JHP Poetry Poems

She stood in the freezing cold.
And the rain felt like snowballs.
On a side bench under neon lights, she sat.
With a blue circle surrounding her eye,
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If I close my eyes in sleep, will I come back to me?
And if I do, will things be the same? I hope not...
Time moves on. For everything must change, but
do they really? It is only a recycled life of lost wonder.
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At dusk, we should careen our slippers.
Into the milky way swirls, as the crop of
sugar raptures our mystical whisper.
Warm embraces gasp for traces of lavender.
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Torches burned around the circle of concubines.
Each one was holding the spice of life.
There was Pleasure, Ecstasy, Orgasmic and so on.
They serenaded in angels cloak. The color of a nun's robe.
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Wishes camouflaged
the transparent wind.
So I ran towards them,
as the little girl with a
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Who has infiltrated but the structure of broken.
The castle made from sand; the one built of drought straw.
In which ye live, I stretch my love with a sighing smile.
Upon my request, should thus be torn down.
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You will grow before the earth leaves.
Tho, you may be facing the night of day,
Don't close those marvelous dreams
The look of success you convey.
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Apple pie was promised to me.
As a kid, my eyes were filled with glee;
I could not wait for my slice.
Crumbled Dutch was my favorite.
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The tears wallop the cheeks as hail fell upon them.
Each heart pained a dropp of pouring salt into open ulcers.
Now the bleeding has ceased.
And swollen eyes filled the verge of sight.
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And the bell rang soft___
Like speakers in elephant's trunk,
The world is a jungle.
Yes, very much it is...
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