"tumeric" poems - Hello Poetry

tumeric tucked twixt the members, the digits the fingers the thumbs it's solivagent aromas make their home dormant, yet retractable; neutrons known many moments to millimeters the soft rust color fades oh, i haven't even noticed the time passing when will i notice my own grave. © 2015 Kate Volk

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Mar 24, 2014

Mar 24, 2014 at 1:38 AM UTC

eckate

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tumeric tucked twixt the members, the digits the fingers the thumbs it's solivagent aromas make their home dormant, yet retractable; neutrons known many moments to millimeters the soft rust color fades oh, i haven't even noticed the time passing when will i notice my own grave. © 2015 Kate Volk

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Sleek lines curve around the mind, stimulating the imagination. Here and now she faces me, but who is the mirror? Tumeric stains on fingertips, reminders of the culinary fun. A half empty glass of Bordeaux upon the monopoly board: oh yeah, another loss. Ruby-red shoes seek a home. A silver spoon is bent in two. Johnny Cash plays as the record spins. Some you lose, some you win!

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Sep 8, 2018

Sep 8, 2018 at 11:41 AM UTC

ZeroZen

Friday night

Sleek lines curve around the mind, stimulating the imagination. Here and now she faces me, but who is the mirror? Tumeric stains on fingertips, reminders of the culinary fun. A half empty glass of Bordeaux upon the monopoly board: oh yeah, another loss. Ruby-red shoes seek a home. A silver spoon is bent in two. Johnny Cash plays as the record spins. Some you lose, some you win!

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She's flying away For good this time Fells like we only just met. You make heaven seem so dull With your beautiful laugh and tumeric juice. You were never mine to lose, Yet I lost you nun the less. Entangled forever, until the tides forget to pull us apart. You soundly touched my soul, And left no finger prints We said goodbye, I wished you well. You said It's just words. I knew That was the last time I calmed your flames. My deep blue waters are void again. I wait at the lobby of your old apartment. Just to remember how it felt to drop you off. Riding in the rain seems a lot less fun. Walks in the park a lot less nice. And songs in the dark a lot less paradise. I love you gently, The only way I was allowed to. I really hope you don't read this poem. So we can stay goodbye. Knowing you, you'll have another one of your Gut feelings and just know I do. You're actually gone aren't you?

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Jun 9, 2025

Jun 9, 2025 at 3:06 PM UTC

Ricardo

Goodbye, for good this time.

She's flying away For good this time Fells like we only just met. You make heaven seem so dull With your beautiful laugh and tumeric juice. You were never mine to lose, Yet I lost you nun the less. Entangled forever, until the tides forget to pull us apart. You soundly touched my soul, And left no finger prints We said goodbye, I wished you well. You said It's just words. I knew That was the last time I calmed your flames. My deep blue waters are void again. I wait at the lobby of your old apartment. Just to remember how it felt to drop you off. Riding in the rain seems a lot less fun. Walks in the park a lot less nice. And songs in the dark a lot less paradise. I love you gently, The only way I was allowed to. I really hope you don't read this poem. So we can stay goodbye. Knowing you, you'll have another one of your Gut feelings and just know I do. You're actually gone aren't you?

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i am angry. i am sick. i am angry, and i am sick, and i am ******* tired. my body is rotting, my hands shake. but, i am Achilles. best of the Greeks, angry and righteous and terrible. i brought the pestilence to your home- it will **** your sheep. it will **** your flock, your herd, your crowd, your audience, mister. after it’s killed everyone else, it will come for you. it will taste like ginger. like tumeric. like sulfur burning your lungs. there will be nothing to shield you, no trust fund, no banks, no lying sons and daughters who feed only on your game. the disease will have killed them, it will be because of me. the sun is mad, it’s betrayed you. because of me. when you look at your empire for the last time, you will see me, burning and rotting and smiling.

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Feb 14, 2017

Feb 14, 2017 at 12:20 AM UTC

portlyn

pestilence

i am angry. i am sick. i am angry, and i am sick, and i am ******* tired. my body is rotting, my hands shake. but, i am Achilles. best of the Greeks, angry and righteous and terrible. i brought the pestilence to your home- it will **** your sheep. it will **** your flock, your herd, your crowd, your audience, mister. after it’s killed everyone else, it will come for you. it will taste like ginger. like tumeric. like sulfur burning your lungs. there will be nothing to shield you, no trust fund, no banks, no lying sons and daughters who feed only on your game. the disease will have killed them, it will be because of me. the sun is mad, it’s betrayed you. because of me. when you look at your empire for the last time, you will see me, burning and rotting and smiling.

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Eating alone and out of the pan soup again or - random produce The spoon falls in Here's whats included: Romano beans sun dried tomato celery with leaves red and purple pepper Spike, cumin, tumeric one small potato from Joe's garden Let it simmer.

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Sep 15, 2016

Sep 15, 2016 at 11:45 PM UTC

carole-e-slesnick

Random Food

Eating alone and out of the pan soup again or - random produce The spoon falls in Here's whats included: Romano beans sun dried tomato celery with leaves red and purple pepper Spike, cumin, tumeric one small potato from Joe's garden Let it simmer.

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