"semisweet" poems - Hello Poetry

hold my mind it feels like soaked cheetos puffy and orange my feet are calloused with thought and i have been stringing along ties with too many people hold my head as i think about the men i meet in transition instability in the back of a kit kat bar and Los Angeles literature because disappointment bends the broken the soft cranium crunch split to be eaten but built to be shared hold my thoughts because im falling asleep in elevators no longer able to choose the floor save me from the ponder from putting bottle caps on shelves the gravity of my fingertips keeps lighting candles upside down creating limitless space and useless entities hold my belongings so my brain can breathe because unlike my mouth it cannot reach you are my deep breath pudding melted in my lungs ill have an affair with the Wonka man just to keep me from loving you he could store me in one of his rooms drown me with the a heavy chest of something dark and semisweet hold my body and steal my soul because i group anything you sphere and my life keeps changing all the love i need

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Nov 12, 2013

Nov 12, 2013 at 4:06 AM UTC

ari-white

im waiting for. you.

hold my mind it feels like soaked cheetos puffy and orange my feet are calloused with thought and i have been stringing along ties with too many people hold my head as i think about the men i meet in transition instability in the back of a kit kat bar and Los Angeles literature because disappointment bends the broken the soft cranium crunch split to be eaten but built to be shared hold my thoughts because im falling asleep in elevators no longer able to choose the floor save me from the ponder from putting bottle caps on shelves the gravity of my fingertips keeps lighting candles upside down creating limitless space and useless entities hold my belongings so my brain can breathe because unlike my mouth it cannot reach you are my deep breath pudding melted in my lungs ill have an affair with the Wonka man just to keep me from loving you he could store me in one of his rooms drown me with the a heavy chest of something dark and semisweet hold my body and steal my soul because i group anything you sphere and my life keeps changing all the love i need

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I was told I didn’t need to know the Ingredients For making a child with a heart of Gold That they were born holding a Medal Which said they owned everything and All Of it was because they had convictional Purpose The doctor would cry and bring a rose Flour To thank the mother for Baking An excellent batch of babies, Soda Would be poured in champagne glasses, Salt Sprinkled a top its head to spread like Butter The flavours of intellect and it also Softened The hearts of others around; old wounds Granulated Smelled like caramelizing Sugar Inside the room, the bodies Packed Together to peer at the Brown Strings of hair atop the child, who’s Sugar -like shrieks of life broke open the Egg Of love and made it taste like Vanilla Its tears looked the most Semisweet A dripping fountain of Chocolate Fondue, be careful not to Chip The teeth when it grows, it will grow Coarsely Then, like jagged pebbles Chopped With a dull knife; finally, assemble the Nuts And bolts tight because this will hurt ,if Not properly done, or simply toss away if the kid wasn’t desired

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Oct 20, 2021

Oct 20, 2021 at 7:37 PM UTC

EllisDiep

A Simple Cookie Recipe

I was told I didn’t need to know the Ingredients For making a child with a heart of Gold That they were born holding a Medal Which said they owned everything and All Of it was because they had convictional Purpose The doctor would cry and bring a rose Flour To thank the mother for Baking An excellent batch of babies, Soda Would be poured in champagne glasses, Salt Sprinkled a top its head to spread like Butter The flavours of intellect and it also Softened The hearts of others around; old wounds Granulated Smelled like caramelizing Sugar Inside the room, the bodies Packed Together to peer at the Brown Strings of hair atop the child, who’s Sugar -like shrieks of life broke open the Egg Of love and made it taste like Vanilla Its tears looked the most Semisweet A dripping fountain of Chocolate Fondue, be careful not to Chip The teeth when it grows, it will grow Coarsely Then, like jagged pebbles Chopped With a dull knife; finally, assemble the Nuts And bolts tight because this will hurt ,if Not properly done, or simply toss away if the kid wasn’t desired

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I’ll leave an empty page at the end of our final chapter --the one I never thought I’d reach. Maybe in time we’ll scrawl in an epilogue Between honey sweet days on a tapestry in Saratoga Woven like loops of a three ring notebook A convoluted beginning met a harsh end. We swam into the deep end Sputtering and gasping for oxygen Our lungs ¾ full and drunkenly heaving To the beat of spoken word and Astronautalis. I spanned my globe with you, measuring pieces of my soul like sugar cubes In careful bits, we rationed out our hearts Bartering for love through semisweet jaded eyes. Your head in my lap on a Central Park afternoon Your words imprinted on my neck, wrists, back, ******* Our fingerprints sealed together I’ve never been more naïve. So glad I didn’t die before I met you.

