"poofed" poems - Hello Poetry

Teething abdomen, We've eaten ourselves into abundance! And we're so very desolate, Lonely, Beside our digestive pile of excremental idioms. I am God, He said, Then choked to death on a raisin. God is subject to nothing! Except raisins, It would seem, Then he woke, God was having a dream. I killed God, It said, As it sat snugly in the throat of God! No figment of imagination, Could make believe me, It said, Then poofed, And became nonexistent. No more late nights he said, Then went to back to bed three days later, And dreamed himself a woman to make love to, And woke alone.

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Apr 24, 2010

Apr 24, 2010 at 12:02 AM UTC

micheal-bevan

Raisin

Teething abdomen, We've eaten ourselves into abundance! And we're so very desolate, Lonely, Beside our digestive pile of excremental idioms. I am God, He said, Then choked to death on a raisin. God is subject to nothing! Except raisins, It would seem, Then he woke, God was having a dream. I killed God, It said, As it sat snugly in the throat of God! No figment of imagination, Could make believe me, It said, Then poofed, And became nonexistent. No more late nights he said, Then went to back to bed three days later, And dreamed himself a woman to make love to, And woke alone.

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His hair is poofed, 8 out of ten Teeth polished soft white Back is naired, nails all clipped Underwear still clean He is bouncy and blathy A brassy baritone rips across the set Co-anchor all Xanaxed and blonded Can’t feel her glowing red mouth About to show their favourite clips Starving umber skinned babies Distended bellies, chopstick arms Fly clouded eyes, light fading Mothers with vacant grey faces Collapsed buildings, bodies sprawled Terrified animals dying Video Head man turns to the camera Mouths the teleprompter tales Without meaning Can’t feel his heartbeat He’s thinking about his ********* Of 17 year old Crack babes locked in his suite ‘N Just as he starts to get jazzed up The lights go down and he knows He knows He’s just a digital clown FFFTTT… The electrons are gone. Songs of the Illustrated Zombies 2010

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Nov 10, 2011

Nov 10, 2011 at 5:04 PM UTC

gary-gibbens

Video Head

His hair is poofed, 8 out of ten Teeth polished soft white Back is naired, nails all clipped Underwear still clean He is bouncy and blathy A brassy baritone rips across the set Co-anchor all Xanaxed and blonded Can’t feel her glowing red mouth About to show their favourite clips Starving umber skinned babies Distended bellies, chopstick arms Fly clouded eyes, light fading Mothers with vacant grey faces Collapsed buildings, bodies sprawled Terrified animals dying Video Head man turns to the camera Mouths the teleprompter tales Without meaning Can’t feel his heartbeat He’s thinking about his ********* Of 17 year old Crack babes locked in his suite ‘N Just as he starts to get jazzed up The lights go down and he knows He knows He’s just a digital clown FFFTTT… The electrons are gone. Songs of the Illustrated Zombies 2010

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Oh, you’re so cute You think you can fix it You think you can find a magic word To make it **** and fly away How about as you writhe and scream You’re not as cute starved half to death Shall I gorge you now On the finest food around? Where are your magic words now, little miss? You’ve lost them, haven’t you Tsk tsk And it’s not yet poofed and flown away. You’re no longer cute, not in the least Do you hate the child you were? The child whose search for magic words Led it right into the eager maw of the world Now you’ve given up each shred of hope Soon I’m sure you’ll rise to my throne of taunts But before you go, so thoroughly beaten There’s one last little thing I must tell you. There was a word It was there all along The abracadabra you sought for so long Now! Away to your kingdom of torture and lies I know you’ll enjoy it, as I have mine And remember that word that you’ll never find For it will inflict on your subjects the keenest pain they’ll ever know.

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May 28, 2013

May 28, 2013 at 6:27 PM UTC

lukas

Abracadabra

Oh, you’re so cute You think you can fix it You think you can find a magic word To make it **** and fly away How about as you writhe and scream You’re not as cute starved half to death Shall I gorge you now On the finest food around? Where are your magic words now, little miss? You’ve lost them, haven’t you Tsk tsk And it’s not yet poofed and flown away. You’re no longer cute, not in the least Do you hate the child you were? The child whose search for magic words Led it right into the eager maw of the world Now you’ve given up each shred of hope Soon I’m sure you’ll rise to my throne of taunts But before you go, so thoroughly beaten There’s one last little thing I must tell you. There was a word It was there all along The abracadabra you sought for so long Now! Away to your kingdom of torture and lies I know you’ll enjoy it, as I have mine And remember that word that you’ll never find For it will inflict on your subjects the keenest pain they’ll ever know.

