"midline" poems - Hello Poetry

The texture of My lips Slur the notes That drape my hips Staccato Across my midline Crescendo Look for us

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Jul 7, 2020

Jul 7, 2020 at 2:34 PM UTC

gracie143sf

Articulate

The texture of My lips Slur the notes That drape my hips Staccato Across my midline Crescendo Look for us

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Hair in sun I wove my red bike Inbetween the road's midline Crying and screaming "Please, hit me"

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Aug 10, 2015

Aug 10, 2015 at 4:50 PM UTC

RPS

A Game of Chicken

Hair in sun I wove my red bike Inbetween the road's midline Crying and screaming "Please, hit me"

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Knock me out and lay me down on the table Cut along the dashes that Have been growing beside the contours of My collarbones and down my midline Since we first met Peel away my armored membrane And pin it down with dinner knives Unsure of what the future will bring Clear out the scar tissue And put it in a jar for later Wring out my organs one by one Into a series of measuring cups And assess their net worth with a scale You obtained from a magazine Where you read about true love once Evaluate the products collected Noting those of my lungs and liver Are a few shades darker Calculate a figure and become excited At the idea of a fixer-upper Save my heart for last It takes you both hands to lift it from my chest Thinking it must be full of riches You crack it open with a pair of bolt cutters Only to find not treasure but A collection of mundane things Loose change, used tissues Tickets and receipts And a piece of paper that reads: IOU

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Jun 3, 2015

Jun 3, 2015 at 2:55 AM UTC

agbillington

First date

Knock me out and lay me down on the table Cut along the dashes that Have been growing beside the contours of My collarbones and down my midline Since we first met Peel away my armored membrane And pin it down with dinner knives Unsure of what the future will bring Clear out the scar tissue And put it in a jar for later Wring out my organs one by one Into a series of measuring cups And assess their net worth with a scale You obtained from a magazine Where you read about true love once Evaluate the products collected Noting those of my lungs and liver Are a few shades darker Calculate a figure and become excited At the idea of a fixer-upper Save my heart for last It takes you both hands to lift it from my chest Thinking it must be full of riches You crack it open with a pair of bolt cutters Only to find not treasure but A collection of mundane things Loose change, used tissues Tickets and receipts And a piece of paper that reads: IOU

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We Implore How in Your name do you do it? Night and day, day and night, a whiteout of words, scribble of mother tongue uttered beneath the breath, those rending howls packing power enough to jolt the odd celestial cat nap, find You holed up under alias disguised at the wispy tip of some far flung finger of cloud, or sitting at the light in a pearlescent Lincoln MKZ with tinted windows, leaning slightly to midline tracking the approach of a woman brandishing a hand lettered sign like the relic of a martyr, praying for the light to change.

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Nov 15, 2016

Nov 15, 2016 at 9:22 AM UTC

dave-hardin

We Implore

We Implore How in Your name do you do it? Night and day, day and night, a whiteout of words, scribble of mother tongue uttered beneath the breath, those rending howls packing power enough to jolt the odd celestial cat nap, find You holed up under alias disguised at the wispy tip of some far flung finger of cloud, or sitting at the light in a pearlescent Lincoln MKZ with tinted windows, leaning slightly to midline tracking the approach of a woman brandishing a hand lettered sign like the relic of a martyr, praying for the light to change.

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Foot steps upon the height of a hill a mole down a lane in just a mile as I escape in the dense of the night with each step traced close to yours If the midline was a graced venture would the sparkle fade and frown? would the lonely rainy day awash? would the wonder grow in thunder? As the shadow get displaced in hues supposedly trapped inside neat seams each a fixture of unknown secrets set in unfounded, yet searchable folds If such a time comes, my dearest My embrace will be coat you wear all the words of this love will live and carry us home to our bed

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Oct 18, 2020

Oct 18, 2020 at 12:37 PM UTC

SassyJ

In just a mile......

Foot steps upon the height of a hill a mole down a lane in just a mile as I escape in the dense of the night with each step traced close to yours If the midline was a graced venture would the sparkle fade and frown? would the lonely rainy day awash? would the wonder grow in thunder? As the shadow get displaced in hues supposedly trapped inside neat seams each a fixture of unknown secrets set in unfounded, yet searchable folds If such a time comes, my dearest My embrace will be coat you wear all the words of this love will live and carry us home to our bed

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Maybe your answer isn't clear Cause you're not in the equation Or the problem at hand Puts your pencil into frustration So your brain takes a break And you go inside your mind To try to divide the lies That you think that you can hide When in reality your time Is slipping through your midline It starts a rapid decline Then tries to make a 'v' line To bounce back to the high life That you wish you'd have once met. So next time don't forget There's something you need to clear, The thoughts that try to enter Your broken heart's interior.

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Apr 10, 2017

Apr 10, 2017 at 1:12 AM UTC

emmennarr

Denied

Maybe your answer isn't clear Cause you're not in the equation Or the problem at hand Puts your pencil into frustration So your brain takes a break And you go inside your mind To try to divide the lies That you think that you can hide When in reality your time Is slipping through your midline It starts a rapid decline Then tries to make a 'v' line To bounce back to the high life That you wish you'd have once met. So next time don't forget There's something you need to clear, The thoughts that try to enter Your broken heart's interior.

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