"sinensis" poems - Hello Poetry

I got some things I want to confess From an awkward nerd to a beautiful countess You're more confusing than the Higg's Boson I understand more the positrons and electrons You're more complex than a polysaccharide "Understanding You" is no book my archive Why can't our relationship be a mutualism Rather than the one sided commensalism Could we be close like the tibia and fibula? So close like the aorta and vena cavas? To be close, I could only hope Like uranium 237 and uranium 238, inseparable isotopes Whenever I see you, I get the "kilig" affixes Like the sour taste of citru sinensis I can't get enough of your wonderful smile It's like the taste of pentahydroxyhexanal You might think I'm in delirium But my thoughts are in equilibrium You're the only girl inside my cranium And this love for you is more precious than titanium

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May 28, 2015

May 28, 2015 at 6:57 AM UTC

Justaverage

The Nerdiest Confession

I got some things I want to confess From an awkward nerd to a beautiful countess You're more confusing than the Higg's Boson I understand more the positrons and electrons You're more complex than a polysaccharide "Understanding You" is no book my archive Why can't our relationship be a mutualism Rather than the one sided commensalism Could we be close like the tibia and fibula? So close like the aorta and vena cavas? To be close, I could only hope Like uranium 237 and uranium 238, inseparable isotopes Whenever I see you, I get the "kilig" affixes Like the sour taste of citru sinensis I can't get enough of your wonderful smile It's like the taste of pentahydroxyhexanal You might think I'm in delirium But my thoughts are in equilibrium You're the only girl inside my cranium And this love for you is more precious than titanium

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My sweet evanescent orange although it has been a quiescent season, our time seems to be running short As you happen to be a seasonal delight and although our dalliance has been lovely it has not been one of moiety I will miss your rough skin dulcet taste and your slender intricate eyes like that of a flickering leaf Your bittersweet words had a redulcent undertone, puzzling, in the most delightful way but as examine said parcel of citrus before me I find a scintilla droplet of lament for I do not wish for this season to end I am mindful that it would be quite stingy of me to ask you to obtain till next season for I do not hold possession of your bucolic tree nor do I know if there will be a following season So for the time being I will refrain from harboring jealousy of others who admire you for although I nurtured and paid homage to this Sinensis tree I am aware that I am but a visitor sitting under a grand opulent tree enjoying your sweet taste while we are still in season

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Apr 9, 2021

Apr 9, 2021 at 3:54 PM UTC

bellsofblithe

Citrus Tree

My sweet evanescent orange although it has been a quiescent season, our time seems to be running short As you happen to be a seasonal delight and although our dalliance has been lovely it has not been one of moiety I will miss your rough skin dulcet taste and your slender intricate eyes like that of a flickering leaf Your bittersweet words had a redulcent undertone, puzzling, in the most delightful way but as examine said parcel of citrus before me I find a scintilla droplet of lament for I do not wish for this season to end I am mindful that it would be quite stingy of me to ask you to obtain till next season for I do not hold possession of your bucolic tree nor do I know if there will be a following season So for the time being I will refrain from harboring jealousy of others who admire you for although I nurtured and paid homage to this Sinensis tree I am aware that I am but a visitor sitting under a grand opulent tree enjoying your sweet taste while we are still in season

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yestereve we succame A lengthy ballad of longing formerly one of obstinance flared in a cacophony of passion Whilst usually twirling in a seemly epitome fashion, yestereve a caprice thought laid heavy on hearts as there was no doubt of desire nor were there objections to her for even when my affections consumed you lady desire was just an inexorable yestereve she picked petals from a Sinensis blossom there went the pain any semblance of grudge along with sanity reason and lastly, walls as carefully constructed as that of Pyramus and Thisbe's such vulnerability unmatched for your sweet scent lulled me from the arms of reason for reason, although safe, is the most intricate and fragile part of the ballad and the first to fall victim to the cascade What a fool I must be to have gladly forgotten the kinks of your hands or the freckles on the back of your neck that form a perfect triad. The way your upper lip curls when you grin made my glissade blissful and passionate Your flustered twirl the very epitome of aubade Ignorant of the harsh retombe of reality Your flustered face En L'air Every touch a pleasant surprise that formed a grand symphony A moment of unfiltered emotion A heavenly ballad so cruelly of yestereve.

