"insync" poems - Hello Poetry

Hippin and hop insync Dub'n on a slip disc...... inc Boyz on a spliffdrift blink Neighbours heard a sound Da beat of a town Running on gold and bling Players on a pound of bullets One man down Millimetre round DEAF in a sound of bullets Sherrif''s no clown Laying it down The law''s gonna beat you Pound for pound Players on a round of Bullets One man down Millimetre sound DEAD in a pound of Bullets

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Aug 1, 2018

Aug 1, 2018 at 10:26 AM UTC

DMC

DeafD in a sound of bullets

Hippin and hop insync Dub'n on a slip disc...... inc Boyz on a spliffdrift blink Neighbours heard a sound Da beat of a town Running on gold and bling Players on a pound of bullets One man down Millimetre round DEAF in a sound of bullets Sherrif''s no clown Laying it down The law''s gonna beat you Pound for pound Players on a round of Bullets One man down Millimetre sound DEAD in a pound of Bullets

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What do you do when the world comes crashing down on you? What do you think is the best way to go about it? I don't always know what to do when it's unexpected I just go with the rhythm of the beat of the bass drum Feel the wind in my hair and dance to the weight of the freedom I just let the butterflies take flight, such beautiful insight Watch the heat of the moment ignite with the passion of magics bright light Life is short Life is fast Life can be humdrum I've seen my worst, I've tried my best and still suffer from confusion I know my type, I know the pain I feel insync, but I've lost my brain All at once, I've paid my dues Pushed my limit and had everything to lose Such a wonderful kind of enchanted mind of being lost and being wrong And I laugh it off with a silly smurk A sarcastic joke because I've been hurt And I might not be right where I want to... But I'm where I'm at and absolutley love where I've been

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Jan 12, 2013

Jan 12, 2013 at 1:36 AM UTC

Caz

Dancing in the Moment

What do you do when the world comes crashing down on you? What do you think is the best way to go about it? I don't always know what to do when it's unexpected I just go with the rhythm of the beat of the bass drum Feel the wind in my hair and dance to the weight of the freedom I just let the butterflies take flight, such beautiful insight Watch the heat of the moment ignite with the passion of magics bright light Life is short Life is fast Life can be humdrum I've seen my worst, I've tried my best and still suffer from confusion I know my type, I know the pain I feel insync, but I've lost my brain All at once, I've paid my dues Pushed my limit and had everything to lose Such a wonderful kind of enchanted mind of being lost and being wrong And I laugh it off with a silly smurk A sarcastic joke because I've been hurt And I might not be right where I want to... But I'm where I'm at and absolutley love where I've been

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Crooked fingers grasp, A nearing empty bottle in my left hand. Your hand, Loosely gripped in my right. The cigarette that hangs from my cracked lips, We'll follow into the night. Seventeen years too old, Left looking for cheap thrills. Waiting for an early death to unfold, Brought on by unprescripted, Prescription pills. It's cliche and ******** But all I can write about is unsatisfactory coffee, And harsh, stale, half-lit cigarettes. My thoughts and hands are not insync, Like when my own hands stopped me from drowing in the kitchen sink.

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Oct 24, 2013

Oct 24, 2013 at 8:11 PM UTC

ryan-topez

Unprescripted Prescription Pills

Crooked fingers grasp, A nearing empty bottle in my left hand. Your hand, Loosely gripped in my right. The cigarette that hangs from my cracked lips, We'll follow into the night. Seventeen years too old, Left looking for cheap thrills. Waiting for an early death to unfold, Brought on by unprescripted, Prescription pills. It's cliche and ******** But all I can write about is unsatisfactory coffee, And harsh, stale, half-lit cigarettes. My thoughts and hands are not insync, Like when my own hands stopped me from drowing in the kitchen sink.

