"serrating" poems - Hello Poetry

May 2013 Memorial day weekend It was warm with promises of sun Beautiful blue skies And no cloud in sight Seattle prepared for crowds People swarming the Center For folk music, food Laughter and smiles shining bright My leg, a bright red I woke up Burning hot with red seeping up my leg Pain swarmed my back Tears gathering In corners of my eyes As I was admitted To the emergency room Greeted with morphine, leaving me in a haze *** induced haze Lingering around the fountain Families occupied the edge Children running in and out Collecting droplets of water Along with sunburns While groups of friends Gathering in drum circles Slow rhythmic thumping could be heard for miles My son’s heartbeat Thumped in my ears I watched the fear As he focused on the antibiotic drips Invading my body The days in clipped moments Passing in and out With each wave of fever And the doctors Tattooed my leg with sharpie Artwork was only one thing Found in the vendor alley People flooded the booths Snatching up Brightly colored creations As they headed to find Dance troupes, bollywood Inspired activities With stomping feet, swaying arms They placed the central line Into my right arm My body had clogged each IV the doctors warned me If the redness started To show patterns of serrating Then they would have to take my leg Diazepam had me slurring out I am fine, I am fine Memorial Day A time of remembrance Services to be held Events to commemorate All the fallen From a concert at Museum of Flight To baseball game with Seattle Mariners To appreciate, appreciate It took ten days For me to be released May 2013, Memorial Day weekend I would always remember As the beginning Of my growing struggle With gradual loss of mobility I am fine, I am fine

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Nov 12, 2020

Nov 12, 2020 at 12:03 AM UTC

brinemcallister

May 2013

May 2013 Memorial day weekend It was warm with promises of sun Beautiful blue skies And no cloud in sight Seattle prepared for crowds People swarming the Center For folk music, food Laughter and smiles shining bright My leg, a bright red I woke up Burning hot with red seeping up my leg Pain swarmed my back Tears gathering In corners of my eyes As I was admitted To the emergency room Greeted with morphine, leaving me in a haze *** induced haze Lingering around the fountain Families occupied the edge Children running in and out Collecting droplets of water Along with sunburns While groups of friends Gathering in drum circles Slow rhythmic thumping could be heard for miles My son’s heartbeat Thumped in my ears I watched the fear As he focused on the antibiotic drips Invading my body The days in clipped moments Passing in and out With each wave of fever And the doctors Tattooed my leg with sharpie Artwork was only one thing Found in the vendor alley People flooded the booths Snatching up Brightly colored creations As they headed to find Dance troupes, bollywood Inspired activities With stomping feet, swaying arms They placed the central line Into my right arm My body had clogged each IV the doctors warned me If the redness started To show patterns of serrating Then they would have to take my leg Diazepam had me slurring out I am fine, I am fine Memorial Day A time of remembrance Services to be held Events to commemorate All the fallen From a concert at Museum of Flight To baseball game with Seattle Mariners To appreciate, appreciate It took ten days For me to be released May 2013, Memorial Day weekend I would always remember As the beginning Of my growing struggle With gradual loss of mobility I am fine, I am fine

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I've always itched For perfect mahogany Chimera doubles. Cavorting into her, Psychologies Fullest emptiness. Drastic is the ...Vow... One which Most perceive. I let it Palpate My sheathing... And my entrails Lay open... As she played cello. With intestines of mine, Her smile planted In mist. Painted on sawmill Hinges... It began. To sieve serrating ..Arms... Back to my tissues Within. My bones; refused Seeping aqueducts. Only to quail from sin. We wetted; our contour Tongues on.... O-negative streams. So animalistic, I dwindled upon Her lancet... And we let our Collage begin.

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Sep 28, 2014

Sep 28, 2014 at 7:55 PM UTC

Strataic

Artistic

I've always itched For perfect mahogany Chimera doubles. Cavorting into her, Psychologies Fullest emptiness. Drastic is the ...Vow... One which Most perceive. I let it Palpate My sheathing... And my entrails Lay open... As she played cello. With intestines of mine, Her smile planted In mist. Painted on sawmill Hinges... It began. To sieve serrating ..Arms... Back to my tissues Within. My bones; refused Seeping aqueducts. Only to quail from sin. We wetted; our contour Tongues on.... O-negative streams. So animalistic, I dwindled upon Her lancet... And we let our Collage begin.

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A moon disc moves around in space, beaming white with shades of time as the pupil of a cosmic eye, an aperture of the mind. Its clouded iris billows, evolving mountains in the sky as textured fields of cirrostratus caressing what's divine. There's a copper sclera of diffraction, as concentric rings of luminescence enjoy, for tonight, partaking of this essence. Do the pinewood teeth serrating mountains not speak for want of a tongue? I know they sigh sometimes with longing when they're moved before a gale. I hear your storm has started calling, as the wind whispers me your tale. The rain's a heavy harmony, strumming straight on panes of glass, and those rivulets of running water walk patience to the brink as the eddies of a circling mind whirl cogs which make me think: *I see your face in scattered strangers, your form behind the rippling of skirts. I hope your restlessness will soothe itself and you feel at home, here on this earth.*

