"quivery" poems - Hello Poetry

...best between my quivery, burning thighs, gleaming and steaming my downy mound, the air alight with my sighs, oh, girl, those eyes! -By Alexandra Eames

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Aug 3, 2020

Aug 3, 2020 at 10:46 PM UTC

Alexandra-Eames

Those eyes

...best between my quivery, burning thighs, gleaming and steaming my downy mound, the air alight with my sighs, oh, girl, those eyes! -By Alexandra Eames

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I stood in the freezing cold. And the rain felt like snowballs. On a side bench under neon lights, I sat. With a blue circle surrounding my eye, when somebody almost knocked my lights out. Just staring at those who gawked at me. As I smoked under a store roof top. This is when I saw you. You walked on by. To my surprise, You were as handsome as ever. "Life must be treating him well." There was a provoking sound out of the gaping sky to jump in front of a bus. You would pay attention. Maybe stop to see me lying there. I'm not okay as my quivery voice claimed. But, you didn't detect the disturbing echos in the background. So I hung up the phone. I, the old worn out dish rag. I, the door mat to most people. Still, I thought you would have an instant flashback. A relapse of our long history together. Instead, here I stand in the freezing rain. And you can't even remember my name. It's Ada... I uttered. The lighter burning my fingertips. The expression on your face. It told our story. I kept walking through the foggy night.

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Mar 8, 2011

Mar 8, 2011 at 8:03 AM UTC

jessica-hughes

The Freezing Rain

I stood in the freezing cold. And the rain felt like snowballs. On a side bench under neon lights, I sat. With a blue circle surrounding my eye, when somebody almost knocked my lights out. Just staring at those who gawked at me. As I smoked under a store roof top. This is when I saw you. You walked on by. To my surprise, You were as handsome as ever. "Life must be treating him well." There was a provoking sound out of the gaping sky to jump in front of a bus. You would pay attention. Maybe stop to see me lying there. I'm not okay as my quivery voice claimed. But, you didn't detect the disturbing echos in the background. So I hung up the phone. I, the old worn out dish rag. I, the door mat to most people. Still, I thought you would have an instant flashback. A relapse of our long history together. Instead, here I stand in the freezing rain. And you can't even remember my name. It's Ada... I uttered. The lighter burning my fingertips. The expression on your face. It told our story. I kept walking through the foggy night.

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I see something Signs from you That you lingered Here or there - my heart stops - Then Jumps into that quivery action Mind kicks in Reminding me you aren’t mine I miss you

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Oct 16, 2021

Oct 16, 2021 at 10:45 AM UTC

dark-dream

Missing You

I see something Signs from you That you lingered Here or there - my heart stops - Then Jumps into that quivery action Mind kicks in Reminding me you aren’t mine I miss you

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queasy queen questions quirky quail's quivery quacks - quill quietly quit

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Jul 13, 2020

Jul 13, 2020 at 2:25 AM UTC

srjenish1

quitter

queasy queen questions quirky quail's quivery quacks - quill quietly quit

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Me and the Hawk are poor poets. We also are or were somewhat hopeless drinkers. He'd get mad at me just because I liked to laugh. The bar scene was no place for mirth when Hawk had the blues. So I show him my poem... Full of mirth What is it worth A smile that beguiles That is worth while Joke and laugh Whole or half (giggle) Can't you try to see Better than quivery misery Yes a belly laugh Whole or half Makes you feel so free. Hawk says, "Humph." He shows me his poem as Hawk is a bit of a writer too. The Worth Of My Birth The worth of my birth Means nothing to me I have wasted time And not done a good job Of living & loving It all weighs so heavy On my tortured mind I close with the poem EXPECTATIONS... Expectations are the greatest things They fool you. They rule you. You live for the next time To be sublime in the knowledge You've done well Those pitfalls that prey on your past Will never last If you achieve and believe I can do this again. Hawk and me smile and drink our drinks.

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Sep 6, 2018

Sep 6, 2018 at 2:44 PM UTC

david-huggett

At the Bar

Me and the Hawk are poor poets. We also are or were somewhat hopeless drinkers. He'd get mad at me just because I liked to laugh. The bar scene was no place for mirth when Hawk had the blues. So I show him my poem... Full of mirth What is it worth A smile that beguiles That is worth while Joke and laugh Whole or half (giggle) Can't you try to see Better than quivery misery Yes a belly laugh Whole or half Makes you feel so free. Hawk says, "Humph." He shows me his poem as Hawk is a bit of a writer too. The Worth Of My Birth The worth of my birth Means nothing to me I have wasted time And not done a good job Of living & loving It all weighs so heavy On my tortured mind I close with the poem EXPECTATIONS... Expectations are the greatest things They fool you. They rule you. You live for the next time To be sublime in the knowledge You've done well Those pitfalls that prey on your past Will never last If you achieve and believe I can do this again. Hawk and me smile and drink our drinks.

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