"sulfate" poems - Hello Poetry

Let the night in, for I'll be writin' the letters of light in the air. Our bodies pulsate by the notes of gentle symphonies, and we adhere. Two elements shakin' and mergin' into one. We are makin' it and cravin' for more of this addictive fun. The moonlight rays reach the shapes of the furniture, movin' along with the temperature, increasin' with each movement. Like desert diamonds, we will reflect in the pearly sun. You will be the meadow that I will prefer and the lover within my arms to cover. Until amusement, let my cries give you inducement. From the color of sulfate, this night is glowin' with universal sparks. We both have bewitchin' feels for each other. I am tastin' honey on the curves of her skin, and we embark on the hill. The darkness is sailin' on the waves of our unity. We stomp on a bed full of cherries, and the night stays still. She feeds me with her tempting body, and I see her lucid thrills. I climb on her high balconies, and I am one with the moon, drinkin' from the passion of her milky skin. Our hearts entwined. I attune from the voice of the raccoon. Her body is femininity incarnated into a guitar. I play on her strings, listenin' to the music from noon until dawn, bound to our emotional devotion. Our irresistible pleasure is bowing to our connection.

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Nov 29, 2021

Nov 29, 2021 at 8:33 AM UTC

Svetli

One with the Moon (ver.2)

Let the night in, for I'll be writin' the letters of light in the air. Our bodies pulsate by the notes of gentle symphonies, and we adhere. Two elements shakin' and mergin' into one. We are makin' it and cravin' for more of this addictive fun. The moonlight rays reach the shapes of the furniture, movin' along with the temperature, increasin' with each movement. Like desert diamonds, we will reflect in the pearly sun. You will be the meadow that I will prefer and the lover within my arms to cover. Until amusement, let my cries give you inducement. From the color of sulfate, this night is glowin' with universal sparks. We both have bewitchin' feels for each other. I am tastin' honey on the curves of her skin, and we embark on the hill. The darkness is sailin' on the waves of our unity. We stomp on a bed full of cherries, and the night stays still. She feeds me with her tempting body, and I see her lucid thrills. I climb on her high balconies, and I am one with the moon, drinkin' from the passion of her milky skin. Our hearts entwined. I attune from the voice of the raccoon. Her body is femininity incarnated into a guitar. I play on her strings, listenin' to the music from noon until dawn, bound to our emotional devotion. Our irresistible pleasure is bowing to our connection.

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Let the night in, for I will write the letters of light in the air. Our bodies pulsate by the notes of gentle symphonies, and we adhere. Two elements shakin' and mergin' into one. We are makin' and cravin' for more of this addictive fun. The moonlight rays reach the shapes of the furniture, movin' along with the temperature, increasin' with each movement. From the color of sulfate, this night is glowin' with universal sparks. We both have bewitchin' feels for each other. I am tastin' honey on the curves of her skin, and we embark on the hill. The darkness is sailin' on the waves of our unity. We stomp on a bed of cherries, and the night stands still. She feeds me with her tempting body, and I see her lucidly. I climb on her high balconies, and I am one with the moon, drinkin' from the passion of her milky skin. I attune from the voice of the raccoon. Her body is femininity incarnated into a guitar. I play on her strings, listenin' to the music from noon until dawn, bound to our emotional devotion.

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Nov 15, 2021

Nov 15, 2021 at 5:41 AM UTC

Svetli

One with the Moon

Let the night in, for I will write the letters of light in the air. Our bodies pulsate by the notes of gentle symphonies, and we adhere. Two elements shakin' and mergin' into one. We are makin' and cravin' for more of this addictive fun. The moonlight rays reach the shapes of the furniture, movin' along with the temperature, increasin' with each movement. From the color of sulfate, this night is glowin' with universal sparks. We both have bewitchin' feels for each other. I am tastin' honey on the curves of her skin, and we embark on the hill. The darkness is sailin' on the waves of our unity. We stomp on a bed of cherries, and the night stands still. She feeds me with her tempting body, and I see her lucidly. I climb on her high balconies, and I am one with the moon, drinkin' from the passion of her milky skin. I attune from the voice of the raccoon. Her body is femininity incarnated into a guitar. I play on her strings, listenin' to the music from noon until dawn, bound to our emotional devotion.