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a sudden Bonanza viz ****** abuse among faux Green Acres within Mayberry RFD now spells showtime for The Avengers, Batman and Robin to Get Smart take to heart (what haint no new bob bing beast), those perpetrators to forsake their Good Times yet, who determines what constitutes, and how to differentiate mere kibitzing from unwanted overtures though most people would concur when definitive, tangible, verbal assault occurs, spoiling future Happy Days, yet numerous incidents *** hide from clear cut serious offences indeed) rather when details appear nebulous, sketchy, vague, et cetera defy categorization, giving benefit of doubt to females or males in question claiming harrassment, especially when minors testify as adults, asper major gross indignties (such as pedofilia, date, incestuous, statutory **** ****** et cetera committed), that occurred years or decades ex post facto sans molestation, said time delayed contention must be taken at face value without fail informing a jury retroactive justice must be must be handed down to the accuser blatantly, flagrantly, flaunting illegality, hence fair sentence accordingly adjudicated insync decreed capital crime abrogated child welfare, defiling and permanently affecting emotional well being of said underage youths, as best one to compensate aggrieved subjects must purge abominable categorical imperative asper deliberate wanton (I soup pose), tricked, mislead, forced to participate unwillingly risking mental, physical and spiritual health of innocent kid imposing unforgivable, horrible, execrable misdeeds irrevocably damaging Lassie or laddie, which indelibly foisted battering, whereby even Doctor Marcys Welby M.D. unable to mend condemning sufferer to psychological Mash pit triggering Maude lin while Knot's Landing flooded.

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Nov 19, 2017

Nov 19, 2017 at 7:59 PM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

Violation of Body Electric – Beyond Flattery, Where Victimhood Prevails

a sudden Bonanza viz ****** abuse among faux Green Acres within Mayberry RFD now spells showtime for The Avengers, Batman and Robin to Get Smart take to heart (what haint no new bob bing beast), those perpetrators to forsake their Good Times yet, who determines what constitutes, and how to differentiate mere kibitzing from unwanted overtures though most people would concur when definitive, tangible, verbal assault occurs, spoiling future Happy Days, yet numerous incidents *** hide from clear cut serious offences indeed) rather when details appear nebulous, sketchy, vague, et cetera defy categorization, giving benefit of doubt to females or males in question claiming harrassment, especially when minors testify as adults, asper major gross indignties (such as pedofilia, date, incestuous, statutory **** ****** et cetera committed), that occurred years or decades ex post facto sans molestation, said time delayed contention must be taken at face value without fail informing a jury retroactive justice must be must be handed down to the accuser blatantly, flagrantly, flaunting illegality, hence fair sentence accordingly adjudicated insync decreed capital crime abrogated child welfare, defiling and permanently affecting emotional well being of said underage youths, as best one to compensate aggrieved subjects must purge abominable categorical imperative asper deliberate wanton (I soup pose), tricked, mislead, forced to participate unwillingly risking mental, physical and spiritual health of innocent kid imposing unforgivable, horrible, execrable misdeeds irrevocably damaging Lassie or laddie, which indelibly foisted battering, whereby even Doctor Marcys Welby M.D. unable to mend condemning sufferer to psychological Mash pit triggering Maude lin while Knot's Landing flooded.

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The desire to have sweet, beautiful, slow, deep *** with someone is overwhelming me. To take our time and be able to enjoy the experience, to have our bodies intertwine. I feel like I could have *** a million times before I get to find that, because nowadays everyone is always in a rush.

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Jul 20, 2014

Jul 20, 2014 at 4:14 PM UTC

lloyd-johnson

InSync

The desire to have sweet, beautiful, slow, deep *** with someone is overwhelming me. To take our time and be able to enjoy the experience, to have our bodies intertwine. I feel like I could have *** a million times before I get to find that, because nowadays everyone is always in a rush.

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I cannot stop thinking about your body next to mine, molding the thought of you into my side. Your breaths insync with mine; your heart beating with mine. My thoughts retracing the nights when your body was mine.

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Jun 21, 2015

Jun 21, 2015 at 2:42 PM UTC

skai

Mine

I cannot stop thinking about your body next to mine, molding the thought of you into my side. Your breaths insync with mine; your heart beating with mine. My thoughts retracing the nights when your body was mine.

