"vacationed" poems - Hello Poetry

When I was little The township we called home was the centre of my world Our mud and zinc house was a Palace My father it’s King And we were his little princesses My mother was just my mother She wasn’t regal enough to be a queen When I was little We vacationed at centre of the universe Nevermind that my grandparents farm lacked running water or electricity And stood at the bottom of the valley Surrounded on all sides by majestic hills In comparison, it was just a stepping stone to the heavens Even so, it was my heaven When I was little I looked to the heavens and I saw God He wore a threadbare, leathery moonless night sky for skin And had a cloudy facade with fallen stars for eyes But when My God smiled Sunlight shone through the cracks And we all wanted to busk in his radiance When I was little My grandfather seemed a God On cold winter nights, huddled around the fireplace Stories of youthful escapades and adventures in the big city Spilled from his ambrosia loosened lips Mesmerised by this linguistic wizardry We hung onto every word as he switched from English to Afrikaans to Sesotho to Xhosa and back When I was little I was happiest lying in the sun But than I grew up and the shadows were more inviting Kingdoms fell and Gods became mere mortals When I was little The women in my family were merely extras to their male leads But as I grew up they evolved into pillars Holding up the roof their male counterparts have left to disrepair

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Nov 17, 2018

Nov 17, 2018 at 12:41 PM UTC

Zig1

When I was little

When I was little The township we called home was the centre of my world Our mud and zinc house was a Palace My father it’s King And we were his little princesses My mother was just my mother She wasn’t regal enough to be a queen When I was little We vacationed at centre of the universe Nevermind that my grandparents farm lacked running water or electricity And stood at the bottom of the valley Surrounded on all sides by majestic hills In comparison, it was just a stepping stone to the heavens Even so, it was my heaven When I was little I looked to the heavens and I saw God He wore a threadbare, leathery moonless night sky for skin And had a cloudy facade with fallen stars for eyes But when My God smiled Sunlight shone through the cracks And we all wanted to busk in his radiance When I was little My grandfather seemed a God On cold winter nights, huddled around the fireplace Stories of youthful escapades and adventures in the big city Spilled from his ambrosia loosened lips Mesmerised by this linguistic wizardry We hung onto every word as he switched from English to Afrikaans to Sesotho to Xhosa and back When I was little I was happiest lying in the sun But than I grew up and the shadows were more inviting Kingdoms fell and Gods became mere mortals When I was little The women in my family were merely extras to their male leads But as I grew up they evolved into pillars Holding up the roof their male counterparts have left to disrepair

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There are guys who wed girls There are straight folks and gays. There are those who like single life too. A fellow in England once wed his T.V. I’ve known women in love with their shoes. But the strangest relationship I ever heard tell Was the woman who married herself. She’d waited for years For “Mister Right” to appear and was tired up there on the shelf. So she strolled down the Aisle With a confident smile (There was no need to give her away) She composed her own vows which drew much raves and wows. While Justin Timberlake’s “Mirrors” song played. She thought” who needs a spouse, They just mess up your house. So she bought a ******** instead She vacationed in France Where no one looks askance And took “Battery Bob’ to her bed” Love is Love. I have heard But this bond is absurd. You know very well how this ends. An expensive divorce in a year I forecast But the Bride and the “Groom” will stay friends.

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Jan 5, 2014

Jan 5, 2014 at 5:19 PM UTC

john-f-mccullagh

The Woman who married herself

There are guys who wed girls There are straight folks and gays. There are those who like single life too. A fellow in England once wed his T.V. I’ve known women in love with their shoes. But the strangest relationship I ever heard tell Was the woman who married herself. She’d waited for years For “Mister Right” to appear and was tired up there on the shelf. So she strolled down the Aisle With a confident smile (There was no need to give her away) She composed her own vows which drew much raves and wows. While Justin Timberlake’s “Mirrors” song played. She thought” who needs a spouse, They just mess up your house. So she bought a ******** instead She vacationed in France Where no one looks askance And took “Battery Bob’ to her bed” Love is Love. I have heard But this bond is absurd. You know very well how this ends. An expensive divorce in a year I forecast But the Bride and the “Groom” will stay friends.

