"menses" poems - Hello Poetry

“WHATS MORE, THEY’RE CROSSING OUR SHORE… HOPPING FENCES; MIXING ****** DAUGHTER FROM ANOTHER POOR REFUGEE SPOOR WITH ILLEGAL INTENTIONS!” (this is satire; if you thought otherwise— seek immediate intervention)

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Jan 3, 2019

Jan 3, 2019 at 9:56 PM UTC

james-floss

alienation

“WHATS MORE, THEY’RE CROSSING OUR SHORE… HOPPING FENCES; MIXING ****** DAUGHTER FROM ANOTHER POOR REFUGEE SPOOR WITH ILLEGAL INTENTIONS!” (this is satire; if you thought otherwise— seek immediate intervention)

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Light keeps the darkness at bay Darkness keeps the atoms in sway Memories faked as much as faith Raw neurons on a birthday cake Wet leaves stuck to white car hoods Look just like bullet-holes would Sketch me, photos make broken shelves Till leaping lamb of hope kills itself Come together and taste some death You'll be like Seth or burn like **** Googly-eyed with brains all fried Notes the secret satellite Reality shifts under your feet As your door breaks down, here comes the heat Pink fish visions and scaly birds Robots prophesize unsaid words Indians paid with camera lenses While the moon loses all her ****** Americans watching cartoon life As their hands turn clay and rust is rife Yeah, we all got our own dead twin Tastes like cinnamon vitamins You ******* dumb deadly lifeless fools Reject anything until it's cool Light keeps the atoms in sway Darkness keeps the shadows at bay

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Nov 19, 2011

Nov 19, 2011 at 8:43 PM UTC

lucy-tonic

7% of Nothing

Light keeps the darkness at bay Darkness keeps the atoms in sway Memories faked as much as faith Raw neurons on a birthday cake Wet leaves stuck to white car hoods Look just like bullet-holes would Sketch me, photos make broken shelves Till leaping lamb of hope kills itself Come together and taste some death You'll be like Seth or burn like **** Googly-eyed with brains all fried Notes the secret satellite Reality shifts under your feet As your door breaks down, here comes the heat Pink fish visions and scaly birds Robots prophesize unsaid words Indians paid with camera lenses While the moon loses all her ****** Americans watching cartoon life As their hands turn clay and rust is rife Yeah, we all got our own dead twin Tastes like cinnamon vitamins You ******* dumb deadly lifeless fools Reject anything until it's cool Light keeps the atoms in sway Darkness keeps the shadows at bay

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The first-ever satellite images of you Stranded upon pain inflicted desolation The process of coming to pieces: Nocturnal carnivorous planetoid Moon in your mouth They hint at remarkably renewed unfriendliness It’s the same face we all see Precious and cracked Your isolated body orbiting In its bitter ****** Where no sunlight ripples through The string dangling between your legs All the children hidden underneath your navel Have fled down to Earth To live or die in documented nightmares of their own

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Aug 28, 2023

Aug 28, 2023 at 11:41 AM UTC

Carlo-C-Gomez

Coming to Pieces

The first-ever satellite images of you Stranded upon pain inflicted desolation The process of coming to pieces: Nocturnal carnivorous planetoid Moon in your mouth They hint at remarkably renewed unfriendliness It’s the same face we all see Precious and cracked Your isolated body orbiting In its bitter ****** Where no sunlight ripples through The string dangling between your legs All the children hidden underneath your navel Have fled down to Earth To live or die in documented nightmares of their own

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Church bells heard through sirens Is all hope is dead Or is it hiding Modern society sickens me Daughters being pushed and bruised Mothers forgetting their babies Fathers drinking till the pale world falls to pieces What happened to honesty? Poise and laughter More gossip is read than gospel Is this where I have to bring my children, Into this unforgiving, unfair, unfortunate world Gavels bang as widows weep A gun fires as a child drops hopelessly to the ground Will this ****** ever end? Will peace ever be restored?

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Nov 8, 2011

Nov 8, 2011 at 6:48 PM UTC

jessica-nicole-briski

Sick Society.

