"wonts" poems - Hello Poetry

I shouldn't love you like this. I shouldn't remember the thoughts running through my head during our first kiss. But I do. I remember how nervous I was, but how I couldn't seem to pull away when you hugged me and kissed my neck. How cute it was when you laid your head in my lap and watched tv. Like it was normal. I won't become addicted to the feel of you. The way you try to kiss me when I'm mad. When your breaths become deeper and I hear the faintest moan when I know you're ready for me. I can't leave like this. It's only been 4 months and i wake up with my head in the clouds. And to some that's crazy, young, temporary, unreasonable, and a million other negative adjectives calling me stupid. But to me it's love because love is unexpected. You trade in the "I shouldnts" the "I wonts" the "I cants" for the we wills, the we shoulds and the we cans. I don't know if we ever will, if we'll ever be able to, if we'll ever get our chance. But I can't regret anything because you taught me that you find the most perfect things when you stop looking.

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Aug 20, 2012

Aug 20, 2012 at 12:13 AM UTC

alexandria-rae-mason

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I shouldn't love you like this. I shouldn't remember the thoughts running through my head during our first kiss. But I do. I remember how nervous I was, but how I couldn't seem to pull away when you hugged me and kissed my neck. How cute it was when you laid your head in my lap and watched tv. Like it was normal. I won't become addicted to the feel of you. The way you try to kiss me when I'm mad. When your breaths become deeper and I hear the faintest moan when I know you're ready for me. I can't leave like this. It's only been 4 months and i wake up with my head in the clouds. And to some that's crazy, young, temporary, unreasonable, and a million other negative adjectives calling me stupid. But to me it's love because love is unexpected. You trade in the "I shouldnts" the "I wonts" the "I cants" for the we wills, the we shoulds and the we cans. I don't know if we ever will, if we'll ever be able to, if we'll ever get our chance. But I can't regret anything because you taught me that you find the most perfect things when you stop looking.

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I've watched you countless nights and days. Don't know your name but seen your face. I've seen you cry and smile and laugh. You are the One, my better half. I know your likes your shoulds and wants. Your musts, your wonts, your oughts and donts. Your dreams and fears, your tears and hopes. Your ups and downs, your slippy slopes. I've heard you breathe, choke up and sigh. Listed the things that make you cry. I've watched you work, and rest and sleep. I've felt your pain like bones deep. To you I 'm not a that or this. I won't be a thing you'll ever miss. A mystery only is what I am. For you I'm none I'm just a ****

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May 10, 2020

May 10, 2020 at 10:02 AM UTC

adonis-yerasimou

The stalker.

I've watched you countless nights and days. Don't know your name but seen your face. I've seen you cry and smile and laugh. You are the One, my better half. I know your likes your shoulds and wants. Your musts, your wonts, your oughts and donts. Your dreams and fears, your tears and hopes. Your ups and downs, your slippy slopes. I've heard you breathe, choke up and sigh. Listed the things that make you cry. I've watched you work, and rest and sleep. I've felt your pain like bones deep. To you I 'm not a that or this. I won't be a thing you'll ever miss. A mystery only is what I am. For you I'm none I'm just a ****

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Angelic in stature, you're not a master, You're not my master. You're my equality spread like butter and jalapeño jam on a toast made to years of success. Don't forget. It's not what you wished for, It's not that you wished. The fact remains that wherever the current decides to line itself and hang wet clothing is a decision made by beautiful coincidence, So the legless can swim and the legged can spin in parking lot circles, it's the middle of the night and this is how you met her. Can I pull a fast one? Well you cant pull a slow one, you can only carry it. So yes, pull a fast one so the decision to put it behind you won't haunt me for the rest of life, Because I don't want to say I almost did it, I wanna say I did. I wanna say we loved each other madly in the corner of our parents lives so everyone left that part of the room undecorated, because the posters are ours. The fact remains that wherever you decided to footstep the Earth is a decision made by beautiful coincidence and the world is friendlier then it seems, there is no need to impose. Leave yourself to dry along the line set by the current, We can wait because eternity enjoys itself in fooling us, Shepherding the cants and wonts into oops I dids, we believe, we believe, we believe.

