"heliotropic" poems - Hello Poetry

My position is distant My path discursive My equality punctured Set back, tortured My corpse is painted My rainbow is tainted My bones are contracting My skin is cracking A knowledge abductions Formed with childish seduction Leaving me Foam on the Dead Sea Holding back The tears of the seldom heard Holding back The worst kind of words I'm heliotropic Turning, turning, turning My soporific voice Is dying, dying, dying Like a suicide survivor Submerging ever higher Schizophrenic priestess Nepotistic phantom I'm sand

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Nov 4, 2012

Nov 4, 2012 at 1:02 PM UTC

galaxy-lineberger

Sand

My position is distant My path discursive My equality punctured Set back, tortured My corpse is painted My rainbow is tainted My bones are contracting My skin is cracking A knowledge abductions Formed with childish seduction Leaving me Foam on the Dead Sea Holding back The tears of the seldom heard Holding back The worst kind of words I'm heliotropic Turning, turning, turning My soporific voice Is dying, dying, dying Like a suicide survivor Submerging ever higher Schizophrenic priestess Nepotistic phantom I'm sand

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Sleep is timed to the minute, my breaths let out lazy smoke icicles make goose bumps into paragraphs books written on my arms through yellow mist bare feet in the morning on my rooftops counting international planes in the sky. My migrant bones take to the sky, each moderate minute that passes by on my rooftops, increases the rawness of smoke like lung-fulls of lemon mist spewing a nebula of paragraphs. In the murk of paragraphs red papery ashes explode into the sky leaving a cloud of syllable mist. The last fragile minute reduces my shivers to smoke, a winter shell of shoulders on rooftops. Double exposed film across rooftops turn silhouettes into paragraphs, a congregation of vapours and smoke speaking soliloquies into the sky. I am minute, dissipating into canary mist. Billows of ocean mist make my fingers melancholy on rooftops where a tidal minute freezes salty foam paragraphs a vacation from the sky, my mossy perch and violet smoke. Heliotropic smoke spirals against dense mist; fine rain blinding the sky soaking lemonade rooftops. My bed of paragraphs curls into an illegible minute. The lilac smoke in my eyes is almost minute. A mustard mist wrinkles the paragraphs, like the purple sky dropping over the rooftops.

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Feb 16, 2014

Feb 16, 2014 at 11:46 PM UTC

juliana

Sestina 2 - Mouths

Sleep is timed to the minute, my breaths let out lazy smoke icicles make goose bumps into paragraphs books written on my arms through yellow mist bare feet in the morning on my rooftops counting international planes in the sky. My migrant bones take to the sky, each moderate minute that passes by on my rooftops, increases the rawness of smoke like lung-fulls of lemon mist spewing a nebula of paragraphs. In the murk of paragraphs red papery ashes explode into the sky leaving a cloud of syllable mist. The last fragile minute reduces my shivers to smoke, a winter shell of shoulders on rooftops. Double exposed film across rooftops turn silhouettes into paragraphs, a congregation of vapours and smoke speaking soliloquies into the sky. I am minute, dissipating into canary mist. Billows of ocean mist make my fingers melancholy on rooftops where a tidal minute freezes salty foam paragraphs a vacation from the sky, my mossy perch and violet smoke. Heliotropic smoke spirals against dense mist; fine rain blinding the sky soaking lemonade rooftops. My bed of paragraphs curls into an illegible minute. The lilac smoke in my eyes is almost minute. A mustard mist wrinkles the paragraphs, like the purple sky dropping over the rooftops.

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The setting sun rises a little higher, settling deep into a heliotropic sandstorm. I wait on you, this black night like all other nights, find myself scattered by the distance.

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Jun 9, 2016

Jun 9, 2016 at 10:59 AM UTC

m-g-hsieh

Gegenschein

The setting sun rises a little higher, settling deep into a heliotropic sandstorm. I wait on you, this black night like all other nights, find myself scattered by the distance.

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Your lips are coloured fresh--- sepia in slow motion, downsome petals lilting grave whispers for me. Heliotropic eyes--- Emerald irises blossom, Spilling funeral psalms to lilied cheek and tongue. From ethers to earth your perfume traces vines from god to sacred dirt--- where our roots entwine.

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Nov 18, 2015

Nov 18, 2015 at 5:12 PM UTC

KintsugiLight

Lăcrămioară

Your lips are coloured fresh--- sepia in slow motion, downsome petals lilting grave whispers for me. Heliotropic eyes--- Emerald irises blossom, Spilling funeral psalms to lilied cheek and tongue. From ethers to earth your perfume traces vines from god to sacred dirt--- where our roots entwine.

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