"neopolitan" poems - Hello Poetry

In bed, I lay upon my cushioned existence I stay but outside the world's at play birds swimming in the sky and trees that gently sway dancing the day away and I continue to lie the distant sounds of yawning grounds two parched lips as the Earth does rip let the rain come so we may take a sip heavens nectar falls upon a discarded deckchair striped like candy cane blotched with the rain scattered upon sandy dunes could this be a monsoon ironically late but still worth the wait paid patience admission at the gate one ticket to wet wet wet this is what patience gets just need a raincoat so I can appear in the matrix how can you hate this a neopolitan sky dripping with colour if I were a scholar I could espouse on its many virtues instead, I turn up my collar and tip my hat a little milk won't hurt you an umbrella swung round a lamppost and now I'm Gene Kelly still wearing a raincoat but dancing romancing the moonlight for night has snuck in the back door like an absent teenager but this too shall pass soon the dunes turn to grass and I too return to task a new day at play.

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Oct 7, 2018

Oct 7, 2018 at 2:35 PM UTC

theuniVerse

At Play

In bed, I lay upon my cushioned existence I stay but outside the world's at play birds swimming in the sky and trees that gently sway dancing the day away and I continue to lie the distant sounds of yawning grounds two parched lips as the Earth does rip let the rain come so we may take a sip heavens nectar falls upon a discarded deckchair striped like candy cane blotched with the rain scattered upon sandy dunes could this be a monsoon ironically late but still worth the wait paid patience admission at the gate one ticket to wet wet wet this is what patience gets just need a raincoat so I can appear in the matrix how can you hate this a neopolitan sky dripping with colour if I were a scholar I could espouse on its many virtues instead, I turn up my collar and tip my hat a little milk won't hurt you an umbrella swung round a lamppost and now I'm Gene Kelly still wearing a raincoat but dancing romancing the moonlight for night has snuck in the back door like an absent teenager but this too shall pass soon the dunes turn to grass and I too return to task a new day at play.

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a world made of dreams and only to those it seems overwhelming a child crys, an infant dies and we only care about celebrities blond hair and blue eyes makes a perfect messenger of lies for those who see the ties connected at the heart but we are man so we tare apart all the ties that bind divide and conquer like Neopolitan separate and three black, white, and strawbarry confusing is the world and all that live understand we can't, trust we do make a hole in the pit of your soul then show the world what it can do seen many things I have not been many places I have not so many things ahead of me and as I watch myself slowly kneel I say life is a gift for the sadness I feel

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Jul 24, 2010

Jul 24, 2010 at 12:22 AM UTC

tyler-j-perrin

Confusing World

a world made of dreams and only to those it seems overwhelming a child crys, an infant dies and we only care about celebrities blond hair and blue eyes makes a perfect messenger of lies for those who see the ties connected at the heart but we are man so we tare apart all the ties that bind divide and conquer like Neopolitan separate and three black, white, and strawbarry confusing is the world and all that live understand we can't, trust we do make a hole in the pit of your soul then show the world what it can do seen many things I have not been many places I have not so many things ahead of me and as I watch myself slowly kneel I say life is a gift for the sadness I feel

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Roast beef steaming on a plate Baked potatoes gravy laced Yorkshire puddings Round and brown Carrots and stuffing At Christmas found. Gathered with our festive cheer Mum, dad and brother near Laughing in our paper hats Holding napkins on our lap Patterned crackers, motto inside. Sometimes on the floor does slide A silver plated ring or plastic guide The pudding rich and fruity bake Spoonful of single or double take And Neopolitan ice cream to taste. Now to go and watch the box Someone help to do the washing up The snow is soft on our lawn Throwing crumbs from garden door Blackbird and sparrow spy them all. Love Mary ***

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Dec 8, 2018

Dec 8, 2018 at 11:22 AM UTC

mary-gay-kearns

The snow is soft.

