"pinkys" poems - Hello Poetry

not since nor silk. Mother's milk for the generations.. yes she was . Greeted Lindbergh on touchdown. Society clone. Rich ************* could not leave her alone. Tall tale teller.Paperback construct. Stepping into the ball with no invitation and stopped the music and conversation. Pale skinned poser. Gettin over. Her daddy was a man of means. Hired by the Majesties to count jellybeans. He loved the local **** to the tune of Poppa was a rollin stone. The magistrates and potentates in the republic of bananas. Pinkys up tea sippers . Could not get hold of collective zippers. Faded portrait. long dead poser.ball buster. Pretty as crystal.Tough as pig iron. She was high flying flapper. Cutting a rug. Charleston,Jitterbug. Short skirt flirt. Grandma ? Smokin hot and smokin when women did not dare. C.O.P.D. and a hacking cough came the pipers toll. The Wages. Just keeping it real. Slip sliding away. Drove a Jalopy. Aiee Pahpi chulo. Bestin May West with a smaller life jacket. Turn the century. Trench warfare. Over the top.The war to end all ? shiiiit. Great Grandma was a show stopper. To the very end.

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Oct 8, 2013

Oct 8, 2013 at 12:41 AM UTC

geno-cattouse-1

Banana Republic Yucatan Pen.

not since nor silk. Mother's milk for the generations.. yes she was . Greeted Lindbergh on touchdown. Society clone. Rich ************* could not leave her alone. Tall tale teller.Paperback construct. Stepping into the ball with no invitation and stopped the music and conversation. Pale skinned poser. Gettin over. Her daddy was a man of means. Hired by the Majesties to count jellybeans. He loved the local **** to the tune of Poppa was a rollin stone. The magistrates and potentates in the republic of bananas. Pinkys up tea sippers . Could not get hold of collective zippers. Faded portrait. long dead poser.ball buster. Pretty as crystal.Tough as pig iron. She was high flying flapper. Cutting a rug. Charleston,Jitterbug. Short skirt flirt. Grandma ? Smokin hot and smokin when women did not dare. C.O.P.D. and a hacking cough came the pipers toll. The Wages. Just keeping it real. Slip sliding away. Drove a Jalopy. Aiee Pahpi chulo. Bestin May West with a smaller life jacket. Turn the century. Trench warfare. Over the top.The war to end all ? shiiiit. Great Grandma was a show stopper. To the very end.

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Deep within A genie bottle you and I Are forever snapping At wishbones, but neither one Of us gets the middle wish. Sent into a plume of empty smoke That leaves us spent and separated. I wonder how many dandelions You dedicate to me. Dust falls upon our cut pinkys We lay wasted and dry of all Childhood promise games, There's nothing left but to Pluck out each individual eyelash., Our lungs forcing one towards Another hopeless, begging wish. We deserve no more pain.

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Jan 3, 2014

Jan 3, 2014 at 9:44 AM UTC

madsline

Cut pinky promises.

Deep within A genie bottle you and I Are forever snapping At wishbones, but neither one Of us gets the middle wish. Sent into a plume of empty smoke That leaves us spent and separated. I wonder how many dandelions You dedicate to me. Dust falls upon our cut pinkys We lay wasted and dry of all Childhood promise games, There's nothing left but to Pluck out each individual eyelash., Our lungs forcing one towards Another hopeless, begging wish. We deserve no more pain.

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And so, they ran as far as 7 year old muscles would let. Cutting across the softened hues of green and pinks on the end of a day. Where skinned knees were kissed with the warm promise that the smarting pain would be gone. Pinkys said shy hellos under bed-sheet tents, their hair haloed by the sunshine Eyes brighter, and cheeks crimson and freckled, all ready to take on the great big world.

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Mar 21, 2015

Mar 21, 2015 at 8:09 AM UTC

amanda-27

Atlas

And so, they ran as far as 7 year old muscles would let. Cutting across the softened hues of green and pinks on the end of a day. Where skinned knees were kissed with the warm promise that the smarting pain would be gone. Pinkys said shy hellos under bed-sheet tents, their hair haloed by the sunshine Eyes brighter, and cheeks crimson and freckled, all ready to take on the great big world.