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Two birds sat in a cage Young and wild at heart To only partake as simple acquaintances Only to know this was not done by chance It's a bond of the heart A natural music of trance An every morning beauty awakened as souls sing perfectly insync To be so perfect truly was the affect. But one perfect day turned so bleak .. When this cage that made up their world was left open and out fled her forever without hesitation just a constant flutter along with a good bye carnation.. She sits now alone for days within her open cage only staring at her flower waiting now for her lost forever with no movements only the quietest sigh as she purtches up alone on one leg and forces herself to sleep.. Two birds hopeless Once insync .. With that a promise to never let go.. With no known return for my poor forever bird .. alone she must stay.. saddens my heart as a tear drops for a forever love to be broken apart from a world thats so true and beautifully wrecked .. poor bird please be strong don't let go . please don't tell me you won't stay with me that it won't be too long. © Jenn Linh

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Jul 30, 2017

Jul 30, 2017 at 2:15 AM UTC

jenn-linh

Forever hers

Two birds sat in a cage Young and wild at heart To only partake as simple acquaintances Only to know this was not done by chance It's a bond of the heart A natural music of trance An every morning beauty awakened as souls sing perfectly insync To be so perfect truly was the affect. But one perfect day turned so bleak .. When this cage that made up their world was left open and out fled her forever without hesitation just a constant flutter along with a good bye carnation.. She sits now alone for days within her open cage only staring at her flower waiting now for her lost forever with no movements only the quietest sigh as she purtches up alone on one leg and forces herself to sleep.. Two birds hopeless Once insync .. With that a promise to never let go.. With no known return for my poor forever bird .. alone she must stay.. saddens my heart as a tear drops for a forever love to be broken apart from a world thats so true and beautifully wrecked .. poor bird please be strong don't let go . please don't tell me you won't stay with me that it won't be too long. © Jenn Linh

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My parts are dismantled They lay scattered Occupying the corners in this empty house So sometimes it's not that lonely My lungs are deflated I think a kid came around wanting to play and kicked it way too hard Nobody knows this But everytime I move or breathe My nerves scream or hold their breath Because about two nights ago I layed parallel to the white dotted line on the street I meant to get up but I thought that if I tried hard enough, I could communicate telepathically with the stars and then maybe get closer to heaven The wheels of a truck made me one with the earth for about 6 seconds And because my anatomy is empty and numb The fingers of my ribs caved in Like the roof of a house built around a broken family I got popcorn for a horror movie marathon I couldn't sleep for weeks thereafter because sometimes even if I shut my eyes so tight I exposed every wrinkle Or blocked my ears so much that I caused an imbalance in the pressure I could still see and hear the images and the voices Present day: It's raining outside And I don't know if it's because Of the insync instrumentals of the raindrops hitting the floor at different frequencies, almost like a lullaby Just like the time when it was just you and I When all we had planned to do was sweet nothings And sometimes, if I was lucky I'd hear you sing too But it's days like these when your absence makes my house tremble and sometimes even shatters a window But then the grey skies slowly break And it is as if a servant had opened up the palace doors to make way for the King The Sun tears the mirage And tells me That it wasn't the kid You took all the air along with you when you left It wasn't a truck When your foot kissed the hard ground just outside the door, it heard the deafening cracks form their way across my structure I am empty because I gave you glasses half full It was not a horror movie It was images of you being too far gone And your voice Like a broken record saying Love isn't always enough

