yelluw_always
Poem Published
8th Feb 2019 5:52am
8th Feb 2019 5:52am
the ol' factory
you smell like maple syrup
is an accusation
these vermont people
better keep it to themselves
sticking to the fingertips
all day like you were
all these always days days
reminding that sap
was impossible that love
meant compromise
a primrose could hardly scoot
over for the honeysuckle during
the tour in Grasse, France a boy
& a girl squished their noses & morphed
into vases that carry the future
as long as they can before tomorrow
& momentarily...
is an accusation
these vermont people
better keep it to themselves
sticking to the fingertips
all day like you were
all these always days days
reminding that sap
was impossible that love
meant compromise
a primrose could hardly scoot
over for the honeysuckle during
the tour in Grasse, France a boy
& a girl squished their noses & morphed
into vases that carry the future
as long as they can before tomorrow
& momentarily...
#relationships
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Thor_Azine
Poem Published
1st May 2024 12:26pm
1st May 2024 12:26pm
Peace and Other Myths
The tedious interactions of men
happy idiots that would use their last
breath to inflate their egos, walking about
like retarded roosters with their chest
puffed out
I laughingly remember being that way
sleeping through childhood, looking up to
monsters, beaten by assholes and pondering
a thousand ways I would kill them
that's high school for you
Blades and bullets would be my salvation
waking me to the reality of death, the warm
trickle of blood, and the spiritualism of combat
the art of war my teacher, I graduated ...
happy idiots that would use their last
breath to inflate their egos, walking about
like retarded roosters with their chest
puffed out
I laughingly remember being that way
sleeping through childhood, looking up to
monsters, beaten by assholes and pondering
a thousand ways I would kill them
that's high school for you
Blades and bullets would be my salvation
waking me to the reality of death, the warm
trickle of blood, and the spiritualism of combat
the art of war my teacher, I graduated ...
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeStruggles
#relationships
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
20th Jan 2019 6:19pm
20th Jan 2019 6:19pm
the im-properties of glass
liquid of fire
badly made
wavy eyes
bubbled trees
the weepy willow
made it worse
we make it so clear
modern
times these
you could walk
right through
glass
but
these lips
these hands
indicate otherwise
wisely kept-
out
these
heart-breakers
kiss
simply
and touch
a question
everywhere
there are pains
with pressed ohs
and side-
eyed vees
high fives
the police can’t
identify
printed handfuls ...
badly made
wavy eyes
bubbled trees
the weepy willow
made it worse
we make it so clear
modern
times these
you could walk
right through
glass
but
these lips
these hands
indicate otherwise
wisely kept-
out
these
heart-breakers
kiss
simply
and touch
a question
everywhere
there are pains
with pressed ohs
and side-
eyed vees
high fives
the police can’t
identify
printed handfuls ...
#relationships
#conflict
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1 Comment
Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
10th Mar 2021 8:56pm
10th Mar 2021 8:56pm
Friends Of Season Part One
Part One:
“I plant myself amongst a house of beauty
I weed out the negative on duty
My fertilized soil grows only best of friends
Pruning out the poisonous until the summer ends”
(SUMMER)
Peonies:
you knit my circle with much happiness
your rays of beauty dim out the morning star
your integrity wraps my garden tight;
favoring good-fortune no matter where we are
your compassion blooms in many colors
some may say you’re even shy
“king of flowers” - I mean friends
you truly know how to make...
“I plant myself amongst a house of beauty
I weed out the negative on duty
My fertilized soil grows only best of friends
Pruning out the poisonous until the summer ends”
(SUMMER)
Peonies:
you knit my circle with much happiness
your rays of beauty dim out the morning star
your integrity wraps my garden tight;
favoring good-fortune no matter where we are
your compassion blooms in many colors
some may say you’re even shy
“king of flowers” - I mean friends
you truly know how to make...