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I believe in promise more than I should Grew up thinking that pinkys bent together were the strongest bond there is I am just now learning how to ease my grip Learning How to break the rope I tie with vow Just before it catches into noose I have been hung from the rafters of my own vulnerability Too many times before And I am learning How to build back strong Learning How to keep my doors locked Trying To stop letting people in Those who lure me with the pledge of future Who tell me their intentions are golden And I, The silver plated woman Have nothing to worry about But I've seen platinum turn to rust right before my eyes And too often does metal twist into deceit I want to believe That everyone who gives me oath Is genuine in their undertaking I want to believe That it is impossible To tell someone you care And then out of nowhere just pack up and leave I never understood How it is anyone is able To wake up one morning And just stop loving How you could swear interest for months And then one day just lose it I am done Holding on to words that never meant anything in the first place How many times do I have to hit hard until I learn To stop jumping in head first I am still believing And forgetting the lie within it Forgetting That pinkys can break too Bone is not shatterproof Yet somehow Still heals much quicker than heart My hopes Are so much brighter than my reality And every time they fail I still find ways to put blame on something else On someone else But never the one who drops me I still remember your promise Still fresh from your tongue I am holding on to it in the palm of my hand Grasping it between fingers Morphing it into skin Trying to convince myself That you're going to come back for it That the leave was only temporary See I am skilled in the art Of never letting go It is a practice I have mastered And I do not intend On stopping Even if you never return Even if I Never come back down to earth I am perfectly content with this delusion Wake me up When there is solace In something other than falsity Wake me up When I finally find someone Willing To come back to me.

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Jul 28, 2014

Jul 28, 2014 at 9:36 PM UTC

danielle-shorr

The Art of Never Letting Go

I believe in promise more than I should Grew up thinking that pinkys bent together were the strongest bond there is I am just now learning how to ease my grip Learning How to break the rope I tie with vow Just before it catches into noose I have been hung from the rafters of my own vulnerability Too many times before And I am learning How to build back strong Learning How to keep my doors locked Trying To stop letting people in Those who lure me with the pledge of future Who tell me their intentions are golden And I, The silver plated woman Have nothing to worry about But I've seen platinum turn to rust right before my eyes And too often does metal twist into deceit I want to believe That everyone who gives me oath Is genuine in their undertaking I want to believe That it is impossible To tell someone you care And then out of nowhere just pack up and leave I never understood How it is anyone is able To wake up one morning And just stop loving How you could swear interest for months And then one day just lose it I am done Holding on to words that never meant anything in the first place How many times do I have to hit hard until I learn To stop jumping in head first I am still believing And forgetting the lie within it Forgetting That pinkys can break too Bone is not shatterproof Yet somehow Still heals much quicker than heart My hopes Are so much brighter than my reality And every time they fail I still find ways to put blame on something else On someone else But never the one who drops me I still remember your promise Still fresh from your tongue I am holding on to it in the palm of my hand Grasping it between fingers Morphing it into skin Trying to convince myself That you're going to come back for it That the leave was only temporary See I am skilled in the art Of never letting go It is a practice I have mastered And I do not intend On stopping Even if you never return Even if I Never come back down to earth I am perfectly content with this delusion Wake me up When there is solace In something other than falsity Wake me up When I finally find someone Willing To come back to me.

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He must’ve forgotten he called me the moon when our pinkys were intertwined and his smile lived on my lips. How do I say this place revolving your life while a distant planet is not the life I wanted?

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Feb 1, 2021

Feb 1, 2021 at 12:56 AM UTC

Altprime

Unwanted

He must’ve forgotten he called me the moon when our pinkys were intertwined and his smile lived on my lips. How do I say this place revolving your life while a distant planet is not the life I wanted?

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I'm still wasting away time in thoughts of your eyes Smile Smile Eyes Smile Lips Lips Smile Eyes Lips Smiling on the outside You're nothing more than the letters on my middle finger The cuts in my rhymes The songs in my throat that crawl out of my mouth to someday save you from all this worlds hate Anger Why is my heart still breaking? Still wanting to tie our pinkys together so we can't let for of the promise of forever So tell me Why does it feel like Gods just a babysitter on the phone? And why the hell am I still alone? 1. My aunt says I'm too sensitive and I can thank my father But doesn't that make your smile just as sinister? 2. A chance is what I desire But I've never had a chance I wait for change but change becomes passion Passion becomes destiny Destiny takes a lifetime Lifetime is nothing but a waste Just watch the channel 3. Yes, I keep guns in my lungs just waiting to pull the trigger on someone 4. I was taught that being alone is better than losing what you want 5. Let's pretend that we don't exist and love never sprung up from our finger tips when I first touched your lips with Happiness wanted to exist I think so did forever 6. I'm sorry I came hard with claws 7. I'm sorry your life looks like this in photo albums 8. I'm sorry I spit every single problem on the bottom of your shoes But you denied it for no more and no less of a quarter 9. I went home with cuts down my spine thinking I'll be fine 10. Your words bleed the blues of my words that should be spoken but are only left scars 1. The moon is closer to the sun than I am anyone 4. You To caught up in other peoples business because your own countless nights without sleep isn't enough 25. Everyone died their hair in memory of you Blue But they can't tell one thing about you 6. I'm down kneeling on already scraped knees 5. The trick of attraction is that it doesn't make sense 4. The trick of attraction is perfection 3. I'm sorry we can't talk about it 2. She spends her nights lying awake retracing her lips because there once was a time he had kissed them 1. Do you get the catch? Or are you the chase? Or the base? Maybe the core? Ya, you're the core of my hate

