"resealed" poems - Hello Poetry

I expected something like memories, lost eyelashes marking the paths where our laughter bounced off of buildings disturbed birds and audacious shouts Something within me said, yes, this is the feeling, this is what I was waiting for blue eyes and full lips Hair as beautiful as your hands white teeth, beautiful back But as the day dripped by slowly like molasses from my fingertips I heard nothing not a smile, not a sigh not a look from your eyes, not a sideways grin I did not hold your hand or run my fingers down your side I did not touch your lips or bump thighs on the sidewalk because you do not exist or you did not, in the moment that i wanted and now i hardly think you ever will have the chance again the water that was my soul is resealed in its tupperware and the dolphins in my pockets have been erased away just a little bit more fade fade fade fade until there is no more fade until it's all rock hard like cauterized nerve endings and hollow cheek bones and the names in my pocket book of **** yous.

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Nov 20, 2011

Nov 20, 2011 at 1:58 PM UTC

eva-1

Disappointment

I expected something like memories, lost eyelashes marking the paths where our laughter bounced off of buildings disturbed birds and audacious shouts Something within me said, yes, this is the feeling, this is what I was waiting for blue eyes and full lips Hair as beautiful as your hands white teeth, beautiful back But as the day dripped by slowly like molasses from my fingertips I heard nothing not a smile, not a sigh not a look from your eyes, not a sideways grin I did not hold your hand or run my fingers down your side I did not touch your lips or bump thighs on the sidewalk because you do not exist or you did not, in the moment that i wanted and now i hardly think you ever will have the chance again the water that was my soul is resealed in its tupperware and the dolphins in my pockets have been erased away just a little bit more fade fade fade fade until there is no more fade until it's all rock hard like cauterized nerve endings and hollow cheek bones and the names in my pocket book of **** yous.

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Samantha a garden as beautiful as your eyes. Your beauty was a surprise. It is not just your outer beauty, But your inner beauty is recognised. Because the beauty in your heart is eternal. Your beautiful pictures kept in a journal. A heart with scars that has healed. Her tears in a snow globe resealed. Samantha your favourite car is your hearts shield. For extra protection your heart is protected by a force field. Hurt her and a car will hit you. Your beautiful red lips and red hair is unsurpassed. When she is sad its overcast. Her beauty is unmatched. Those who don't recognise your beauty must be weary. When she is speaking, if you listen closely, her heart tells a heartfelt story.

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Nov 11, 2016

Nov 11, 2016 at 2:41 PM UTC

marvin-paul

Samantha

Samantha a garden as beautiful as your eyes. Your beauty was a surprise. It is not just your outer beauty, But your inner beauty is recognised. Because the beauty in your heart is eternal. Your beautiful pictures kept in a journal. A heart with scars that has healed. Her tears in a snow globe resealed. Samantha your favourite car is your hearts shield. For extra protection your heart is protected by a force field. Hurt her and a car will hit you. Your beautiful red lips and red hair is unsurpassed. When she is sad its overcast. Her beauty is unmatched. Those who don't recognise your beauty must be weary. When she is speaking, if you listen closely, her heart tells a heartfelt story.

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I wish this **** would end This mass destruction This mass corruption I wish Pandora's box could be resealed Not concealed With rumors and lies I wish that it would end It's getting worse and worse Pandora's box is blasting The corruption is spreading and causing destruction The terrible truth concealed With rumors and lies I wish to grant my freedom with these bottle of pills As I sit from the top of my prison hill

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Oct 25, 2014

Oct 25, 2014 at 1:31 AM UTC

Chalsey

I wish this would end

I wish this **** would end This mass destruction This mass corruption I wish Pandora's box could be resealed Not concealed With rumors and lies I wish that it would end It's getting worse and worse Pandora's box is blasting The corruption is spreading and causing destruction The terrible truth concealed With rumors and lies I wish to grant my freedom with these bottle of pills As I sit from the top of my prison hill

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I crash My mind hits the rocks The tide sweeps away hope Prevention was in the clocks Time was ticking The old father knew sooner or later Reality would blast a hole brand new My beliefs and my Hope My imagination ran wild Malicious Reality intervened Cunning Fate sat back and smiled In one brief moment All I thought was real Laughs in my face The vault is resealed Realizations hit me I sit and I cry I am left beaten and empty Silenting hoping no one will pry Love and Faith Take pity on my soul The ways of the world are not my own And carefully, I fill in the hole

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Oct 17, 2011

Oct 17, 2011 at 11:39 AM UTC

LadyNightshady

Targeting Imagination

I crash My mind hits the rocks The tide sweeps away hope Prevention was in the clocks Time was ticking The old father knew sooner or later Reality would blast a hole brand new My beliefs and my Hope My imagination ran wild Malicious Reality intervened Cunning Fate sat back and smiled In one brief moment All I thought was real Laughs in my face The vault is resealed Realizations hit me I sit and I cry I am left beaten and empty Silenting hoping no one will pry Love and Faith Take pity on my soul The ways of the world are not my own And carefully, I fill in the hole

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I swear I meant all the words that I said when we were lying in bed together that night and in the car every time I drove you home, way too late because neither of us wanted to part Sometimes I catch myself laughing at some inside joke of which I am now outside, turning to find you gone, only air in your place because none could ever take it I held onto hope for the longest time, thinking you would get tired of the city life, run back to my arms I never knew when you might come, so I kept them open But this morning, I went out to my mailbox to find in it twelve letters from me to you, resealed, "R.T.S." written on each.