Church bells heard through sirens Is all hope is dead Or is it hiding Modern society sickens me Daughters being pushed and bruised Mothers forgetting their babies Fathers drinking till the pale world falls to pieces What happened to honesty? Poise and laughter More gossip is read than gospel Is this where I have to bring my children, Into this unforgiving, unfair, unfortunate world Gavels bang as widows weep A gun fires as a child drops hopelessly to the ground Will this ****** ever end? Will peace ever be restored?

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I’m falling off this rock There’s not enough gravity left I stood on the wrong side, too close to the edge Now, I’m falling, fare me well We didn’t pay all our bills to God Not insured enough, walk and run and trip and fall So, now. kaput! Save this crazy lifetime in a warped bottle Which soon will crack for all its solar scrutiny Insulate the bold things you can never have on stained glass fuzzy print A half eaten apple sitting on a dusty cloud still has that deified eye planted on it Globes are lit in insolence on mossy beds Dreams in armour pick up tell tale signs of cooing sounds very far away An autumn landscape falls upon the face on a knight whose real name is you A cruciform gift embedded in a rock only the worthy can retrieve A lump of coal burns in steady flickers within the palm of hand Hop out bowl and try to fly, yet land four seconds short of truth Hiding beneath a rude rainbow and peeping out at striker rays Cells squirm and turn, ready to burst out soma And a sky stretches on and on, like a dicey waterfall in ****** One photo snap and it’s all gone! tonight I watch it come alive at ten to midnite recalled clues illumine yet don't show all

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Nov 28, 2013

Nov 28, 2013 at 10:48 AM UTC

s-e-l

gravity

I’m falling off this rock There’s not enough gravity left I stood on the wrong side, too close to the edge Now, I’m falling, fare me well We didn’t pay all our bills to God Not insured enough, walk and run and trip and fall So, now. kaput! Save this crazy lifetime in a warped bottle Which soon will crack for all its solar scrutiny Insulate the bold things you can never have on stained glass fuzzy print A half eaten apple sitting on a dusty cloud still has that deified eye planted on it Globes are lit in insolence on mossy beds Dreams in armour pick up tell tale signs of cooing sounds very far away An autumn landscape falls upon the face on a knight whose real name is you A cruciform gift embedded in a rock only the worthy can retrieve A lump of coal burns in steady flickers within the palm of hand Hop out bowl and try to fly, yet land four seconds short of truth Hiding beneath a rude rainbow and peeping out at striker rays Cells squirm and turn, ready to burst out soma And a sky stretches on and on, like a dicey waterfall in ****** One photo snap and it’s all gone! tonight I watch it come alive at ten to midnite recalled clues illumine yet don't show all

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amidst cavorting delightfully, enjoying thorough frolicking gingerly, foreign hick hating slo hip-hopping insouciantly sustaining row biological status quo kvetching lamely moreso mother became pro naturally physically rumbling, heard all the way in Oslo supposedly twerking, undulating vivaciously wantonly x2c wisely yielded – nada no zona pellucida anchored byte size ****** potent embryonic fetal moe newlweds nocturnal merriment moma's ****** marked march 1959 lovingly joyusly, insemination happened ha low bullseye clenched diploid fertilization guaranteed germinating heiress while squaqking lichen Apache at Diablo ma late mother did should know upon awakening upon tautly stretched exertion during dilating ****** which jiggled like jello three score orbitz round el sol, warmed cockles and muscled away brutally cold degrees tab billed an igloo, or circa six decades drafted exuberant ho...ho...ho... cuz, i.e. thencee at 362nd day baby in belly did fully grow December first nineteen fifty seven sanctioned newly minted papa to sing a capella for he's a jolly good fellow quintessential nascent kickstarter heady everflow though wintry dark, a “hi” beam illuminated newborn girl with dayglow sans, mechanical engine ear papa (an honorably discharged army vet) all spit and shine groom, who wed a bride somewhat callow first time parents with giddiness did saul fully bellow Boyce and Harriet Harriet countenance twas (like an elf on Christmas eve) all aglow. -------------------------------------------------------- Dear Sis – I knew not what else to do thus, this poem crafted fur ewe a doe ting maternal gal – whose time on Earth flew

