"sobranie" poems - Hello Poetry

cigarette ashes fly on the wind, as i stare at my black coffee, it gazes back at me. black sobranie, and i debate; of all the people, i find it hard to see is there something worth seeking. just like dust, i let them go i never looked back let them think i'm bore. you may be a world unseen, yet i am so tired no words flow well enough. i'll just go lose myself in paint and doubt while i stare at my coffee, and flit around.

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Apr 22, 2021

Apr 22, 2021 at 4:25 PM UTC

nim

paris balcony

cigarette ashes fly on the wind, as i stare at my black coffee, it gazes back at me. black sobranie, and i debate; of all the people, i find it hard to see is there something worth seeking. just like dust, i let them go i never looked back let them think i'm bore. you may be a world unseen, yet i am so tired no words flow well enough. i'll just go lose myself in paint and doubt while i stare at my coffee, and flit around.

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Monday was the languidly curling wisps of steam the cup of tea you didnt drink Tuesday was the pale clouds hovering to the waves roaring trying to keep up with your heart's beating Wednesday was the phone you left uncharged the night before your lover who left before you saw Thursday was the lazy morning the window panes foggy you woke up 10.00am your vision still hazy Friday was sobranie sweetly sickly you try to drown your worries Saturday was the night sky starless you sat beneath it, sleepless Sunday was the low rumbling of the train tracks blue skies turned into black

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Dec 18, 2013

Dec 18, 2013 at 4:48 AM UTC

karandorie

on some days I still think of you

Monday was the languidly curling wisps of steam the cup of tea you didnt drink Tuesday was the pale clouds hovering to the waves roaring trying to keep up with your heart's beating Wednesday was the phone you left uncharged the night before your lover who left before you saw Thursday was the lazy morning the window panes foggy you woke up 10.00am your vision still hazy Friday was sobranie sweetly sickly you try to drown your worries Saturday was the night sky starless you sat beneath it, sleepless Sunday was the low rumbling of the train tracks blue skies turned into black

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She purchased a Trilby hat in lieu of a Stetson Her shoulders seemed to stoop whenever she lit her famous Sobranie. The rolling countryside always felt like despair more bramble than Strawberry Fair She found herself in New Brighton, bracing the sea air a sought job in a Mobile Fish and Chip Van was assuredly the Lisa Presley way. But her heart hankered for Hull, the dare was brazen to partake in a Photography class to record civil disobedience. Perhaps a suitable hat would be a beret for that inveighed look our dear Sandra McClain.

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Nov 6, 2012

Nov 6, 2012 at 4:53 PM UTC

topaz-oreilly

Going Places.

She purchased a Trilby hat in lieu of a Stetson Her shoulders seemed to stoop whenever she lit her famous Sobranie. The rolling countryside always felt like despair more bramble than Strawberry Fair She found herself in New Brighton, bracing the sea air a sought job in a Mobile Fish and Chip Van was assuredly the Lisa Presley way. But her heart hankered for Hull, the dare was brazen to partake in a Photography class to record civil disobedience. Perhaps a suitable hat would be a beret for that inveighed look our dear Sandra McClain.

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My weary eyes widened when Your silver tongue slits my pale neck Thus, I sank my fangs below your ear to suffice my blood drunk. As the edge of your dagger trod back and forth on my skinny wrist. Dead as the night. Where the moon sheds her aging skin as I peel my own. We were occupied with such ardor like a peculiar kind of intimacy. ~ I turned away after that, Left you with the aftermath I faced the light to cast a shadow where you chose to dwell and might as well make perforations on my back. She said she loves me but all I ever felt was antipathy ~ If I can just sew my lips to my inner most thoughts to obviate myself from forming a lie But, I can’t. You said ‘sing to me sweet’, so I sugarcoated every word that came out from my fraudulent mouth I was just in it for the thrill. ~ The stars I put up in your sky were fake Life is nothing but a masquerade and you didn't fell for a prince charming. Because the rainbow I showed you was just the smoke from my Sobranie.

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Oct 3, 2013

Oct 3, 2013 at 6:47 AM UTC

kyle-romeo

The Rainbow you saw was just the Smoke from my Sobranie

My weary eyes widened when Your silver tongue slits my pale neck Thus, I sank my fangs below your ear to suffice my blood drunk. As the edge of your dagger trod back and forth on my skinny wrist. Dead as the night. Where the moon sheds her aging skin as I peel my own. We were occupied with such ardor like a peculiar kind of intimacy. ~ I turned away after that, Left you with the aftermath I faced the light to cast a shadow where you chose to dwell and might as well make perforations on my back. She said she loves me but all I ever felt was antipathy ~ If I can just sew my lips to my inner most thoughts to obviate myself from forming a lie But, I can’t. You said ‘sing to me sweet’, so I sugarcoated every word that came out from my fraudulent mouth I was just in it for the thrill. ~ The stars I put up in your sky were fake Life is nothing but a masquerade and you didn't fell for a prince charming. Because the rainbow I showed you was just the smoke from my Sobranie.

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For a moment or maybe it was for a lifetime, difficult to remember, but this Heraklion tuna helps me to forget what if it was longer though and down I go into the catalogue, back into the long winded and whining winding monologue. I talk to the empty halls when the bedroom walls get fed up with it and sit on the verandah with a spiced *** and Sobranie. It was a lifetime I remember now and how it was, I'll forget again, funny how the mind erases the pain, like having a baby I suppose. I suppose mostly firstly because it's easy and supposing doesn't cost me the price of a conversation. Just remembered I never had Heraklion tuna at all.

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Feb 20, 2016

Feb 20, 2016 at 5:47 PM UTC

john-edward-smallshaw

The menu maker

For a moment or maybe it was for a lifetime, difficult to remember, but this Heraklion tuna helps me to forget what if it was longer though and down I go into the catalogue, back into the long winded and whining winding monologue. I talk to the empty halls when the bedroom walls get fed up with it and sit on the verandah with a spiced *** and Sobranie. It was a lifetime I remember now and how it was, I'll forget again, funny how the mind erases the pain, like having a baby I suppose. I suppose mostly firstly because it's easy and supposing doesn't cost me the price of a conversation. Just remembered I never had Heraklion tuna at all.

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I've been the best of it and the worst of it, I've been blessed and I've been cursed by it and it never knew me at all. On the plus side by the wayside, they've ignored me and it suited me, invisible and yet there, no one saw me, I didn't care. Now I'm ancient, almost a monument to the hard days, the back door through the yard ways and I am still a part of it whatever it can be. When the time comes on the day that the sun bursts I'll be first in the queue looking at you looking at it.

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Aug 13, 2015

Aug 13, 2015 at 8:17 PM UTC

john-edward-smallshaw

Chain smoking sobranie

I've been the best of it and the worst of it, I've been blessed and I've been cursed by it and it never knew me at all. On the plus side by the wayside, they've ignored me and it suited me, invisible and yet there, no one saw me, I didn't care. Now I'm ancient, almost a monument to the hard days, the back door through the yard ways and I am still a part of it whatever it can be. When the time comes on the day that the sun bursts I'll be first in the queue looking at you looking at it.

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