"unshuttered" poems - Hello Poetry

he made me stand still that was THE thing not adrift on passé or futuristic projectings not jumping rope on hyped-up think strings all of me paused to feel all of him every inner switch flicked on forever KC lights streaming yepyepyep wired spinefire warming its way to burst through skin invisible firecrackers jumpstarting the air revolt from suffocating we were whereverthefuck together (+ think we dropped pins in) all molecules at ATTN his lip blueprints existing eternal in my synaptic tracks beyond the say breathes the evermore of listen eardrum heartstrum empathic rhythm his brainfire ringing my threshold doorbells syntactic turrets spitting direct hits beyond ramparts into unshuttered windows bizarro blurbs wrap me uppers 10,000 suction cup tentacles asphyxiating the cloak of me skinning and bonding me to particles of matterthings self-conscious and judgment marked absent we resounded here! but no hands in the air to Be seen sensory nonsense pitterpatters into where All is found lost to hallowed delights except for the realies don't ******** that **** it's my cryptonite

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Jan 28, 2017

Jan 28, 2017 at 5:50 PM UTC

everlastingcherry

rearwho

he made me stand still that was THE thing not adrift on passé or futuristic projectings not jumping rope on hyped-up think strings all of me paused to feel all of him every inner switch flicked on forever KC lights streaming yepyepyep wired spinefire warming its way to burst through skin invisible firecrackers jumpstarting the air revolt from suffocating we were whereverthefuck together (+ think we dropped pins in) all molecules at ATTN his lip blueprints existing eternal in my synaptic tracks beyond the say breathes the evermore of listen eardrum heartstrum empathic rhythm his brainfire ringing my threshold doorbells syntactic turrets spitting direct hits beyond ramparts into unshuttered windows bizarro blurbs wrap me uppers 10,000 suction cup tentacles asphyxiating the cloak of me skinning and bonding me to particles of matterthings self-conscious and judgment marked absent we resounded here! but no hands in the air to Be seen sensory nonsense pitterpatters into where All is found lost to hallowed delights except for the realies don't ******** that **** it's my cryptonite

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I saw you walk to me, across the Place Bellecour, and I smiled. The shuttered windows and my unshuttered expression told you that it wasn’t the time for this, but the recessed windows on the grey roofs and the off-white brick told me it was. I saw you walk to me, across the Place Bellecour, and I smiled. The spires of the distant churches and the unbroken line of sight called to you that we better hurry on, but the lines of windows (like members of an audience) shouted at me to kiss you. I saw you walk to me, across the Place Bellecour, and I smiled. A deep blue surreal sky and the whisper of a floating white cloud shouted to you to say yes, and the white cloud of up and above cheered me on, evermore, to Paris and to Lyon.

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Jun 30, 2013

Jun 30, 2013 at 7:44 PM UTC

jpl

Once upon a Place Bellecour

I saw you walk to me, across the Place Bellecour, and I smiled. The shuttered windows and my unshuttered expression told you that it wasn’t the time for this, but the recessed windows on the grey roofs and the off-white brick told me it was. I saw you walk to me, across the Place Bellecour, and I smiled. The spires of the distant churches and the unbroken line of sight called to you that we better hurry on, but the lines of windows (like members of an audience) shouted at me to kiss you. I saw you walk to me, across the Place Bellecour, and I smiled. A deep blue surreal sky and the whisper of a floating white cloud shouted to you to say yes, and the white cloud of up and above cheered me on, evermore, to Paris and to Lyon.

