"twogether" poems - Hello Poetry

The sun in the sky shines like a crystal in your eye The smile on your face curves like the waves along the beach You have colored me with red Beautiful moments that we have spent are too many for me to count Every time I turn around another one is found There are as many grains of sand along the shores of our delight As there are sparks that lead the way Through every dark and starry night Our imprint is golden and the universe is holding on to us As I am holding onto you and you are holding onto me Inside what believing beyond could always mean Drifting and swimming in this lovelight solstice spectacle Of what twogether can be... © tHE tERRY tREE

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Dec 22, 2014

Dec 22, 2014 at 2:23 PM UTC

terry-tree

Twogether

The sun in the sky shines like a crystal in your eye The smile on your face curves like the waves along the beach You have colored me with red Beautiful moments that we have spent are too many for me to count Every time I turn around another one is found There are as many grains of sand along the shores of our delight As there are sparks that lead the way Through every dark and starry night Our imprint is golden and the universe is holding on to us As I am holding onto you and you are holding onto me Inside what believing beyond could always mean Drifting and swimming in this lovelight solstice spectacle Of what twogether can be... © tHE tERRY tREE

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our hips fit, our hands entwine, fingers unlockable, laughing twogether, “mighty fine” she’s wearing the Levi’s, I’m wearing the Strauss, and it looks like we been stitched together her hand slides easy in, to my back pocket, smiling she announces, we like, fit, like a wedding announcement, we fit like, like an old country song we see a movie with our crew, lights go up, everybody loved it, she secretly, her nose wrinkly wrinkles, one too long car chase, my eyes are grinning from corner to corner, knowing she’s knowing i’m all in, full in her with agreement total they took us to a tailor, suits we required, made to measure, fit as perfect, as perfect we be, as perfect as we were, matching customized, white shirts, black tie, shiny black shoes, for matching caskets, everyone saying we just fit together, even now, crying ‘so long,’ for so long, see you guys so soon, you two fit, like an old country song, one that everyone knows, all the words.

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Jun 25, 2020

Jun 25, 2020 at 2:15 AM UTC

city-of-flips

that old country song that everyone knows all the words

our hips fit, our hands entwine, fingers unlockable, laughing twogether, “mighty fine” she’s wearing the Levi’s, I’m wearing the Strauss, and it looks like we been stitched together her hand slides easy in, to my back pocket, smiling she announces, we like, fit, like a wedding announcement, we fit like, like an old country song we see a movie with our crew, lights go up, everybody loved it, she secretly, her nose wrinkly wrinkles, one too long car chase, my eyes are grinning from corner to corner, knowing she’s knowing i’m all in, full in her with agreement total they took us to a tailor, suits we required, made to measure, fit as perfect, as perfect we be, as perfect as we were, matching customized, white shirts, black tie, shiny black shoes, for matching caskets, everyone saying we just fit together, even now, crying ‘so long,’ for so long, see you guys so soon, you two fit, like an old country song, one that everyone knows, all the words.

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Sometimes the silly things, the little things, get my attention, get my wonder, no it is not, the big things that, only build tension, it may be a break in the weather, which has not happened yet. Sometimes the random things, natural things, that let me rest, that do not matter, no it is not, the hard things of life that only test, it may be a black squirrel, taunting another, "go ahead jump, make it!" Sometimes the things people do, or what they share carefully, show that love, no not just for me but for all, who only dare vulnerability, it may be honest expression or an emotional trigger or time spent. It is you I want to spend time with, no clock hands, Only you, only. Twogether.

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May 13, 2013

May 13, 2013 at 12:16 AM UTC

darrell-wade-elverum

Only

Sometimes the silly things, the little things, get my attention, get my wonder, no it is not, the big things that, only build tension, it may be a break in the weather, which has not happened yet. Sometimes the random things, natural things, that let me rest, that do not matter, no it is not, the hard things of life that only test, it may be a black squirrel, taunting another, "go ahead jump, make it!" Sometimes the things people do, or what they share carefully, show that love, no not just for me but for all, who only dare vulnerability, it may be honest expression or an emotional trigger or time spent. It is you I want to spend time with, no clock hands, Only you, only. Twogether.

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atuned to the true, you be, you are, she writes to me attuned requires two t’s, at least, so say the dictionaries USA, perhaps the English ones, more economical truth, likened to a tuning fork, with its very own doubling t’s, two prongs a necessity, they must perforce perform, together twogether, vibrating in a more perfect union of unison one for you, one for me, if-for-why the tonal secrets be heard truthfully to work properly the tuning fork must have a balanced motion, where what is true resonates exactly, the same for you as it is for me can one have two dissimilar truths? I love you. I love you not. alas, there are no t’s in love, and too oft no real truths, but perhaps, one and one only truth in truth, is its first cousin cousine, fanTasy a perchance to dream... 4:49am Friday started April 12, 2019; 3:4am Thursday completed July 4th 2019 The Continental USA natalino

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Jul 4, 2019

Jul 4, 2019 at 7:03 AM UTC

nat-lipstadt

atuned to the true

atuned to the true, you be, you are, she writes to me attuned requires two t’s, at least, so say the dictionaries USA, perhaps the English ones, more economical truth, likened to a tuning fork, with its very own doubling t’s, two prongs a necessity, they must perforce perform, together twogether, vibrating in a more perfect union of unison one for you, one for me, if-for-why the tonal secrets be heard truthfully to work properly the tuning fork must have a balanced motion, where what is true resonates exactly, the same for you as it is for me can one have two dissimilar truths? I love you. I love you not. alas, there are no t’s in love, and too oft no real truths, but perhaps, one and one only truth in truth, is its first cousin cousine, fanTasy a perchance to dream... 4:49am Friday started April 12, 2019; 3:4am Thursday completed July 4th 2019 The Continental USA natalino

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plumage, veneer and levity my new near and dear ones, new to this fold of postage of poets flaunting plumage and veneer, do declare, now and in the hereafter: I, a soul of brevity, swear death to longevity, all that I shall you provide, is brevity, briefly eyeful with a side-order of fulsome amounts of witticisms of levi levity, so we may enjoy our ride, twogether, short, sweet unto complete

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Jul 26, 2020

Jul 26, 2020 at 7:43 AM UTC

soulbrevity-100-1

First Poem: Plumage, Veneer and Levity

plumage, veneer and levity my new near and dear ones, new to this fold of postage of poets flaunting plumage and veneer, do declare, now and in the hereafter: I, a soul of brevity, swear death to longevity, all that I shall you provide, is brevity, briefly eyeful with a side-order of fulsome amounts of witticisms of levi levity, so we may enjoy our ride, twogether, short, sweet unto complete

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I sleep with girls in my dreams And let roll-over chuckles make our pillows In that we share Twogether. We rumble over envy And forget the shores of doubt You, me, her, I, we Are something more than wind We adventure And do so in each other, mostly People ask me why I grin in the morning Waking from a story written by me.

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May 2, 2016

May 2, 2016 at 5:30 AM UTC

Porto-graffiti

Dreams

I sleep with girls in my dreams And let roll-over chuckles make our pillows In that we share Twogether. We rumble over envy And forget the shores of doubt You, me, her, I, we Are something more than wind We adventure And do so in each other, mostly People ask me why I grin in the morning Waking from a story written by me.

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