"irreplaceably" poems - Hello Poetry

Within my body is a bird's perch and you've gone and fluttered your way into my heart, making your nest of love and memories. Your song's sweet notes float their way into my soul and make me hum a song of longing. You've made a home in my heart, dear, and I've grown so accustomed to you that you've become a part of me now. My ribs exist to protect you, not my fragile heart. My veins carry your melody like oxygen, my lungs and heart have moved to integrate you into the synergy of my chest. The effects of your presence are permanent, there is no undoing your being. There is no going back. My love has gone out to you, irretrievably, irreplaceably, unconditionally. And even now, my body is already sore, anticipating and dreading the day you fly away. It aches in fear of you wrenching your home from my ribs, shattering the protection I've maintained for you. The shards of my bones and the splinters of your nest will forever remain embedded within my flesh and my mind for all of eternity. You may decide one day that you want to return home, and I will split open these bones of mine once again, just to welcome you back. But you might not want to come back, however. And in that case just know that you live on; in my mind forever loved and remembered. This pierced heart will always beat to your rhythm, your song will always flow through my veins. My flesh will always remember the touch of yours. Know that within your own ability to fly, you gave me wings. As you've grown over time, I've grown as well. Just know that I will always hum your song to comfort and heal myself, even as you flutter away and I clutch at my chest and my sheets while a note of hope rises in my throat. "I have this breath and I hold it tight, to keep it in my chest with all my might, I pray to god this breath will last, even as it pushes past my lips as I... gasp."

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Nov 24, 2014

Nov 24, 2014 at 6:01 PM UTC

harshhappens

Birdsong x Between Two Lungs

Within my body is a bird's perch and you've gone and fluttered your way into my heart, making your nest of love and memories. Your song's sweet notes float their way into my soul and make me hum a song of longing. You've made a home in my heart, dear, and I've grown so accustomed to you that you've become a part of me now. My ribs exist to protect you, not my fragile heart. My veins carry your melody like oxygen, my lungs and heart have moved to integrate you into the synergy of my chest. The effects of your presence are permanent, there is no undoing your being. There is no going back. My love has gone out to you, irretrievably, irreplaceably, unconditionally. And even now, my body is already sore, anticipating and dreading the day you fly away. It aches in fear of you wrenching your home from my ribs, shattering the protection I've maintained for you. The shards of my bones and the splinters of your nest will forever remain embedded within my flesh and my mind for all of eternity. You may decide one day that you want to return home, and I will split open these bones of mine once again, just to welcome you back. But you might not want to come back, however. And in that case just know that you live on; in my mind forever loved and remembered. This pierced heart will always beat to your rhythm, your song will always flow through my veins. My flesh will always remember the touch of yours. Know that within your own ability to fly, you gave me wings. As you've grown over time, I've grown as well. Just know that I will always hum your song to comfort and heal myself, even as you flutter away and I clutch at my chest and my sheets while a note of hope rises in my throat. "I have this breath and I hold it tight, to keep it in my chest with all my might, I pray to god this breath will last, even as it pushes past my lips as I... gasp."

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Death has a name and He plays a game with me every day Tick tock the time on the clock is just a minute closer for the clock to stop ticking Death, my old friend you're just mocking me Running His finger around the clock and He Just Keeps Ticking Spilling precious seconds of bliss instantaneously like they weren't irreplaceably valuable Dragging out months of misery full of tragedies that aren't in any way malleable Death my old friend why don't you just give me a hand So your time-keeping can end and I can just be as I am

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Feb 21, 2017

Feb 21, 2017 at 12:51 AM UTC

emmaline

Tock Tick

Death has a name and He plays a game with me every day Tick tock the time on the clock is just a minute closer for the clock to stop ticking Death, my old friend you're just mocking me Running His finger around the clock and He Just Keeps Ticking Spilling precious seconds of bliss instantaneously like they weren't irreplaceably valuable Dragging out months of misery full of tragedies that aren't in any way malleable Death my old friend why don't you just give me a hand So your time-keeping can end and I can just be as I am

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Dear friend As tacked on plastic stars lazily glow on my ceiling and I listen to your mixtape I'm reminded once again of how irreplaceably broken I am, but his time, I am truly alone and no amount of fermented fruit or ***** fumes is going to let me forget. Dear friend Out of everyone on this corrupt earth I never thought it'd be you We held our tongues in the back of class Now I hold my tongue when I see your face They've done this to me before, so that does not surprise me But this time it's so much worse, because I've clearly lost you Dear friend I don't know why you changed, or what I did wrong and when I asked you didn't seem to know either But I've heard that you don't really care any more but your drawing smiles at me from my witnessing walls I don't know whether I should take it away or leave it. Dear friend My eyes ran until it hurt to shed more tears and my cheeks became salty streams drops, like splatters of blood, littered my dark dress It seemed that I cried Until the whole of me was drenched The sorrow soaking through my soul Absorbed by my skin Dripping from every single hair. Dear friend The fact that you have left me hurts more than any of my wounds Even when the boys put me back on the shelf, broken, I'd half expected it But you? Never. I'm glad I didn't see this coming though, because then I probably would've given in a long time ago. Dear friend Each time I see your photos, my skin forms new bruises, purple and swirled like your painting of the galaxy. And when you avert your gaze, I feel pinches in my skin The idea of no longer holding your respect physically pains me, sickens me. I didn't get out of bed. I was going to end it all, but I promised myself that whatever was happening wasn't But it is Dear friend I sound like I've come out of a bad break up- a ****** ex or clingy soul But the truth is, I valued your friendship more than anything, and it is the loss of it that continues to be the broken glass beneath my bare, swollen feet. If you read this and laugh, or show it to the others If you say I'm overreacting, or attention seeking If you don't believe a word I've written Then let me give up on this friendship without further torment.