Roast beef steaming on a plate Baked potatoes gravy laced Yorkshire puddings Round and brown Carrots and stuffing At Christmas found. Gathered with our festive cheer Mum, dad and brother near Laughing in our paper hats Holding napkins on our lap Patterned crackers, motto inside. Sometimes on the floor does slide A silver plated ring or plastic guide The pudding rich and fruity bake Spoonful of single or double take And Neopolitan ice cream to taste. Now to go and watch the box Someone help to do the washing up The snow is soft on our lawn Throwing crumbs from garden door Blackbird and sparrow spy them all. Love Mary ***

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I caught one once, it felt and tasted like a ice cream melting from the corner of your mouth, and it was glorious and Neopolitan in flavor. and just for a castaway moment we were in a cocoon growing changing embracing love , and then suddenly the shadow fell, and you inhaled my love and spit it out, like a dog who just ate something vile. and then you ran, and then when our eyes would meet, you ran some more. keeping just far enough away outside my desperate reach, that lord forbid that I might ever taste your ice cream smile again. that summer I was 13 it was my first kiss.. I was just a child who once thought anything was possible. then I met you.. stupid girl. *****

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Aug 28, 2018

Aug 28, 2018 at 12:44 PM UTC

napolis

The dark shadow of a runaway ice cream smile

I caught one once, it felt and tasted like a ice cream melting from the corner of your mouth, and it was glorious and Neopolitan in flavor. and just for a castaway moment we were in a cocoon growing changing embracing love , and then suddenly the shadow fell, and you inhaled my love and spit it out, like a dog who just ate something vile. and then you ran, and then when our eyes would meet, you ran some more. keeping just far enough away outside my desperate reach, that lord forbid that I might ever taste your ice cream smile again. that summer I was 13 it was my first kiss.. I was just a child who once thought anything was possible. then I met you.. stupid girl. *****

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If you were an ice cream flavor, you'd be the 2/3 of Neopolitan that doesn't include vanilla— and I'm not just saying that because I love chocolate and you don't. And if you were a city, you'd be Corsica: you're Italian and, I don't know anything about Corsica but It sounds nice Sounds like gorgeous coastal sunsets (or is it sunrises?) And if you were a street you'd be 2250 West – the distant street I grew up on. You're both familiar, short, and I could spend all day just watching you, running up and down you, laying up late at night, watching stars with you. If you were ribbon, I'd be your present; I'd tie your ankles behind my waist in the most beautiful bow and on Christmas morning, you'd be the only gift I wanted to open. I'd wake up early and try to peek without unwrapping you entirely.

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Feb 1, 2013

Feb 1, 2013 at 4:23 AM UTC

jesse-e

Christmas Morning

If you were an ice cream flavor, you'd be the 2/3 of Neopolitan that doesn't include vanilla— and I'm not just saying that because I love chocolate and you don't. And if you were a city, you'd be Corsica: you're Italian and, I don't know anything about Corsica but It sounds nice Sounds like gorgeous coastal sunsets (or is it sunrises?) And if you were a street you'd be 2250 West – the distant street I grew up on. You're both familiar, short, and I could spend all day just watching you, running up and down you, laying up late at night, watching stars with you. If you were ribbon, I'd be your present; I'd tie your ankles behind my waist in the most beautiful bow and on Christmas morning, you'd be the only gift I wanted to open. I'd wake up early and try to peek without unwrapping you entirely.

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Summer melts away like a soft serve Neopolitan ice cream cone upon your lips then mine, and today greets you like a taste that is new, and it's taste releases old tired tears to be forgotten, like adolescent nursery rhymes that your mother sang to you.+ that were your everything for awhile. but now you are awake and life is everything before you, and the morning like a new lover breaks before my eyes.

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Aug 15, 2019

Aug 15, 2019 at 6:10 PM UTC

napolis

Poems in the key of C

Summer melts away like a soft serve Neopolitan ice cream cone upon your lips then mine, and today greets you like a taste that is new, and it's taste releases old tired tears to be forgotten, like adolescent nursery rhymes that your mother sang to you.+ that were your everything for awhile. but now you are awake and life is everything before you, and the morning like a new lover breaks before my eyes.

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