"treacled" poems - Hello Poetry

Every Second seems like a day Every hour like a week As I pine for the jade sparkle in your eyes Time moves like a treacled tortoise As I wait & wait & wait For the moment we touch we kiss we hold Our breath & then Exhale

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Apr 13, 2014

Apr 13, 2014 at 7:30 AM UTC

rjames-obrien

Tick Tock

Every Second seems like a day Every hour like a week As I pine for the jade sparkle in your eyes Time moves like a treacled tortoise As I wait & wait & wait For the moment we touch we kiss we hold Our breath & then Exhale

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Contact - Pews with no use, a forgotten passage treacled, serving the timbre of resonance Fundamental mistake agreed upon - Taken in turns, compromise youth, stripes of black tape, holding in, holding down - With such emotion A feeling, an instinct - Complex in nature, futile in structure - Sigil-like and abrupt - Bursting forth a cacophony of irreverence Yet, buried vast leagues underneath, the reflex of upset digestion in a tank of split hairs Full/Frugal This is within the borders of communication - Feedback - Crossed between importance Cornerstones moss covered, sinking to the bottom of refuse Candy & gum flavoured coastal reefs - Hardening on the decay of brimstone and salt My ego is capsuled, exerting pressure equally from all angles A fishing hook, on a fishing rod - Cast into a culture of aplomb Plum knives, bread, buried under volcanoes - Just far away enough, shielded by brass Squashed inside my grandmother's tin - Old, rustic and wilting Baking our ancestry into extinction - Corroding, and creating callous embassy Just long enough, to settle our stomachs - I dance.

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Apr 5, 2015

Apr 5, 2015 at 7:54 PM UTC

connor-reid

Pompeii

Contact - Pews with no use, a forgotten passage treacled, serving the timbre of resonance Fundamental mistake agreed upon - Taken in turns, compromise youth, stripes of black tape, holding in, holding down - With such emotion A feeling, an instinct - Complex in nature, futile in structure - Sigil-like and abrupt - Bursting forth a cacophony of irreverence Yet, buried vast leagues underneath, the reflex of upset digestion in a tank of split hairs Full/Frugal This is within the borders of communication - Feedback - Crossed between importance Cornerstones moss covered, sinking to the bottom of refuse Candy & gum flavoured coastal reefs - Hardening on the decay of brimstone and salt My ego is capsuled, exerting pressure equally from all angles A fishing hook, on a fishing rod - Cast into a culture of aplomb Plum knives, bread, buried under volcanoes - Just far away enough, shielded by brass Squashed inside my grandmother's tin - Old, rustic and wilting Baking our ancestry into extinction - Corroding, and creating callous embassy Just long enough, to settle our stomachs - I dance.

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With mixed and barbed emotions these thick and heavy days defy physics individually grinding yet weekly whipping by But in this treacled maelstrom Friday’s unique frisson still brings a cheeky tickle

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Mar 19, 2021

Mar 19, 2021 at 2:33 AM UTC

drunkenkind

Gotta get down

With mixed and barbed emotions these thick and heavy days defy physics individually grinding yet weekly whipping by But in this treacled maelstrom Friday’s unique frisson still brings a cheeky tickle

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Numbed by trickles of sheer icy fear She knelt as more thick flow of red Treacled its circle, stained the green And oozed its way round a still head. Silenced by shock, glazed eyes lifted. A once sporty car piecing the ground. Spewing confusion, unearthly yet still Her gaze fixed on wheels idling around. Destruction's trauma brought spin-back, Re-flashing she vividly viewed, as before, Tree halting speed and air-piercing crash Leaving his young heart beating no more.

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Oct 21, 2016

Oct 21, 2016 at 5:23 PM UTC

fay-slimm

Spin Back.

Numbed by trickles of sheer icy fear She knelt as more thick flow of red Treacled its circle, stained the green And oozed its way round a still head. Silenced by shock, glazed eyes lifted. A once sporty car piecing the ground. Spewing confusion, unearthly yet still Her gaze fixed on wheels idling around. Destruction's trauma brought spin-back, Re-flashing she vividly viewed, as before, Tree halting speed and air-piercing crash Leaving his young heart beating no more.

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