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RainSitting outside in the rain for hours Watching nature’s phenomenal showers Feeling the waters soak me through Sat here smiling and thinking of you Imagining your touch on my wet skin Feeling the warmth taking hold within Sweet rapture at the very deliberation Makes my insides melt with anticipation Two souls embracing in nature’s tears Allowing the waters to wash away our fears For that moment it would be just you and I Under a blanket of clouds watching them cryRain
by ~Unknown-Silhouette
Unknown SilhouetteHow could you see through the eyes Into the very depths of the soul? Deep into the fires that dwellUnknown Silhouette
Yet find good inside to extol?
How could you look into the heart
Seeing the darkness that resides?
Yet still believe that virtues existed
Ones only the soul can provide
How did you believe there still was life Behind such a desolate exterior ? How did you believe a heart still bled
When such solidity reigned superior?
How could you make a broken shell
Feel as though it’s complete?
Make it feel like an honest being
When it&
by ~Unknown-Silhouette
LoversJust the same as that of a candle flame burning long into the night Able to claim lives so easily yet no effort needed to quench the lightLovers
Her heart and soul ached and throbbed once more to hold him near But his part in these lies had helped her hold back the stinging tears
So sat she did and she pondered over the past and present ordeal Thinking hard she wondered on what this dark night would reveal
Gazing down at their blank eyes she could now feel no emotion at all Neither frown nor a cry could or would she allow for their untimely fall
Drenched in blood from head
by ~Unknown-Silhouette
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One Iamb Short Of A PentameterA sight, a sign, a breath half-caught The unknown promise of lover’s smile A touch, a heart, so longing sought The warmth of friendship thus beguiled;One Iamb Short Of A Pentameter
To this I cast my bright heart’s eye A blushing child with unsure grasp This awesome youth with new worlds’ sight My joyful palm his own now clasps.
Oh world! be still; this moment’s time Need be held close in memories’ depths First love is always new, sublime Where in our minds the feeling’s kept.
But as the dawn drags down to dusk So first love’s spark to weary dust.
by ~chickofmanynames
Your EyesThe Earth and all her jubilee and might, and self-inflicted hardship overcome, and doctrine forged to settle wrong and right no more can tell her doctors from the Sun-Your Eyes
with science and scripture stirred and made the same, and idols cast from dirt and lust and gold, and sunlight ploughed and passed a clever name, and beauty culled and bought and used and sold,
thus, sun and beauty bound and in a mew, as each one treads your lashes and your hair, but glossy doctrines cast and mould and skew; and you can't tell the sunlight from the glare-
and d
by $pachunka
Peppy little trioletThe lonesome feeling stills my soul The room is quiet like a tomb A friendly word would make me whole The lonesome feeling stills my soul Yet no one cares to help console Nor light a lamp to fight the gloom The lonesome feeling stills my soul The room is quiet like a tombPeppy little triolet
by ~TacticalAdvantage
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
You stopped by some time ago and added Peppy Little Triolet to your "Breathtaking" collection, picked Fortean Lines as a favorite and collected Candy Cane into your cache of "Poetry and Prose." Then you came back a couple of days ago and nabbed 3 of 1 OULIPO + 4, too.
You like ALL the wacky shit, don't you?
I'm glad you're enjoying it. Thanks for saying so.
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"This wasn't just plain terrible, this was fancy terrible. This was terrible with raisins in it." -- Dorothy Parker
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'Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `You're screwed, dude.'
Thanks this time for collecting The March of the Eleventy-Ten," possibly the wackiest of the wacky shit so far.
You're being far too kind.
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"This wasn't just plain terrible, this was fancy terrible. This was terrible with raisins in it." -- Dorothy Parker
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'Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `You're screwed, dude.'
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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