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<quote> Though we vacationed in a castle, though I rode you hard one morning to the hum of bees that buggered lavender, and later ... <quote />

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Jul 9, 2015

Jul 9, 2015 at 1:32 PM UTC

jojo-nguyen

Souvenir by Beth Ann Fennelly

<quote> Though we vacationed in a castle, though I rode you hard one morning to the hum of bees that buggered lavender, and later ... <quote />

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The world we created together is gone. The world of civil wars and his and hers. The world we created together with the spark of kiss and the endless night. We were freer than the birds and as tall as the lions, But we both knew the vacation could only last for so long… Stories of lost shoes and parking lots, train tracks and beaches, now fall on silent ears, Absorb into the grassy hills and frothy shores of our failed relationship. Songs were never sung and maps became useless Without explorers to search them. I packed my bags, you bought your ticket and we both kissed our world goodbye. You locked the gates I barred the windows, And we both began the long journey home. We left our world to become a ghost town, forever harboring the secrets of the summer we spent there. I grew up and you moved on, while meanwhile the world we loved worsened. What once was thriving and vibrant, Is now abandoned completely, Left to rot away and fall apart. Never to be vacationed to again. We will never again explore its shores or lie in its fields. We will never rest in its shade or swim with the tide. I won’t enjoy its childish dreams or take comfort from its moon. You’ll forget how those yellow fireflies and red tents transformed you into a little boy, And the colorful soft streams demanded your love.

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Dec 4, 2012

Dec 4, 2012 at 11:03 PM UTC

francesca-2

Our World

The world we created together is gone. The world of civil wars and his and hers. The world we created together with the spark of kiss and the endless night. We were freer than the birds and as tall as the lions, But we both knew the vacation could only last for so long… Stories of lost shoes and parking lots, train tracks and beaches, now fall on silent ears, Absorb into the grassy hills and frothy shores of our failed relationship. Songs were never sung and maps became useless Without explorers to search them. I packed my bags, you bought your ticket and we both kissed our world goodbye. You locked the gates I barred the windows, And we both began the long journey home. We left our world to become a ghost town, forever harboring the secrets of the summer we spent there. I grew up and you moved on, while meanwhile the world we loved worsened. What once was thriving and vibrant, Is now abandoned completely, Left to rot away and fall apart. Never to be vacationed to again. We will never again explore its shores or lie in its fields. We will never rest in its shade or swim with the tide. I won’t enjoy its childish dreams or take comfort from its moon. You’ll forget how those yellow fireflies and red tents transformed you into a little boy, And the colorful soft streams demanded your love.

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I was born under the earth in the eye of a blizzard, stormy from the first. I took my first step off the edge of a rabbit hole and my next underwater. I spoke first in melodies, finding the average tongue a little too heavy. I breathed through flower petals, filtering the toxins of being human. I made friends with the firelight that kept me and the shadows awake. I watched soft skin of beating hearts hide under layers of organs, lonely. I saved my fingerprints each time they fell off, to collect the marks of me. I climbed pebbles to help them hope they could one day be mountains. I screamed at the sky to see if it ever let itself be free to scream back. I toppled ice cream sodas for their reign need make way for push-pops. I slept in tide pools, giving my luminescent skin as a starfish nightlight. I danced in the darkness of caves, making friends with bats over men. I soared through bedrock, so the lava monsters had an ally with eyes. I feared every twitch of life before me, but observed in stoic fascination. I turned into a humming black bird to meet the leaves giraffes eat. I wished on shooting satellites, because stars had enough burdens. I dreamed of otherwheres, of thistle branches with tiger lily eyes. I vacationed with fireflies when the moonlight asked me to care for them. I wandered the world as a written ghost, hiding behind trees until I say: I am.

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Apr 26, 2017

Apr 26, 2017 at 9:17 AM UTC

grace-7

I Was...

