"marianna" poems - Hello Poetry

To Marianna When blue night mattresses cover the city Schizophrenia , depression , deception they all cross the avenues or rather swim in redness the green rain stagnates in the brothel's garden the cat leaning on the stair landing shuffles the deck of cards a sweating Eros slides on a female yet so manly river his signature Monet . Giorgos Vlachos 10.11.2008 Translation : Christos Rodoullas Tsiailis

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Mar 21, 2015

Mar 21, 2015 at 2:04 PM UTC

giorgos-vlachos

Under Monet's signature

To Marianna When blue night mattresses cover the city Schizophrenia , depression , deception they all cross the avenues or rather swim in redness the green rain stagnates in the brothel's garden the cat leaning on the stair landing shuffles the deck of cards a sweating Eros slides on a female yet so manly river his signature Monet . Giorgos Vlachos 10.11.2008 Translation : Christos Rodoullas Tsiailis

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It started when I looked at the clock: 9:17 The coffee maker convinced me to stay Had I planned to leave? Yes, of course, the channel I left it on She's there. Again? Wait, I heard that! Who's there? #*“Could find my way to Marianna---ahah--ah” The sine wave! That's it! I left them in the car. These fibers are congregating They want to get me, But I am just a flea!* It started when I looked at the clock: 9:18 I sat down with Earth and ate Earl's burrito Saturn bent down and showed me tomorrow The radio crackled as the molecules throttled ^“We're all Immigrants and hypocrites, delusionals and sycophants” I saw my fingers start to disappear Then my hands, my arms Even my ears! My EARS! I loved those ears... It started when I looked at the clock: 9:16 They're here, aren't they? Radio crackles, you heard them! They're audible! (3333333) The gorilla near the out goes strut, strut, strut I felt the universe collapse inside my gold tux Could you watch my fish for me? Marked stuff borrowed from: # Pixies- Wave of Mutilation ^Star ******* Hipsters- Immigrants and Hypocrites I felt like it, that's why.

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Mar 31, 2012

Mar 31, 2012 at 6:47 PM UTC

ishmyre-of-the-inferiors

Three minutes alone with Jebediah

It started when I looked at the clock: 9:17 The coffee maker convinced me to stay Had I planned to leave? Yes, of course, the channel I left it on She's there. Again? Wait, I heard that! Who's there? #*“Could find my way to Marianna---ahah--ah” The sine wave! That's it! I left them in the car. These fibers are congregating They want to get me, But I am just a flea!* It started when I looked at the clock: 9:18 I sat down with Earth and ate Earl's burrito Saturn bent down and showed me tomorrow The radio crackled as the molecules throttled ^“We're all Immigrants and hypocrites, delusionals and sycophants” I saw my fingers start to disappear Then my hands, my arms Even my ears! My EARS! I loved those ears... It started when I looked at the clock: 9:16 They're here, aren't they? Radio crackles, you heard them! They're audible! (3333333) The gorilla near the out goes strut, strut, strut I felt the universe collapse inside my gold tux Could you watch my fish for me? Marked stuff borrowed from: # Pixies- Wave of Mutilation ^Star ******* Hipsters- Immigrants and Hypocrites I felt like it, that's why.

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almond shaped eyes the color of fertile earth deep deeper than marianna and her treacherous trench i fall deeper into your magic with every glance the mere thought of your existence sends lightning bolts through my bones you give me butterflies the size of ostriches and someday soon i'll take flight astronauts and the smell of stardust nasa here we come i can hear the static pulse of the universe in your laughter you leave solar flares in your wake you take my breath away a presence as heavy as the vacuum of space not burdensome but welcomed like an egyptian cotton blanket over bare flesh or the pressure of the lakes surface on my naked ribcage an embrace with god with darwin with satan and neil pert it hurts me when you frown deep deep down i drown in despair at the earliest glimpse of your discourse but when you smile hot **** that smile i shiver and shrink like a scalp in a glacial pool you're strong as a sequoia proud as an ancient peak yet for some reason you see me in a far more flattering light than i view myself i wanna take you far far far away and make you stay forever mine forever perfect in my eyes poetic strengths prose-like down falls and it all reads just like Rumi classic timeless true i can't wait until the day you admit that you can't wait to be tangled up in me and the sheets and the seams of the fabric of time