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Nov 14, 2016

Nov 14, 2016 at 10:34 AM UTC

ZCohen

3:17 am

My parts are dismantled They lay scattered Occupying the corners in this empty house So sometimes it's not that lonely My lungs are deflated I think a kid came around wanting to play and kicked it way too hard Nobody knows this But everytime I move or breathe My nerves scream or hold their breath Because about two nights ago I layed parallel to the white dotted line on the street I meant to get up but I thought that if I tried hard enough, I could communicate telepathically with the stars and then maybe get closer to heaven The wheels of a truck made me one with the earth for about 6 seconds And because my anatomy is empty and numb The fingers of my ribs caved in Like the roof of a house built around a broken family I got popcorn for a horror movie marathon I couldn't sleep for weeks thereafter because sometimes even if I shut my eyes so tight I exposed every wrinkle Or blocked my ears so much that I caused an imbalance in the pressure I could still see and hear the images and the voices Present day: It's raining outside And I don't know if it's because Of the insync instrumentals of the raindrops hitting the floor at different frequencies, almost like a lullaby Just like the time when it was just you and I When all we had planned to do was sweet nothings And sometimes, if I was lucky I'd hear you sing too But it's days like these when your absence makes my house tremble and sometimes even shatters a window But then the grey skies slowly break And it is as if a servant had opened up the palace doors to make way for the King The Sun tears the mirage And tells me That it wasn't the kid You took all the air along with you when you left It wasn't a truck When your foot kissed the hard ground just outside the door, it heard the deafening cracks form their way across my structure I am empty because I gave you glasses half full It was not a horror movie It was images of you being too far gone And your voice Like a broken record saying Love isn't always enough

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After most recent shower, and particularly washing hair (then shaking head analogous to sopping wet dog drying her/himself after a bath), I immediately said helloo to Long lasting fragrance Suave essentials Daily Clarifying Deep cleansing Shampoo, which permeated mine scalp facilitating healthy follicles. More so frothy lather upon noggin after getting rinsed out yielded bounteous, luscious, luxurious, and marvelous full bodied tresses reminiscent when yours truly an adolescent, a veritable long haired pencil necked geek whose hirsute trademark still characterizes atypical sexagenarian above mentioned characteristic still (after scores of years) emblematic of this enigmatic poetaster. Ever since being in utero soon after seminal fusion insync with fallopian tube bearing ova begot zygote courtesy said gametes, and engendered silent boom after piercing zona pellucida creating microscopic flume, nevertheless collection of cells coalescing into embryo eventually manifesting into yours truly, I painstakingly took minuscule comb and brush to groom, and dreaded most fearfully being locked, where pair of outsize scissors did loom threatening to cut thick, what could best be envisioned analogous to imperceptible fancy plume hich features specific feature drew medical community (i.e. namely human reproductive specialists) constituted extensive expanse within blastocyst very limited room crowd sourcing out rivaling curious onlookers formerly geared up to espy King Tutankhamun's tomb can you dear reader believe a hairy globule within the womb became global attraction viz - of a young fecund Harriet Harris, cuz about nine months later out the birth canal I did zoom.

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Dec 15, 2021

Dec 15, 2021 at 7:01 PM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

Quirky suave Unitarian

After most recent shower, and particularly washing hair (then shaking head analogous to sopping wet dog drying her/himself after a bath), I immediately said helloo to Long lasting fragrance Suave essentials Daily Clarifying Deep cleansing Shampoo, which permeated mine scalp facilitating healthy follicles. More so frothy lather upon noggin after getting rinsed out yielded bounteous, luscious, luxurious, and marvelous full bodied tresses reminiscent when yours truly an adolescent, a veritable long haired pencil necked geek whose hirsute trademark still characterizes atypical sexagenarian above mentioned characteristic still (after scores of years) emblematic of this enigmatic poetaster. Ever since being in utero soon after seminal fusion insync with fallopian tube bearing ova begot zygote courtesy said gametes, and engendered silent boom after piercing zona pellucida creating microscopic flume, nevertheless collection of cells coalescing into embryo eventually manifesting into yours truly, I painstakingly took minuscule comb and brush to groom, and dreaded most fearfully being locked, where pair of outsize scissors did loom threatening to cut thick, what could best be envisioned analogous to imperceptible fancy plume hich features specific feature drew medical community (i.e. namely human reproductive specialists) constituted extensive expanse within blastocyst very limited room crowd sourcing out rivaling curious onlookers formerly geared up to espy King Tutankhamun's tomb can you dear reader believe a hairy globule within the womb became global attraction viz - of a young fecund Harriet Harris, cuz about nine months later out the birth canal I did zoom.

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