"solutes" poems - Hello Poetry

to a summer of metamorphosis you feasted my soul and in copious embraces melted my icy roots withered the nectar of warm tender kisses the bitter grip of my white winter’s solitude to call of seasons you uncaged my spirit joyful flights into spring skies I made parched soil of mine regaled thick grey clouds monsoon rains I drank from the cup of my palms on net of fragrance of flowers that laced my way sprouted verses from kernels of my dormant seeds petals of rose, lilies, jasmine and chrysanthemum, the parchments where I etched lines of my poetry stagnant waters had moved past cold mute stones with luminous force of lightening in a dark sky breaking boulders of obstacles gushed a stream with solutes of emotions and ecstasy

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Aug 20, 2017

Aug 20, 2017 at 8:08 AM UTC

kay_vee

when verses began to sprout

to a summer of metamorphosis you feasted my soul and in copious embraces melted my icy roots withered the nectar of warm tender kisses the bitter grip of my white winter’s solitude to call of seasons you uncaged my spirit joyful flights into spring skies I made parched soil of mine regaled thick grey clouds monsoon rains I drank from the cup of my palms on net of fragrance of flowers that laced my way sprouted verses from kernels of my dormant seeds petals of rose, lilies, jasmine and chrysanthemum, the parchments where I etched lines of my poetry stagnant waters had moved past cold mute stones with luminous force of lightening in a dark sky breaking boulders of obstacles gushed a stream with solutes of emotions and ecstasy

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She stood on the high clift, staring out over the ocean. The sun had begun to set, lighting the sky deep shades of oranges and pinks, like wildflowers in May. The birds were heading to their nest for the night, and soon the night critters will be out and about. But for now, she just smiled at the scenery before her. Her uniform was neat and as dark blue as the sky toward midnight. Her dark, strawberry blond hair pulled up in a tight bun; that was shining in the setting sun. She was heroic and brave in her uniform, and without it she felt vulnerable to the world. Her dark, brown eyes where sparkling as she thought of what tomorrow would bring to her. Tomorrow is going to be the first day in over three years she will get to see her family. She was exited, but nervous, for she was actually afraid. It has been the hardest, and the most challenging three years of her whole life. That crazy, ****** little-teenage-high school-girl was now a woman of her country; proud, formal, and hard working woman that has been trained to expect anything the world brings her, except this. She will walk off the plane with a high, military step with metals clashing against each other. Her father will be proud, wanting stories, and exchanging stories himself of when he served. Step mother will want to fatten her up with pies, turkey, and green beans; Aunt will make special brownies. Her little sister comes home from school to find her in the living room with uniform on. Both girls will hug and cry and cry into each others shoulders. Everything will be perfect: food, laughs, hugs, and pigs-skin. All making memories. But then she will have to leave. They drop her off at the airport, in uniform, and hugs, tears, and solutes will be passed around. These are the memories that will keep her going. Going until next time. In ten years.

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Mar 30, 2014

Mar 30, 2014 at 10:14 AM UTC

kayla-seiayrra

Home

She stood on the high clift, staring out over the ocean. The sun had begun to set, lighting the sky deep shades of oranges and pinks, like wildflowers in May. The birds were heading to their nest for the night, and soon the night critters will be out and about. But for now, she just smiled at the scenery before her. Her uniform was neat and as dark blue as the sky toward midnight. Her dark, strawberry blond hair pulled up in a tight bun; that was shining in the setting sun. She was heroic and brave in her uniform, and without it she felt vulnerable to the world. Her dark, brown eyes where sparkling as she thought of what tomorrow would bring to her. Tomorrow is going to be the first day in over three years she will get to see her family. She was exited, but nervous, for she was actually afraid. It has been the hardest, and the most challenging three years of her whole life. That crazy, ****** little-teenage-high school-girl was now a woman of her country; proud, formal, and hard working woman that has been trained to expect anything the world brings her, except this. She will walk off the plane with a high, military step with metals clashing against each other. Her father will be proud, wanting stories, and exchanging stories himself of when he served. Step mother will want to fatten her up with pies, turkey, and green beans; Aunt will make special brownies. Her little sister comes home from school to find her in the living room with uniform on. Both girls will hug and cry and cry into each others shoulders. Everything will be perfect: food, laughs, hugs, and pigs-skin. All making memories. But then she will have to leave. They drop her off at the airport, in uniform, and hugs, tears, and solutes will be passed around. These are the memories that will keep her going. Going until next time. In ten years.

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Dissolved now Brine mixed all one Floating together Towards the turn of the River bend just down A ways Heading eventually To the ocean Out to sea From heaven It sparkles glints As the sunlight plays on The flow the trickles Wandering jostling blending Dance From above As precious and rare As any diamond Coming together mingling One One fire one shine one Glint one solute Made from many I've cried tears into This Creek thus river Then ocean if seas I've seen the salt go Merge dissolve Become again In one way Live Course like blood Through This universal Vein.

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Apr 1, 2018

Apr 1, 2018 at 7:02 AM UTC

wordvango

Solutes and effegies

Dissolved now Brine mixed all one Floating together Towards the turn of the River bend just down A ways Heading eventually To the ocean Out to sea From heaven It sparkles glints As the sunlight plays on The flow the trickles Wandering jostling blending Dance From above As precious and rare As any diamond Coming together mingling One One fire one shine one Glint one solute Made from many I've cried tears into This Creek thus river Then ocean if seas I've seen the salt go Merge dissolve Become again In one way Live Course like blood Through This universal Vein.

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