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Art should be disturbing to the comfortable A comfort to the disturbed A shape of two being one The creator casting one half The eye of the beholder creates the other Unified into a single shape with infinite dimensions Shining like a diamond The shape of as heart Windowed soul Unshuttered and unfettered A pouring of everything Filling of empty spaces The gap between the ribcages The pain behind the faces Unmasked, raw, refined, precise, agonizing Hopeful and despairing That is what art should be Art is nothing more than that Create beauty

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Sep 20, 2019

Sep 20, 2019 at 3:43 PM UTC

jack-jenkins

The Heart of Art

Art should be disturbing to the comfortable A comfort to the disturbed A shape of two being one The creator casting one half The eye of the beholder creates the other Unified into a single shape with infinite dimensions Shining like a diamond The shape of as heart Windowed soul Unshuttered and unfettered A pouring of everything Filling of empty spaces The gap between the ribcages The pain behind the faces Unmasked, raw, refined, precise, agonizing Hopeful and despairing That is what art should be Art is nothing more than that Create beauty

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Away into the future in days we don’t know Lived a girl with her dear mother’s wife And abandoned traditions of decades ago Made no impact on their joinéd life The profane was normal and it was expected That gender give no weight to love And long dead protesters long since had defected Though they lose peace long sought from above But this girl was among those chagrined by their fate Doomed to carouse in shades of grey For no matter the forward evolution’ry prate This upon her good conscience would weigh: She cared not for caresses of sexes together But feigned the feeling for fear of misuse Resignéd to normalcy’s smothering tether For her one-sided view was to others obtuse They did not comprehend that her dead eyes did gaze Upon silhouette man for whom her slow heart beat And sat quietly she for a number of days With contemplative question, enamor discreet ‘Till her lips formed the answer with truth late in coming With sentences all but forbidden Breaking the chains of society’s numbing Sympathies quoted unhinged, unhidden A love once forbidden by color of skin A love once forsaken for money or pleasure No more to be bound by the horror of sin She opened to her mouth to declare without measure: Affection is lessened by norm that encumbers To love someone mirroring their ways with thine It may disgrace you that I do not count in your numbers I’m in love with a differing gender from mine And lo that day not a jest was utter’d To the maiden now soaring with spirit unshuttered.

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Mar 27, 2015

Mar 27, 2015 at 1:54 PM UTC

snarkysparkles

A Ballad.

Away into the future in days we don’t know Lived a girl with her dear mother’s wife And abandoned traditions of decades ago Made no impact on their joinéd life The profane was normal and it was expected That gender give no weight to love And long dead protesters long since had defected Though they lose peace long sought from above But this girl was among those chagrined by their fate Doomed to carouse in shades of grey For no matter the forward evolution’ry prate This upon her good conscience would weigh: She cared not for caresses of sexes together But feigned the feeling for fear of misuse Resignéd to normalcy’s smothering tether For her one-sided view was to others obtuse They did not comprehend that her dead eyes did gaze Upon silhouette man for whom her slow heart beat And sat quietly she for a number of days With contemplative question, enamor discreet ‘Till her lips formed the answer with truth late in coming With sentences all but forbidden Breaking the chains of society’s numbing Sympathies quoted unhinged, unhidden A love once forbidden by color of skin A love once forsaken for money or pleasure No more to be bound by the horror of sin She opened to her mouth to declare without measure: Affection is lessened by norm that encumbers To love someone mirroring their ways with thine It may disgrace you that I do not count in your numbers I’m in love with a differing gender from mine And lo that day not a jest was utter’d To the maiden now soaring with spirit unshuttered.

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She awoke,tired and extinguished Her mouth tasted as if she has been licking stone As she touched her lips they were swollen and painful Sometimes,the visions took such a toll on her body she felt as if she could not go on. As she stood in a shaft of moonlight from the unshuttered windows She knew there would be no sleep again this night..

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May 18, 2016

May 18, 2016 at 10:11 PM UTC

MartinRMajercak

Insomniac

She awoke,tired and extinguished Her mouth tasted as if she has been licking stone As she touched her lips they were swollen and painful Sometimes,the visions took such a toll on her body she felt as if she could not go on. As she stood in a shaft of moonlight from the unshuttered windows She knew there would be no sleep again this night..

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