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Jul 15, 2013

Jul 15, 2013 at 11:05 AM UTC

Sparrowfreckles

desert dwellers, mountain men and astronauts.

almond shaped eyes the color of fertile earth deep deeper than marianna and her treacherous trench i fall deeper into your magic with every glance the mere thought of your existence sends lightning bolts through my bones you give me butterflies the size of ostriches and someday soon i'll take flight astronauts and the smell of stardust nasa here we come i can hear the static pulse of the universe in your laughter you leave solar flares in your wake you take my breath away a presence as heavy as the vacuum of space not burdensome but welcomed like an egyptian cotton blanket over bare flesh or the pressure of the lakes surface on my naked ribcage an embrace with god with darwin with satan and neil pert it hurts me when you frown deep deep down i drown in despair at the earliest glimpse of your discourse but when you smile hot **** that smile i shiver and shrink like a scalp in a glacial pool you're strong as a sequoia proud as an ancient peak yet for some reason you see me in a far more flattering light than i view myself i wanna take you far far far away and make you stay forever mine forever perfect in my eyes poetic strengths prose-like down falls and it all reads just like Rumi classic timeless true i can't wait until the day you admit that you can't wait to be tangled up in me and the sheets and the seams of the fabric of time

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Let’s turn the world upside down and fall into the sky. Take my hand and we’ll reach farther than the footprints on the moon. Brush off the dust and I’ll watch as the stars twinkle in your eyes, impossible is the space between our interlocked fingers. Let’s sail across the ocean, feeding fish and taming sharks. We’ll swim to the depths and tickle coral, watching polyps expend. We can lay out on sand and let the sun turn water into gas. Let’s climb atoms and build molecules, untwist DNA just to watch as it springs back, increase ATP just to expend it. Did you know that one electron can make oxygen a free radical? It builds up in your system just to break you down. One word can be the difference between the truth and lie. One choice can be the difference between this world and the next. I’d hand you my heart if you asked.

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Apr 23, 2012

Apr 23, 2012 at 6:35 PM UTC

paige-miller

Marianna

Let’s turn the world upside down and fall into the sky. Take my hand and we’ll reach farther than the footprints on the moon. Brush off the dust and I’ll watch as the stars twinkle in your eyes, impossible is the space between our interlocked fingers. Let’s sail across the ocean, feeding fish and taming sharks. We’ll swim to the depths and tickle coral, watching polyps expend. We can lay out on sand and let the sun turn water into gas. Let’s climb atoms and build molecules, untwist DNA just to watch as it springs back, increase ATP just to expend it. Did you know that one electron can make oxygen a free radical? It builds up in your system just to break you down. One word can be the difference between the truth and lie. One choice can be the difference between this world and the next. I’d hand you my heart if you asked.

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The smell of coffee The laughter of the early shoppers Classic love songs An open window Sunrise The sound of the birds mingles perfectly with the rough sound of the motorcycles and the waves The morning sky The excited tapping of flip flops The local paper boy A crumpled bed Fresh bread "Hey Marianna! Come down and have some coffee! I got a new story!" There goes my neighbor Old Jorge Messy morning hair The noise of the wooden stairs Wrinkled night shirt Sunny side up Wild Rice Listening to old Jorge's classic story for the 67th times while breathing in the morning sea breeze The yellow butterfly The ringing of the church bell A smiling passerby An old bicycle A kiss "Morning Marianna!" There goes Karla in her denim shorts and long legs and sweet smile and pretty nails The playing kids The old lady with a sprinkler The swaying green leaves Lazy golden retriever Pretty girls Ah! If I could grab the whole world in the palm of my hands and keep it in my pocket..

