"mellon" poems - Hello Poetry

She sits at her desk trying to write a story, her thigh shows like a pearl that came bouncing down the street with a Mellon attached to her ear-ring, but I can only look at her breast, her ****** and a drop of milk, our baby sleeps, she looks radians naked under the San Francisco sun, all I want to do is to have her and be inside her, all, complete as a canvas from Tanguy, but she won't let me, her writing comes first, I call a ****** she is also a woman and will be here in one hour. All because she gets me so hot. **** woman, love is the flesh we can never get.

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Aug 19, 2014

Aug 19, 2014 at 10:53 AM UTC

luis-mdahuar

Meanwhile

She sits at her desk trying to write a story, her thigh shows like a pearl that came bouncing down the street with a Mellon attached to her ear-ring, but I can only look at her breast, her ****** and a drop of milk, our baby sleeps, she looks radians naked under the San Francisco sun, all I want to do is to have her and be inside her, all, complete as a canvas from Tanguy, but she won't let me, her writing comes first, I call a ****** she is also a woman and will be here in one hour. All because she gets me so hot. **** woman, love is the flesh we can never get.

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woof woof barks the dog as he plays in the yard swish goes the large green fruit as it sails through the air the dog stops barking the melon, sailing leaving a family in a state of MELLON COLLIE

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Aug 16, 2013

Aug 16, 2013 at 10:47 PM UTC

LibertineScream

Melancholy

woof woof barks the dog as he plays in the yard swish goes the large green fruit as it sails through the air the dog stops barking the melon, sailing leaving a family in a state of MELLON COLLIE

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Takes ages to get there, Hours in the car You wonder what all the fuss is Going so far. But just look at the sea and then across the sea to an almost ring of mountains you will one day be able to name, one by one, they’ll trip off your tongue as they do off your mother's who’s been coming here since I don’t when, and that’s maybe why it feels so good, it's in your blood, the air so clean and fresh, the sea so cold but clear, ok, there are midges, and it might rain a lot, and you definitely won’t see any otters . . . But this can be a place of miracles! If the wind is right – no midges. If you sit still long enough – an otter appears. If you’re really lucky – it won’t rain (too much). I know. I’ve been there too, And lost my heart to it all. Just like you.

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Feb 6, 2013

Feb 6, 2013 at 1:55 AM UTC

nigel-morgan

Mellon Udrigle

Takes ages to get there, Hours in the car You wonder what all the fuss is Going so far. But just look at the sea and then across the sea to an almost ring of mountains you will one day be able to name, one by one, they’ll trip off your tongue as they do off your mother's who’s been coming here since I don’t when, and that’s maybe why it feels so good, it's in your blood, the air so clean and fresh, the sea so cold but clear, ok, there are midges, and it might rain a lot, and you definitely won’t see any otters . . . But this can be a place of miracles! If the wind is right – no midges. If you sit still long enough – an otter appears. If you’re really lucky – it won’t rain (too much). I know. I’ve been there too, And lost my heart to it all. Just like you.

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Misanthropic flagellum quarter sized mellon left foot stirrup is hoping for rebellion They tell you what and They tell you how "it's all right here it's all right now" forget the words and drop the form to know the cold first know the warm a drizzly dream black dollop of cream onward in silence you continue to scream The warriors path is riddled with unease the harder it gets the more you believe And when you die look God in the eye and say **** it was hard, but oh what a time."

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Feb 13, 2015

Feb 13, 2015 at 6:51 PM UTC

darren-brown

Inquire Within

Misanthropic flagellum quarter sized mellon left foot stirrup is hoping for rebellion They tell you what and They tell you how "it's all right here it's all right now" forget the words and drop the form to know the cold first know the warm a drizzly dream black dollop of cream onward in silence you continue to scream The warriors path is riddled with unease the harder it gets the more you believe And when you die look God in the eye and say **** it was hard, but oh what a time."