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"I don't look like Snooki, do I?" I asked her, grimacing. "Of course not! You look hot!" She gleamed with pride. This monstrosity on my head was her doing. My frown deepened and I stared at my red face in the mirror. "Beileve me, he's gonna love it." I forced a smile and asked her to go grab me my purse. As soon as she whipped around the corner, I shut the door and wiped off the eyeliner and lipstick slathered on my face. I zipped up the front of my "zip-all-the-way-down-" shirt that she had lent me, just in time for her to open the door. She smiled at me again. She didn't notice the difference. I grabbed my purse from her hand and slung it over my shoulder. My Mom called from the stairway "Girls! It's time to go!" She beamed at me again and we ran down the hallway, my left hand placed strategically placed on top of my head **** as to keep it from sliding right off. My Mom threw us a look; we were already late. I ignored her and bounded down the stairs and out the front door. Straight into the world of love, abandonment and heartbreak. The world that brought me here. Writing a short anecdote about it, with my hair poofed, makeup slathered, ready to go meet another "him." I hope he likes it.

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Dec 18, 2012

Dec 18, 2012 at 8:21 PM UTC

robyn

Flashback/Deja Vu

"I don't look like Snooki, do I?" I asked her, grimacing. "Of course not! You look hot!" She gleamed with pride. This monstrosity on my head was her doing. My frown deepened and I stared at my red face in the mirror. "Beileve me, he's gonna love it." I forced a smile and asked her to go grab me my purse. As soon as she whipped around the corner, I shut the door and wiped off the eyeliner and lipstick slathered on my face. I zipped up the front of my "zip-all-the-way-down-" shirt that she had lent me, just in time for her to open the door. She smiled at me again. She didn't notice the difference. I grabbed my purse from her hand and slung it over my shoulder. My Mom called from the stairway "Girls! It's time to go!" She beamed at me again and we ran down the hallway, my left hand placed strategically placed on top of my head **** as to keep it from sliding right off. My Mom threw us a look; we were already late. I ignored her and bounded down the stairs and out the front door. Straight into the world of love, abandonment and heartbreak. The world that brought me here. Writing a short anecdote about it, with my hair poofed, makeup slathered, ready to go meet another "him." I hope he likes it.

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Was it really that easy for you? To appear in my life as a flash of lightning. In a beautifully frightening instant you swooped in and struck my heart in a way I had never felt. Gave me a jolt that made me feel alive again. You gave me a glimpse of happiness, a view of hope and a speckle of maybe the future won't be as bad as I have always thought it will. I had never met someone who I saw so much of myself in. The fire I saw in your eyes and the passion I felt when we talked. Having you in my arms made me feel like there may be a few instances of good left in this hell covered world. Your lips drove me to the edge of insanity yet at the same time pulled me from the ledge of the cliff. In just a few short months you became one of the only people I could trust, talk to about anything wrong in my life. The eyes I thought I could follow into the future turned into the eye of the hurricane in a matter of thirteen seconds flat. It went from talking every second we were awake to whenever you decided you could spare a minute. I still hoped it would go back to how it was then you pulled a Houdini and poofed from my life altogether. I guess we have different definitions of forever, I meant it when I said it, apparently you just thought it would shut me up. You went from my redneck princess to a common thief. You stole back your heart but you never realized mine became so attached that it followed yours right from my chest. Now I'm stuck with an empty hole and a few scattered pieces you left behind. Trying to reform whatever I can out of what you left of me.