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Nov 24, 2015

Nov 24, 2015 at 2:16 PM UTC

d-simpson

The Eye of the Sky

A moon disc moves around in space, beaming white with shades of time as the pupil of a cosmic eye, an aperture of the mind. Its clouded iris billows, evolving mountains in the sky as textured fields of cirrostratus caressing what's divine. There's a copper sclera of diffraction, as concentric rings of luminescence enjoy, for tonight, partaking of this essence. Do the pinewood teeth serrating mountains not speak for want of a tongue? I know they sigh sometimes with longing when they're moved before a gale. I hear your storm has started calling, as the wind whispers me your tale. The rain's a heavy harmony, strumming straight on panes of glass, and those rivulets of running water walk patience to the brink as the eddies of a circling mind whirl cogs which make me think: *I see your face in scattered strangers, your form behind the rippling of skirts. I hope your restlessness will soothe itself and you feel at home, here on this earth.*

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Dull pattering through agonised woods fumbling winds, serrating storms animals vanishing into the undergrowth scurrying beneath the ground birds huddling under leaves. The river breaks its bank water spreading out like ***** villages swamped with infestation. The storm batters and bruises, bellowing through the night like a troubled god.

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Jul 27, 2016

Jul 27, 2016 at 1:43 AM UTC

stanley-wilkin

storm

Dull pattering through agonised woods fumbling winds, serrating storms animals vanishing into the undergrowth scurrying beneath the ground birds huddling under leaves. The river breaks its bank water spreading out like ***** villages swamped with infestation. The storm batters and bruises, bellowing through the night like a troubled god.

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The edges of my heart Cut my soft fingertips every time I try to put the shards back together Shattered, it struggles to not beat itself into pieces once again Sometimes, It feels as if my heart isn't the only point of origin for the blood Pumping through my veins My lungs Have become nothing but collateral damage from the Razor sharp "I love you's," Their causalness Serrating my gentle, slowing breaths Stopping my heart's beating Every word holding a little less meaning "I love you?" I say back, confusèdly Wondering Exactly what percentage of your heart you think you poured into your words Because I Didn't hear any of it. Cold, Callous sandpaper tongue Licking at the firey feelings of Doubt in my mind Maybe My quieted voice can quench my questions Smother the slivers of vowels lodged in my lungs Trust me when I say you cannot hold in the blood flowing from my wounds By holding My hand. Shorter than I yet Somehow your lies stand taller than my inner knowing truth. Your heart is flawless and filled with youth So you Cannot see the end as being anything other than mutual Like my heart fingers and lungs Are mutually bleeding Sometimes, it is hard to tell which is bleeding more Sometimes, It is hard to tell if I am holding myself together or continuously falling further apart Not like you would know the difference You only ever held me when I didn't need it When I smiled Your mouth was filled with i love yous But when I cried It was never filled with questions Why Did you never try to see through me Or even simply into my eyes I thought you knew I wouldn't let you drown in my tears But Your reluctance to talk about my fears Only shoved my own head under the steadily rising waters of sadness And despair My dear, how did you get so distant? Moons, planets, light years away Your heart May as well have been located in the andromeda galaxy Because i Could never truly reach it Did you really want to become so distant? When I just wanted to reside by your side I guess I'll dont really want to know the reason why Or if it would have even been worth it to try To fix us.

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Feb 7, 2018

Feb 7, 2018 at 1:27 PM UTC

AkinToASunflower

Bleed;

The edges of my heart Cut my soft fingertips every time I try to put the shards back together Shattered, it struggles to not beat itself into pieces once again Sometimes, It feels as if my heart isn't the only point of origin for the blood Pumping through my veins My lungs Have become nothing but collateral damage from the Razor sharp "I love you's," Their causalness Serrating my gentle, slowing breaths Stopping my heart's beating Every word holding a little less meaning "I love you?" I say back, confusèdly Wondering Exactly what percentage of your heart you think you poured into your words Because I Didn't hear any of it. Cold, Callous sandpaper tongue Licking at the firey feelings of Doubt in my mind Maybe My quieted voice can quench my questions Smother the slivers of vowels lodged in my lungs Trust me when I say you cannot hold in the blood flowing from my wounds By holding My hand. Shorter than I yet Somehow your lies stand taller than my inner knowing truth. Your heart is flawless and filled with youth So you Cannot see the end as being anything other than mutual Like my heart fingers and lungs Are mutually bleeding Sometimes, it is hard to tell which is bleeding more Sometimes, It is hard to tell if I am holding myself together or continuously falling further apart Not like you would know the difference You only ever held me when I didn't need it When I smiled Your mouth was filled with i love yous But when I cried It was never filled with questions Why Did you never try to see through me Or even simply into my eyes I thought you knew I wouldn't let you drown in my tears But Your reluctance to talk about my fears Only shoved my own head under the steadily rising waters of sadness And despair My dear, how did you get so distant? Moons, planets, light years away Your heart May as well have been located in the andromeda galaxy Because i Could never truly reach it Did you really want to become so distant? When I just wanted to reside by your side I guess I'll dont really want to know the reason why Or if it would have even been worth it to try To fix us.

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Dull pattering through agonised woods fumbling winds, serrating storms animals vanishing into the undergrowth scurrying beneath the ground birds huddling under leaves. The river breaks its bank water spreading out like ***** villages swamped with infestation. The storm batters and bruises, bellowing through the night like a troubled god.

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May 9, 2017

May 9, 2017 at 11:23 PM UTC

stanley-wilkin

FLOOD/STORM

Dull pattering through agonised woods fumbling winds, serrating storms animals vanishing into the undergrowth scurrying beneath the ground birds huddling under leaves. The river breaks its bank water spreading out like ***** villages swamped with infestation. The storm batters and bruises, bellowing through the night like a troubled god.

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