"laminar" poems - Hello Poetry

*Perfumed candle Laminar flame Flickering stave Casting shadows Puppets misbehave*

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Nov 16, 2011

Nov 16, 2011 at 4:39 AM UTC

john-ryles

Shadow Puppets (10word)

*Perfumed candle Laminar flame Flickering stave Casting shadows Puppets misbehave*

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Yet here I go... To put on a show, In these stanzas' rhymes I will stow, Creating this laminar flow, Stringing words together to form a sentence like an archipelago, Needing this poem like bread dough, Although I know it will never become a gateau, Nor a chocolate Bordeaux, It is more akin to a cheapo combo, Housing poultry clauses building a bordello, Impertinent this may seem like loving a guanaco, But what you will learn from this puppet show, *Is that not all poems have to rhyme, In order to flow.*

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Dec 9, 2015

Dec 9, 2015 at 9:17 PM UTC

bellie-boo

I'm not really good at poetry though,

Yet here I go... To put on a show, In these stanzas' rhymes I will stow, Creating this laminar flow, Stringing words together to form a sentence like an archipelago, Needing this poem like bread dough, Although I know it will never become a gateau, Nor a chocolate Bordeaux, It is more akin to a cheapo combo, Housing poultry clauses building a bordello, Impertinent this may seem like loving a guanaco, But what you will learn from this puppet show, *Is that not all poems have to rhyme, In order to flow.*

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My first cigarette was at twelve years old, under the climbing frame, after my turn on the monkey bars. My mate told me not to do it- he tried to take it off me but was too late. I’ve been trying to quit ever since. Soon after, that little climber discovered cider, yearned for something wider and ended up with alcohol poisoning by the end of the year. My first stand-up gig was Lee Mack. I was 13. I sat right at the back on the balcony and revelled in the happy faces below me. Ending with a slow motion impression of Eric Morecambe, I could’ve sworn it was the fastest hour of my life. I can’t believe I was So naïve. When I sat my first exam at sixteen, an hour seemed a minute. Crash forward to A-levels and I was being examined in a therapist’s office- how the tables had turned. Ticking boxes to be assessed and there’s no way I can pass this test because a high score can only mean very bad things. How can life be so virile, yet so lacking and sterile? I was told I’d find myself at uni But I’ve ended up losing myself at twenty.

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Jun 25, 2024

Jun 25, 2024 at 10:20 AM UTC

C-rachel

Laminar flow

My first cigarette was at twelve years old, under the climbing frame, after my turn on the monkey bars. My mate told me not to do it- he tried to take it off me but was too late. I’ve been trying to quit ever since. Soon after, that little climber discovered cider, yearned for something wider and ended up with alcohol poisoning by the end of the year. My first stand-up gig was Lee Mack. I was 13. I sat right at the back on the balcony and revelled in the happy faces below me. Ending with a slow motion impression of Eric Morecambe, I could’ve sworn it was the fastest hour of my life. I can’t believe I was So naïve. When I sat my first exam at sixteen, an hour seemed a minute. Crash forward to A-levels and I was being examined in a therapist’s office- how the tables had turned. Ticking boxes to be assessed and there’s no way I can pass this test because a high score can only mean very bad things. How can life be so virile, yet so lacking and sterile? I was told I’d find myself at uni But I’ve ended up losing myself at twenty.

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Like laminar flow of a river Streamline of commitment To be your darling I have engraved your name in my heart The garden of flowers I build Shall it be us For good Like a rock climbing pro Shall avoid cracks Because I love you I shall be as sober as a judge When creating memories together I have enormous love for you Do not know where to begin It has no end No, it can not erupt anywhere else As straight as an arrow Shall never look else where Its a language built for us

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Nov 4, 2024

Nov 4, 2024 at 5:43 AM UTC

Rosaswitten

Vent of Love

Like laminar flow of a river Streamline of commitment To be your darling I have engraved your name in my heart The garden of flowers I build Shall it be us For good Like a rock climbing pro Shall avoid cracks Because I love you I shall be as sober as a judge When creating memories together I have enormous love for you Do not know where to begin It has no end No, it can not erupt anywhere else As straight as an arrow Shall never look else where Its a language built for us

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If I take to my drill and tin snips, cut slits for my eyes in a bucket of galvanized steel; If I fashion from spent, inked aluminum plates the newspaper doesn't need anymore a flimsy laminar armour; If I stride donned in these and perhaps with a blade of splintering moulding left after the renovation into the yard to hack at the vile violet hyacinth blooms laying siege to the aging tulip, presuming to take the edge gardens by attrition, would you see as once you saw, my sweet Dulcinea, the quixotic buffoon so deep in delusion, so madly in love with you.