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Feb 7, 2014

Feb 7, 2014 at 10:51 AM UTC

taylor-pyle

Playing God

I'm still wasting away time in thoughts of your eyes Smile Smile Eyes Smile Lips Lips Smile Eyes Lips Smiling on the outside You're nothing more than the letters on my middle finger The cuts in my rhymes The songs in my throat that crawl out of my mouth to someday save you from all this worlds hate Anger Why is my heart still breaking? Still wanting to tie our pinkys together so we can't let for of the promise of forever So tell me Why does it feel like Gods just a babysitter on the phone? And why the hell am I still alone? 1. My aunt says I'm too sensitive and I can thank my father But doesn't that make your smile just as sinister? 2. A chance is what I desire But I've never had a chance I wait for change but change becomes passion Passion becomes destiny Destiny takes a lifetime Lifetime is nothing but a waste Just watch the channel 3. Yes, I keep guns in my lungs just waiting to pull the trigger on someone 4. I was taught that being alone is better than losing what you want 5. Let's pretend that we don't exist and love never sprung up from our finger tips when I first touched your lips with Happiness wanted to exist I think so did forever 6. I'm sorry I came hard with claws 7. I'm sorry your life looks like this in photo albums 8. I'm sorry I spit every single problem on the bottom of your shoes But you denied it for no more and no less of a quarter 9. I went home with cuts down my spine thinking I'll be fine 10. Your words bleed the blues of my words that should be spoken but are only left scars 1. The moon is closer to the sun than I am anyone 4. You To caught up in other peoples business because your own countless nights without sleep isn't enough 25. Everyone died their hair in memory of you Blue But they can't tell one thing about you 6. I'm down kneeling on already scraped knees 5. The trick of attraction is that it doesn't make sense 4. The trick of attraction is perfection 3. I'm sorry we can't talk about it 2. She spends her nights lying awake retracing her lips because there once was a time he had kissed them 1. Do you get the catch? Or are you the chase? Or the base? Maybe the core? Ya, you're the core of my hate

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I don't do this for the thank you I do it for you and only you These rhymes I do chime I hope they will calm in time The roaming of your heart Bringing me not a part Instead the whole thing Our pinkys would make a ring Our thumbs we'd kiss Squeezing them together We'd seal Our Promise

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May 6, 2014

May 6, 2014 at 9:38 AM UTC

jonathan-b-wilson

Promise

I don't do this for the thank you I do it for you and only you These rhymes I do chime I hope they will calm in time The roaming of your heart Bringing me not a part Instead the whole thing Our pinkys would make a ring Our thumbs we'd kiss Squeezing them together We'd seal Our Promise

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I am self titled In the matters of Everything that is dark I am whoever you think of And I am absolutely none of them Because people have their opinions Of pinkys and lies, The deceit and broken ties But as strong as you might, The views don't define me So I cheers to you, My fearless fantasy For understanding how you Have to love yourself Cheers to my Speak Now Because you can't let Fear control your life Cheers to Red In the way I wish it was different Because you were different Cheers to nineteen eighty nine For being a building block Of everything to not do wrong Cheers to my Reputation For it doesn't define Anything but what the People of masses want to believe And cheers to Me The wonderful, Unending piece of Peasantry, worthless piece of **** You don't fit the look Or think like others, Multiple personality traits And mental instability But *God **** You sure are ******* amazing

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Dec 8, 2017

Dec 8, 2017 at 3:31 AM UTC

bluevelvet

Self Titled (Explicit)

I am self titled In the matters of Everything that is dark I am whoever you think of And I am absolutely none of them Because people have their opinions Of pinkys and lies, The deceit and broken ties But as strong as you might, The views don't define me So I cheers to you, My fearless fantasy For understanding how you Have to love yourself Cheers to my Speak Now Because you can't let Fear control your life Cheers to Red In the way I wish it was different Because you were different Cheers to nineteen eighty nine For being a building block Of everything to not do wrong Cheers to my Reputation For it doesn't define Anything but what the People of masses want to believe And cheers to Me The wonderful, Unending piece of Peasantry, worthless piece of **** You don't fit the look Or think like others, Multiple personality traits And mental instability But *God **** You sure are ******* amazing

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I might be blue, Activity lewd, Behavior crude, Attitude rude, But when I eat spaghetti I think of you, And I can only call it Pasta and noodles When you're here, it's true.

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Jun 14, 2017

Jun 14, 2017 at 5:06 PM UTC

Pest

Pinkys separate in squiggles

I might be blue, Activity lewd, Behavior crude, Attitude rude, But when I eat spaghetti I think of you, And I can only call it Pasta and noodles When you're here, it's true.

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