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Jan 11, 2013

Jan 11, 2013 at 12:46 AM UTC

maryanne-m

Sunday Mornings

The smell of coffee The laughter of the early shoppers Classic love songs An open window Sunrise The sound of the birds mingles perfectly with the rough sound of the motorcycles and the waves The morning sky The excited tapping of flip flops The local paper boy A crumpled bed Fresh bread "Hey Marianna! Come down and have some coffee! I got a new story!" There goes my neighbor Old Jorge Messy morning hair The noise of the wooden stairs Wrinkled night shirt Sunny side up Wild Rice Listening to old Jorge's classic story for the 67th times while breathing in the morning sea breeze The yellow butterfly The ringing of the church bell A smiling passerby An old bicycle A kiss "Morning Marianna!" There goes Karla in her denim shorts and long legs and sweet smile and pretty nails The playing kids The old lady with a sprinkler The swaying green leaves Lazy golden retriever Pretty girls Ah! If I could grab the whole world in the palm of my hands and keep it in my pocket..

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How does a kite fly with just a simple paper and a thread? A kite.. It seems so beautiful from afar Innocence deceived me I breathed as human But I was flying like a kite Enthralled of the colors I thought I had Felt safe with the promise of a thread I soared higher Gliding through the air Looking down at the smiling faces Applause, praises I have never felt such glory Never had I known such peace I soared higher But no matter how hard I tried The thread pulled me back I felt suspended Unable to go on Was I really flying? Or was I only being tossed? Solitude in the air.. I thought the clouds were cotton candy But when I took a grasp I touched nothing It avoided my fingers And the sun Was not a bowl of gold Then sadness took hold Mama once told me Winds were dusts of silver That is why we close our eyes When it blows And nights were dusts of coal That is why we sleep Maybe Mama was right It must be dusts of silver For when sadness came I felt the air clogging within They are indeed dusts of coal For I found myself in tears as I closed my eyes at night And dreamed of a happy place Ah! Chasing rainbows And gloom took over bluish sky Forewarn of incoming rain And I was dragged by the filament But the wind delayed my descent The overcast covered the earth and the rain poured over It washed out my colors It shattered my beautiful paper My master ran for cover And there I was alone In that perfidious summer storm She let go of the thread I came spiraling down Like a falcon that has been shot dead Slumped on the solid ground That was when I discovered I didn't have colors at all Nor did I have nice paper And the thread was not that strong It suddenly dawned on me That the world will not always be a summer That I didn't mean to fly I didn't belong to the sky A **** on the rib cage.. Reality knocked And it knocked me off indeed It was a great revelation Maybe a moment of enlightenment That I was actually a wooden stick Solid and strong Stronger than the thread The thread that has dragged me down I was disheartened Yet I was relieved As I saw new wonders out of my sadness That I am a tiny wood In this big, wide world Although the sky is not mine I finally knew what I am

