"listful" poems - Hello Poetry

I feel as if I'm in a cloud, a cloud of mist and heavy hearts. I have never wondered to lonely, yet so close to the ground as I have in these passing days. I had once lived in a beautiful bliss. An innocent, soft adoration with a flutter; one that I can see now was never fully appreciated. I had lived there with my One. My Person. My heart. We had loved in times that we could not see how we would drift apart. And I had loved in times that I could not see him drifting further than me. It is very hard, but I must force myself to not long for what was. Even though it was breathtaking. So literally. It was slow, soft, enveloping, scintillating. It was first love. A small carnation, because they are my favorite. We must learn to look forward into the future, unlike the listful ways we had before. I will learn a new love, one harrowed by time but truer for the beatings. That we can walk through these doors with the keys to each others hearts, instead of giving up at each heavier door, will be our greatest achievement in love. But let this also stand true in your mind: No door may be moved with only half a heart. Together we make our own.

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Jun 5, 2010

Jun 5, 2010 at 1:28 PM UTC

victoria-gore

Where is my love? I had never left you.

I feel as if I'm in a cloud, a cloud of mist and heavy hearts. I have never wondered to lonely, yet so close to the ground as I have in these passing days. I had once lived in a beautiful bliss. An innocent, soft adoration with a flutter; one that I can see now was never fully appreciated. I had lived there with my One. My Person. My heart. We had loved in times that we could not see how we would drift apart. And I had loved in times that I could not see him drifting further than me. It is very hard, but I must force myself to not long for what was. Even though it was breathtaking. So literally. It was slow, soft, enveloping, scintillating. It was first love. A small carnation, because they are my favorite. We must learn to look forward into the future, unlike the listful ways we had before. I will learn a new love, one harrowed by time but truer for the beatings. That we can walk through these doors with the keys to each others hearts, instead of giving up at each heavier door, will be our greatest achievement in love. But let this also stand true in your mind: No door may be moved with only half a heart. Together we make our own.

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I had a list. It was important, which is why I lost it. I had a list. It was filled with things to do vs things not to do, questions, quotations, 1-800 phone numbers from late night TV. I had a list. Remember to buy vinegar. Remember who I am. Channel Grandma. Pair up socks. I found a list - I wish it was mine.

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Jun 28, 2016

Jun 28, 2016 at 7:59 AM UTC

anne-curtin

Listful Thinking

I had a list. It was important, which is why I lost it. I had a list. It was filled with things to do vs things not to do, questions, quotations, 1-800 phone numbers from late night TV. I had a list. Remember to buy vinegar. Remember who I am. Channel Grandma. Pair up socks. I found a list - I wish it was mine.

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Musky wine or sweet whisky Can I feel the words? Dense cheese and listful misty sullen sorrow birds. Hold me in their heart They catch me with their eyes. Flying by fly shiny pieces Stealing all my happy faces. Flapping flapper birdy types. Flippy flirty wordy tripes. So sappy and so sad. God it makes me mad. I thought I was the worried one. But I'm the only one you had.

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Feb 22, 2018

Feb 22, 2018 at 12:06 AM UTC

trs

Bird Feeder

Musky wine or sweet whisky Can I feel the words? Dense cheese and listful misty sullen sorrow birds. Hold me in their heart They catch me with their eyes. Flying by fly shiny pieces Stealing all my happy faces. Flapping flapper birdy types. Flippy flirty wordy tripes. So sappy and so sad. God it makes me mad. I thought I was the worried one. But I'm the only one you had.

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Crinkling, sizzling grey, listful energy always waiting for the collapse, perhaps it can hear the discordance in your voice when you tell me it's over.

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Jul 23, 2019

Jul 23, 2019 at 1:44 PM UTC

CautiousRain

Over

Crinkling, sizzling grey, listful energy always waiting for the collapse, perhaps it can hear the discordance in your voice when you tell me it's over.

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