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Nov 10, 2017

Nov 10, 2017 at 1:09 AM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

Patterson, New Jersey circa December 1st, 1959

amidst cavorting delightfully, enjoying thorough frolicking gingerly, foreign hick hating slo hip-hopping insouciantly sustaining row biological status quo kvetching lamely moreso mother became pro naturally physically rumbling, heard all the way in Oslo supposedly twerking, undulating vivaciously wantonly x2c wisely yielded – nada no zona pellucida anchored byte size ****** potent embryonic fetal moe newlweds nocturnal merriment moma's ****** marked march 1959 lovingly joyusly, insemination happened ha low bullseye clenched diploid fertilization guaranteed germinating heiress while squaqking lichen Apache at Diablo ma late mother did should know upon awakening upon tautly stretched exertion during dilating ****** which jiggled like jello three score orbitz round el sol, warmed cockles and muscled away brutally cold degrees tab billed an igloo, or circa six decades drafted exuberant ho...ho...ho... cuz, i.e. thencee at 362nd day baby in belly did fully grow December first nineteen fifty seven sanctioned newly minted papa to sing a capella for he's a jolly good fellow quintessential nascent kickstarter heady everflow though wintry dark, a “hi” beam illuminated newborn girl with dayglow sans, mechanical engine ear papa (an honorably discharged army vet) all spit and shine groom, who wed a bride somewhat callow first time parents with giddiness did saul fully bellow Boyce and Harriet Harriet countenance twas (like an elf on Christmas eve) all aglow. -------------------------------------------------------- Dear Sis – I knew not what else to do thus, this poem crafted fur ewe a doe ting maternal gal – whose time on Earth flew

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mesmerized by minutiae am now a mermaid on the mainland mindlessly milling about without control of musclebound legs both manacled and free minor mishaps and major setbacks mirror the inside maniacal mentality currently managing me making frankenstienish manners a mockery of the model citizen I purport to be... mild dyslexia, myopia, melancholy hormonal changes, missing ****** mindless weeping....throwing spanners and all manners of fits .....not to mention drooping bits.... madness beckons, second...seconds each day an adventure in crazed endocrinematic revelry so tired and weary, living the life of bleary wide eyed misery good news though... those in the know say it only lasts for three to five years menopause.....give three flippin cheers mercy...please

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Aug 20, 2016

Aug 20, 2016 at 9:04 AM UTC

betterdays

M.....is for.....

mesmerized by minutiae am now a mermaid on the mainland mindlessly milling about without control of musclebound legs both manacled and free minor mishaps and major setbacks mirror the inside maniacal mentality currently managing me making frankenstienish manners a mockery of the model citizen I purport to be... mild dyslexia, myopia, melancholy hormonal changes, missing ****** mindless weeping....throwing spanners and all manners of fits .....not to mention drooping bits.... madness beckons, second...seconds each day an adventure in crazed endocrinematic revelry so tired and weary, living the life of bleary wide eyed misery good news though... those in the know say it only lasts for three to five years menopause.....give three flippin cheers mercy...please

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I was famished As my curves started to grow Knobby knees and a little *** belly ******* that had started to bloom Like a seed that turned to a rose Hair grew in places underneath Men started to turn there heads My dresses were getting awfully short But momma could not afford any more My round backside boys started to notice I felt awkard and unaware ****** spilled over into my ******* Sitting in church thinking of how I sinned Deep into the night My fingers would find me Digging desperately at this tiny spot Over and over all the time My salvia wetting the tips of my fingers As I dip inside Trying to hush my moans Yet they escape I wish I could taste my own Squeezing my thighs I was taught this is wrong But this thrist is something I need This obsession is the only thing I have Into the dark with quiet thoughts and a carnal need

