"mockup" poems - Hello Poetry

Might the years have betrayed me? Not that I didn't know her but her lights knew not the catches of my eye-- mighty concrete behemoths of mid nineteen hundred something littered my view in quaint newness while myriads of roaring metal beasts not without their own masters lunged forward in a sea of people... Mockup shops and street food scents nudged my wallet into sharing a little folded bill of blue, all while market clamour played next to the banter lining the streets. Alas! More than a humble string of words nailed on a poem the night hence are needed to line her canopy of neon lights a masterful description capable of nesting all that was there in a neat lingering thought!

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Mar 31, 2023

Mar 31, 2023 at 8:40 AM UTC

3-md

In the Heart of the City

Might the years have betrayed me? Not that I didn't know her but her lights knew not the catches of my eye-- mighty concrete behemoths of mid nineteen hundred something littered my view in quaint newness while myriads of roaring metal beasts not without their own masters lunged forward in a sea of people... Mockup shops and street food scents nudged my wallet into sharing a little folded bill of blue, all while market clamour played next to the banter lining the streets. Alas! More than a humble string of words nailed on a poem the night hence are needed to line her canopy of neon lights a masterful description capable of nesting all that was there in a neat lingering thought!

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Inborn debauchery...sea-swilled communion received... hung over and over in discipleship. All's nigh, charged airy pour to date A.D., to tire of personhood. Finding the soul's panoramic view insufferable. Forward motion lugs gluttony--lethargic with figuring. Hunger's recitative plea has completed the mind's mockup. There's twitch and hallucination amongst common ground--upon which, what was exchanged? Do tell and do tell...told by the lot cast, as yet to settle. Billions cry to sleep--to rise the hardwon face...gaming. Their sheets serpentine folds retain shadows as light reinstates its presumption upon them. Our emergence we day into draws back the flesh as needle's eye through...we, with such nobility Kingdoms branch in a single act.

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Nov 4, 2014

Nov 4, 2014 at 12:19 AM UTC

Onoma

Emergence We Day Into

Inborn debauchery...sea-swilled communion received... hung over and over in discipleship. All's nigh, charged airy pour to date A.D., to tire of personhood. Finding the soul's panoramic view insufferable. Forward motion lugs gluttony--lethargic with figuring. Hunger's recitative plea has completed the mind's mockup. There's twitch and hallucination amongst common ground--upon which, what was exchanged? Do tell and do tell...told by the lot cast, as yet to settle. Billions cry to sleep--to rise the hardwon face...gaming. Their sheets serpentine folds retain shadows as light reinstates its presumption upon them. Our emergence we day into draws back the flesh as needle's eye through...we, with such nobility Kingdoms branch in a single act.

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Weekend, shorn spoof head-to-toeing, Sunday sobered...I saw a squirrel sleep for the first time, from a second floor, cozying between pronged boughs. Tiff-tough puff of a tail, spot-spread by a breeze. A split vibrational decision, raring a decided tree--in this cellular mockup city, NY.

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Feb 20, 2017

Feb 20, 2017 at 2:10 AM UTC

Onoma

Mockup City

Weekend, shorn spoof head-to-toeing, Sunday sobered...I saw a squirrel sleep for the first time, from a second floor, cozying between pronged boughs. Tiff-tough puff of a tail, spot-spread by a breeze. A split vibrational decision, raring a decided tree--in this cellular mockup city, NY.

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o **** that fake moody mockup? the one with teary laugh! too quick feet! etymology; from rival to flying to fall matchstick underwater brims over leftover feelings burn the stage & hope it's not overdramatic what to run from? barks every tree 8pm morning coffee for a lost boy catch me

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Nov 27, 2019

Nov 27, 2019 at 10:59 PM UTC

starrthyfall

meet quite

o **** that fake moody mockup? the one with teary laugh! too quick feet! etymology; from rival to flying to fall matchstick underwater brims over leftover feelings burn the stage & hope it's not overdramatic what to run from? barks every tree 8pm morning coffee for a lost boy catch me

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