I was born under the earth in the eye of a blizzard, stormy from the first. I took my first step off the edge of a rabbit hole and my next underwater. I spoke first in melodies, finding the average tongue a little too heavy. I breathed through flower petals, filtering the toxins of being human. I made friends with the firelight that kept me and the shadows awake. I watched soft skin of beating hearts hide under layers of organs, lonely. I saved my fingerprints each time they fell off, to collect the marks of me. I climbed pebbles to help them hope they could one day be mountains. I screamed at the sky to see if it ever let itself be free to scream back. I toppled ice cream sodas for their reign need make way for push-pops. I slept in tide pools, giving my luminescent skin as a starfish nightlight. I danced in the darkness of caves, making friends with bats over men. I soared through bedrock, so the lava monsters had an ally with eyes. I feared every twitch of life before me, but observed in stoic fascination. I turned into a humming black bird to meet the leaves giraffes eat. I wished on shooting satellites, because stars had enough burdens. I dreamed of otherwheres, of thistle branches with tiger lily eyes. I vacationed with fireflies when the moonlight asked me to care for them. I wandered the world as a written ghost, hiding behind trees until I say: I am.

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My fingers brush over the piano keys, Over the top, Along the side, I breathe, Looking around the room, I can't help but think: *I know this place, I know this feeling, I know this house, This is home. That little back bedroom used to be a fortress, The prince always came right to the door, My barbies vacationed in that bathroom down the hall, My sister and I used to play until the water went cold in the tub, My mom cooked many Christmas dinners in that kitchen, I used to watch her all the time. I don't know when it happened, My siblings got older, My parents divorced, Everyone left, And I.. I just want to go home.*

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Jan 6, 2013

Jan 6, 2013 at 12:44 AM UTC

r-a-sanders

Home.

My fingers brush over the piano keys, Over the top, Along the side, I breathe, Looking around the room, I can't help but think: *I know this place, I know this feeling, I know this house, This is home. That little back bedroom used to be a fortress, The prince always came right to the door, My barbies vacationed in that bathroom down the hall, My sister and I used to play until the water went cold in the tub, My mom cooked many Christmas dinners in that kitchen, I used to watch her all the time. I don't know when it happened, My siblings got older, My parents divorced, Everyone left, And I.. I just want to go home.*

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Every once in a while I get this feeling in my gut so vile that it throws me down in a rut because I don't know why my body still cries about it When you were the monster that dragged me down to suicide, my "selfish crime", the **** I just wanted someone to understand, but all I got was "friends" throwing hands and kicking me out, coughing up sand, I couldn't hydrate in that drought, so I escaped and went south.. vacationed for a while by putting things in my mouth, the one part of my body you don't linger on anymore, guess "when it rains it pours" cause I can't seem to recover from this storm Don't know if I should talk to you, tired of thinking "maybe he misses me too"

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Jun 20, 2015

Jun 20, 2015 at 3:19 PM UTC

georgia-curtis

nothing relevant

Every once in a while I get this feeling in my gut so vile that it throws me down in a rut because I don't know why my body still cries about it When you were the monster that dragged me down to suicide, my "selfish crime", the **** I just wanted someone to understand, but all I got was "friends" throwing hands and kicking me out, coughing up sand, I couldn't hydrate in that drought, so I escaped and went south.. vacationed for a while by putting things in my mouth, the one part of my body you don't linger on anymore, guess "when it rains it pours" cause I can't seem to recover from this storm Don't know if I should talk to you, tired of thinking "maybe he misses me too"

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i need new boots these are just too worn out scuffed up the sole is cracked the leather beaten... but **** i love these boots we've been through a lot... i've worked in 'em partied in 'em vacationed with 'em kissed hugged kicked off and ******* with 'em nah i'll hold onto 'em for awhile these babies carry way more than my feet.

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May 13, 2015

May 13, 2015 at 7:56 PM UTC

susanjj

the comfort on an old shoe

i need new boots these are just too worn out scuffed up the sole is cracked the leather beaten... but **** i love these boots we've been through a lot... i've worked in 'em partied in 'em vacationed with 'em kissed hugged kicked off and ******* with 'em nah i'll hold onto 'em for awhile these babies carry way more than my feet.

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