"huma" poems - Hello Poetry

kiss me with mango sherbet in your mouth and sticky orange tinted lips these car tires are growing old but I am young with three dimples on my face callouses on my fingertips of my left hand stop with the 'you're scared' in which century does refusal amount to fear liberation by the pen drawings on my hand consumes me individuality is not dead I am here with fiery intent occasionally lost in a girly figure with a small waist and awkward ankles don't dance alone dance a soliloquy like the bruise on my neck (labors of love are not merely towards humans)

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Aug 27, 2015

Aug 27, 2015 at 11:12 PM UTC

sweet-ridicule

try again

kiss me with mango sherbet in your mouth and sticky orange tinted lips these car tires are growing old but I am young with three dimples on my face callouses on my fingertips of my left hand stop with the 'you're scared' in which century does refusal amount to fear liberation by the pen drawings on my hand consumes me individuality is not dead I am here with fiery intent occasionally lost in a girly figure with a small waist and awkward ankles don't dance alone dance a soliloquy like the bruise on my neck (labors of love are not merely towards humans)

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Now: in World News Syria has been hit with Chemical bombs by Russian aircrafts no consequence violation of human and of human and of rights and wrongs? Next: in World News Palestine received some 10 Bombings on civilian areas no consequence violation of human and of human and of rights and wrongs? Shells Dropped on children on children on children play in the rubble as they bleed what an image of Innocence! and of human and of rights and of wrongs of human human huma hum hu h Hatred is a Natural emotion experienced by the rich and powerful Scientists Psychologists Doctors Academics confirm this Again: in World War News no comment no consequence violation human rights - Take a left And our reporter tells us you'll see safety in the west wings taking flight over dead bodies truly this is the world of -

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Aug 20, 2016

Aug 20, 2016 at 8:05 AM UTC

estherrr

Of what?

Now: in World News Syria has been hit with Chemical bombs by Russian aircrafts no consequence violation of human and of human and of rights and wrongs? Next: in World News Palestine received some 10 Bombings on civilian areas no consequence violation of human and of human and of rights and wrongs? Shells Dropped on children on children on children play in the rubble as they bleed what an image of Innocence! and of human and of rights and of wrongs of human human huma hum hu h Hatred is a Natural emotion experienced by the rich and powerful Scientists Psychologists Doctors Academics confirm this Again: in World War News no comment no consequence violation human rights - Take a left And our reporter tells us you'll see safety in the west wings taking flight over dead bodies truly this is the world of -

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No-one Can take My mind Away from me It is mine My thoughts Are Mine Original Owned By Me Mine No matter How packaged Sanitised Distributed Celebrated Derided Ignored Amplified or erased… They emanate from the spongy connected cosmic receptor Between my ears My mind Inhabits my skull Pervades My fleshy Bony Hairy ****** Sinewy Watery Bilious Humanity My humanity Humanit Humani Human Huma Hum Hm Hmm Hmmm Hmmmm Hmmm Hmm Hm H

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Dec 11, 2015

Dec 11, 2015 at 5:51 PM UTC

commuter-poet

Mind work

No-one Can take My mind Away from me It is mine My thoughts Are Mine Original Owned By Me Mine No matter How packaged Sanitised Distributed Celebrated Derided Ignored Amplified or erased… They emanate from the spongy connected cosmic receptor Between my ears My mind Inhabits my skull Pervades My fleshy Bony Hairy ****** Sinewy Watery Bilious Humanity My humanity Humanit Humani Human Huma Hum Hm Hmm Hmmm Hmmmm Hmmm Hmm Hm H

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I - the Devil & she's the devil's fav. poem that i rejoice throttling deep down into the suchness of words with the huma of love & the pleasure of wot? - written & rune 'pon the parchment of HER world.

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Dec 8, 2019

Dec 8, 2019 at 12:36 AM UTC

shivaum

Devil's fav. Poem

I - the Devil & she's the devil's fav. poem that i rejoice throttling deep down into the suchness of words with the huma of love & the pleasure of wot? - written & rune 'pon the parchment of HER world.

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Fluctuaba el brillo anaranjado del tubular fuego en mi mano, fluctuaba con y como el viento, que a bocanadas soplaba como mis entrañas ese blanco residual. Cada ráfaga hacía pitar cada orificio por el que se escurría, como el huma vicioso al pitar, consumiendo la llama, hasta quemar las yemas. El extremo fogoso parecía ser empujado por dos fuerzas: el viento, y mis ganas de ahogarme hasta marearme. Esa misma ***** se desquebrajaba y hacía parte del tiempo cada vez más rápido. La piedra caliza que ese animal escupía se acumulaba de lado de mis pies, aparentemenate áspera y rígida, pero a una distracción de hacerse el más fino polvo. Su relieve rocoso, permeado por surcos me dejó caer en aquel paisaje desolado. Desterrado de tus caminos, lagos, cerros y valles. Desearía cambiar toda la nieve a mi alrededor por sofocarme nuevamente en tu calor. Poder hacerme uno con el sol, y aliviarme con la brisa marina, viento. Viento que ya no alivia, y en cambio aviva el calor nuestra llama, quema los dedos, quema el alma.

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Mar 29, 2019

Mar 29, 2019 at 8:13 PM UTC

Gonzalitu

Untitled

Fluctuaba el brillo anaranjado del tubular fuego en mi mano, fluctuaba con y como el viento, que a bocanadas soplaba como mis entrañas ese blanco residual. Cada ráfaga hacía pitar cada orificio por el que se escurría, como el huma vicioso al pitar, consumiendo la llama, hasta quemar las yemas. El extremo fogoso parecía ser empujado por dos fuerzas: el viento, y mis ganas de ahogarme hasta marearme. Esa misma ***** se desquebrajaba y hacía parte del tiempo cada vez más rápido. La piedra caliza que ese animal escupía se acumulaba de lado de mis pies, aparentemenate áspera y rígida, pero a una distracción de hacerse el más fino polvo. Su relieve rocoso, permeado por surcos me dejó caer en aquel paisaje desolado. Desterrado de tus caminos, lagos, cerros y valles. Desearía cambiar toda la nieve a mi alrededor por sofocarme nuevamente en tu calor. Poder hacerme uno con el sol, y aliviarme con la brisa marina, viento. Viento que ya no alivia, y en cambio aviva el calor nuestra llama, quema los dedos, quema el alma.

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