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maybe dos, obvi! obvi dune, moon! se si! et mellon tu, mi-ta-da

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May 29, 2013

May 29, 2013 at 2:23 PM UTC

vladimir-tres

half:

maybe dos, obvi! obvi dune, moon! se si! et mellon tu, mi-ta-da

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Feel it all out now Smooth it through your fingers like An unwelcome business card feel it now before you lose it Before it gets lost In your purse In the gutter In your mind Universe be cruel Universe be sour Linger longer and i’ll be Yours The moon smirks Hides her face She knew Knew it was coming Diction be colorful Diction be prim Words fall through the floor Splash like blood made of ink Can you feel it? It rages across the boulevard and Ocean Strewn across dreams Tattered and ****** Aches like an open wound What does it feel like again? I’ll drive back home to Retrieve my body from the bay Soul purged, pitch black You’ll drive back home to Retrieve your heart Come back home to your fire We’ll see each other on the other side and we’ll Feel it all out then Smooth it through our fingers like Glass Don’t linger long

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Jul 20, 2021

Jul 20, 2021 at 2:16 PM UTC

succubusruckus

mellon collie

Feel it all out now Smooth it through your fingers like An unwelcome business card feel it now before you lose it Before it gets lost In your purse In the gutter In your mind Universe be cruel Universe be sour Linger longer and i’ll be Yours The moon smirks Hides her face She knew Knew it was coming Diction be colorful Diction be prim Words fall through the floor Splash like blood made of ink Can you feel it? It rages across the boulevard and Ocean Strewn across dreams Tattered and ****** Aches like an open wound What does it feel like again? I’ll drive back home to Retrieve my body from the bay Soul purged, pitch black You’ll drive back home to Retrieve your heart Come back home to your fire We’ll see each other on the other side and we’ll Feel it all out then Smooth it through our fingers like Glass Don’t linger long

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I am swiss cheese I am somebody who is trying to relocate their shoulders, thrown about in a misty sin of congratulations I am a sipless vulture attempting to be pure but coming out vinegar juniper berries and sickly **** of packaged rawhide inescapable landslide unexcused, for what its worth an imaginging roller coaster disaster, so far from my fathers, mad from too much beer and wine hankered down by mood stabilizing pills jipless, jockeyed, jiving to bizzare melodies a sipter esphicator, ready to lunge into the excesses of butter beer singing jollies with dumbeldore and other queers misplelled, misplaced, outcast, on the bench with other pupils and the carnivore sinks its teeth into its kills shanking and shaking, singing in the bathtub with katy perry muse the blues with cherub rock, loathing dylan, asking for more cohen juxtaposed on top of everest and demanding a double feature dickless angels turnabout, shout, the end is near, abstract, understand the notion, the fear and scream helpless hopless empty bottles of beer nectar and graham the hector, a mellon bunnie with rabbid ears run for your life! the fires of eternal flowers and bounds of life seem sophisticated at the time Turnabout, the beats are out and the real madness, the real madness, is here

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Sep 16, 2015

Sep 16, 2015 at 10:33 PM UTC

Seanzy

Turnabout

I am swiss cheese I am somebody who is trying to relocate their shoulders, thrown about in a misty sin of congratulations I am a sipless vulture attempting to be pure but coming out vinegar juniper berries and sickly **** of packaged rawhide inescapable landslide unexcused, for what its worth an imaginging roller coaster disaster, so far from my fathers, mad from too much beer and wine hankered down by mood stabilizing pills jipless, jockeyed, jiving to bizzare melodies a sipter esphicator, ready to lunge into the excesses of butter beer singing jollies with dumbeldore and other queers misplelled, misplaced, outcast, on the bench with other pupils and the carnivore sinks its teeth into its kills shanking and shaking, singing in the bathtub with katy perry muse the blues with cherub rock, loathing dylan, asking for more cohen juxtaposed on top of everest and demanding a double feature dickless angels turnabout, shout, the end is near, abstract, understand the notion, the fear and scream helpless hopless empty bottles of beer nectar and graham the hector, a mellon bunnie with rabbid ears run for your life! the fires of eternal flowers and bounds of life seem sophisticated at the time Turnabout, the beats are out and the real madness, the real madness, is here

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Reality dims, dreams fade away, A hungry nightmare howls, As the heart turns gray. On a mournful sea of so many souls, Yer tune rises up, To sneak into my shadows. And it dances, it jumps, it twirls and it wiggles. It makes a new path Out of most of my niggles. Looks like I can’t find any more rhymes, I just thank you, my friend, For all of yer time.

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Jul 15, 2017

Jul 15, 2017 at 6:09 AM UTC

roxanne-2

Mellon!

Reality dims, dreams fade away, A hungry nightmare howls, As the heart turns gray. On a mournful sea of so many souls, Yer tune rises up, To sneak into my shadows. And it dances, it jumps, it twirls and it wiggles. It makes a new path Out of most of my niggles. Looks like I can’t find any more rhymes, I just thank you, my friend, For all of yer time.

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