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Sep 25, 2014

Sep 25, 2014 at 11:38 AM UTC

jordanp

Beautifully Frightening Disappearance

Was it really that easy for you? To appear in my life as a flash of lightning. In a beautifully frightening instant you swooped in and struck my heart in a way I had never felt. Gave me a jolt that made me feel alive again. You gave me a glimpse of happiness, a view of hope and a speckle of maybe the future won't be as bad as I have always thought it will. I had never met someone who I saw so much of myself in. The fire I saw in your eyes and the passion I felt when we talked. Having you in my arms made me feel like there may be a few instances of good left in this hell covered world. Your lips drove me to the edge of insanity yet at the same time pulled me from the ledge of the cliff. In just a few short months you became one of the only people I could trust, talk to about anything wrong in my life. The eyes I thought I could follow into the future turned into the eye of the hurricane in a matter of thirteen seconds flat. It went from talking every second we were awake to whenever you decided you could spare a minute. I still hoped it would go back to how it was then you pulled a Houdini and poofed from my life altogether. I guess we have different definitions of forever, I meant it when I said it, apparently you just thought it would shut me up. You went from my redneck princess to a common thief. You stole back your heart but you never realized mine became so attached that it followed yours right from my chest. Now I'm stuck with an empty hole and a few scattered pieces you left behind. Trying to reform whatever I can out of what you left of me.

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Castles and queens Red carpet and round tables Warm wind through a poofed dress Oh what a mess No matter how hard they stress That olden times were not like the movies its meaningless For the Dances like Cinderella Simpler times in a castle tower Dragons and romance with a prince You'll never be able to convince that this isnt what i want ever since I was but a young sad girl ive dreamt of my Prince King arthur and merlin Excalibur and the lady of the lake Green beauty and small hobbit holes Oh sad girl you are in woe For happiness you'll never know You'll always be a locked away rapunzel

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Dec 6, 2018

Dec 6, 2018 at 8:14 PM UTC

HelloDaisies

Rapunzel

Castles and queens Red carpet and round tables Warm wind through a poofed dress Oh what a mess No matter how hard they stress That olden times were not like the movies its meaningless For the Dances like Cinderella Simpler times in a castle tower Dragons and romance with a prince You'll never be able to convince that this isnt what i want ever since I was but a young sad girl ive dreamt of my Prince King arthur and merlin Excalibur and the lady of the lake Green beauty and small hobbit holes Oh sad girl you are in woe For happiness you'll never know You'll always be a locked away rapunzel

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I sit here like it was nothing Watching you leave, leaves me breaking. Though all this was a fake feeling, Like my heart is now perforating. The feeling of silence like I can't get over, A hole in my heart I do need a cover. Standing here watching you, I can catch cold I can't stop thinking, these memories poke. But the more that I look, it's harder to find Many people who tried to heal this wound was too kind. Others tried to a make solution, But no one can stop this kind of perforation. Please someone, I am already bleeding This is no joke nor I am kidding It hurts so bad, This feeling I can't stand. Thinking of you it makes me ache This affection I am feeling, it might be fake. I can tell that these insecurities poke Waiting here, I can catch a cold. This broken friendship is tragic, All those memories poofed like magic. I still cherish you, you are a trusted friend I didn't know that this is how it will end. I have no more words to stay I will lie here and be a stray This perforated heart will decay, Where this worthless life I must pay.

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Jun 19, 2021

Jun 19, 2021 at 4:22 PM UTC

Zenoch

Perforation

I sit here like it was nothing Watching you leave, leaves me breaking. Though all this was a fake feeling, Like my heart is now perforating. The feeling of silence like I can't get over, A hole in my heart I do need a cover. Standing here watching you, I can catch cold I can't stop thinking, these memories poke. But the more that I look, it's harder to find Many people who tried to heal this wound was too kind. Others tried to a make solution, But no one can stop this kind of perforation. Please someone, I am already bleeding This is no joke nor I am kidding It hurts so bad, This feeling I can't stand. Thinking of you it makes me ache This affection I am feeling, it might be fake. I can tell that these insecurities poke Waiting here, I can catch a cold. This broken friendship is tragic, All those memories poofed like magic. I still cherish you, you are a trusted friend I didn't know that this is how it will end. I have no more words to stay I will lie here and be a stray This perforated heart will decay, Where this worthless life I must pay.

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If I was my own man I’d be out not in I’d be bad not good I’d eat goose not food I’d be loose not leashed I’d be first not least I’d be chaser not chased I’d be stud not chaste I’d be wolf not woof I’d be riffraff not poofed I’d be beast not boy that is... until dinnertime. Okay Mummy?

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May 26, 2019

May 26, 2019 at 10:33 AM UTC

lizzie-nelson

A Dog’s Dog

If I was my own man I’d be out not in I’d be bad not good I’d eat goose not food I’d be loose not leashed I’d be first not least I’d be chaser not chased I’d be stud not chaste I’d be wolf not woof I’d be riffraff not poofed I’d be beast not boy that is... until dinnertime. Okay Mummy?

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