I run the errand She lies naked still, as I put a jacket on I leave on the fifth round of the Gymnopedie

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Feb 27, 2014

Feb 27, 2014 at 1:51 PM UTC

pearls-of-white

Mixtapes I

"The best memories are like overplayed mixtapes: they lose clarity and detail over time, yet they seem to sound better the older they get." We listen to the fourth round of Trois Gymnopedies on our break from the second round of ********** Our limbs entwined, in part because we like it partly because we're stuck together by sweat and-- The air is thick with scents foul and fragrant as furniture music fills the gaps in between Every breath stalls to anticipate the notes fingers twitch slightly on the downbeat Ten minutes ago, we made our own music Ten minutes ago, we were in perfect harmony She stares at the ceiling as I stare on her lips I watch her mumble the lyrics Satie never wrote: *A pack of cigarettes, a pack of cigarettes Could you please buy from the store?* We're taken over by uncontrollable laughter as uncontrollable as the trembling when we came She shifts to her side, and my arms are freed I stand and pick my jeans from the floor I take my time buttoning up my shirt, soaking in the view before I run the errand She lies naked still, as I put a jacket on I leave on the fifth round of the Gymnopedie

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Memories like faded Monet’s windswept pastels and periwinkles permeate into one hour. The Blue Hour... the hour lost in the world of egg yolks Pirouetting the equator line that divides the latitude that lusted for the sun, the stars, the cobalt sky. with solace it longed to be departed from The milk washed violet dreams where vigor seeks a meteoric silence that ushered Azure rays igniting light that cracks behind the clouds beaming whispers of secrets unveiling echoes of Gymnopedie No.1 As it dances in the breeze The wind doused by the rhythm of the pulsating waves by the indigo shore Deafens my senses Deafens me Deafens my world.

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Mar 27, 2014

Mar 27, 2014 at 11:44 PM UTC

firewalkwithme

L'heure Bleue

Memories like faded Monet’s windswept pastels and periwinkles permeate into one hour. The Blue Hour... the hour lost in the world of egg yolks Pirouetting the equator line that divides the latitude that lusted for the sun, the stars, the cobalt sky. with solace it longed to be departed from The milk washed violet dreams where vigor seeks a meteoric silence that ushered Azure rays igniting light that cracks behind the clouds beaming whispers of secrets unveiling echoes of Gymnopedie No.1 As it dances in the breeze The wind doused by the rhythm of the pulsating waves by the indigo shore Deafens my senses Deafens me Deafens my world.

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My home, your home Come home, our home Come home my sweet love Come home tonight Home Come home Home Our home Come home my sweet wife Come home tonight Loves Life Your Right You know I needed you here And its right You know I want you close Holding you tight All night Come home Love...

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Nov 13, 2019

Nov 13, 2019 at 1:04 AM UTC

u16102

Erik Satie's Gymnopedie No. 1: A Poetic Exposé

My home, your home Come home, our home Come home my sweet love Come home tonight Home Come home Home Our home Come home my sweet wife Come home tonight Loves Life Your Right You know I needed you here And its right You know I want you close Holding you tight All night Come home Love...

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Old radio occupies desolated shop, unmoved When it opens, transmission change from time to time, untamed Fuzzy haze filled the airwaves I still listen to its sounds Buzz, it says where have you been Buzz, it replied from business A short break from the DJ Here comes Gymnopedie 1 I played the keyboard, you're right Buzz, to another channel Conversation between me and unnamed friend as we dive Into the vastness of the universe. "We're not alone," I started, looking above. "We are just a grain of sand." "But where is everybody?" Pondered he, puffing smoke in the stillness of pitch darkness. I nodded, "maybe because Advanced civilizations sought to isolate themselves." White noise swallowed the broadcast I am here again sitting in the cobweb-covered shop Blur faces from the window Cars intersect, then part ways My body yearns for repose They say sleep rest our psyche But I know my wire so well Sleep does not rest my psyche My frequency pilgrimage Across the land, sea to sea I can hear the radio Constantly, halted to flee An unfamiliar station entered the box of audio At full volume, I'm all ears.

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Mar 27, 2025

Mar 27, 2025 at 11:49 PM UTC

Mivel

Radio station of maladaptive daydreamer

Old radio occupies desolated shop, unmoved When it opens, transmission change from time to time, untamed Fuzzy haze filled the airwaves I still listen to its sounds Buzz, it says where have you been Buzz, it replied from business A short break from the DJ Here comes Gymnopedie 1 I played the keyboard, you're right Buzz, to another channel Conversation between me and unnamed friend as we dive Into the vastness of the universe. "We're not alone," I started, looking above. "We are just a grain of sand." "But where is everybody?" Pondered he, puffing smoke in the stillness of pitch darkness. I nodded, "maybe because Advanced civilizations sought to isolate themselves." White noise swallowed the broadcast I am here again sitting in the cobweb-covered shop Blur faces from the window Cars intersect, then part ways My body yearns for repose They say sleep rest our psyche But I know my wire so well Sleep does not rest my psyche My frequency pilgrimage Across the land, sea to sea I can hear the radio Constantly, halted to flee An unfamiliar station entered the box of audio At full volume, I'm all ears.

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Gymnopedie Gymnopedie and rain I was born on a windowsill at midnight, Smoke flowering in my lungs and clawing at my lips The word rises and rises and rises and then slips And everything that I wanted Everything that I wanted to say, Was gone when the street light Gave itself over to the day Gymnopedie Gymnopedie and rain and rust I was born on the intersection of heroine and industrialism Fingers gripping cold steel, heaving my body up and over the city And we climb higher and higher and higher until the expansion looked pretty And everything that I wanted Everything that I wanted to be Became trapped in the rafters Trapped for an eternity Gymnopedie Gymnopedie and rain and rust and warmth I was born head-bent and spine snapped beneath his roomate's bed Indentations of a foreign language searing its history along my skin And the glow spreads and spreads and spreads within And everything that I wanted Everything that I wanted to do It all fell into place When I fell into you

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Jul 3, 2020

Jul 3, 2020 at 10:44 PM UTC

jamilah-price

Gymnopedie

Gymnopedie Gymnopedie and rain I was born on a windowsill at midnight, Smoke flowering in my lungs and clawing at my lips The word rises and rises and rises and then slips And everything that I wanted Everything that I wanted to say, Was gone when the street light Gave itself over to the day Gymnopedie Gymnopedie and rain and rust I was born on the intersection of heroine and industrialism Fingers gripping cold steel, heaving my body up and over the city And we climb higher and higher and higher until the expansion looked pretty And everything that I wanted Everything that I wanted to be Became trapped in the rafters Trapped for an eternity Gymnopedie Gymnopedie and rain and rust and warmth I was born head-bent and spine snapped beneath his roomate's bed Indentations of a foreign language searing its history along my skin And the glow spreads and spreads and spreads within And everything that I wanted Everything that I wanted to do It all fell into place When I fell into you

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