"shakeable" poems - Hello Poetry

bird of joy forgot to pass by atleast to come say hi behid every loud laugh is long cry or a cold heart were a bird of joy is dead died with silence without any realization or recognition maybe cause of the given hard mission it was un breakable un shakeable new birds are still born let our nest bloom to their wants to get them breading and growing in there.

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Nov 26, 2016

Nov 26, 2016 at 3:42 AM UTC

sarah-kayy

bird of joy

bird of joy forgot to pass by atleast to come say hi behid every loud laugh is long cry or a cold heart were a bird of joy is dead died with silence without any realization or recognition maybe cause of the given hard mission it was un breakable un shakeable new birds are still born let our nest bloom to their wants to get them breading and growing in there.

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I'm missing the smell of sunscreen splattered in white blotches across my wind chapped cheeks, that will soon blend in with the snow I'm missing the three layers of socks I yank on and stuffing my boots with shakeable hand warmers because my toes always freeze I miss the sound of heel toe heel toe heel toe as the hard plastic boots click against grated metal stairs down to the buses I miss the smell of hot chocolate and barbecue in the air and snow flurries tenderly kiss my face floating downwards I miss the sound of the chair lifts thud thud thud and clicking my skis together to shake off the fresh powder that has accumulated I miss the sound of my poles hitting each other accidentally, and the dots they make in fresh champagne powder between the glades I miss the feeling of relief when I ski into the four points lodge by sunshine peak and grab a cafeteria trey and get my usual macaroni and cheese I miss the feeling of watching snow flurries melt as they land inside my hot chocolate that tastes cheap and watery but so warm I miss singing songs on the lifts, especially the quads, and deciding which runs to do next, black blue or green? I miss saying mountain words like "elk head, jackrabbit, slopes, hockey stop, sunshine express, morningside, storm peak, thunder- head" the list goes on I miss feeling completely at home in a helmet, huge goggles, fleece chilis and a ski jumper I miss Steamboat, I miss skiing, I can't wait for this year.

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Nov 10, 2015

Nov 10, 2015 at 9:56 AM UTC

RJB

Missing Steamboat

I'm missing the smell of sunscreen splattered in white blotches across my wind chapped cheeks, that will soon blend in with the snow I'm missing the three layers of socks I yank on and stuffing my boots with shakeable hand warmers because my toes always freeze I miss the sound of heel toe heel toe heel toe as the hard plastic boots click against grated metal stairs down to the buses I miss the smell of hot chocolate and barbecue in the air and snow flurries tenderly kiss my face floating downwards I miss the sound of the chair lifts thud thud thud and clicking my skis together to shake off the fresh powder that has accumulated I miss the sound of my poles hitting each other accidentally, and the dots they make in fresh champagne powder between the glades I miss the feeling of relief when I ski into the four points lodge by sunshine peak and grab a cafeteria trey and get my usual macaroni and cheese I miss the feeling of watching snow flurries melt as they land inside my hot chocolate that tastes cheap and watery but so warm I miss singing songs on the lifts, especially the quads, and deciding which runs to do next, black blue or green? I miss saying mountain words like "elk head, jackrabbit, slopes, hockey stop, sunshine express, morningside, storm peak, thunder- head" the list goes on I miss feeling completely at home in a helmet, huge goggles, fleece chilis and a ski jumper I miss Steamboat, I miss skiing, I can't wait for this year.

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panting for air, running to nowhere out of breath, still trying to dig what's underneath what's left is longing, a soul seeking, a mind wandering let hearts be hurting after the sorrow and tears laying down walls and fears let the fragile heart break let the shakeable shake no more trails of fake and ache wait 'til the void opens the emptiness awakens beauty in nothing, space for new fillings throwing what's rotting no longer chasing finally, resting and stopping

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Sep 8, 2020

Sep 8, 2020 at 7:24 AM UTC

scarletnomore

freed

panting for air, running to nowhere out of breath, still trying to dig what's underneath what's left is longing, a soul seeking, a mind wandering let hearts be hurting after the sorrow and tears laying down walls and fears let the fragile heart break let the shakeable shake no more trails of fake and ache wait 'til the void opens the emptiness awakens beauty in nothing, space for new fillings throwing what's rotting no longer chasing finally, resting and stopping

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i read what i wrote and i just feel stupid. i feel as if i'm careening through life and no amount of thought will help me gain control. this is new. i am new. but what can i do? no amount of thought seems to heal. because i am lost. lost in the wild and theres no one looking for me anymore. time just moves. and i stand still. i was in love with the world through someone else's eyes. so here i stand. rooted, yet shakeable. looking for the answers. waiting for the answers. knowing, i'll never know they're sweet sound in my ear, or the peace they might provide me. dear sweet woman, i lost my leaves in the earthquake... now i am naked and cold. why stand under me? i can not give you the protection you seek. i do love you though, as i love all things of the night.

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Aug 13, 2010

Aug 13, 2010 at 2:24 AM UTC

gilbertyouenes

timber

i read what i wrote and i just feel stupid. i feel as if i'm careening through life and no amount of thought will help me gain control. this is new. i am new. but what can i do? no amount of thought seems to heal. because i am lost. lost in the wild and theres no one looking for me anymore. time just moves. and i stand still. i was in love with the world through someone else's eyes. so here i stand. rooted, yet shakeable. looking for the answers. waiting for the answers. knowing, i'll never know they're sweet sound in my ear, or the peace they might provide me. dear sweet woman, i lost my leaves in the earthquake... now i am naked and cold. why stand under me? i can not give you the protection you seek. i do love you though, as i love all things of the night.

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