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Oct 29, 2014

Oct 29, 2014 at 9:28 AM UTC

kite

Dear friend

Dear friend As tacked on plastic stars lazily glow on my ceiling and I listen to your mixtape I'm reminded once again of how irreplaceably broken I am, but his time, I am truly alone and no amount of fermented fruit or ***** fumes is going to let me forget. Dear friend Out of everyone on this corrupt earth I never thought it'd be you We held our tongues in the back of class Now I hold my tongue when I see your face They've done this to me before, so that does not surprise me But this time it's so much worse, because I've clearly lost you Dear friend I don't know why you changed, or what I did wrong and when I asked you didn't seem to know either But I've heard that you don't really care any more but your drawing smiles at me from my witnessing walls I don't know whether I should take it away or leave it. Dear friend My eyes ran until it hurt to shed more tears and my cheeks became salty streams drops, like splatters of blood, littered my dark dress It seemed that I cried Until the whole of me was drenched The sorrow soaking through my soul Absorbed by my skin Dripping from every single hair. Dear friend The fact that you have left me hurts more than any of my wounds Even when the boys put me back on the shelf, broken, I'd half expected it But you? Never. I'm glad I didn't see this coming though, because then I probably would've given in a long time ago. Dear friend Each time I see your photos, my skin forms new bruises, purple and swirled like your painting of the galaxy. And when you avert your gaze, I feel pinches in my skin The idea of no longer holding your respect physically pains me, sickens me. I didn't get out of bed. I was going to end it all, but I promised myself that whatever was happening wasn't But it is Dear friend I sound like I've come out of a bad break up- a ****** ex or clingy soul But the truth is, I valued your friendship more than anything, and it is the loss of it that continues to be the broken glass beneath my bare, swollen feet. If you read this and laugh, or show it to the others If you say I'm overreacting, or attention seeking If you don't believe a word I've written Then let me give up on this friendship without further torment.

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(Friendly Regal Adventurous Natured Klepto Irreplaceably, Eternal.) In my hands, From the beginning, To the end, Through the thick, And thin, You will always be my best friend, Till we meet again, My little man, My little guy. Nonpareil Strut Tank Excitable Inquisitive Noodle-butt

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Jul 1, 2024

Jul 1, 2024 at 10:11 AM UTC

CTIglesias

My Companion

(Friendly Regal Adventurous Natured Klepto Irreplaceably, Eternal.) In my hands, From the beginning, To the end, Through the thick, And thin, You will always be my best friend, Till we meet again, My little man, My little guy. Nonpareil Strut Tank Excitable Inquisitive Noodle-butt

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Heads, Heads, I want Heads, Smiling Heads, handshaking Heads, Heads full of dung, Heads hiding tons Heads that are scheming Always overseeing Heads that love licking Otherwise it's aching Heads making deals After the kills Heads who think sharp Their sycophants clap Heads making tails Heads growing nails Heads, Heads, I want... often you see them Making headlines 'working' for people and killing at night they are all smiling but covertly thriving apt in hard-quashing any dissenting voices! they speak of rights, they talk of justice they air confidence they paint rosy future you think 'His excellence, is irreplaceably nice.' that's exactly the thing they'd like to spread while they conspire and devise Heads, Heads... Smiling Heads, Heads with headgears Heads with less hair Heads with a cap Heads full of crap they come in varieties in suits or saris all of them are honey-tongued with daggers under their arms they are the looters they fear no other except the roars of united men. when the men assemble their thorns tremble and finally they pay with heads that were gay I want those Heads it's time for Heads enough of waiting it's so frustrating it's time for Heads We need to chop those heads off chopped Heads Head chops chopped heads Head chops I want heads warring Heads plotting Heads lying Heads looting Heads corrupting Heads Heads, Heads, those rotten Heads I want them chopped I want them Heads.

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Mar 11, 2019

Mar 11, 2019 at 4:15 PM UTC

rajib

Heads

Heads, Heads, I want Heads, Smiling Heads, handshaking Heads, Heads full of dung, Heads hiding tons Heads that are scheming Always overseeing Heads that love licking Otherwise it's aching Heads making deals After the kills Heads who think sharp Their sycophants clap Heads making tails Heads growing nails Heads, Heads, I want... often you see them Making headlines 'working' for people and killing at night they are all smiling but covertly thriving apt in hard-quashing any dissenting voices! they speak of rights, they talk of justice they air confidence they paint rosy future you think 'His excellence, is irreplaceably nice.' that's exactly the thing they'd like to spread while they conspire and devise Heads, Heads... Smiling Heads, Heads with headgears Heads with less hair Heads with a cap Heads full of crap they come in varieties in suits or saris all of them are honey-tongued with daggers under their arms they are the looters they fear no other except the roars of united men. when the men assemble their thorns tremble and finally they pay with heads that were gay I want those Heads it's time for Heads enough of waiting it's so frustrating it's time for Heads We need to chop those heads off chopped Heads Head chops chopped heads Head chops I want heads warring Heads plotting Heads lying Heads looting Heads corrupting Heads Heads, Heads, those rotten Heads I want them chopped I want them Heads.

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