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Donuts, o donuts, Wheat Flour Enriched Soybean, Palm and Cottonseed Oil Hydrogenated Vegetable Oil Partially Hydrogenated Cocoa Processed with Alkali, Sodium Acid Pyrophosphate Sodium Aluminum Phosphate Aluminum Sulfate Salt, Dextrose, Soy Lecithin, Guar Gum, Cellulose Gum, Tapioca Dextrin, Corn Dextrins, Mono Diglycerides, Citric Acid, Enzymes, Natural & Artificial colors & flavors Sorbic Acid and Sodium Propionate and Potassium Sorbate To Retain Freshness: Eat 'em up yum.

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Mar 30, 2012

Mar 30, 2012 at 2:08 PM UTC

loveless-wraith

Donut Gems

Donuts, o donuts, Wheat Flour Enriched Soybean, Palm and Cottonseed Oil Hydrogenated Vegetable Oil Partially Hydrogenated Cocoa Processed with Alkali, Sodium Acid Pyrophosphate Sodium Aluminum Phosphate Aluminum Sulfate Salt, Dextrose, Soy Lecithin, Guar Gum, Cellulose Gum, Tapioca Dextrin, Corn Dextrins, Mono Diglycerides, Citric Acid, Enzymes, Natural & Artificial colors & flavors Sorbic Acid and Sodium Propionate and Potassium Sorbate To Retain Freshness: Eat 'em up yum.

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i am grateful for stretch denim on days when **** it is a fashion statement for lavender laundry detergent because that smell reminds me of the home i've built in my head for tea at 2 a.m. when all the things i've done race in my head because the next morning, i usually get my **** together for colds because they make eating an entire roll of cinnamon buns completely justifiable for the mountains that surround me for NPR and good, rated M fanfiction for def poetry when i can't find the right words for finding a pack of cigarettes when it is only 11:30pm on a thursday night and i am well past drunk in a slightly damp armchair for harry potter and neil gaiman for when twenty dollars fills up my gas tank for my grandma's potato salad and biscuits with honey for feminist zines that make me want to smash the patriarchy for burts bees chapstick and jasmine-green tea for friends who let me cry on their bedroom floors for books that keep me entertained (even if that means me crying in my bathtub while reading them) for courtney love and joan jett because those ******* have ridden in my car with me over many heart-breaks for well-water and sulfate free red wine for johnny cash and new orleans and whiskey for salt-- because that **** can wash away anything for farmer's markets and co-ops for bottles of water and for cookie dough when my mouth is the consistency of cotton and my mind is a little bit gone for warm days in January and cold days in September for breakfast and for hikes that begin at five a.m. for summer nights drunk on wine and a little too much fire for friends who call me 'momma bear' and for friends that call me 'baby bird' for poems that give you cold chills and flowers stolen from my neighbor's yard for skin that smells like the sun and sage for beeswax candles and the smell of clean laundry for days when i wake up and realize i could have died on a bathroom floor

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Jan 22, 2013

Jan 22, 2013 at 7:17 PM UTC

ashley-wade-parker

the things i am greatful for

i am grateful for stretch denim on days when **** it is a fashion statement for lavender laundry detergent because that smell reminds me of the home i've built in my head for tea at 2 a.m. when all the things i've done race in my head because the next morning, i usually get my **** together for colds because they make eating an entire roll of cinnamon buns completely justifiable for the mountains that surround me for NPR and good, rated M fanfiction for def poetry when i can't find the right words for finding a pack of cigarettes when it is only 11:30pm on a thursday night and i am well past drunk in a slightly damp armchair for harry potter and neil gaiman for when twenty dollars fills up my gas tank for my grandma's potato salad and biscuits with honey for feminist zines that make me want to smash the patriarchy for burts bees chapstick and jasmine-green tea for friends who let me cry on their bedroom floors for books that keep me entertained (even if that means me crying in my bathtub while reading them) for courtney love and joan jett because those ******* have ridden in my car with me over many heart-breaks for well-water and sulfate free red wine for johnny cash and new orleans and whiskey for salt-- because that **** can wash away anything for farmer's markets and co-ops for bottles of water and for cookie dough when my mouth is the consistency of cotton and my mind is a little bit gone for warm days in January and cold days in September for breakfast and for hikes that begin at five a.m. for summer nights drunk on wine and a little too much fire for friends who call me 'momma bear' and for friends that call me 'baby bird' for poems that give you cold chills and flowers stolen from my neighbor's yard for skin that smells like the sun and sage for beeswax candles and the smell of clean laundry for days when i wake up and realize i could have died on a bathroom floor

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My sad is copper sulfate, A blue shriek in my sternum, A pressure frame inside me, Too far away to burn him. Leave my sad to crystallise, Please just keep your distance. Through my stalagmites of sorrow Take the line of least resistance. I carve companions from the rock, Each one a salty clone. I’ve made societies down here To sit with my alone.

