"osculated" poems - Hello Poetry

~ *Lost inside a labyrinth Tight-lipped tinkerer open-mouthed cynosure Pressing matters completing their circuit all things said, but not spoken Osculated locution, succinct phrasing released, but not heard The human element imparting seminal spark —together felt and touched A tingling syntax owing to its art becoming its nucleus* ~

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Jun 3, 2021

Jun 3, 2021 at 4:10 PM UTC

Carlo-C-Gomez

A Kiss is a Conversation

~ *Lost inside a labyrinth Tight-lipped tinkerer open-mouthed cynosure Pressing matters completing their circuit all things said, but not spoken Osculated locution, succinct phrasing released, but not heard The human element imparting seminal spark —together felt and touched A tingling syntax owing to its art becoming its nucleus* ~

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*stellar direction in undulating terrain punctuated by meteoric columns of infinite light imparting a clutching embrace to the face of now lunar reflections form a fluid nocturnal path to an osculated gateway of fertile encompassment culminating in breathless pillows of untabled silence stars without fault grace the expressive heavens while muted words gaze out through rooftop eyes cascading over living stone in waterfalls of emotional geodes*

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Aug 15, 2014

Aug 15, 2014 at 2:42 PM UTC

liam

Constellation

*stellar direction in undulating terrain punctuated by meteoric columns of infinite light imparting a clutching embrace to the face of now lunar reflections form a fluid nocturnal path to an osculated gateway of fertile encompassment culminating in breathless pillows of untabled silence stars without fault grace the expressive heavens while muted words gaze out through rooftop eyes cascading over living stone in waterfalls of emotional geodes*

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Frigidity wounded the tender palms, numbness nestled in beards, crystals of snow hung from her earrings; all now photographs that have creased. The souls stare into the windows once mistaken for walls, recalling their shadows chained to the stagnant snow, but the seasons are meant to spiral, and amidst the mosses osculated by winters, there bloomed petals adorned by renewal. Some cling tight to the yarn, afraid of pointed crystals shredding the weave, while some recall the cold, garbed in a tender sweater — the tender sweater spun by bleeding hands, pricked by needles and lost amongst the threads. Once one with the pine tree, trembling in a blizzard, they now converse of and with past, clad in fabrics of rejuvenation.

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Sep 13, 2025

Sep 13, 2025 at 11:05 AM UTC

mwyyne

Sweaters Woven Out Of Snow

Frigidity wounded the tender palms, numbness nestled in beards, crystals of snow hung from her earrings; all now photographs that have creased. The souls stare into the windows once mistaken for walls, recalling their shadows chained to the stagnant snow, but the seasons are meant to spiral, and amidst the mosses osculated by winters, there bloomed petals adorned by renewal. Some cling tight to the yarn, afraid of pointed crystals shredding the weave, while some recall the cold, garbed in a tender sweater — the tender sweater spun by bleeding hands, pricked by needles and lost amongst the threads. Once one with the pine tree, trembling in a blizzard, they now converse of and with past, clad in fabrics of rejuvenation.

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*I wanted to write about our happiness Especially with this night's stillness Tonight I wanted to write about me and you The you I loved, the one I first met The you on our memorable first date One whose smile condensed me like dew One who brought the better out of me And took 30 good minutes just to hug me The one who smiled, one who was shy The you who actually taught me how to kiss "Close your eyes, and hold me like this " Yes, we passionately osculated for hours When the entire big world was just ours The one I locked fingers with and walked You remember those nights we talked? No moment has ever matched that so far Some memories are vivid, some are blur Thought about that funny day in my room When you swept me like a new broom To the bed, did you actually want it You were an apple I always wanted to eat But I was too young, thought it would last Or maybe being the first, wanted it to last I wanted to write about that **** card You sent me wishing me luck and success, It made that year the best I've ever had I wanted to write about your embrace Wanted to write about how I dreamed When your affection filled and brimmed I was tempted to think we were forever To flow to happily ever after, like a river Write about how I missed you during school When thinking about you restored my cool Each time I was provoked and frayed You were a constant each time I prayed With you in my life, I was a crowned king "Long distance ",the song I recall you sing To write about that little I could afford Remember the gifts, my first, It's a record I was ashamed when you disappeared I felt my instincts mock me, I feared To write about my the favorite picture I think about that in almost every lecture Didn't want to buy you the small sweet My heart is what said I should do it I was glad when you actually loved them The deep emotions are hard to explain Afraid words might make them sound plain I remember Mil wanted U and I make love I was so honest with you little loving dove I wanted us to travel the whole world I hoped to be with you till grey and bald Today I just wanted to be simple and true As I remember the moments with you The moments I were treasured and hailed But I was still affected,once again I failed*

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Jun 7, 2015

Jun 7, 2015 at 3:41 PM UTC

ignatius-hosiana

WANTED BUT I FAILED

*I wanted to write about our happiness Especially with this night's stillness Tonight I wanted to write about me and you The you I loved, the one I first met The you on our memorable first date One whose smile condensed me like dew One who brought the better out of me And took 30 good minutes just to hug me The one who smiled, one who was shy The you who actually taught me how to kiss "Close your eyes, and hold me like this " Yes, we passionately osculated for hours When the entire big world was just ours The one I locked fingers with and walked You remember those nights we talked? No moment has ever matched that so far Some memories are vivid, some are blur Thought about that funny day in my room When you swept me like a new broom To the bed, did you actually want it You were an apple I always wanted to eat But I was too young, thought it would last Or maybe being the first, wanted it to last I wanted to write about that **** card You sent me wishing me luck and success, It made that year the best I've ever had I wanted to write about your embrace Wanted to write about how I dreamed When your affection filled and brimmed I was tempted to think we were forever To flow to happily ever after, like a river Write about how I missed you during school When thinking about you restored my cool Each time I was provoked and frayed You were a constant each time I prayed With you in my life, I was a crowned king "Long distance ",the song I recall you sing To write about that little I could afford Remember the gifts, my first, It's a record I was ashamed when you disappeared I felt my instincts mock me, I feared To write about my the favorite picture I think about that in almost every lecture Didn't want to buy you the small sweet My heart is what said I should do it I was glad when you actually loved them The deep emotions are hard to explain Afraid words might make them sound plain I remember Mil wanted U and I make love I was so honest with you little loving dove I wanted us to travel the whole world I hoped to be with you till grey and bald Today I just wanted to be simple and true As I remember the moments with you The moments I were treasured and hailed But I was still affected,once again I failed*

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like summer rain, she osculated flames.

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Jan 3, 2015

Jan 3, 2015 at 1:03 AM UTC