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Feb 4, 2013

Feb 4, 2013 at 6:49 PM UTC

josh-taylor

Arms Kept Open

I swear I meant all the words that I said when we were lying in bed together that night and in the car every time I drove you home, way too late because neither of us wanted to part Sometimes I catch myself laughing at some inside joke of which I am now outside, turning to find you gone, only air in your place because none could ever take it I held onto hope for the longest time, thinking you would get tired of the city life, run back to my arms I never knew when you might come, so I kept them open But this morning, I went out to my mailbox to find in it twelve letters from me to you, resealed, "R.T.S." written on each.

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i found the letter it had been opened then resealed a few months back titled; 'reasons why i love you' a page filled with such a mellow tone of words words that replaced your thoughts and were then addressed to me i unfolded the creased page, that had been stored in my cupboard in between a couple of books i read each line 3 times over, to make sure that i had tortured myself enough with your sweet words from the past each line had been read, until my eyes were filled with the bitter sting of tears until i was unable to make out the letters you had once scribbled out and as the drops silently fell onto the crease of the page my heart sank and my mind began to wonder, all i could ask myself was 'what if?' what if i were better to you back then? would you still be mine? what if i were stronger and held on? would we still be together? what if everything you had written on this page were true? what if you still meant it all? what if? what if? what if maybe there's a little hope left for us. but then, the cold hard truth of reality hit me, there is no hope and there never will be. you will never love me like you used to.

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Mar 10, 2014

Mar 10, 2014 at 3:17 PM UTC

hypnoticpoetics

the love letter

i found the letter it had been opened then resealed a few months back titled; 'reasons why i love you' a page filled with such a mellow tone of words words that replaced your thoughts and were then addressed to me i unfolded the creased page, that had been stored in my cupboard in between a couple of books i read each line 3 times over, to make sure that i had tortured myself enough with your sweet words from the past each line had been read, until my eyes were filled with the bitter sting of tears until i was unable to make out the letters you had once scribbled out and as the drops silently fell onto the crease of the page my heart sank and my mind began to wonder, all i could ask myself was 'what if?' what if i were better to you back then? would you still be mine? what if i were stronger and held on? would we still be together? what if everything you had written on this page were true? what if you still meant it all? what if? what if? what if maybe there's a little hope left for us. but then, the cold hard truth of reality hit me, there is no hope and there never will be. you will never love me like you used to.

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Maybe that space is simply just to let the flowers grow. From a bed of ashes, one bud will rise, prevailing all others that tried. The space that once was covered and wrapped in warm blankets now is naked and exposed. Everyone knows my pain, No one understands it. Everyone feels my pain, No one comprehends it. For a year it laid open, the draft leaking in through the curtains. It chilled other existing happiness, Some it penetrated, but others it just reached the surface. And now there's promise, with the shutters tied down the wind will persist, But the space will grow warm again. That first bud shines through, and the seeds left behind ache to be opened by water's lusting hands. The flowers open and invite the sun into their petals' warm embraces. The clouds disperse and the rays tangle with the leaves of the tree saplings playfully. The land forms into mounds and shapes, The colors grow in variance, And soon the growth is simply too much, No longer can the cold wind linger, It simply mixes and becomes just a number. The trees grow from edge to edge of the deep divide, So much, And the gaps close in on each other. -The transformation is almost complete- --- It may take years, and perhaps the body this canyon resides in may perish and create new flowers, But one day the gap will close And the seal will be resealed And the storm may be quelled.

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Jun 11, 2014

Jun 11, 2014 at 11:05 PM UTC

elizabeth-o

Love's Strong Shovel

Maybe that space is simply just to let the flowers grow. From a bed of ashes, one bud will rise, prevailing all others that tried. The space that once was covered and wrapped in warm blankets now is naked and exposed. Everyone knows my pain, No one understands it. Everyone feels my pain, No one comprehends it. For a year it laid open, the draft leaking in through the curtains. It chilled other existing happiness, Some it penetrated, but others it just reached the surface. And now there's promise, with the shutters tied down the wind will persist, But the space will grow warm again. That first bud shines through, and the seeds left behind ache to be opened by water's lusting hands. The flowers open and invite the sun into their petals' warm embraces. The clouds disperse and the rays tangle with the leaves of the tree saplings playfully. The land forms into mounds and shapes, The colors grow in variance, And soon the growth is simply too much, No longer can the cold wind linger, It simply mixes and becomes just a number. The trees grow from edge to edge of the deep divide, So much, And the gaps close in on each other. -The transformation is almost complete- --- It may take years, and perhaps the body this canyon resides in may perish and create new flowers, But one day the gap will close And the seal will be resealed And the storm may be quelled.

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I am a reflective adjective Of the universe A TITAN spurned The surface of water resealed Bones, turned I am DESIGN Deoxyribo Helix nebulae Memories of the taste of snow Shivering, sailing Boggy Bay I am my grandfather’s hands Teasing the keel I remember And my brother can’t heal Our loved ones now vapor and Preserved teeth I too hunger And will meet relief

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Jan 5, 2017

Jan 5, 2017 at 12:49 PM UTC

robert-c-ellis

Another

I am a reflective adjective Of the universe A TITAN spurned The surface of water resealed Bones, turned I am DESIGN Deoxyribo Helix nebulae Memories of the taste of snow Shivering, sailing Boggy Bay I am my grandfather’s hands Teasing the keel I remember And my brother can’t heal Our loved ones now vapor and Preserved teeth I too hunger And will meet relief

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