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Jun 2, 2024

Jun 2, 2024 at 5:17 AM UTC

adhesive

Salt Mines

My sad is copper sulfate, A blue shriek in my sternum, A pressure frame inside me, Too far away to burn him. Leave my sad to crystallise, Please just keep your distance. Through my stalagmites of sorrow Take the line of least resistance. I carve companions from the rock, Each one a salty clone. I’ve made societies down here To sit with my alone.

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enriched macaroni product (wheat flour, glyceryl, mono stearate, niacin, ferrous sulfate (iron), thiamin mononitrate (vitamin b1) riboflavin vitamin b2 folic acid) cheese sauce mix (whey, malto dextrin, corn syrup solids salt palm oil modified food starch milk fat milk protein concentrate con tains less than 2% of tomatoes* milk mediumchaintriglycerides sodium tripolyphosphatecream citricacidsodiumphosphatelacticacid naturalflavour** onions*** tricalciumphosphatepartiallyhydrog enatedsoybeanandcottonseedoil guargum monosodiumglutamate garlic****yellow5yellow6spicemalicacid enzymes disodiumguanylatedisodiuminosinate artificialflavour cheeseculturemodifiedfoodstarchmaltodextrinpotassiumchlorideacetylatedmonoglyceridessaltmediumchaintriglyceridesapocarotenal(colour)contains; wheat milk

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Feb 26, 2016

Feb 26, 2016 at 6:22 PM UTC

z-m-scholl

Nacho Supreme

enriched macaroni product (wheat flour, glyceryl, mono stearate, niacin, ferrous sulfate (iron), thiamin mononitrate (vitamin b1) riboflavin vitamin b2 folic acid) cheese sauce mix (whey, malto dextrin, corn syrup solids salt palm oil modified food starch milk fat milk protein concentrate con tains less than 2% of tomatoes* milk mediumchaintriglycerides sodium tripolyphosphatecream citricacidsodiumphosphatelacticacid naturalflavour** onions*** tricalciumphosphatepartiallyhydrog enatedsoybeanandcottonseedoil guargum monosodiumglutamate garlic****yellow5yellow6spicemalicacid enzymes disodiumguanylatedisodiuminosinate artificialflavour cheeseculturemodifiedfoodstarchmaltodextrinpotassiumchlorideacetylatedmonoglyceridessaltmediumchaintriglyceridesapocarotenal(colour)contains; wheat milk

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The skin on my fingertips is cracking. I washed all the dishes by hand. I dried them and stacked them and put them away. I walk on the wall between honest and kind. I wait for the film to unwind, or become exposed. The darkroom is where I first taught my heart to close. To add the sulfate and turn on the bulb so the picture wouldn't change, the way turning on the light doesn't knock over the first domino. How your arms rise from your sides when you skip, a bird taking flight. How you lie on your stomach to photograph a seagull. How do you love two people? When I close one part, the cracks form somewhere else. I walk on the wall between honest and kind. It is seven feet tall. I throw an arm out to either side for balance but it reminds me of you, so I fall to the right.

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Sep 10, 2018

Sep 10, 2018 at 7:14 PM UTC

em-3

I walk the wall

The skin on my fingertips is cracking. I washed all the dishes by hand. I dried them and stacked them and put them away. I walk on the wall between honest and kind. I wait for the film to unwind, or become exposed. The darkroom is where I first taught my heart to close. To add the sulfate and turn on the bulb so the picture wouldn't change, the way turning on the light doesn't knock over the first domino. How your arms rise from your sides when you skip, a bird taking flight. How you lie on your stomach to photograph a seagull. How do you love two people? When I close one part, the cracks form somewhere else. I walk on the wall between honest and kind. It is seven feet tall. I throw an arm out to either side for balance but it reminds me of you, so I fall to the right.