#happiness
#love
#relationships
#friendship
#LifeCycle
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9 Comments
FeNyX
Poem Published
27th Jan 2021 9:15pm
27th Jan 2021 9:15pm
On Kissing
Kissing is underrated
Not making out
Or Snogging
Just that single heartfelt kiss
Favorite kiss fantasies
As only two so far have measured up ...
Kissing under romantic moonlight
Kissing on a first time out (not a "date")
Kissing in the hall before we get home
Kissing before sex
(Though during can count, hopefully it measures up to heartfelt and not lust, though lust and heartfelt does work in the right mix)
Kissing on special events
Anniversary
Birthdays
Holidays
Where we're happy just...
Not making out
Or Snogging
Just that single heartfelt kiss
Favorite kiss fantasies
As only two so far have measured up ...
Kissing under romantic moonlight
Kissing on a first time out (not a "date")
Kissing in the hall before we get home
Kissing before sex
(Though during can count, hopefully it measures up to heartfelt and not lust, though lust and heartfelt does work in the right mix)
Kissing on special events
Anniversary
Birthdays
Holidays
Where we're happy just...
#love
#relationships
#dreams
19 reads
5 Comments
ClearmindedVillain
Poem Published
Today 2:16am
Today 2:16am
Trapped In Your Swollen Heart
Damaged.
Someone did you wrong.
Now we pay for it.
Shame to the one that did you wrong.
Shame on you for falling for it.
Over and over again.
You’re circling into your own tail.
A toxic circle of dizziness.
Good at times but can you come back?
Will you be trapped in the past?
The guy who hurt her the most she will forever love.
What did we do to pay this price?
What must be done to get what we deserve?
Someone did you wrong.
Now we pay for it.
Shame to the one that did you wrong.
Shame on you for falling for it.
Over and over again.
You’re circling into your own tail.
A toxic circle of dizziness.
Good at times but can you come back?
Will you be trapped in the past?
The guy who hurt her the most she will forever love.
What did we do to pay this price?
What must be done to get what we deserve?
#honesty
#misunderstood
#relationships
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Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
27th Jan 2018 3:31pm
27th Jan 2018 3:31pm
Abstracts Of Me
My love, My Love...Do you NOT see...
I NEVER learned to be happy for me.
I don’t know what is that or how to be.
I was beaten and bruised and programmed to think
It was the people who I had to please.
So, I know NO HAPPINESS unless I please you
If you’re NOT happy, I am NOT content
For my happiness co-depends on yours.
My heart and your heart beat as one
I care NOT for myself as much as for you.
I have learned to push myself through
The dark, the rain, and my endless storms
And shine with a...
I NEVER learned to be happy for me.
I don’t know what is that or how to be.
I was beaten and bruised and programmed to think
It was the people who I had to please.
So, I know NO HAPPINESS unless I please you
If you’re NOT happy, I am NOT content
For my happiness co-depends on yours.
My heart and your heart beat as one
I care NOT for myself as much as for you.
I have learned to push myself through
The dark, the rain, and my endless storms
And shine with a...
#love
#relationships
#ILoveYou
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
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6 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
12th Jan 2019 6:19am
12th Jan 2019 6:19am
a living room
I enable you to be present you enable
you to be present now we enable you
to be of prescient they acknowledge your
prescience your thoughts counted towards
the gift you give yourself thoughts
enabling the present and you predict that
thoughts will be held until given which
becomes us in the living room where
the doing is the most and the present
passes there living the do is more
than telling than telling enabling the counts
of thoughts coming...
you to be present now we enable you
to be of prescient they acknowledge your
prescience your thoughts counted towards
the gift you give yourself thoughts
enabling the present and you predict that
thoughts will be held until given which
becomes us in the living room where
the doing is the most and the present
passes there living the do is more
than telling than telling enabling the counts
of thoughts coming...
