"partygoers" poems - Hello Poetry

Tribal paint flickers as illumination passes by packed platforms of private souls spilling into peripheral vision Saturday nights create fresh perspective on unconscious thoughts An unpulled can of tired, bow-tied Spaniards and white-clad partygoers Tinney earphones thrusting Brooklyn's finest 99 Problems aren't on my mind but in my (un)willing ears And I saw you on the street 42nd I'd say I was filling my lungs with the poison, beautiful, you showed me You walked past me just another stranger you in 10 years time They say everyone has a doppelganger in NYC I haven't seen mine but she's seen me and Brooke saw her too, rolled up Levis and a frown you looked as beautiful as you always did but clean of everything you'd ever touched or is yet to touch you because nicky clouds my thoughts lift me higher I wanted to tell you that I pray now But I let you walk by and disappear leaving me with myself coffee spilt from matches got twisted and wouldn't light I'm one handed, crowded city but you're not here.

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Apr 25, 2013

Apr 25, 2013 at 8:41 PM UTC

millie-harvey

One Handed/Doppelganger/Alex's Love Song

Tribal paint flickers as illumination passes by packed platforms of private souls spilling into peripheral vision Saturday nights create fresh perspective on unconscious thoughts An unpulled can of tired, bow-tied Spaniards and white-clad partygoers Tinney earphones thrusting Brooklyn's finest 99 Problems aren't on my mind but in my (un)willing ears And I saw you on the street 42nd I'd say I was filling my lungs with the poison, beautiful, you showed me You walked past me just another stranger you in 10 years time They say everyone has a doppelganger in NYC I haven't seen mine but she's seen me and Brooke saw her too, rolled up Levis and a frown you looked as beautiful as you always did but clean of everything you'd ever touched or is yet to touch you because nicky clouds my thoughts lift me higher I wanted to tell you that I pray now But I let you walk by and disappear leaving me with myself coffee spilt from matches got twisted and wouldn't light I'm one handed, crowded city but you're not here.

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Here I arrive, dressed in all black Appearing to this cordial event Nothing to gain from this experience Only a re-visitation Greeted by the master of service: A fellow who looked vaguely like me Introducing me to the partygoers: The very things I tried to escape from my entire life Lust, adorned in a tight red dress and heels Tempting me with the fire of our past flings I manage to control my quake Remembering the times we shouldn’t have had Regret, casual and comical Drunk and cracking jokes with everyone Trying to reconcile for the grief he caused I remembered the times we shouldn’t have had Depression, huddled in a corner Appearing to be a beaten, scarred child Staring directly into my soul with pitch black eyes Making me remember the times we shouldn’t have had Heartbreak, a tall, long-legged mistress Scoffing at the sight of me Sending a slight chill up my spine Remembering the times we shouldn’t have had As I begin to leave, I’m confronted All standing in front of me Finding myself under fire A bullet from each. Dying in the times I could’ve had.

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Nov 29, 2014

Nov 29, 2014 at 2:55 PM UTC

Bruce-leroY

An Invitation to Die

Here I arrive, dressed in all black Appearing to this cordial event Nothing to gain from this experience Only a re-visitation Greeted by the master of service: A fellow who looked vaguely like me Introducing me to the partygoers: The very things I tried to escape from my entire life Lust, adorned in a tight red dress and heels Tempting me with the fire of our past flings I manage to control my quake Remembering the times we shouldn’t have had Regret, casual and comical Drunk and cracking jokes with everyone Trying to reconcile for the grief he caused I remembered the times we shouldn’t have had Depression, huddled in a corner Appearing to be a beaten, scarred child Staring directly into my soul with pitch black eyes Making me remember the times we shouldn’t have had Heartbreak, a tall, long-legged mistress Scoffing at the sight of me Sending a slight chill up my spine Remembering the times we shouldn’t have had As I begin to leave, I’m confronted All standing in front of me Finding myself under fire A bullet from each. Dying in the times I could’ve had.