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48(Cd) is a highly toxic, poisonous and soft metal used in many production processes, but mainly mixed with Sulfate to make the color yellow. metal is suppose to be tough. Not malleable, ductile and easily cut. Polished to a lustrous finish but will corrode in due time. I am Cadmium; soft and easily cut, my finish does not last, I can be poisonous if you don't filter me. But if you mix me correctly, I am a beautiful Yellow.

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Mar 3, 2017

Mar 3, 2017 at 4:35 PM UTC

austin-d-woodruff

CADMIUM (48, Cd)

48(Cd) is a highly toxic, poisonous and soft metal used in many production processes, but mainly mixed with Sulfate to make the color yellow. metal is suppose to be tough. Not malleable, ductile and easily cut. Polished to a lustrous finish but will corrode in due time. I am Cadmium; soft and easily cut, my finish does not last, I can be poisonous if you don't filter me. But if you mix me correctly, I am a beautiful Yellow.

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I'm a chemist too, Walter. Don't believe me? Just take a look at my blood. This iron, albuterol sulfate, acetaminophen, all this? I did it. Don't force my hand, sweetheart. Don't bite the poet that feeds. Don't lick the flames that keep that rage you have going, you'll lose your identity. Don't make your mother scream if you don't want to count bruises. Don't be too soft, child. Don't be too ugly, boy/girl/parasite. Your God's a lion, recently fed, drowsy. I wish you'd believe me when I say I'm sick, Dad. My tongue's falling out.

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Jun 27, 2016

Jun 27, 2016 at 10:26 PM UTC

lauren-r

Prettiest Flaws

I'm a chemist too, Walter. Don't believe me? Just take a look at my blood. This iron, albuterol sulfate, acetaminophen, all this? I did it. Don't force my hand, sweetheart. Don't bite the poet that feeds. Don't lick the flames that keep that rage you have going, you'll lose your identity. Don't make your mother scream if you don't want to count bruises. Don't be too soft, child. Don't be too ugly, boy/girl/parasite. Your God's a lion, recently fed, drowsy. I wish you'd believe me when I say I'm sick, Dad. My tongue's falling out.

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you sTare at my back wHile i mix mAgNesium and copper sulfate. your brain tries to function and wrap around what to say. megan tooK my chair. i turn and argue that i didn't. i've been uSing this chair all period. you continue to playfully argue with me until deciding that i am going to win this 'argument' because i go to pull yours from under you. my nose presses into your shoulder. you smell of Tide and manly musk. so Attractive. You grip the stool of your chair as it rocks against the floor. you go on to tease me about how your chem project is without flaw and how you're the best there ever was.

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Sep 24, 2014

Sep 24, 2014 at 7:37 PM UTC

maytin-paige

Thanks

you sTare at my back wHile i mix mAgNesium and copper sulfate. your brain tries to function and wrap around what to say. megan tooK my chair. i turn and argue that i didn't. i've been uSing this chair all period. you continue to playfully argue with me until deciding that i am going to win this 'argument' because i go to pull yours from under you. my nose presses into your shoulder. you smell of Tide and manly musk. so Attractive. You grip the stool of your chair as it rocks against the floor. you go on to tease me about how your chem project is without flaw and how you're the best there ever was.

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Round wheels found patterned, pebble pavement opened Heaven and white walls. Who were washed, dropped brown mud crowns broken on soft breathing ground. It's not loud. Color from clay, (my dearest sulfate) I'll wash away three days one glass with sparkling diamonds drops I cannot catch. Fingernails orange and chipped, I sip waste six more days but saved my veins, still dream of trains. I think of engines, coal and triumphant triangle iron. Trains have become much more than that. CTA and there's no Racoon roadkill. White walls around pink stink, black drops of gum beneath me. Maybe in daisies, I believe; mosquitos and flies I wear pants. I've got less eyes and more lies than that. Just trust the jeweled beetle bug.

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Sep 14, 2014

Sep 14, 2014 at 6:10 PM UTC

SKGarcia

Horse Apples

Round wheels found patterned, pebble pavement opened Heaven and white walls. Who were washed, dropped brown mud crowns broken on soft breathing ground. It's not loud. Color from clay, (my dearest sulfate) I'll wash away three days one glass with sparkling diamonds drops I cannot catch. Fingernails orange and chipped, I sip waste six more days but saved my veins, still dream of trains. I think of engines, coal and triumphant triangle iron. Trains have become much more than that. CTA and there's no Racoon roadkill. White walls around pink stink, black drops of gum beneath me. Maybe in daisies, I believe; mosquitos and flies I wear pants. I've got less eyes and more lies than that. Just trust the jeweled beetle bug.

