"savoriness" poems - Hello Poetry

How can I say "We're just friends" When I taste you in my dreams Your honeyed savoriness on my tongue Formed itself Useful You dance like an angel In the center of my pupils Your song is exceptionally sweet It humbles my spirit Divulges me That we are all just hummingbirds Vigorously, hunting for a melody Auctioning off welfares For pleasures swimming in vain Selfishly We've never enjoyed the necter without the pain of Piercing thorns With handicapped feet, We dream to fly 60 miles a beat How I wish the breeze Would carry me Straight to your home of Butterfly Weeds Longing for the eightenth year, to sore away Just as a sweet bundle in Mama's womb In the nest we mature and anxiously wait Extremities Planted firmly on the dirt His amour Gives me wings And, I flutter His humming is a pleasing sound Searching for a fullfillment Two times our body weight In the ebony of my skin I inertly wait Wishing for reincarnation A New Life Of a harmless, beautiful hummingbird Harmonizing its way Across God's blue sky. Copy Right 2013 ©Patty Ann

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Aug 12, 2013

Aug 12, 2013 at 4:16 PM UTC

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A Hummingbird's Life

How can I say "We're just friends" When I taste you in my dreams Your honeyed savoriness on my tongue Formed itself Useful You dance like an angel In the center of my pupils Your song is exceptionally sweet It humbles my spirit Divulges me That we are all just hummingbirds Vigorously, hunting for a melody Auctioning off welfares For pleasures swimming in vain Selfishly We've never enjoyed the necter without the pain of Piercing thorns With handicapped feet, We dream to fly 60 miles a beat How I wish the breeze Would carry me Straight to your home of Butterfly Weeds Longing for the eightenth year, to sore away Just as a sweet bundle in Mama's womb In the nest we mature and anxiously wait Extremities Planted firmly on the dirt His amour Gives me wings And, I flutter His humming is a pleasing sound Searching for a fullfillment Two times our body weight In the ebony of my skin I inertly wait Wishing for reincarnation A New Life Of a harmless, beautiful hummingbird Harmonizing its way Across God's blue sky. Copy Right 2013 ©Patty Ann

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Arctic raindrops hit the back porch glass, Singing the sad tale of blue angels. Queasiness fills her stomach, As she breathes more smoke into her black lungs. Her emerald jeweled lighter sparkled, Reflected off of the single light bulb. The savoriness of fruit satisfied her tongue, More than a sip of whipped ***** could ever do. The bathroom mirror still haunted her, Only to proclaim the scars and bruises. From inside and out, She still debris as another victim to herself.

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Mar 8, 2013

Mar 8, 2013 at 11:28 PM UTC

ariel-leigh

Sour Apples And Cigarette Ashes

Arctic raindrops hit the back porch glass, Singing the sad tale of blue angels. Queasiness fills her stomach, As she breathes more smoke into her black lungs. Her emerald jeweled lighter sparkled, Reflected off of the single light bulb. The savoriness of fruit satisfied her tongue, More than a sip of whipped ***** could ever do. The bathroom mirror still haunted her, Only to proclaim the scars and bruises. From inside and out, She still debris as another victim to herself.

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Searching for the name of this pain Maybe find the knife that is jutting out of my chest Because when no one is looking I know that red lines will spread across my skin like red vines spread across the table And while the lines are healing The black hole is screaming inside but its constricting the lungs' oxygen supply like the boa constrictor squeezing the life out of it's meal The prey slowly losing the light in its eyes as it is consumed so quickly The heaviness in my gut is sickening As as I sit at the dinner table full of delicacies I try to remember the joy they come with The sweetness of this cherry pie The savoriness of the poultry being passed around Taking just enough not to be questioned because if they felt how I felt inside if they felt the knife in my chest when they hugged me if they saw the light in my eyes dimming if they felt the heaviness in my stomach And when they ask me how I'm doing I hope they don't notice my knees quaking and voice quavering I hope they don't notice the fear that is sticking out of my pocket as I try to find answers They look at my scars and ask me why But unable to give them answers I just let the tears flow The begin to notice the cherry pie still on my plate the lack of movement of my fork I just shake my head Because how are you supposed to explain the knife in your chest that doesn't have a name How do you explain the red lines that spread across your skin And the red vines that have become stale that are spread across your table When you don't even have a name for the pain you feel inside when you don't even know where the knife came from When at the end of the day all you can see is these red lines and red vines And all you feel is the pain inside