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With heads ducked low and hoods pulled high The Quiet walk through life With their eyes shut And their ears wide enough To hear the softest of hearts That beat in the chests of the Loud. The Quiet is made of eerie spirits Of happy and sad and empty human shells. They watch as others lively live their days away And only dream of one day whispering To the life of the party When the party comes alive. They’ll say: ‘Why are you pretending?’ The Life of the Party, So high on euphoric relationships Will drink away the question Like they hid away their sorrow. And only at dawn when the alcohol fades Will they panic at the question’s exposure. The Quiet is made of strong shattered souls That watch the Loud lie to themselves. As the partygoers pretend to be painless, The Quiet bathe in their hollow pasts Until the cold waters become soothing enough For the Quiet to gain the courage to speak. They’ll say: ‘There is a Quiet within us all.’ With their soft voices and youthful wisdom The Quiet live invisibly amongst the Loud. And as they watch the world ignore its own misery They’ll listen to the soft hearts of the sufferers To convince the Loud that one day they’ll be strong enough To suffer in silence.

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Feb 21, 2017

Feb 21, 2017 at 11:25 PM UTC

ink

The Quiet Listeners

With heads ducked low and hoods pulled high The Quiet walk through life With their eyes shut And their ears wide enough To hear the softest of hearts That beat in the chests of the Loud. The Quiet is made of eerie spirits Of happy and sad and empty human shells. They watch as others lively live their days away And only dream of one day whispering To the life of the party When the party comes alive. They’ll say: ‘Why are you pretending?’ The Life of the Party, So high on euphoric relationships Will drink away the question Like they hid away their sorrow. And only at dawn when the alcohol fades Will they panic at the question’s exposure. The Quiet is made of strong shattered souls That watch the Loud lie to themselves. As the partygoers pretend to be painless, The Quiet bathe in their hollow pasts Until the cold waters become soothing enough For the Quiet to gain the courage to speak. They’ll say: ‘There is a Quiet within us all.’ With their soft voices and youthful wisdom The Quiet live invisibly amongst the Loud. And as they watch the world ignore its own misery They’ll listen to the soft hearts of the sufferers To convince the Loud that one day they’ll be strong enough To suffer in silence.

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If I could remember that first kiss, I would always be reliving it Veiled by absinthe. The ethanol already eroding the memory. I would remember The way your teeth tugged at my bottom lip Inching me in. Your hands, around my waist, And your tongue cradling my fingers When it wasn’t stroking mine. We awoke the next morning, bodies curving like a jigsaw. My hair was dishevelled; yours, the same as always. It was early, all I wanted was to entwine my arms around you. But the rest of the partygoers could see. Our shield had evaporated with the night the memory. All that remained was a hesitant dawn.

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Apr 25, 2012

Apr 25, 2012 at 11:46 AM UTC

charlotte-burgess

If I could remember

If I could remember that first kiss, I would always be reliving it Veiled by absinthe. The ethanol already eroding the memory. I would remember The way your teeth tugged at my bottom lip Inching me in. Your hands, around my waist, And your tongue cradling my fingers When it wasn’t stroking mine. We awoke the next morning, bodies curving like a jigsaw. My hair was dishevelled; yours, the same as always. It was early, all I wanted was to entwine my arms around you. But the rest of the partygoers could see. Our shield had evaporated with the night the memory. All that remained was a hesitant dawn.

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vendors shouting prices for the goods they can't afford, birds singing painful tunes in tribute to the sun, mothers yelling at their restless children, still tired from fighting with dad last night, steam blowing from cracks in the old brick buildings, stoners taking hits and sharing pipes with kicks, shooting poison in their veins and killing their chances of waking up in the morning, food sizzling and boiling, grilling, cooking , and even broiling, smells from old shoes, garbage, day-old chinese take out, dwelling helplessly in the dark abyss also known as the alleyway, high class women walking proudly in heels, with cellphones to their ears, partygoers stumbling in huddles down the street, reminiscing about last nights rave, alcohol still in their veins the sun hasn't yet come up, but the city never sleeps, and neither should we

