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"parlors" poems

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The Perfect RoadtripI want to go on a roadtrip. Away from things that's familiar and safe. I want to get away and break free. Maybe with someone special or maybe all on my own. I want to raid the oldest libraries and read all the books I can to my heart's content. I want to visit museums and coffee shops and ice cream parlors and try everything they have. I want to take a walk to the oldest streets, alone or holding someone's hand, while eating ice cream. I want to explore places. I want to sleep in a tent. I want to sleep under the stars. I want to drive a motorbike. Stop a lot just to appreciate the view, take it all in the beauty before my eyes, breathe fresh air. I want to have polaroid camera and capture everything in the moment. Capture the sunrise and sunset. Capture a boy's wide smile or the old lady's toothless grin or the two lovers' embrace. I want to take pictures of myself smiling from ear to ear. I want to chase the moon and the fog. Spend hours picking strawberries, smelling flowers. I want to throw my hands in the air and dance and feel the wind in my hair. I want to buy souvenirs from each place I go as if the pictures I take are not enough, I want something that will last. I want to meet new people and make new friends. I want to make memories that will forever stay with me.

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Sweet—safe—Houses457 / Sweet—safe—Houses— / Glad—gay—Houses—

Emily Dickinson18

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I have a King, who does not speak103 / I have a King, who does not speak— / So—wondering—thro’ the hours meek

Emily Dickinson19

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The Monsters are Due on Maple StreetHigh above dear Maple Street / There looms a cold iron curtain of fear / That dares to drop and let all the monsters

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my love brought me tranquilitymy love brought / me tranquility. / my love bought

@nat-lipstadt75

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goodnight... though nothing is good... and we have only the night. goodnightthe ghosts around your moist lips / clipping the sweet drench of our limp wish.... / the spectral harlots of our far lit lamps

@third-eye-candy50

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Insipid Greedits all franchises / as far as you might see / burger joints, taco houses, and pizza parlors

@manx-kronos-pragna17

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Life Is a PuzzleLife is a puzzle / That won't be solved / By the argument of your mind.

@bijan-rabiee42

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In Germany, the Tough Kids Eat Ice Cream TooGrandmothers buy flowers while their husbands / lick a cone / chocolate-vanilla swirl.

@molly-greenhood12

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Happy Endings Are For Massage ParlorsFairy tales / Are hard to achieve / But we could make our own story

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the big IF. revolution?! / what revolution?! / i can't see a guillotine!

@removed.polaroid-scrabble116

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A PIECE FROM MY HERITAGE*I want to trend / Not in modern but in the good ancient my friend / I want a candle; candles up an earthen chandelier

@ignatius-hosiana36

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Autopsy Case # Psalms 144 (Scene 2 Take 1)(Scene 2, Take 1) / Off their table and into his gurney / Wheeling you out I start you on your next journey.

@curt-a-rivard-sr39

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Baby VampsBABY vamps, is it harder work than it used to be? / Are the new soda parlors worse than the old time saloons? / Baby vamps, do you have jobs in the day time or is this all you do? do you come out only at night?

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Nuances Matter (spontaneously inspired 10 minute rant)Mm, yes. / I find that the sultry of subtlety / does not hide well among the obvious!

@phosphorimental21

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The Drinking DaughterOldest of two / Responsible for none / She was always a daddy's girl

@holly-salvatore60

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AutonomousI am buried beneath technology / where a lighted screen is telling me / how to dream and who to be.

@InnumerableStardust23

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MushroomsOh succulent mushrooms / how I do love you! / Such a little hafling I am

@jayme-m-yaroch32

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UntitledThe talk of the town / Is old school revolvers and revolution / Dusty trails and old wives tales

@joseph-childress14

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welcome to south forkrainbow grocery, / a couple bait shops, / novelty trap parlors,

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Corsets tight, society's chainsWhispered words and stolen glances, / gloved hands clasp, fingers laced. / Hidden lines and hopeful chances -

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Banishment and Return to the Lovely Isle (2024)about / a year ago the doctors ordered me to return, / put down the tablet, cease driving, stay seated,

@whereshelter31

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Country RoadThey say you are just an old gravel country road / lined by trees on both sides for many a mile / but for me you are the path of escape

@andreas-simic19

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