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Aug 5, 2019

Aug 5, 2019 at 6:01 PM UTC

uDevonBrock

Quixote

If I take to my drill and tin snips, cut slits for my eyes in a bucket of galvanized steel; If I fashion from spent, inked aluminum plates the newspaper doesn't need anymore a flimsy laminar armour; If I stride donned in these and perhaps with a blade of splintering moulding left after the renovation into the yard to hack at the vile violet hyacinth blooms laying siege to the aging tulip, presuming to take the edge gardens by attrition, would you see as once you saw, my sweet Dulcinea, the quixotic buffoon so deep in delusion, so madly in love with you.

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I am a girl Like a flowing river Sometimes laminar, Sometimes turbulent I am a girl Like a flowing river Sometimes cold, Sometimes warm Someone spits, Someone ***** on me Someone dilutes, Someone pollutes me But, you can’t question me the level of my purity Someone loves, Someone prays me Someone respects, Someone wishes me All I do for them is keeping my flow divine My birth and my death Reflect my serenity The rest of my life Reflects your entity So, you don’t have a right to question me I am a girl Like a flowing river.

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Oct 26, 2017

Oct 26, 2017 at 1:09 PM UTC

Pen9

River

I am a girl Like a flowing river Sometimes laminar, Sometimes turbulent I am a girl Like a flowing river Sometimes cold, Sometimes warm Someone spits, Someone ***** on me Someone dilutes, Someone pollutes me But, you can’t question me the level of my purity Someone loves, Someone prays me Someone respects, Someone wishes me All I do for them is keeping my flow divine My birth and my death Reflect my serenity The rest of my life Reflects your entity So, you don’t have a right to question me I am a girl Like a flowing river.

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even when i lived in barrels i was stung by pre-Euclidean geometries aping right angles, askew of a laminar flow of Time. even when i stutter like butter on a lightning bolt my collisions resolve dormancy wherever i evict a conspicuous ascetic tenet. i twist The End where The Beginning buds; and watch for spontaneous eruptions- for Origins, mapped to a powder keg with a damp fuse. [ it’s steam engines now… ] AND the moon’s belly is a bright eclipse clamor-locked in the beastly barrage of our tuneless arias… coping with despotic realities with aplomb; birthing sunshine from a myth mirror emblazoned where harm refracts exact moments- tumbling magnetic… as your eyes Yahtzee the Forbidden like a rogue. with blunt force Rama. as Fore- told. II infinity pools are finite if you swim like a rock. or fall asleep when a lullabies’ on fire. just so you Know.

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Jan 24, 2021

Jan 24, 2021 at 12:07 AM UTC

third-eye-candy

INFINITY POOLS ARE FINITE IF YOU SWIM LIKE A ROCK

even when i lived in barrels i was stung by pre-Euclidean geometries aping right angles, askew of a laminar flow of Time. even when i stutter like butter on a lightning bolt my collisions resolve dormancy wherever i evict a conspicuous ascetic tenet. i twist The End where The Beginning buds; and watch for spontaneous eruptions- for Origins, mapped to a powder keg with a damp fuse. [ it’s steam engines now… ] AND the moon’s belly is a bright eclipse clamor-locked in the beastly barrage of our tuneless arias… coping with despotic realities with aplomb; birthing sunshine from a myth mirror emblazoned where harm refracts exact moments- tumbling magnetic… as your eyes Yahtzee the Forbidden like a rogue. with blunt force Rama. as Fore- told. II infinity pools are finite if you swim like a rock. or fall asleep when a lullabies’ on fire. just so you Know.

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