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"soothingness" poems
Poetry It calms me The soft words of it make my eyes grow tired Oh poetry, what soothingness you bring
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Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 1:11 AM UTC
Soothing
*I tried to communicate with you Bared out my soul on my lips and my emotions through my words Made plain my darkest, most embarrassing insecurities and needs Not withholding for a moment anything that put me at unease. I laid my doubts before you: my heart battered, bruised and broken Craving tender responses, and the gentle soothingness of your reassurance But words led to arguments, and arguments to distance As we traded accusations across like terpsichoreans in an impassioned dance Till suddenly I found myself lonely... and alone All because I  had dared to dislodge emotional cornerstones So words no longer became the path to emancipating my emotions I swallowed up my feelings and let them simmer like a slow-brewing potion For if you cannot feel my pain, laid plain through my words Then perhaps you can perceive them in my Silence...* #BlueRain 2017
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Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 4:40 PM UTC
Dear ...
Kiss me with your thick, toothsome lips Let me feel the poetic hair strands Of your thrilling beard Send infinite sweetness Around your charming cheekbones Look into your eye pupils And see the iridescent trueness The soothingness of your soul How you glow so swimmingly
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Sep 16, 2021
Sep 16, 2021 at 4:21 PM UTC
The Iridescent Trueness
It was a small cafe, the sign that hung outside appeared wider than the shop itself. The logo was a purple monkey with a large cup of coffee in his hand, it read "Worlds Grapest Coffee". Once inside the first thing you notice is the place smells like brewed heaven, not like those fru-fru places with all their exotic flavors, this was just good ole coffee aroma, thick in the air and delicious to the nose. As far as the ambiance, there wasn't any, no pretension here. The wooden floor was old, worn and uneven, It almost felt like you were standing on the deck of a small boat in the middle of a storm, if you didn't know better, you would swear the tables and chairs could come sliding your way at any moment. The counter looked like it was installed in the 80’s it had a blue gray formica top with tiny speckles. The woman who took my order had these remarkable sea green eyes, I was taken aback immediately when I saw them, she wore a white button up blouse  with a black apron wrapped around her waist, the kind with a pouch in the front. Short slim, long dark, chestnut brown hair with a contagious smile, definitely not hard on these old eyes. When asking for my order, her voice had a smokey jazzy feel to it, adding yet another layer of soothingness to the place. I ordered a regular coffee, black with two sugars
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Mar 17, 2018
Mar 17, 2018 at 8:01 AM UTC
Saturday Morning Coffee