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Jun 5, 2013

Jun 5, 2013 at 10:12 PM UTC

flawless-contradictions-1

Dip Inside

I was famished As my curves started to grow Knobby knees and a little *** belly ******* that had started to bloom Like a seed that turned to a rose Hair grew in places underneath Men started to turn there heads My dresses were getting awfully short But momma could not afford any more My round backside boys started to notice I felt awkard and unaware ****** spilled over into my ******* Sitting in church thinking of how I sinned Deep into the night My fingers would find me Digging desperately at this tiny spot Over and over all the time My salvia wetting the tips of my fingers As I dip inside Trying to hush my moans Yet they escape I wish I could taste my own Squeezing my thighs I was taught this is wrong But this thrist is something I need This obsession is the only thing I have Into the dark with quiet thoughts and a carnal need

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you never could get along with those nocturnal visitations which try to lull your reason and make soft reality inside trappings of my broken sleep, the gallops of your petulance gets traction in the volleys of your tirades and I wear your influence like a triple metaphor on ****** highly magnetic and so giving (so, do I have to duck each time I wish to speak?) the sun sets slowly, in defiance of the sky and slyly seeps its blazing colour trail evening birds come to roost inside my closing eyelids and there, they wrestle throughout the night jostling for a space they believe is theirs they bite and peck in restless dispute till they find rest in the niche above your dreams on the vine, grows dusty pods -- cache of independence and such cracks in the ceiling may prove useful in the end it's in your veins where your fractious genius lives -- the whispers of my wishes race along the highway of your blood chase through your arteries dart into the mind and back to the heart, where they hope to reside but it gets a decorated invite card to kindly leave but you don't see me feel it (the tiniest embossed part upon the reverse is a modest ilu)

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Dec 23, 2013

Dec 23, 2013 at 11:36 AM UTC

s-e-l

get along

you never could get along with those nocturnal visitations which try to lull your reason and make soft reality inside trappings of my broken sleep, the gallops of your petulance gets traction in the volleys of your tirades and I wear your influence like a triple metaphor on ****** highly magnetic and so giving (so, do I have to duck each time I wish to speak?) the sun sets slowly, in defiance of the sky and slyly seeps its blazing colour trail evening birds come to roost inside my closing eyelids and there, they wrestle throughout the night jostling for a space they believe is theirs they bite and peck in restless dispute till they find rest in the niche above your dreams on the vine, grows dusty pods -- cache of independence and such cracks in the ceiling may prove useful in the end it's in your veins where your fractious genius lives -- the whispers of my wishes race along the highway of your blood chase through your arteries dart into the mind and back to the heart, where they hope to reside but it gets a decorated invite card to kindly leave but you don't see me feel it (the tiniest embossed part upon the reverse is a modest ilu)

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I must come to terms with who I am. I feel myself encompassed, listless I drown in my own tears, plugged by my ****** and ******** When shall I fall behind and bring myself to the finish line? Who shall help me? Can anyone really? Is not life the weight of a thousand eyes and crippling murderous thighs? I stand alone in this earthly lair, I rise above the hands of those I thought dear My goodness, it pains and brings about an ache so indescribable What plugs me down is within myself and yet everyone Engulfed. Gluttonous in its discharge I am in pain Not “half agony, half hope” But a mix and a medley of the muddiest of emotions My grass alongside my womanly pride I hate my insides and what I contribute to the outside I exhale all pain, unencumbered by today’s victories.

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Mar 4, 2017

Mar 4, 2017 at 8:39 PM UTC

unkempthairmessysoul

Pain

I must come to terms with who I am. I feel myself encompassed, listless I drown in my own tears, plugged by my ****** and ******** When shall I fall behind and bring myself to the finish line? Who shall help me? Can anyone really? Is not life the weight of a thousand eyes and crippling murderous thighs? I stand alone in this earthly lair, I rise above the hands of those I thought dear My goodness, it pains and brings about an ache so indescribable What plugs me down is within myself and yet everyone Engulfed. Gluttonous in its discharge I am in pain Not “half agony, half hope” But a mix and a medley of the muddiest of emotions My grass alongside my womanly pride I hate my insides and what I contribute to the outside I exhale all pain, unencumbered by today’s victories.