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Do you have da funk? It's a kung-fu shuffle with hip-hop hustle it tussles in nerve tissue and glows copper sulfate-- when you string up so many ****** of course their eyes bob and ba-ba-dump da-dump jump and roll out the sky like blue, I mean the colour blue. That's da funk colour. Take a lone winter morning in which you refuse to wake: this too is da funk. And it sticks to you like gum on a shoe. So you dance in your head and you think of the purple fizzing nights like Lil Wayne on lean he jumps, jumps and ******* maybe it might make me feel good again, too.

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Jun 27, 2018

Jun 27, 2018 at 9:43 PM UTC

tawandamulalu

Poem.

Do you have da funk? It's a kung-fu shuffle with hip-hop hustle it tussles in nerve tissue and glows copper sulfate-- when you string up so many ****** of course their eyes bob and ba-ba-dump da-dump jump and roll out the sky like blue, I mean the colour blue. That's da funk colour. Take a lone winter morning in which you refuse to wake: this too is da funk. And it sticks to you like gum on a shoe. So you dance in your head and you think of the purple fizzing nights like Lil Wayne on lean he jumps, jumps and ******* maybe it might make me feel good again, too.

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David had a sling and rocks made of barium sulfate. Fast and dense like that of a bullet. David shot a gun at the Philistine pulpit.

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Jan 30, 2019

Jan 30, 2019 at 6:56 PM UTC

Berryblue

thoughts

David had a sling and rocks made of barium sulfate. Fast and dense like that of a bullet. David shot a gun at the Philistine pulpit.

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Is love logical? Is it topical? I beat the tree and nothing falls. Is it random? Is it fandom? I'm your biggest fan, so please sign! Is it something? Is it nothing? How do we understand it all all? Is it wishing? Is it kissing? You've got yours, so where is mine? Is it easy? Is it greasy? Like driving a car down the highway. Is it crazy? Is it hazey? Where does this road take us? Is it fate? Is it dates? Let's do your way, then my way. Is it make believe? Is it what we conceive? I don't think anything could shake us. Is it *** Is it a hex? Hypnosis at its finest. Is it a look? Is it the books? Are our ideas the same? Is it math? Is it a craft? Times. Divide. Add. Minus. Is it art? Is it open farts? Could you never be ashamed? Is it true? Is it you? I'm not sure, but this time: us. Is is tame? Is it lame? We'll never know if we don't try. Is it perfection? Retrospection? I remember a time when we were happy. Is it doused? Is it when you buy a house? Things are getting dry. Is it news? Is it confused? I just want something sappy. Is it the cat? Is it the rat? Which one did it? Is it pride? Is it a ride? Rollercoasters are for kids. Is it soul mates? Is it sulfate? Which one is it? Is it fun? Is it like the sun? I just want to close the lid.

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Feb 14, 2017

Feb 14, 2017 at 10:56 AM UTC

samantha-rose-schaefer

What is love?

Is love logical? Is it topical? I beat the tree and nothing falls. Is it random? Is it fandom? I'm your biggest fan, so please sign! Is it something? Is it nothing? How do we understand it all all? Is it wishing? Is it kissing? You've got yours, so where is mine? Is it easy? Is it greasy? Like driving a car down the highway. Is it crazy? Is it hazey? Where does this road take us? Is it fate? Is it dates? Let's do your way, then my way. Is it make believe? Is it what we conceive? I don't think anything could shake us. Is it *** Is it a hex? Hypnosis at its finest. Is it a look? Is it the books? Are our ideas the same? Is it math? Is it a craft? Times. Divide. Add. Minus. Is it art? Is it open farts? Could you never be ashamed? Is it true? Is it you? I'm not sure, but this time: us. Is is tame? Is it lame? We'll never know if we don't try. Is it perfection? Retrospection? I remember a time when we were happy. Is it doused? Is it when you buy a house? Things are getting dry. Is it news? Is it confused? I just want something sappy. Is it the cat? Is it the rat? Which one did it? Is it pride? Is it a ride? Rollercoasters are for kids. Is it soul mates? Is it sulfate? Which one is it? Is it fun? Is it like the sun? I just want to close the lid.

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