Smudgeness poems on Hello Poetry

Ainsley Jul 2013

It.

I thought I understood it, that I could grasp it, but I didn't, not really.
Only the smudgeness of it; the pink-slippered, all-containered, semi-precious eagerness of it.
I didn't realize it would sometimes be more than whole, that the wholeness was a rather luxurious idea.
Because it's the halves that halve you in half.
I didn't know, don't know, about the in-between bits;
the gory bits of you, and the gory bits of me.

*I do not know the technical name for this poem, nor did I right it. It is read aloud by the character Anna in the movie Like Crazy, so the credit for this poem I suppose, is due to the writer of the movie script. I think it is absolutely beautiful and hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

Nicole Wheat Apr 2013

An Esoteric State.

I am trying to grasp it:
the semi-enchanting awe of it—
of this concept,
of this idea of feeling so inspired and helpless; the smudgeness of it all—
this bourgeois ideal they chase for;
the same bits we chase for:
the hidden parts of you,
the hidden parts of me,
the secret bits of us both.

Sarah Simonian Jul 2013

A Poem That i Love

"I thought I understood it
That I could grasp it
But I didn’t
Not really
I knew the smudgeness of it
The pink-slippered-all-containered-semi-precious eagerness of it
I didn’t realize it would sometimes be more than whole
The wholeness was a rather luxurious idea
Because its the halves that halve you in half
Didn’t know
Don’t know about the in between bits
The gore-y bits of you
And gore-y bits of me"*

-Anna from *Like Crazy

girl is tree Oct 2013

so breathe

I didn't understand
at all.
Not even the meer smudgeness of it.
I had left all the verses with "There is still so much I do not understand."
I tried to define it, but the definition itself was made up of symbols of symbols, leaving it
indescribable.

But time went on
as it tends to do.
And all the little moments in between had amounted to everything..
Beyond the confines of my mind, I had found it.
Like hidden messages on a window, one only had to breathe to decipher.
All I had to do was breathe.
So breathe

thomezzz May 2018

I'm in love with love

I'm in love with love
With the crushed velvet
Smooth smudgeness of it
Sheen all contained
The frantic flurry of it
The way your breath
Felt on my neck
I'm in love with love.

I'm in love with love
With the cotton puffed
Soft taste of it
Sticky and sweet
Salty crunch of it
The way you melted
Against my tongue
I'm in love with love.

I'm in love with love
With the deep blue
Rocky waves of it
Unknown and forlorn
Forgoing abyss of it
The way you slowly
Pulled away
I'm in love with love.

I'm in love with love
With the dusty grimy
Rough edges of it
Anger ablaze
Feelings discarded of it
The way you left me
Alone
I'm in love with love.

Naomie May 2020

Untitled

I thought I understood it
That I could grasp it but i didn't
Not really
Only the smudgeness of it
The pink slippered
All containered
Semi precious
Eagerness of it

I didn't realize it would sometimes be more than whole
That the wholeness was a rather luxurious idea
Because it's the haves the have you and have
Didn't know, don't know about the in betweens of it
The gory bits of you
The gory bits of me

Lines from a movie

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