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We're passing Passing through the long narrow roads Together Like a skirt with odorless tulips On a bike You are pedaling My chin closed to your shoulders I want to yell in your ear I don't like my childhood But you The marry go round 's still rounding in your eyes Like the memory of the grilled maize Hot and sweet I turn my back leaning on yours Looking at the sky The sun loosing its light on each tree one by one And I ask : The grandma hasn't told any stories for a long time, has she ? -no answer heard- And you keep on pedaling And I Always suffering from the pain of ****** Send my regards to the crows and tell them that the scarecrows are not alone they just play roles My doll has been sleeping since the last time I heard my voice -Lullabies matched with her dancing- Say more I'm happy cos I put my head on the pillow smelling my odor at night -I'm happy- می گذریم با هم می گذریم از جاده هایی باریک و بلند چون دامنی که نقش لاله های بی عطر و بو را دارد بر چرخی نشسته ایم تو پا می زدی چانه ام به شانه هایت نزدیک است می خواهم در گوشت فریاد بزنم کودکی هایم را دوست ندارم ولی تو هنوز در چشمانت چرخ و فلک می چرخد چون خاطره ی بلال ها ...داغ و شیرین برمی گردم در حالی که پشتم به تو تکیه داده است به آسمان نگاه می کنم خورشید تک به تک از درختان جا می افتد )) : و سؤال می کنم مدتیست که دیگر مادربزرگ قصه نمی گوید !!؟ هان !؟ -پاسخی نشنیدم- تو به راهت ادامه می دهی و من همیشه از درد پریود رنج می بردم از قول من به کلاغان سلام برسان و به آن ها بگو مترسک ها تنها نیستند خوب نقش بازی می کنند از آخرین باری که صدایم را شنیدم عروسکم به خواب می رفت -لالایی هایی که با رقصیدنش کوک شده بود- و باز هم بگو خوشحالم وقتی شب ها موقع خواب سرم را روی بالشتی می گذارم که بوی مرا می دهد -خوشحالم-

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Feb 4, 2017

Feb 4, 2017 at 8:11 PM UTC

yasaman-johari

Untitled

We're passing Passing through the long narrow roads Together Like a skirt with odorless tulips On a bike You are pedaling My chin closed to your shoulders I want to yell in your ear I don't like my childhood But you The marry go round 's still rounding in your eyes Like the memory of the grilled maize Hot and sweet I turn my back leaning on yours Looking at the sky The sun loosing its light on each tree one by one And I ask : The grandma hasn't told any stories for a long time, has she ? -no answer heard- And you keep on pedaling And I Always suffering from the pain of ****** Send my regards to the crows and tell them that the scarecrows are not alone they just play roles My doll has been sleeping since the last time I heard my voice -Lullabies matched with her dancing- Say more I'm happy cos I put my head on the pillow smelling my odor at night -I'm happy- می گذریم با هم می گذریم از جاده هایی باریک و بلند چون دامنی که نقش لاله های بی عطر و بو را دارد بر چرخی نشسته ایم تو پا می زدی چانه ام به شانه هایت نزدیک است می خواهم در گوشت فریاد بزنم کودکی هایم را دوست ندارم ولی تو هنوز در چشمانت چرخ و فلک می چرخد چون خاطره ی بلال ها ...داغ و شیرین برمی گردم در حالی که پشتم به تو تکیه داده است به آسمان نگاه می کنم خورشید تک به تک از درختان جا می افتد )) : و سؤال می کنم مدتیست که دیگر مادربزرگ قصه نمی گوید !!؟ هان !؟ -پاسخی نشنیدم- تو به راهت ادامه می دهی و من همیشه از درد پریود رنج می بردم از قول من به کلاغان سلام برسان و به آن ها بگو مترسک ها تنها نیستند خوب نقش بازی می کنند از آخرین باری که صدایم را شنیدم عروسکم به خواب می رفت -لالایی هایی که با رقصیدنش کوک شده بود- و باز هم بگو خوشحالم وقتی شب ها موقع خواب سرم را روی بالشتی می گذارم که بوی مرا می دهد -خوشحالم-

