"photoshoot" poems - Hello Poetry

oh she is abandoned in that field dancing alone to an imaginary tune waiting for the sun to set so she can gaze at the moon running through the tall grass picking flowers to put in her hair blissfully alone she doesn't know I'm there I can't seem to read her face because her smile is a contrast to those big blue eyes why is she hiding when she doesn't notice my disguise? staring blankly at the sun finally she settles on a stone her palms are scathed and she believes she's on her own she begs the relinquished cabin to hold still so she can climb the walls she sits contemplating existance and hoping she doesn't fall as time goes by I continue to watch sickened, I reveal myself hastily and deviantly she is not surprised all along she's been my angel watching me

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Jul 8, 2010

Jul 8, 2010 at 10:36 PM UTC

brianna-marie

photoshoot

oh she is abandoned in that field dancing alone to an imaginary tune waiting for the sun to set so she can gaze at the moon running through the tall grass picking flowers to put in her hair blissfully alone she doesn't know I'm there I can't seem to read her face because her smile is a contrast to those big blue eyes why is she hiding when she doesn't notice my disguise? staring blankly at the sun finally she settles on a stone her palms are scathed and she believes she's on her own she begs the relinquished cabin to hold still so she can climb the walls she sits contemplating existance and hoping she doesn't fall as time goes by I continue to watch sickened, I reveal myself hastily and deviantly she is not surprised all along she's been my angel watching me

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a.i is already a failure to me: i write one thing, html misspells what i write, dumb robotics ahoy! at the cashiers', hot topic... a burning toothpick that illuminated the woods: headmaster in some school extends his jurisdiction from children to parents, wants the mothers to be less sloppy dressed in the english casual: pyjamas. two cashiers debate, i take my usual three beers and a bottle of scotch for a walk (i drink the scotch at home), i side with the liberals... wear the **** you want... the other side can't decide a line of argument, conversation turns to my frost bitten hands, nasty winter mosquitoes bit my hands all red... i say it's not too bad... she takes them into her hands, warms them up, she's older than my mother, but i still would... given girls my age are ******* the legs of hugh hefner for the retirement pay-cheque and prior to a bosom-spread photoshoot... i walk out patting the head of a stranger's dog waiting for the hands that drop food onto the plate and keep the leash stern... your typical evening at a supermarket.

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Feb 2, 2016

Feb 2, 2016 at 6:40 PM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

apache clap

a.i is already a failure to me: i write one thing, html misspells what i write, dumb robotics ahoy! at the cashiers', hot topic... a burning toothpick that illuminated the woods: headmaster in some school extends his jurisdiction from children to parents, wants the mothers to be less sloppy dressed in the english casual: pyjamas. two cashiers debate, i take my usual three beers and a bottle of scotch for a walk (i drink the scotch at home), i side with the liberals... wear the **** you want... the other side can't decide a line of argument, conversation turns to my frost bitten hands, nasty winter mosquitoes bit my hands all red... i say it's not too bad... she takes them into her hands, warms them up, she's older than my mother, but i still would... given girls my age are ******* the legs of hugh hefner for the retirement pay-cheque and prior to a bosom-spread photoshoot... i walk out patting the head of a stranger's dog waiting for the hands that drop food onto the plate and keep the leash stern... your typical evening at a supermarket.

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The sky cried again today, it was sad and angry. I wonder, if it was supposed to flood the earth and **** all living. I wonder, if the raindrops are really tears of those, who cried today. I wonder, how many must have cried today, to make the grass smell like it showered. I wonder, if lightning is a photoshoot of the world, before it’s drowning. I wonder, who is going to look at the pictures taken today. I wonder, if thunder is the drumroll before the surprise. I wonder, if everyone feels the beat in their veins. I wonder, if the raindrops are afraid of landing on the leaves of the high trees. I wonder, if the trees ever look down at us and think of all the better ways they could rule this world. I wonder, if they ever scream at us, to stop ruining their earth. I wonder, why we take this world for granted and call it ours. I wonder, if we took this world from a better cause, to make the sky cry. I wonder if I am the only one to see this broken world in the rain and, I wonder, if I am the only one to hear the endless screams of pain, to see the tears of so many, covered up by an act of nature. I wonder, if humanity has survived longer than it should have. I wonder…