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Dec 8, 2014

Dec 8, 2014 at 10:47 PM UTC

nena-twedell

Red lines and Red Vines

Searching for the name of this pain Maybe find the knife that is jutting out of my chest Because when no one is looking I know that red lines will spread across my skin like red vines spread across the table And while the lines are healing The black hole is screaming inside but its constricting the lungs' oxygen supply like the boa constrictor squeezing the life out of it's meal The prey slowly losing the light in its eyes as it is consumed so quickly The heaviness in my gut is sickening As as I sit at the dinner table full of delicacies I try to remember the joy they come with The sweetness of this cherry pie The savoriness of the poultry being passed around Taking just enough not to be questioned because if they felt how I felt inside if they felt the knife in my chest when they hugged me if they saw the light in my eyes dimming if they felt the heaviness in my stomach And when they ask me how I'm doing I hope they don't notice my knees quaking and voice quavering I hope they don't notice the fear that is sticking out of my pocket as I try to find answers They look at my scars and ask me why But unable to give them answers I just let the tears flow The begin to notice the cherry pie still on my plate the lack of movement of my fork I just shake my head Because how are you supposed to explain the knife in your chest that doesn't have a name How do you explain the red lines that spread across your skin And the red vines that have become stale that are spread across your table When you don't even have a name for the pain you feel inside when you don't even know where the knife came from When at the end of the day all you can see is these red lines and red vines And all you feel is the pain inside

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Lost to me. Did you know the skin On your lips are the most sensitive On your entire body? The softest, most tender touch Of your finger run excruciatingly slowly Across them feels... Lost to me. Did you know our eyes Can spot a candle's flicker Over fourteen miles away? The softest, most comforting glint Shining from your eyes looks... Lost to me. Did you know our pristine ears Can hear the music and ruckus Of almost three hundred thousand sounds? The breathy, raspy whisper From your lips sounds... Lost to me. Did you know our taste Is the fastest response in our bodies, Determining sweet versus savory In less than a millisecond? The savoriness of you Is... Lost to me. Did you know that most of our memories Are locked away in box whose key Is our ability to smell? The scent of home, of hot cocoa and lavender, Of old spices, and old pipe smoke Float on a breeze... Lost to me. What I have now is but the memory, For with this descent, all my being numbs, And each of my senses are Lost to me.

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Aug 20, 2014

Aug 20, 2014 at 10:26 AM UTC

alyanne-cooper

Sensed

Lost to me. Did you know the skin On your lips are the most sensitive On your entire body? The softest, most tender touch Of your finger run excruciatingly slowly Across them feels... Lost to me. Did you know our eyes Can spot a candle's flicker Over fourteen miles away? The softest, most comforting glint Shining from your eyes looks... Lost to me. Did you know our pristine ears Can hear the music and ruckus Of almost three hundred thousand sounds? The breathy, raspy whisper From your lips sounds... Lost to me. Did you know our taste Is the fastest response in our bodies, Determining sweet versus savory In less than a millisecond? The savoriness of you Is... Lost to me. Did you know that most of our memories Are locked away in box whose key Is our ability to smell? The scent of home, of hot cocoa and lavender, Of old spices, and old pipe smoke Float on a breeze... Lost to me. What I have now is but the memory, For with this descent, all my being numbs, And each of my senses are Lost to me.

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