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Her naked body Always turn you on! Her soft skins prospected love shower Not any hone! Her hairs to prevent your time to go any park, forest such as garden! Because once time you'd play it by your fingure, That time those peace gives you so much pleasure! Her forhead makes you craved for kiss The time you should framed those moment scared to miss! Yeah. Every girls want such a seemly gaitey. She's have a dark deep eye! There'r only place for beautiful spy! May be is perfect place to dive Without any rive. Trust me it's doesn't matter you knows swimming or not! Her eyes is only satiety for you. That,time you realised don't need find any kind of paradise! Because her eyes perfectly allocate to rise. May be you don't need any wet Her lips's enough to comfort het. Her naked neck make you hardly, feral love And gives you pleasure around like long rove! Her breast make you thirst! Not only compress nor **** This orgnan to help act excited hardly **** Doesn't matter are she's have a flat stomach or fat!! She's the only one who'r able to cover inside Your love! Within till 9 ****** Is really good pleasure through your penes! She steed canvas on the ground,then rises like an acrobat! Those steed deep dark and strong, Sometimes plop-egg, drop-egg! Earn kudos from the eartsy folk, Be hip --- plucky 'lay an egg! Every months how much she's suffered to ****** pain! Only due to blood rain! From hip to legs make you dabbler in *** activity! her legs gives to indicate to make a fascinating moment. Her legs like a ride Which could not make your emotions hide! Jzt **** out every parts! Think 'bout tommorow uh'll have not this type of love kart! Her barefoot on your foot She treads softly! Without any costly.

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Oct 9, 2018

Oct 9, 2018 at 1:38 PM UTC

Azmikhan

her naked body always turns you on.

Her naked body Always turn you on! Her soft skins prospected love shower Not any hone! Her hairs to prevent your time to go any park, forest such as garden! Because once time you'd play it by your fingure, That time those peace gives you so much pleasure! Her forhead makes you craved for kiss The time you should framed those moment scared to miss! Yeah. Every girls want such a seemly gaitey. She's have a dark deep eye! There'r only place for beautiful spy! May be is perfect place to dive Without any rive. Trust me it's doesn't matter you knows swimming or not! Her eyes is only satiety for you. That,time you realised don't need find any kind of paradise! Because her eyes perfectly allocate to rise. May be you don't need any wet Her lips's enough to comfort het. Her naked neck make you hardly, feral love And gives you pleasure around like long rove! Her breast make you thirst! Not only compress nor **** This orgnan to help act excited hardly **** Doesn't matter are she's have a flat stomach or fat!! She's the only one who'r able to cover inside Your love! Within till 9 ****** Is really good pleasure through your penes! She steed canvas on the ground,then rises like an acrobat! Those steed deep dark and strong, Sometimes plop-egg, drop-egg! Earn kudos from the eartsy folk, Be hip --- plucky 'lay an egg! Every months how much she's suffered to ****** pain! Only due to blood rain! From hip to legs make you dabbler in *** activity! her legs gives to indicate to make a fascinating moment. Her legs like a ride Which could not make your emotions hide! Jzt **** out every parts! Think 'bout tommorow uh'll have not this type of love kart! Her barefoot on your foot She treads softly! Without any costly.

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almost full moon earlier lighting the earth bright soft light scattering everywhere so cold that the wooden boards comprising the deck crack and snap at each foot step merely soxed ones at that no heavey shoes waking after several hours go by walking out with hot water in white china cup boards snap and their winter song flies out hating to return to the warmth of the bed would rather be out under the moon the moon i've missed, missed so much the rhythm of the seasons bears me not in mind natural changes since the beginning of time but wait for me dear moon? i didn't mean to be away so long, and now i don't mean to sleep inside away from your charm beautiful moon beams down, silly little one you can't stop the eternal march of this imagined time tears do no good resigned to the deep deep wisdom of this moon i sit patiently when i do sit patiently under the light, the subtle rays of her monthly delight a lone star is visible this last of nocturnal checks morning rushes closer with her impending light clouds cover the heavens it won't be so bright when the moon and her light slip away with this waning night. it is said it is predicted a blizzard on her way to cast all astray dear moon you and i will sit and wait to find out exactly what form this storm shall take! i love you dear moon my bestest of companions but for my beloved puppyhead well.... you two for sure but, well, then again there was Pd we all love you dear moon you regulate our ****** those of us with ****** and regulate our charms always eternally in harmony with you whether we know it or not!