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Apr 24, 2013

Apr 24, 2013 at 9:00 PM UTC

chloe-k

Brightest Eyes

I’ll leave an empty page at the end of our final chapter --the one I never thought I’d reach. Maybe in time we’ll scrawl in an epilogue Between honey sweet days on a tapestry in Saratoga Woven like loops of a three ring notebook A convoluted beginning met a harsh end. We swam into the deep end Sputtering and gasping for oxygen Our lungs ¾ full and drunkenly heaving To the beat of spoken word and Astronautalis. I spanned my globe with you, measuring pieces of my soul like sugar cubes In careful bits, we rationed out our hearts Bartering for love through semisweet jaded eyes. Your head in my lap on a Central Park afternoon Your words imprinted on my neck, wrists, back, ******* Our fingerprints sealed together I’ve never been more naïve. So glad I didn’t die before I met you.

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Unlike wind. tall and walking leaf's curling in bushy locks of. the very, naked and servile, moon she's street bounding rills of semisweet chatter. the togetherness too much ,in,of comely arms a fawn thing, in the forest of metal's. just leapt vanishing smoke, into, the carnival of neon large singing signs. post day well, in gloom unanimously, slunk with girl's skinny. they brushed fair and wane as light's face creeping furtive , "weLL i was said in those walls sterile and seething manic lewd gracefully stumbling, i was mounted with paint of sinning luscious lips who carefully rampaged, blithe node ,a noggin, mine. cavorting straight narrow unbent sharp green eye's slip. s l i p r i g h t i n t o M y f a s t D r i n k Down my throat" (ouch!)

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May 29, 2011

May 29, 2011 at 9:27 PM UTC

patrick-wakefield-1

Unlike wind

Unlike wind. tall and walking leaf's curling in bushy locks of. the very, naked and servile, moon she's street bounding rills of semisweet chatter. the togetherness too much ,in,of comely arms a fawn thing, in the forest of metal's. just leapt vanishing smoke, into, the carnival of neon large singing signs. post day well, in gloom unanimously, slunk with girl's skinny. they brushed fair and wane as light's face creeping furtive , "weLL i was said in those walls sterile and seething manic lewd gracefully stumbling, i was mounted with paint of sinning luscious lips who carefully rampaged, blithe node ,a noggin, mine. cavorting straight narrow unbent sharp green eye's slip. s l i p r i g h t i n t o M y f a s t D r i n k Down my throat" (ouch!)

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You think you're okay. But trust, you is not. That's why my whole existence got you all so hot. Can't handle the heat, of just being an afterthought. Continually laughing at me Cause I got all that you want. Your perspective so semisweet, you made yoself bitter You keep that attitude concrete, Imma always be the winner. Go ahead, make fun of me. yo hate is just a silver lining indeed, ya words are just filler

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Oct 27, 2014

Oct 27, 2014 at 3:56 PM UTC

jennifer-weiss

Try Your Best To Make It Rain

You think you're okay. But trust, you is not. That's why my whole existence got you all so hot. Can't handle the heat, of just being an afterthought. Continually laughing at me Cause I got all that you want. Your perspective so semisweet, you made yoself bitter You keep that attitude concrete, Imma always be the winner. Go ahead, make fun of me. yo hate is just a silver lining indeed, ya words are just filler

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*I want to want her like a glass of wine With an endless taste, and a deep draft Waiting for me at the end of each day Bitter and sweet like the summer tea With a hint of dandelions, and her hair brushed gently away Although this is me...you need not see, or want her in a similar way But it's best if you could acquire the taste. Because when you hold an endless glass You can sit and sip your life away Without care or concern for those moments past Slowly like a semisweet A Merlot or Chardonnay How I want to want her like a glass of win So that I can drink her in And be drunk on her at the end of each day*

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Jun 29, 2017

Jun 29, 2017 at 3:37 PM UTC

colmistoirm

Like Wine

*I want to want her like a glass of wine With an endless taste, and a deep draft Waiting for me at the end of each day Bitter and sweet like the summer tea With a hint of dandelions, and her hair brushed gently away Although this is me...you need not see, or want her in a similar way But it's best if you could acquire the taste. Because when you hold an endless glass You can sit and sip your life away Without care or concern for those moments past Slowly like a semisweet A Merlot or Chardonnay How I want to want her like a glass of win So that I can drink her in And be drunk on her at the end of each day*

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Our love isn't stardust nor songs on repeat oh no my dear, our love is semisweet. It is tired eyes and messy hair the screaming of obscenities into the air without a care. It is knowing on days I am too much to bear that you love me for who I am, and you aren't going anywhere.

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Nov 24, 2018

Nov 24, 2018 at 7:08 PM UTC

KieraYale

Stripped

Our love isn't stardust nor songs on repeat oh no my dear, our love is semisweet. It is tired eyes and messy hair the screaming of obscenities into the air without a care. It is knowing on days I am too much to bear that you love me for who I am, and you aren't going anywhere.

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