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Mar 27, 2013

Mar 27, 2013 at 6:07 PM UTC

tread

Asteric

Angelic in stature, you're not a master, You're not my master. You're my equality spread like butter and jalapeño jam on a toast made to years of success. Don't forget. It's not what you wished for, It's not that you wished. The fact remains that wherever the current decides to line itself and hang wet clothing is a decision made by beautiful coincidence, So the legless can swim and the legged can spin in parking lot circles, it's the middle of the night and this is how you met her. Can I pull a fast one? Well you cant pull a slow one, you can only carry it. So yes, pull a fast one so the decision to put it behind you won't haunt me for the rest of life, Because I don't want to say I almost did it, I wanna say I did. I wanna say we loved each other madly in the corner of our parents lives so everyone left that part of the room undecorated, because the posters are ours. The fact remains that wherever you decided to footstep the Earth is a decision made by beautiful coincidence and the world is friendlier then it seems, there is no need to impose. Leave yourself to dry along the line set by the current, We can wait because eternity enjoys itself in fooling us, Shepherding the cants and wonts into oops I dids, we believe, we believe, we believe.

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the thought seizes me awake, after a heart powered hour of sleep, rise in silent reverie, nary a peep, though my heart rate breeeches 150 miles per hour, each beat yesterday wrote of the eloquent sensibility of simplicity, its natural native appeal, and when I think of things that world needs most urgently which is, for poets a de rigeur activity, fyi, that more common than uncommon, sobelieve in my expertise, we need badly, another Hobbit movie pretty please! we need rallying after the tallying, we need fellowship among the species, a crossover inclusive of the animal kingdom, require fearless leaders who value selflessness over personal gain, less optimism rhetorical, and some plain honesty to give the world the equity of equality, what it wonts, and not what pro poli’s tell you think which slogans sell…well whent to the corner store, bot all kinds of fall colors of berries and tiny flowers, went all-in unreasonable on clot colossus seasonal,, oranges, yellows and quiet quilts of hardy little greens, bread, OJ, larger uncaged eggs a-dozing, and though my impossible orders all fulfilled, the boss,?her list defeated, by crossing off my abbreviated illegibility scribbling,, it was still insufficient for missing was this: *what the world needs a fresh Hobbit triumphal, where self~sacrifice always come first, and duty rightly prevails, over evil, always a close call, and the chill of fall, the dint of wint- er is warmed away by love, justice for all, besting every close call, and for a replay of the World Series where them Yankee underdogs emerge victorious and the city lifts its chin, and says OK to the new day, week, and that extra hour of…mmm… daylight sleep* call me naive, it is an honorific terrific, great fully accepted

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Nov 3, 2024

Nov 3, 2024 at 10:02 AM UTC

nat-lipstadt

What the world needs now is...another Hobbit movie

the thought seizes me awake, after a heart powered hour of sleep, rise in silent reverie, nary a peep, though my heart rate breeeches 150 miles per hour, each beat yesterday wrote of the eloquent sensibility of simplicity, its natural native appeal, and when I think of things that world needs most urgently which is, for poets a de rigeur activity, fyi, that more common than uncommon, sobelieve in my expertise, we need badly, another Hobbit movie pretty please! we need rallying after the tallying, we need fellowship among the species, a crossover inclusive of the animal kingdom, require fearless leaders who value selflessness over personal gain, less optimism rhetorical, and some plain honesty to give the world the equity of equality, what it wonts, and not what pro poli’s tell you think which slogans sell…well whent to the corner store, bot all kinds of fall colors of berries and tiny flowers, went all-in unreasonable on clot colossus seasonal,, oranges, yellows and quiet quilts of hardy little greens, bread, OJ, larger uncaged eggs a-dozing, and though my impossible orders all fulfilled, the boss,?her list defeated, by crossing off my abbreviated illegibility scribbling,, it was still insufficient for missing was this: *what the world needs a fresh Hobbit triumphal, where self~sacrifice always come first, and duty rightly prevails, over evil, always a close call, and the chill of fall, the dint of wint- er is warmed away by love, justice for all, besting every close call, and for a replay of the World Series where them Yankee underdogs emerge victorious and the city lifts its chin, and says OK to the new day, week, and that extra hour of…mmm… daylight sleep* call me naive, it is an honorific terrific, great fully accepted