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Jan 22, 2016

Jan 22, 2016 at 5:43 AM UTC

amiee

blizzard coming... or not

almost full moon earlier lighting the earth bright soft light scattering everywhere so cold that the wooden boards comprising the deck crack and snap at each foot step merely soxed ones at that no heavey shoes waking after several hours go by walking out with hot water in white china cup boards snap and their winter song flies out hating to return to the warmth of the bed would rather be out under the moon the moon i've missed, missed so much the rhythm of the seasons bears me not in mind natural changes since the beginning of time but wait for me dear moon? i didn't mean to be away so long, and now i don't mean to sleep inside away from your charm beautiful moon beams down, silly little one you can't stop the eternal march of this imagined time tears do no good resigned to the deep deep wisdom of this moon i sit patiently when i do sit patiently under the light, the subtle rays of her monthly delight a lone star is visible this last of nocturnal checks morning rushes closer with her impending light clouds cover the heavens it won't be so bright when the moon and her light slip away with this waning night. it is said it is predicted a blizzard on her way to cast all astray dear moon you and i will sit and wait to find out exactly what form this storm shall take! i love you dear moon my bestest of companions but for my beloved puppyhead well.... you two for sure but, well, then again there was Pd we all love you dear moon you regulate our ****** those of us with ****** and regulate our charms always eternally in harmony with you whether we know it or not!

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between my ears blood shot eyes I dab with tissues, an ache in sympathy, trying to conceive, beer and Ibuprofen help to relieve... assist my words of empathy to discharge; I try to go through this (curse?): periodically, bleed, metaphorically, with you!

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Mar 10, 2015

Mar 10, 2015 at 8:41 PM UTC

wordvango

sympathy ******

between my ears blood shot eyes I dab with tissues, an ache in sympathy, trying to conceive, beer and Ibuprofen help to relieve... assist my words of empathy to discharge; I try to go through this (curse?): periodically, bleed, metaphorically, with you!

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They sharpen the knife Not to shape my life But to make me someone's wife That will lead to a strife They want to bleed me dry They don't care if I cry They are not even shy To push my legs wide open,why? The scars will last till eternity Have I mentioned infertility My ****** will now be with great difficulty What about the infections due to increased susceptibility I once had a dream of marrying Abdul Bhula But because of the risk of obstetric fistula How can a woman not have a child and be a ruler Then she will cry having conversations with God in a Dua If they care Let them not dare To do the same to my sister Leah I know the pain she can't bare To silence the voices inside my head This practices must be dead For our daughters to live happily wed We have to forget the outdated practices of the dead © Lone Star ✨ poet ® Jerusa Mentrin

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May 2, 2022

May 2, 2022 at 3:34 PM UTC

jerusa_mentrin

SKELETONS OF CULTURE

They sharpen the knife Not to shape my life But to make me someone's wife That will lead to a strife They want to bleed me dry They don't care if I cry They are not even shy To push my legs wide open,why? The scars will last till eternity Have I mentioned infertility My ****** will now be with great difficulty What about the infections due to increased susceptibility I once had a dream of marrying Abdul Bhula But because of the risk of obstetric fistula How can a woman not have a child and be a ruler Then she will cry having conversations with God in a Dua If they care Let them not dare To do the same to my sister Leah I know the pain she can't bare To silence the voices inside my head This practices must be dead For our daughters to live happily wed We have to forget the outdated practices of the dead © Lone Star ✨ poet ® Jerusa Mentrin

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