"sedum" poems - Hello Poetry

The sedum has begun to blush. Something in change of seasons That intensifies my craving for strong male energy. A Gravitational pull Towards Infamous downfalls. Until the day that all the Jessica stories have been told I will continue living this way Dancing in the rain Stomping over the invisible lines Drawn to keep me contained

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Sep 1, 2021

Sep 1, 2021 at 9:57 AM UTC

Rainswood

Jessica stories

The sedum has begun to blush. Something in change of seasons That intensifies my craving for strong male energy. A Gravitational pull Towards Infamous downfalls. Until the day that all the Jessica stories have been told I will continue living this way Dancing in the rain Stomping over the invisible lines Drawn to keep me contained

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I find myself yearn for the grass’ sighs, as they meet your breezy strides; For a whiff of that blush Sedum you plucked and gazed at. The sight of it must have wrecked your heart, for you smudged its petals with salty beads as you cried. I wish the wind could whisper in your ears, you’re not alone, I’m here. I wish you could know, how basking in your sorrows helps me grow. I wish I could hold your hand, and away your shadows to command. Then watch, as you wallow in my comfort, and I in your hurt. But first, I need to be found.

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Jun 3, 2017

Jun 3, 2017 at 9:28 PM UTC

NavigatedThoughts

Lost and found

I find myself yearn for the grass’ sighs, as they meet your breezy strides; For a whiff of that blush Sedum you plucked and gazed at. The sight of it must have wrecked your heart, for you smudged its petals with salty beads as you cried. I wish the wind could whisper in your ears, you’re not alone, I’m here. I wish you could know, how basking in your sorrows helps me grow. I wish I could hold your hand, and away your shadows to command. Then watch, as you wallow in my comfort, and I in your hurt. But first, I need to be found.

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If I spoke too openly or had enlarged on what was needed I twice apologize, were my plans too profligate, was it right to want to flourish ? I can offer no more than my envisaged platform to safeguard the sedum and bearded iris that had lost to a profusion of ivy and bramble .

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Jun 6, 2014

Jun 6, 2014 at 4:49 PM UTC

louise-whistletop

garden clearance

If I spoke too openly or had enlarged on what was needed I twice apologize, were my plans too profligate, was it right to want to flourish ? I can offer no more than my envisaged platform to safeguard the sedum and bearded iris that had lost to a profusion of ivy and bramble .

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(alter knit lee titled: vita in oculis nudato) goo goo gaga I wanna yell cuz, synonymous with other wordsmiths, or...well whatever will eire'n burr, a sought after creative passionate pursuit aye tell ye a boot me own aha...eureka insightful revelation explaining ma quotidian writing spell, and phalanges skitter across qwerty keyboard at light in an attempt to quell onslaught tidal wave crashing upon me conscious state pell mell which tsunami flood spongy heady gray matter with hell over high tide heals assailing, bruiting, clobbering this fell low inducing (me) to play Handel's Semantic Water Music on the smallish piccolo cello which Sirens of Tighten, (who just appeared out of thin aire - cuz scriveners can resort to prestidigitation to make appear any necessary entity without rhyme or reason), anyway, this sylph sea Oceanids nymph i.e. mermaids didst dee clear particularly via barely audible verbal communication sotto voce en dear ring gently beckoning affinity this modest heir to secret himself within secluded lair whence, an automatic erectile flickr, kickstarted, levitated, and manifested an instantaneous jubilant kik lobbed me near this seductive, sedulous, and sedum scented sir experienced hypnotic stare charming froto into trance scandent state as if by magic the tubular testicular proboscis didst inflate aptly serving as modus operandi flagellate thus proving a "happy ending" against being celibate.

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Mar 25, 2018

Mar 25, 2018 at 8:04 PM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

circadian rhythm flux shoe waits

(alter knit lee titled: vita in oculis nudato) goo goo gaga I wanna yell cuz, synonymous with other wordsmiths, or...well whatever will eire'n burr, a sought after creative passionate pursuit aye tell ye a boot me own aha...eureka insightful revelation explaining ma quotidian writing spell, and phalanges skitter across qwerty keyboard at light in an attempt to quell onslaught tidal wave crashing upon me conscious state pell mell which tsunami flood spongy heady gray matter with hell over high tide heals assailing, bruiting, clobbering this fell low inducing (me) to play Handel's Semantic Water Music on the smallish piccolo cello which Sirens of Tighten, (who just appeared out of thin aire - cuz scriveners can resort to prestidigitation to make appear any necessary entity without rhyme or reason), anyway, this sylph sea Oceanids nymph i.e. mermaids didst dee clear particularly via barely audible verbal communication sotto voce en dear ring gently beckoning affinity this modest heir to secret himself within secluded lair whence, an automatic erectile flickr, kickstarted, levitated, and manifested an instantaneous jubilant kik lobbed me near this seductive, sedulous, and sedum scented sir experienced hypnotic stare charming froto into trance scandent state as if by magic the tubular testicular proboscis didst inflate aptly serving as modus operandi flagellate thus proving a "happy ending" against being celibate.

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