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May 10, 2018

May 10, 2018 at 1:03 PM UTC

UpTownPoetry

A Story of Rain

The sky cried again today, it was sad and angry. I wonder, if it was supposed to flood the earth and **** all living. I wonder, if the raindrops are really tears of those, who cried today. I wonder, how many must have cried today, to make the grass smell like it showered. I wonder, if lightning is a photoshoot of the world, before it’s drowning. I wonder, who is going to look at the pictures taken today. I wonder, if thunder is the drumroll before the surprise. I wonder, if everyone feels the beat in their veins. I wonder, if the raindrops are afraid of landing on the leaves of the high trees. I wonder, if the trees ever look down at us and think of all the better ways they could rule this world. I wonder, if they ever scream at us, to stop ruining their earth. I wonder, why we take this world for granted and call it ours. I wonder, if we took this world from a better cause, to make the sky cry. I wonder if I am the only one to see this broken world in the rain and, I wonder, if I am the only one to hear the endless screams of pain, to see the tears of so many, covered up by an act of nature. I wonder, if humanity has survived longer than it should have. I wonder…

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Vacation wear: for photo shoot **** sundress Cute underwear **** ******* Thong Moo moo dress Moo moo dress Moo moo dress Moo moo dress Moo moo dress Moo moo dress Polka dot bikini String bikini Silky robe Flowers Nothing

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May 27, 2020

May 27, 2020 at 5:11 PM UTC

MrsTimetable

Semi-longueur photoshoot

Vacation wear: for photo shoot **** sundress Cute underwear **** ******* Thong Moo moo dress Moo moo dress Moo moo dress Moo moo dress Moo moo dress Moo moo dress Polka dot bikini String bikini Silky robe Flowers Nothing

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when i was twelve i was taken into a dark alley and ***** the guy lied and said "we did a photoshoot" to everyone. Now im scared of the dark and people. I hope it was worth it for him.

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Sep 6, 2015

Sep 6, 2015 at 3:05 AM UTC

rwbyray

When i was 12

when i was twelve i was taken into a dark alley and ***** the guy lied and said "we did a photoshoot" to everyone. Now im scared of the dark and people. I hope it was worth it for him.

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a long day from a long week went by so quickly; it was a bright night, 9th day of the month so close to the headline there she is, so bright like a spotlight standing high in the limelight the centre of every eye of those who cherish she is pretty even with the blemish her beauty was like no other no one soul wanted to compete with her knowing that they’ll lose if they try to be on the cruise he was amazed he had a photoshoot with her “she looks beautiful tonight” says his heart she whispered to him silently asking him to look up, giving him the reassurance that she will always be there for him amidst the darkness that he is in. then again, “she is as beautiful as she is” revealing a new side of her every single night which is why he is always and always amazed by her being “she is beautiful and will always be forever _in my heart_”.

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Sep 29, 2017

Sep 29, 2017 at 11:43 AM UTC

puteriameena

the moon

a long day from a long week went by so quickly; it was a bright night, 9th day of the month so close to the headline there she is, so bright like a spotlight standing high in the limelight the centre of every eye of those who cherish she is pretty even with the blemish her beauty was like no other no one soul wanted to compete with her knowing that they’ll lose if they try to be on the cruise he was amazed he had a photoshoot with her “she looks beautiful tonight” says his heart she whispered to him silently asking him to look up, giving him the reassurance that she will always be there for him amidst the darkness that he is in. then again, “she is as beautiful as she is” revealing a new side of her every single night which is why he is always and always amazed by her being “she is beautiful and will always be forever _in my heart_”.

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