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Jun 13, 2014

Jun 13, 2014 at 3:10 PM UTC

cameran

new york new york

vendors shouting prices for the goods they can't afford, birds singing painful tunes in tribute to the sun, mothers yelling at their restless children, still tired from fighting with dad last night, steam blowing from cracks in the old brick buildings, stoners taking hits and sharing pipes with kicks, shooting poison in their veins and killing their chances of waking up in the morning, food sizzling and boiling, grilling, cooking , and even broiling, smells from old shoes, garbage, day-old chinese take out, dwelling helplessly in the dark abyss also known as the alleyway, high class women walking proudly in heels, with cellphones to their ears, partygoers stumbling in huddles down the street, reminiscing about last nights rave, alcohol still in their veins the sun hasn't yet come up, but the city never sleeps, and neither should we

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The gayness inside of me was was exploding into a heavy spinning rise in the autumn blue sky, marching trees and leaves gyrating in the cityscape, groovy pumping beats filling the air, as huge partygoers came hip hopping on the scene. There was a spark of passion in the horizon, a sizzling flame intensifying within this masterpiece, while shirtless guys boogied and swayed their hips to the electrifying sounds of gay pride. The accelerating adrenaline amplifying inside their astonishing craftwork. The smooth flow of waving hands and deep dropping thighs and ankles cruising various dimensions. The rhythm of bouncing shoulders and arms lost in the wind, as I danced and danced upon this glorious wave. I'm in love with this magical place, the vibrant beauty blowing in sight, the laughter and happiness swirling through the exhilarating crowd.

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Jan 6, 2019

Jan 6, 2019 at 2:38 PM UTC

travis-green

Gay Pride

The gayness inside of me was was exploding into a heavy spinning rise in the autumn blue sky, marching trees and leaves gyrating in the cityscape, groovy pumping beats filling the air, as huge partygoers came hip hopping on the scene. There was a spark of passion in the horizon, a sizzling flame intensifying within this masterpiece, while shirtless guys boogied and swayed their hips to the electrifying sounds of gay pride. The accelerating adrenaline amplifying inside their astonishing craftwork. The smooth flow of waving hands and deep dropping thighs and ankles cruising various dimensions. The rhythm of bouncing shoulders and arms lost in the wind, as I danced and danced upon this glorious wave. I'm in love with this magical place, the vibrant beauty blowing in sight, the laughter and happiness swirling through the exhilarating crowd.

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I want to fit in Not with the jocks I don’t like sports that much anyway Not with the late-night partygoers Our definitions of fun are much too different Not with the bullies I could never hurt a person Not with the people in my class Not with the people in my dorm Not with the people around me I want to fit in with the misfits

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Jan 22, 2018

Jan 22, 2018 at 6:10 PM UTC

h_phone

Fit In

I want to fit in Not with the jocks I don’t like sports that much anyway Not with the late-night partygoers Our definitions of fun are much too different Not with the bullies I could never hurt a person Not with the people in my class Not with the people in my dorm Not with the people around me I want to fit in with the misfits

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Let us go nightswimming And weave myths out of memories Let the stars shine over The corals of your heart With bioluminescent algae Glowing around your body As if a glow in the dark crucifix Beatific as the moment of death Smell the salty air Neptune's drunken breath And dance by the beach With the partygoers drunk In their mythmaking Ecstatic like a monk Weave the night, yes weave Our breaths into a myth Into Odysseus sailing the Aegean Into the miraculous with the Galilean

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Dec 2, 2020

Dec 2, 2020 at 12:10 AM UTC

levrosario

Nightswimming

Let us go nightswimming And weave myths out of memories Let the stars shine over The corals of your heart With bioluminescent algae Glowing around your body As if a glow in the dark crucifix Beatific as the moment of death Smell the salty air Neptune's drunken breath And dance by the beach With the partygoers drunk In their mythmaking Ecstatic like a monk Weave the night, yes weave Our breaths into a myth Into Odysseus sailing the Aegean Into the miraculous with the Galilean

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