"monumentous" poems - Hello Poetry

Your tears are like champagne; They cost more than you like to admit in polite company And they're saved for the most special of occasions. Every drop is to commemorate a monumentous event (even if the event isn't immediately obvious to the rest of us). When we were together I never got closer than hearing the bubbles fizz below the surface. When we broke up you popped the cork and showered everything in sight with alcoholic nothingness. My tears are like, well, water; Not in that you need them to survive But in that they are inescapable. My fragility (or childishness) is evident in leaking taps And dripping branches And 80% of my biological make up. When we were together you drank nothing but saltwater sadness. shame, joy, surprise, every emotion warranted another glass of water. When we broke up my tear ducts popped like two water balloons and nobody was surprised, they had already opened their umbrellas and taken a precautionary step back. If they had stood a little closer, opened their mouths a little wider, they might have caught the fleeting taste of bitter wine and the closest I have ever come to crying champagne tears.

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Apr 22, 2016

Apr 22, 2016 at 5:49 PM UTC

aisling-2

I've Never Tasted Champagne and You're Drowning

Your tears are like champagne; They cost more than you like to admit in polite company And they're saved for the most special of occasions. Every drop is to commemorate a monumentous event (even if the event isn't immediately obvious to the rest of us). When we were together I never got closer than hearing the bubbles fizz below the surface. When we broke up you popped the cork and showered everything in sight with alcoholic nothingness. My tears are like, well, water; Not in that you need them to survive But in that they are inescapable. My fragility (or childishness) is evident in leaking taps And dripping branches And 80% of my biological make up. When we were together you drank nothing but saltwater sadness. shame, joy, surprise, every emotion warranted another glass of water. When we broke up my tear ducts popped like two water balloons and nobody was surprised, they had already opened their umbrellas and taken a precautionary step back. If they had stood a little closer, opened their mouths a little wider, they might have caught the fleeting taste of bitter wine and the closest I have ever come to crying champagne tears.

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My sun-scorched back tingles pin-point waves of, not quite pain--distress--as I settle back onto this memory-stained slab of concrete. Puffing on a dark-green American Spirit, I relax, taking stalk of the monumentous armada above. Letting go of all focus from my vision in an attempt to take in the world summons forth an arrayed troupe of points Though, they're not that, per se, more like minute splashes along the clouds' surface. They don't remain stationary for long. Suddenly aware of an audience, they get the show rolling. Center stage, a forceful spiral forms, slowly whirl-pooling the others Gravity's on theirs ***** now, they get close, slingshot, rinse and repeat. Individual groups pinch together and blow apart. The performance humbles me, forcing me to take responsibility for my actions, For straight A's popped, Living wills written on concrete slabs, while puffing a light-green American Spirit.

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Jun 30, 2013

Jun 30, 2013 at 3:22 PM UTC

zach-spud-carter

Fond Moldy Memories

My sun-scorched back tingles pin-point waves of, not quite pain--distress--as I settle back onto this memory-stained slab of concrete. Puffing on a dark-green American Spirit, I relax, taking stalk of the monumentous armada above. Letting go of all focus from my vision in an attempt to take in the world summons forth an arrayed troupe of points Though, they're not that, per se, more like minute splashes along the clouds' surface. They don't remain stationary for long. Suddenly aware of an audience, they get the show rolling. Center stage, a forceful spiral forms, slowly whirl-pooling the others Gravity's on theirs ***** now, they get close, slingshot, rinse and repeat. Individual groups pinch together and blow apart. The performance humbles me, forcing me to take responsibility for my actions, For straight A's popped, Living wills written on concrete slabs, while puffing a light-green American Spirit.

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My god doesn’t tear ribs from their nsfw relationship love . She tears the flesh from my bones. She doesn’t do it to create she does it to be selfish and to fatten herself, duplicating in my mind over and over like a tumor until nothing but herself is left. She straddles me with an unnamed sin, sinking her dull teeth in as brown and olive mix. Her voice booms into my ear, begging me to end her in a sorry attempt at being human. Her, my goddess, dressed as a succubus dragging out my sin as she strokes my ego. I turn to a golden idol but she still shadows me for she is monumentous. We commit sin over and over again, and I... love it.

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Feb 20, 2018

Feb 20, 2018 at 10:41 AM UTC

spikey2000

Sin

My god doesn’t tear ribs from their nsfw relationship love . She tears the flesh from my bones. She doesn’t do it to create she does it to be selfish and to fatten herself, duplicating in my mind over and over like a tumor until nothing but herself is left. She straddles me with an unnamed sin, sinking her dull teeth in as brown and olive mix. Her voice booms into my ear, begging me to end her in a sorry attempt at being human. Her, my goddess, dressed as a succubus dragging out my sin as she strokes my ego. I turn to a golden idol but she still shadows me for she is monumentous. We commit sin over and over again, and I... love it.

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They call it Ladder Country From whence a new Babel grew Ascension to space so that the race might continue The Ladder stands monumentous, to deliver up the sundry Our planet's health declined and such this was our plan The Cabinet's decision ultimately to save The human race's extinction, perpretually delayed We deliver starseeds as woman and as man

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Jul 13, 2019

Jul 13, 2019 at 1:53 PM UTC

Ellington

Randomization Challenge 2: Technological Ascension

They call it Ladder Country From whence a new Babel grew Ascension to space so that the race might continue The Ladder stands monumentous, to deliver up the sundry Our planet's health declined and such this was our plan The Cabinet's decision ultimately to save The human race's extinction, perpretually delayed We deliver starseeds as woman and as man

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The wind howled after the divorce, debris flew about in hordes and I simply couldn't hold my myself in place. Sure, I learned to navigate treacherous terrain with sure-footed grace, Everyone around weathered the winds with the same style, same half smile, all saying, "It will just be just a little longer." Years after I'd given up, become numb to the rain, you walked by with an umbrella, on your way somewhere, seeking more permanent shelter. You stopped and offered for me to join you under the umbrella's cover, even though it was a tight squeeze for two. Gentle, powerful, miniscule, monumentous, I love you.

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Feb 4, 2017

Feb 4, 2017 at 12:44 AM UTC

daniel-magner

Weather Woman

The wind howled after the divorce, debris flew about in hordes and I simply couldn't hold my myself in place. Sure, I learned to navigate treacherous terrain with sure-footed grace, Everyone around weathered the winds with the same style, same half smile, all saying, "It will just be just a little longer." Years after I'd given up, become numb to the rain, you walked by with an umbrella, on your way somewhere, seeking more permanent shelter. You stopped and offered for me to join you under the umbrella's cover, even though it was a tight squeeze for two. Gentle, powerful, miniscule, monumentous, I love you.

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Is this situation curious or is it just me who wonders why no one can ever just make up their minds myself included My thoughts deluded with your slender frame when the tang in your breath was all the wind that was left in that world of crashing waves and monumentous puddles you were the only land and I clung on so desperately too desperately as the current pulled me away Is it true that all anyone wants is to be wanted? Or do they just crave being able to pull away?

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Jan 22, 2017

Jan 22, 2017 at 10:52 PM UTC

m-14

Untitled

Is this situation curious or is it just me who wonders why no one can ever just make up their minds myself included My thoughts deluded with your slender frame when the tang in your breath was all the wind that was left in that world of crashing waves and monumentous puddles you were the only land and I clung on so desperately too desperately as the current pulled me away Is it true that all anyone wants is to be wanted? Or do they just crave being able to pull away?

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