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Don’t tell me you’ve never had an overwhelming urge to reach out and touch a baby I want to stir up a young child’s fantasy right now so swell up in my heart this overwrought emotion to see a little Ivory or Avery running around matching up Velcro smiley faces with his current disposition and not have to call mother and home and tell her how naughty he’s been. Hopefully she cares, I sure would. Baby Misha, I’d call her. and we’d stroll down the banks of the river the nearest river we’d stroll. I love you so much and not just because Nature forces me to. Nature forces women to have babies but I still want to produce. The ultimate work of art, I’d joke. The penultimate prize, my arrow I’d shoot out of my womb and let it fly, unencumbered by my wants and wonts. Ha ha, that’s so funny. I’d nurture the hell right out of my child. No phone! No i-phone! No phone until seventh grade. But mama, she’d say. But mama, But mama, But mama, But what? You are better off. You’ll understand when you’re a mother, and that’s me functioning with the assumption that baby Misha wants to be a mother. She’ll feel the same things I’ll feel because we have the same blood maybe not the same blood type, she may be positive, I may be negative but one day we’ll dance like my mother and I danced and I’ll cry like my mother cries and say I’ll miss you but I want you to be free. But mama. But what?

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Mar 22, 2015

Mar 22, 2015 at 12:05 PM UTC

madeleine-toerne

Influence

Don’t tell me you’ve never had an overwhelming urge to reach out and touch a baby I want to stir up a young child’s fantasy right now so swell up in my heart this overwrought emotion to see a little Ivory or Avery running around matching up Velcro smiley faces with his current disposition and not have to call mother and home and tell her how naughty he’s been. Hopefully she cares, I sure would. Baby Misha, I’d call her. and we’d stroll down the banks of the river the nearest river we’d stroll. I love you so much and not just because Nature forces me to. Nature forces women to have babies but I still want to produce. The ultimate work of art, I’d joke. The penultimate prize, my arrow I’d shoot out of my womb and let it fly, unencumbered by my wants and wonts. Ha ha, that’s so funny. I’d nurture the hell right out of my child. No phone! No i-phone! No phone until seventh grade. But mama, she’d say. But mama, But mama, But mama, But what? You are better off. You’ll understand when you’re a mother, and that’s me functioning with the assumption that baby Misha wants to be a mother. She’ll feel the same things I’ll feel because we have the same blood maybe not the same blood type, she may be positive, I may be negative but one day we’ll dance like my mother and I danced and I’ll cry like my mother cries and say I’ll miss you but I want you to be free. But mama. But what?

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Splashing water upon my face in the early morning’s rise, A mirror’s espy laps into gaze. Gurgling down the drain, spent cleaning and awakenings Left me not wise, but shortly exposed. Looking into the mirror, Reflective wonts return the perceived, I just, just supposed. Now awakened flesh and soul (eclispe) bright heart trumps dark hope, Thoughts transformed into welkin roar. Furnaced lit splendor raze sullen dreams and blacken thoughts sunder lope light’s birth disclosed. Beaming from the mirror, the torch igniting the sleepy, Now dawn light transposed. Towel freeing face-flung water Cotton flailing clouds not veiled lifted faith emancipated by kind hopes so longingly gleaned. Morning struck its anvil - Awake! A morning’s blessing not failed, and soundly reposed Soft cloth quells the torch, mirror signing a start Night rightly interposed.

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Feb 24, 2017

Feb 24, 2017 at 7:50 PM UTC

Skip

Washing My Face

Splashing water upon my face in the early morning’s rise, A mirror’s espy laps into gaze. Gurgling down the drain, spent cleaning and awakenings Left me not wise, but shortly exposed. Looking into the mirror, Reflective wonts return the perceived, I just, just supposed. Now awakened flesh and soul (eclispe) bright heart trumps dark hope, Thoughts transformed into welkin roar. Furnaced lit splendor raze sullen dreams and blacken thoughts sunder lope light’s birth disclosed. Beaming from the mirror, the torch igniting the sleepy, Now dawn light transposed. Towel freeing face-flung water Cotton flailing clouds not veiled lifted faith emancipated by kind hopes so longingly gleaned. Morning struck its anvil - Awake! A morning’s blessing not failed, and soundly reposed Soft cloth quells the torch, mirror signing a start Night rightly interposed.

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Time goes by How long have I been here? The thoughts strikes me Will I see anyone again, will I see you? Maybe, maybe not Then I see light under the door I see the door being unlocked It's you You have saved me wonts more

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Feb 6, 2016

Feb 6, 2016 at 7:37 AM UTC

charlotte-johnsonx7

The saver

Time goes by How long have I been here? The thoughts strikes me Will I see anyone again, will I see you? Maybe, maybe not Then I see light under the door I see the door being unlocked It's you You have saved me wonts more

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