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Jan 10, 2013

Jan 10, 2013 at 12:37 AM UTC

maryanne-m

Ode to Marianna

How does a kite fly with just a simple paper and a thread? A kite.. It seems so beautiful from afar Innocence deceived me I breathed as human But I was flying like a kite Enthralled of the colors I thought I had Felt safe with the promise of a thread I soared higher Gliding through the air Looking down at the smiling faces Applause, praises I have never felt such glory Never had I known such peace I soared higher But no matter how hard I tried The thread pulled me back I felt suspended Unable to go on Was I really flying? Or was I only being tossed? Solitude in the air.. I thought the clouds were cotton candy But when I took a grasp I touched nothing It avoided my fingers And the sun Was not a bowl of gold Then sadness took hold Mama once told me Winds were dusts of silver That is why we close our eyes When it blows And nights were dusts of coal That is why we sleep Maybe Mama was right It must be dusts of silver For when sadness came I felt the air clogging within They are indeed dusts of coal For I found myself in tears as I closed my eyes at night And dreamed of a happy place Ah! Chasing rainbows And gloom took over bluish sky Forewarn of incoming rain And I was dragged by the filament But the wind delayed my descent The overcast covered the earth and the rain poured over It washed out my colors It shattered my beautiful paper My master ran for cover And there I was alone In that perfidious summer storm She let go of the thread I came spiraling down Like a falcon that has been shot dead Slumped on the solid ground That was when I discovered I didn't have colors at all Nor did I have nice paper And the thread was not that strong It suddenly dawned on me That the world will not always be a summer That I didn't mean to fly I didn't belong to the sky A **** on the rib cage.. Reality knocked And it knocked me off indeed It was a great revelation Maybe a moment of enlightenment That I was actually a wooden stick Solid and strong Stronger than the thread The thread that has dragged me down I was disheartened Yet I was relieved As I saw new wonders out of my sadness That I am a tiny wood In this big, wide world Although the sky is not mine I finally knew what I am

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Wicked sharp imaginations catch my heartstrings with heavy hooks, bait me in with yummy chum throw me back as likened anchor for their massive fleet As above, so below silence my descent gracefully floating downwards to Marianna's Trench *Phosphorescent illuminessence strangest of them all* pressures crushing inward pushing deepens in free fall Body numbing death's succumbing yet my mind lives on brightly flashing forward and behind for all my moment's mem'ry Light is fading forever as I sink into abyss only death besides I have Imagination's Kiss

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Oct 18, 2014

Oct 18, 2014 at 11:44 AM UTC

NuurSeraph

Imaginations (Sinking Kiss)

Wicked sharp imaginations catch my heartstrings with heavy hooks, bait me in with yummy chum throw me back as likened anchor for their massive fleet As above, so below silence my descent gracefully floating downwards to Marianna's Trench *Phosphorescent illuminessence strangest of them all* pressures crushing inward pushing deepens in free fall Body numbing death's succumbing yet my mind lives on brightly flashing forward and behind for all my moment's mem'ry Light is fading forever as I sink into abyss only death besides I have Imagination's Kiss

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Four tears like chandeliers Dripping diamonds and light The freckles bounce in between and laugh You’re too pretty for eyesight and yet not loud enough And I know it’s hard to be strong, It’s a million miles until the next drop off, Crack enough skulls and you’ll find a brain in one Wring out enough bodies You’ll get a scream from some

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Aug 26, 2022

Aug 26, 2022 at 3:15 PM UTC

calli-kirra

Marianna

Four tears like chandeliers Dripping diamonds and light The freckles bounce in between and laugh You’re too pretty for eyesight and yet not loud enough And I know it’s hard to be strong, It’s a million miles until the next drop off, Crack enough skulls and you’ll find a brain in one Wring out enough bodies You’ll get a scream from some

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thinking back to all the times i've cried myself to sleep i find that i can never remember the reasons why. could've been the blood running down my pale cheeks, or the purple galaxies that were drawn all over my chest; the stitches ripping at the seams of my mind. it's not like it even matters. it's for the best that the memories i have fit together, like a mismatched puzzle. summoning my past doesn't have any effect either i've blocked everything, as deep as the marianna trench, for the sole reason, to keep everything hidden, even from myself.

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Dec 25, 2018

Dec 25, 2018 at 4:04 PM UTC

krasnovaki

repressive nature

thinking back to all the times i've cried myself to sleep i find that i can never remember the reasons why. could've been the blood running down my pale cheeks, or the purple galaxies that were drawn all over my chest; the stitches ripping at the seams of my mind. it's not like it even matters. it's for the best that the memories i have fit together, like a mismatched puzzle. summoning my past doesn't have any effect either i've blocked everything, as deep as the marianna trench, for the sole reason, to keep everything hidden, even from myself.

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