"lome" poems - Hello Poetry

Your watermelon vine fingers Caress my sunflower stalk spine. We dig our trowel toes into the lome Of my mattress, Cover our shoulders in frost-evading fleece. I hear your heart ripen under your skin. I smell the heat inside your lungs Growing and expanding in the August crisp. You seed a whispered kiss on my lip. You are planted inside me, digging into me, And I bind to your stem With my peach flowered palm. We bloom at the first ray of morning as I weave deeper into your trellis arms. Our breaths match the pull of the wind. You touch your forehead to my breast, Our stems heaving. Here we grew our love. Here we grew the foundation of our separation.

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Aug 22, 2016

Aug 22, 2016 at 10:53 PM UTC

elizabeth-o

Garden Lovers

Your watermelon vine fingers Caress my sunflower stalk spine. We dig our trowel toes into the lome Of my mattress, Cover our shoulders in frost-evading fleece. I hear your heart ripen under your skin. I smell the heat inside your lungs Growing and expanding in the August crisp. You seed a whispered kiss on my lip. You are planted inside me, digging into me, And I bind to your stem With my peach flowered palm. We bloom at the first ray of morning as I weave deeper into your trellis arms. Our breaths match the pull of the wind. You touch your forehead to my breast, Our stems heaving. Here we grew our love. Here we grew the foundation of our separation.

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Every grave spans my reach, My fingertips caress the inscriptions, Riding the edges, curves, and corners of marble and limestone. The fibers of dandelions and lome tingle on my bare feet As I walk into the shadowed curving slopes in my viewpoint. There are too many arms, Too many teeth, Too many bubbled brains trapped in this soiled earth. Overcrowded housing is all I can see When I watch each decrepit body lie stagnant under the deceiving fertilized grass, Mixed into the here-and-there planted trees, Too few for the ratio of bodies to land mass. Please bury me inside a tree, Let my life give back to things ahead of me. Make me soil, Wash your children in me, Grow pumpkins through my eye sockets. Burn my body and sprinkle me dustily through the universe. Let my hair travel the worm holes forming the sun And my fingernails circle the belt of Orion. Save me from my final ultimatum By granting me passage into the stars.

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Feb 25, 2015

Feb 25, 2015 at 7:52 PM UTC

elizabeth-o

Bury Me in a Tree

Every grave spans my reach, My fingertips caress the inscriptions, Riding the edges, curves, and corners of marble and limestone. The fibers of dandelions and lome tingle on my bare feet As I walk into the shadowed curving slopes in my viewpoint. There are too many arms, Too many teeth, Too many bubbled brains trapped in this soiled earth. Overcrowded housing is all I can see When I watch each decrepit body lie stagnant under the deceiving fertilized grass, Mixed into the here-and-there planted trees, Too few for the ratio of bodies to land mass. Please bury me inside a tree, Let my life give back to things ahead of me. Make me soil, Wash your children in me, Grow pumpkins through my eye sockets. Burn my body and sprinkle me dustily through the universe. Let my hair travel the worm holes forming the sun And my fingernails circle the belt of Orion. Save me from my final ultimatum By granting me passage into the stars.

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YOU CAN HELP ME In a real world not a dream Like Noah was sent, so I am Take no shoe, clothes, no bread Thus says the Lord I am no disobedience to the heavenly vision Beside the sea of Lome, we begin to fulfill the great commission Men and women then, they listen to the gospel And God make a change to come in so many lives The “Hannahs” sang a new song to God Almighty for His Greatness Captive were set at liberty Oh! Thy kingdom stand firm on the Rock forever It is time to go back home Our Father, who seeth from heaven You have made thy salvation free to all This work is done, how do go back home I was glad that I was sent The lord has chosen me, and I came here to do His will My heart is fill with prayers before the Lord for mercy Thou God of Elijah, sent my divine helpers This land is sucker of man’s goodness This is the Jezebel of the end time who kills the prophets of God They are drinkers of blood and eaters of flesh, And make sacrifices to idols, they are sodomites My wife is crying and waiting for me She is lonely after a five days wedding How do I get back home? Somebody help me, if you real care I knew that the Lord will speak to your heart Don’t imagine it, it is real A pastor needs your help, take me out of here Let my angel appear in this wilderness I am a married missionary Can you hear any message from the Lord? The Lord can use you, if you are willing Blessed are they who give a cup of water to one of His prophets Greater blessing for them that give rather than receiving How can I go back to my wife from here? She has a storey, if you can see her for me The bridegroom needs money to go there and take her home Let God use you! Let God use you!! Let God use you!!!

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Nov 25, 2014

Nov 25, 2014 at 2:15 PM UTC

akinolaniyi-amos-olalere

YOU CAN HELP ME

YOU CAN HELP ME In a real world not a dream Like Noah was sent, so I am Take no shoe, clothes, no bread Thus says the Lord I am no disobedience to the heavenly vision Beside the sea of Lome, we begin to fulfill the great commission Men and women then, they listen to the gospel And God make a change to come in so many lives The “Hannahs” sang a new song to God Almighty for His Greatness Captive were set at liberty Oh! Thy kingdom stand firm on the Rock forever It is time to go back home Our Father, who seeth from heaven You have made thy salvation free to all This work is done, how do go back home I was glad that I was sent The lord has chosen me, and I came here to do His will My heart is fill with prayers before the Lord for mercy Thou God of Elijah, sent my divine helpers This land is sucker of man’s goodness This is the Jezebel of the end time who kills the prophets of God They are drinkers of blood and eaters of flesh, And make sacrifices to idols, they are sodomites My wife is crying and waiting for me She is lonely after a five days wedding How do I get back home? Somebody help me, if you real care I knew that the Lord will speak to your heart Don’t imagine it, it is real A pastor needs your help, take me out of here Let my angel appear in this wilderness I am a married missionary Can you hear any message from the Lord? The Lord can use you, if you are willing Blessed are they who give a cup of water to one of His prophets Greater blessing for them that give rather than receiving How can I go back to my wife from here? She has a storey, if you can see her for me The bridegroom needs money to go there and take her home Let God use you! Let God use you!! Let God use you!!!

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Dear Wait, Leave sore shell beneficit swoon sails lome, snails more kooth black maze ''sim Dential forest” soot, Son'er peer talk La Scent Lou'a Brist March - birch sub Howl hind Settle Biscuit Shallow sum Cellar flumer gee fellow Brave Pur scene Noir scents ink bladen broom abloof eyes saw gnaw ad collet burst shallow heart gape grimark green cutains hawk sake ways law once depends institute defintion soup Mind

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Aug 5, 2017

Aug 5, 2017 at 4:44 PM UTC

Raidle

Mind soup

Dear Wait, Leave sore shell beneficit swoon sails lome, snails more kooth black maze ''sim Dential forest” soot, Son'er peer talk La Scent Lou'a Brist March - birch sub Howl hind Settle Biscuit Shallow sum Cellar flumer gee fellow Brave Pur scene Noir scents ink bladen broom abloof eyes saw gnaw ad collet burst shallow heart gape grimark green cutains hawk sake ways law once depends institute defintion soup Mind

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