"heavyset" poems - Hello Poetry

days pass like other days, just lullabies in single, you, and me, and the end of everything: how we had found thoughts, like life, unraveling, in that pristine and angular field, locked up- brilliant, crystalline, and in voices shaded pale cherry, some statement of ephemeral lust, no doubt; we've always been fools, holding ideals, far too grand for the size of our routine worries and, now, the clock's still claiming moments, the faucet hasn't lost it's gauze, yet, the radio's crackling paper moons, in sevenths, and, me, recalling a patchwork sentiment and, then, little charming you, you, you, you, you... made up of scattered electricity, you always leave me lost and drowning; drowning, drowning, drowning, and watching those soft-changing colours, through the drifting canopy as brine-soaked seafloors meander, take place, and me, falling, dreaming in shades of slow loss. so, good night to all the lovers, all the shimmering faces; to all the lights of the cities, all the pleading droplets of rain, all the shortwave signals, furrowing their ways up north, to all the heavyset expressions, long led goodbyes, all the sorrows, left a mess for so many years. good night, that is all, good night.

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Dec 27, 2012

Dec 27, 2012 at 10:02 AM UTC

tom-mccone

counting the draws

days pass like other days, just lullabies in single, you, and me, and the end of everything: how we had found thoughts, like life, unraveling, in that pristine and angular field, locked up- brilliant, crystalline, and in voices shaded pale cherry, some statement of ephemeral lust, no doubt; we've always been fools, holding ideals, far too grand for the size of our routine worries and, now, the clock's still claiming moments, the faucet hasn't lost it's gauze, yet, the radio's crackling paper moons, in sevenths, and, me, recalling a patchwork sentiment and, then, little charming you, you, you, you, you... made up of scattered electricity, you always leave me lost and drowning; drowning, drowning, drowning, and watching those soft-changing colours, through the drifting canopy as brine-soaked seafloors meander, take place, and me, falling, dreaming in shades of slow loss. so, good night to all the lovers, all the shimmering faces; to all the lights of the cities, all the pleading droplets of rain, all the shortwave signals, furrowing their ways up north, to all the heavyset expressions, long led goodbyes, all the sorrows, left a mess for so many years. good night, that is all, good night.

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4:00 a.m again. The bluegreen lanterns fly the sky, Guding me home. My eyes fall like bricks. Sinking into the water, The overflowing madness in my mind. Salted by the drops within my eyes. As the water begins to stir, My mind becomes a blur. Blackened liquid waves rage in a craze Winter winds blow. Send ice and snow. As i toss a match to set the wave Ablaze. This clawing red monster, I let her grow stronger. She takes my hand, Tell's me she'll show me the way. A turn of the wheel, A press of the foot, And all i know Turned to soot. And then my friend. That winter wind. Turns back the wheel once again. The ash and gloom, My blazing doom. Only the beast of my heavyset eyes. That bluegreen mist, lighting the skies. And those lanterns float, my guides. Tighten my grip on the wheel, While gently caressing the pedal. It's 4:01 a.m again.

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Nov 18, 2018

Nov 18, 2018 at 4:00 PM UTC

Popleocan

4:00 a.m

4:00 a.m again. The bluegreen lanterns fly the sky, Guding me home. My eyes fall like bricks. Sinking into the water, The overflowing madness in my mind. Salted by the drops within my eyes. As the water begins to stir, My mind becomes a blur. Blackened liquid waves rage in a craze Winter winds blow. Send ice and snow. As i toss a match to set the wave Ablaze. This clawing red monster, I let her grow stronger. She takes my hand, Tell's me she'll show me the way. A turn of the wheel, A press of the foot, And all i know Turned to soot. And then my friend. That winter wind. Turns back the wheel once again. The ash and gloom, My blazing doom. Only the beast of my heavyset eyes. That bluegreen mist, lighting the skies. And those lanterns float, my guides. Tighten my grip on the wheel, While gently caressing the pedal. It's 4:01 a.m again.

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Fix your posture, sit up straight Your smoker's cough, your wobbly gait Fix my problems, I'm a reprobate Find what I lost and compensate For 40 years nothing really changes In 100 years, mostly still the same 1000 years it feels barely gone Rearrange the furniture and carry on I saved your seat on the city bus I whispered "Please don't self-destruct" Amongst strangers I stared at the wall and wondered if I really knew you at all For 20 years you held on tightly Kept the faith, maybe wavered slightly In 40 years they'll still be deciding The differences are a change in lighting Lightning strikes in a fitful shake The world swirls in it's peaceful wake I felt stunned, even cast aside You looked vacant, dewey eyed Your mouth set, your words hating Your eyes wanting Only wanting Fear 1000 years make you feel clever I used to forget, now I remember Everything 100 years make you heavyset I used to remember, now I forget Everything but your eyes wanting Always wanting

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Feb 23, 2019

Feb 23, 2019 at 8:19 AM UTC

Ocean-Storm_Bayberry-Moon

Fix Your Posture

Fix your posture, sit up straight Your smoker's cough, your wobbly gait Fix my problems, I'm a reprobate Find what I lost and compensate For 40 years nothing really changes In 100 years, mostly still the same 1000 years it feels barely gone Rearrange the furniture and carry on I saved your seat on the city bus I whispered "Please don't self-destruct" Amongst strangers I stared at the wall and wondered if I really knew you at all For 20 years you held on tightly Kept the faith, maybe wavered slightly In 40 years they'll still be deciding The differences are a change in lighting Lightning strikes in a fitful shake The world swirls in it's peaceful wake I felt stunned, even cast aside You looked vacant, dewey eyed Your mouth set, your words hating Your eyes wanting Only wanting Fear 1000 years make you feel clever I used to forget, now I remember Everything 100 years make you heavyset I used to remember, now I forget Everything but your eyes wanting Always wanting

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