"losely" poems - Hello Poetry

You are indefinable, perfectly perplexed between a periapse of compassion you are.. the light between colors, that blends everything together, you are the smell of cooking spices and the strut of a supermodel you have the smile of an angel, the cheek of a demon you are a time capsual of happiness and a roving epiphany of delinquent change. a goddess of chaos and order squished between two slices of cute and served with a side order of Mine so smile sweet heart, brighten those chameleon eyes let those lips make points at either side let your hair hang losely over that speckled forhead that serves as a runway for my kisses smile sweetheart. I love you LG

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Mar 18, 2015

Mar 18, 2015 at 5:43 PM UTC

Actualityandfalseness

You are..perplexing..

You are indefinable, perfectly perplexed between a periapse of compassion you are.. the light between colors, that blends everything together, you are the smell of cooking spices and the strut of a supermodel you have the smile of an angel, the cheek of a demon you are a time capsual of happiness and a roving epiphany of delinquent change. a goddess of chaos and order squished between two slices of cute and served with a side order of Mine so smile sweet heart, brighten those chameleon eyes let those lips make points at either side let your hair hang losely over that speckled forhead that serves as a runway for my kisses smile sweetheart. I love you LG

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As we sit by the water smiling at eachother listening to the sounds we say one thing: Hold losely and don't let go

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Sep 21, 2011

Sep 21, 2011 at 10:39 AM UTC

kayla-marie-hogan

Friends

As we sit by the water smiling at eachother listening to the sounds we say one thing: Hold losely and don't let go

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Flashes of red in my eyes, Burning away images of the night I thought I would have, and I feel Myself suffocating, lying amongst half A throng of people, victims, as the rest Run around in panic, of smoke and chaos. Stood on a scaffold, Maniac laughter ringing in my ears A man awaiting his executioner With a glint of pride in his voice Death, a trophy for his accomplishments Something is weighing me down The thought of seeing the light Leave from someone's eyes, no, My hand on the trigger I hold losely, Thinking to myself, should I pull it?

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Mar 25, 2016

Mar 25, 2016 at 5:31 AM UTC

anoushka-chawla

Phatasmagoria

Flashes of red in my eyes, Burning away images of the night I thought I would have, and I feel Myself suffocating, lying amongst half A throng of people, victims, as the rest Run around in panic, of smoke and chaos. Stood on a scaffold, Maniac laughter ringing in my ears A man awaiting his executioner With a glint of pride in his voice Death, a trophy for his accomplishments Something is weighing me down The thought of seeing the light Leave from someone's eyes, no, My hand on the trigger I hold losely, Thinking to myself, should I pull it?

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Float lines written in steady confusion dancing over blue and white or is it white and blue or plain white with blue stripes The healing is rare in the toppless cage awake,awareness and relations when poetry serves all names appear every where and dissapear when pen is picked up WHAT NOW Pen preserve intensity a duration of the hand you came to recognise Pressing pressure of dripping ink color me bold and everything intense Errors of consciousness privacy opens to receive losely shaped ideas making me believe history approved of the future changing its sad guitar string to a over under ignorant weeping cry overflowing fluids, rivers won't dry and the economy leaks all speeches resound hot history all writting is long there isn't enough pens, screams are not loud enough criminals with rights elaborating reasons for victims suffered, I thought history was worse their non-mirrored tongues continue to reflect what wants they see staring back Never mind you que keeping political mirrors from breaking....

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Mar 29, 2014

Mar 29, 2014 at 5:19 PM UTC

marcia-noria-sono

aint you tired

Float lines written in steady confusion dancing over blue and white or is it white and blue or plain white with blue stripes The healing is rare in the toppless cage awake,awareness and relations when poetry serves all names appear every where and dissapear when pen is picked up WHAT NOW Pen preserve intensity a duration of the hand you came to recognise Pressing pressure of dripping ink color me bold and everything intense Errors of consciousness privacy opens to receive losely shaped ideas making me believe history approved of the future changing its sad guitar string to a over under ignorant weeping cry overflowing fluids, rivers won't dry and the economy leaks all speeches resound hot history all writting is long there isn't enough pens, screams are not loud enough criminals with rights elaborating reasons for victims suffered, I thought history was worse their non-mirrored tongues continue to reflect what wants they see staring back Never mind you que keeping political mirrors from breaking....

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Clinging losely To whatever you have left for me Privately I talk to myself Why are you here? I don't understand You say you love me The years prove it true But, God, I'm ugly Utterly void of any virtue I swear I'm dying inside. I know you can't save me But let's pretend If only for a moment That you and I are real Am I enough? I don't feel so I never do You don't know what I see Mirrors aren't kind to me .... God, I hope you know me.

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Apr 13, 2020

Apr 13, 2020 at 1:30 AM UTC

Xyns

******* Dying.

Clinging losely To whatever you have left for me Privately I talk to myself Why are you here? I don't understand You say you love me The years prove it true But, God, I'm ugly Utterly void of any virtue I swear I'm dying inside. I know you can't save me But let's pretend If only for a moment That you and I are real Am I enough? I don't feel so I never do You don't know what I see Mirrors aren't kind to me .... God, I hope you know me.

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