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Apr 16, 2021

Apr 16, 2021 at 2:37 PM UTC

bellsofblithe

The Ballad of Yestereve

yestereve we succame A lengthy ballad of longing formerly one of obstinance flared in a cacophony of passion Whilst usually twirling in a seemly epitome fashion, yestereve a caprice thought laid heavy on hearts as there was no doubt of desire nor were there objections to her for even when my affections consumed you lady desire was just an inexorable yestereve she picked petals from a Sinensis blossom there went the pain any semblance of grudge along with sanity reason and lastly, walls as carefully constructed as that of Pyramus and Thisbe's such vulnerability unmatched for your sweet scent lulled me from the arms of reason for reason, although safe, is the most intricate and fragile part of the ballad and the first to fall victim to the cascade What a fool I must be to have gladly forgotten the kinks of your hands or the freckles on the back of your neck that form a perfect triad. The way your upper lip curls when you grin made my glissade blissful and passionate Your flustered twirl the very epitome of aubade Ignorant of the harsh retombe of reality Your flustered face En L'air Every touch a pleasant surprise that formed a grand symphony A moment of unfiltered emotion A heavenly ballad so cruelly of yestereve.

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Lawrence Hall [email protected] https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/ poeticdrivel.blogspot.com Camellia Sinensis Dancing Anyone who bangs on about the nuances And the complex properties of tea Loose leaves, filtered water, thermometers How a slurp is superior to a sip The low-Prole vulgarity of teabags Assessing the full body of the tea Then teasing out the flavour of the tea (Camellia Sinensis dancing a striptease?) Is a barbarian. Just pour me out A good cuppa char from the old Brown Betty

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Sep 10, 2021

Sep 10, 2021 at 11:44 PM UTC

lawrence-hall

Cameillia Sinensis Dancing

Lawrence Hall [email protected] https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/ poeticdrivel.blogspot.com Camellia Sinensis Dancing Anyone who bangs on about the nuances And the complex properties of tea Loose leaves, filtered water, thermometers How a slurp is superior to a sip The low-Prole vulgarity of teabags Assessing the full body of the tea Then teasing out the flavour of the tea (Camellia Sinensis dancing a striptease?) Is a barbarian. Just pour me out A good cuppa char from the old Brown Betty

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While leaves may dance as the wind visits, passing by on its way from there to here, there can be a stillness too that comes upon itself, falls, descends even, alighting on plant or tree and settles, stays for a moment or maybe a while, restlessness resting. In the conservatory it is time for tea and the finches flit about as Lucy opens the door, brings the tray forward to the table by the Citrus Sinensis. A plain girl whose face lights up as the little birds flutter to her side, and suddenly bright-eyed, with grace she kneels to wait the required moments for the Lapsang to enfuse before pouring, before filling my bone china cup painted with the quaking aspen leaves of the Populous Tremuloides shimmering and fluttering, quivering like butterflies.

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Feb 3, 2014

Feb 3, 2014 at 12:55 PM UTC

nigel-morgan

The Language of Leaves 1:5

While leaves may dance as the wind visits, passing by on its way from there to here, there can be a stillness too that comes upon itself, falls, descends even, alighting on plant or tree and settles, stays for a moment or maybe a while, restlessness resting. In the conservatory it is time for tea and the finches flit about as Lucy opens the door, brings the tray forward to the table by the Citrus Sinensis. A plain girl whose face lights up as the little birds flutter to her side, and suddenly bright-eyed, with grace she kneels to wait the required moments for the Lapsang to enfuse before pouring, before filling my bone china cup painted with the quaking aspen leaves of the Populous Tremuloides shimmering and fluttering, quivering like butterflies.

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