#relationships
#PowerOfWords
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6 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
15th Jan 2019 6:07am
15th Jan 2019 6:07am
Circumlocutions
I’m lying. I’m a lion. The domain
of a circular way out. A moon
is behind me. The rest of the field
is domesticated.
Somewhere, the bitumen complies
the sole, then goes home with it,
anything to get away from the motion
sickness of the ocean. It’s a bit loco
and clingy,
the persnickety bedaub,
the way we go on,
the oil rig like a planet
off the beach. Along the shore, ...
of a circular way out. A moon
is behind me. The rest of the field
is domesticated.
Somewhere, the bitumen complies
the sole, then goes home with it,
anything to get away from the motion
sickness of the ocean. It’s a bit loco
and clingy,
the persnickety bedaub,
the way we go on,
the oil rig like a planet
off the beach. Along the shore, ...
#relationships
#travel
20 reads
8 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
9th Feb 2019 7:39pm
9th Feb 2019 7:39pm
L'esprit d'escalier
i want to shine back up the staircase
to tell you exactly exaltedly
just how the power-towers look
splayed like men; i split-lickety-split
let us stead the radio-waves
if we maybe thought as they did
and evolved enthusiasm
through the precision
of motions and handheld devices in bed
let us shake romanticism by its grotto
if loosely we stayed as lewd
as glass when cooled
but moved as a pebble spun from tires
hairline-fracturing the foreclosure
let us stump the rainfall
...
to tell you exactly exaltedly
just how the power-towers look
splayed like men; i split-lickety-split
let us stead the radio-waves
if we maybe thought as they did
and evolved enthusiasm
through the precision
of motions and handheld devices in bed
let us shake romanticism by its grotto
if loosely we stayed as lewd
as glass when cooled
but moved as a pebble spun from tires
hairline-fracturing the foreclosure
let us stump the rainfall
...
#women
#men
#relationships #conflict
#relationships #conflict
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5 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
1st Jul 2024 11:50am
1st Jul 2024 11:50am
Rhythm of the Earth
I am the gentle breath
moving leaves to speak
as you walk through the
forest
A touch so tender
my hands massage
your shoulders, cascading
down your back, soft
willow branches
Taking your hand to dance
as the trees sway, showering
us in leaves of lust
intertwined in the passion
of the wilderness
I take you there
on the forest floor
undressing as the wind
sings to our flesh
We enjoy the time
each breathing in the other,
hands, fingers, mouths at play
making love to...
moving leaves to speak
as you walk through the
forest
A touch so tender
my hands massage
your shoulders, cascading
down your back, soft
willow branches
Taking your hand to dance
as the trees sway, showering
us in leaves of lust
intertwined in the passion
of the wilderness
I take you there
on the forest floor
undressing as the wind
sings to our flesh
We enjoy the time
each breathing in the other,
hands, fingers, mouths at play
making love to...
#forest
#love
#nature #relationships
#nature #relationships
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6 Comments
Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
31st Dec 2017 11:27am
31st Dec 2017 11:27am
Kissed By The Morning Dawn
The tears, the heartaches, the pain you caused
As I sat in dark corners counting my loss.
Too many years trapped in your trap
Unable to release myself from your clutched grasp.
Bound by the idea you’d love me some day
A bit over four years of my life were washed away
Barely breathing the same mighty thin air
Barely living...hoping you’d care.
Stopped my life just to wait for you
To come to terms...oh, what a fool!
Believing your empty promises and running to phones
That never rang...and your remorse as hard as stone. ...
As I sat in dark corners counting my loss.
Too many years trapped in your trap
Unable to release myself from your clutched grasp.
Bound by the idea you’d love me some day
A bit over four years of my life were washed away
Barely breathing the same mighty thin air
Barely living...hoping you’d care.
Stopped my life just to wait for you
To come to terms...oh, what a fool!
Believing your empty promises and running to phones
That never rang...and your remorse as hard as stone. ...
#relationships
#breakup
#conflict
#TimeHeals
#MovingOn
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