"unroot" poems - Hello Poetry

I live for nights like this, When nothing matters Except the rain that parades the ancient metal roof, Like nature's metronome, and it's begging. It's begging me to bring out my mildly neglected Gibson And unroot a pick from atop my dresser. My fingers can taste rust on the strings, And I like it. I live for nights like this, When I sit in my room and play lofty minor chords To my audience of no one. I love the scratchy pain in my throat After I sing for hours about absolutely nothing. The stereotypical teenage guitar player, Not doing their homework, not doing anything Besides putting their heart into 16 bars. I live for nights like this.

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Mar 12, 2013

Mar 12, 2013 at 10:43 PM UTC

peyton-smith

I Live For Nights Like This

I live for nights like this, When nothing matters Except the rain that parades the ancient metal roof, Like nature's metronome, and it's begging. It's begging me to bring out my mildly neglected Gibson And unroot a pick from atop my dresser. My fingers can taste rust on the strings, And I like it. I live for nights like this, When I sit in my room and play lofty minor chords To my audience of no one. I love the scratchy pain in my throat After I sing for hours about absolutely nothing. The stereotypical teenage guitar player, Not doing their homework, not doing anything Besides putting their heart into 16 bars. I live for nights like this.

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autumn wind shakes the dark clouds… a laugh bursts the rising mist catches my skin… warm fingers sound of rain on the roof… a tap dance on leaves… the thump they bring unroot silence water strips outside the window… puddles crackle fallen leaves float by and by… waving shadows wind and the rain… ticks everywhere rain drops blend moist air….. sweetness loud gasps from the skies… thunder lightning flashes a brief glimpse… thoughts © Malintha Perera 2014

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Oct 7, 2014

Oct 7, 2014 at 6:25 AM UTC

malintha-perera

Autumn Rain

autumn wind shakes the dark clouds… a laugh bursts the rising mist catches my skin… warm fingers sound of rain on the roof… a tap dance on leaves… the thump they bring unroot silence water strips outside the window… puddles crackle fallen leaves float by and by… waving shadows wind and the rain… ticks everywhere rain drops blend moist air….. sweetness loud gasps from the skies… thunder lightning flashes a brief glimpse… thoughts © Malintha Perera 2014

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take me taste me you are the body reset me satiate me you are the body. touch only fragments of the full picture nobody says the taste would betray me nobody says the heart is the first ***** to commit mutiny. stabbed, wrecked punctured, indented wilt the words so so my mouth isn’t responsible anymore. it cannot be held accountable for the vowels, unroot my language supplant love in favour of it like an opener I remember your laugh like a close.

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Oct 24, 2023

Oct 24, 2023 at 3:46 PM UTC

OskarA

endocrine

take me taste me you are the body reset me satiate me you are the body. touch only fragments of the full picture nobody says the taste would betray me nobody says the heart is the first ***** to commit mutiny. stabbed, wrecked punctured, indented wilt the words so so my mouth isn’t responsible anymore. it cannot be held accountable for the vowels, unroot my language supplant love in favour of it like an opener I remember your laugh like a close.

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Typing doesn't bring you back why? Why my words became bland white spaces: symbiotic thick black ink evaporeted; symbols extinguished by my horrid hope lost. Hands are wings of hope. Hope - I - too can capture your smile alive one-day. Words drift me - by myself cadence you - by yourself alone Each-one of us- a Poet Intertwined Please. . . Embrace my love, don't mix my mind! Why do you hide behind your made-up chaos? Fractals have a strange mystic impact on chaotic pulse within nlp beats & heart growing green-greeneeshee greenee-shy Grin songs of glasses Tambourine. Whipped white cream in the year of a woolen lambs - and I am not marry. Yet, I stand like an Isle unyielding, connected to my stubborn roots. Dignified is the highest peak of a mountain. Riding the clouds up there, you should see me screaming, my love to You whirled away. . . Barren land, wiped by the wild winds. rattling raindrops, ruby tears. Are you just an illusion? Are you a dream to be: Purple bushes breath. Red bushes breathe. Unroot them! Not! Vine of my heart gone. Tiny book in my palms - pages, passages of love found as a promise, My soul is moved. Picturesque poetry, miniature beauty. The World loved again. sea, pisces, sand Peaceful, Safe land.

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Jan 22, 2015

Jan 22, 2015 at 2:41 PM UTC

ImpeccableSpacePoetess

Green Sea Man

Typing doesn't bring you back why? Why my words became bland white spaces: symbiotic thick black ink evaporeted; symbols extinguished by my horrid hope lost. Hands are wings of hope. Hope - I - too can capture your smile alive one-day. Words drift me - by myself cadence you - by yourself alone Each-one of us- a Poet Intertwined Please. . . Embrace my love, don't mix my mind! Why do you hide behind your made-up chaos? Fractals have a strange mystic impact on chaotic pulse within nlp beats & heart growing green-greeneeshee greenee-shy Grin songs of glasses Tambourine. Whipped white cream in the year of a woolen lambs - and I am not marry. Yet, I stand like an Isle unyielding, connected to my stubborn roots. Dignified is the highest peak of a mountain. Riding the clouds up there, you should see me screaming, my love to You whirled away. . . Barren land, wiped by the wild winds. rattling raindrops, ruby tears. Are you just an illusion? Are you a dream to be: Purple bushes breath. Red bushes breathe. Unroot them! Not! Vine of my heart gone. Tiny book in my palms - pages, passages of love found as a promise, My soul is moved. Picturesque poetry, miniature beauty. The World loved again. sea, pisces, sand Peaceful, Safe land.

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Oh, the day I remember Of Cupid's victims I became a member I looked your way, and something was amiss I felt Aphrodite's sweet kiss. Your eyes did assume an inhuman spark Your visage, oh your visage to my heart did it hark Oh it pains my soul, my amor My heart pains even more. That you became the spark In another's life Oh your kiss did mark You as another's wife. I cursed my fate Cupid and Aphrodite, I did hate I was a man no more But a cast away husk that you would not adore. Yet my mind awakened My hatred lessened I saw thee in a new light Of the world's adoration you have every right. You a sweet flower, in a crowd of many such Yet only you bear Beauty's touch And I the wanderer see From a distance I admire thee I needn't unroot you from your station I am always there, away from your vision My sight blessed with your presence You are this sick soul's healing essence.

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Jun 5, 2018

Jun 5, 2018 at 5:42 PM UTC

WayRestSky

Compromise

Oh, the day I remember Of Cupid's victims I became a member I looked your way, and something was amiss I felt Aphrodite's sweet kiss. Your eyes did assume an inhuman spark Your visage, oh your visage to my heart did it hark Oh it pains my soul, my amor My heart pains even more. That you became the spark In another's life Oh your kiss did mark You as another's wife. I cursed my fate Cupid and Aphrodite, I did hate I was a man no more But a cast away husk that you would not adore. Yet my mind awakened My hatred lessened I saw thee in a new light Of the world's adoration you have every right. You a sweet flower, in a crowd of many such Yet only you bear Beauty's touch And I the wanderer see From a distance I admire thee I needn't unroot you from your station I am always there, away from your vision My sight blessed with your presence You are this sick soul's healing essence.

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