Favorite Poems of Hannah Lizette
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…the stand mixer broke a while back, so
we resort to kneading the dough by hand... -
It is not the heart
that suffers most... -
Fighting urges of darkness
a fiery switch within my mind... -
I am not good at science, but I am good at...
And feelings are words expressed thinly... -
I liked it better when you only
existed on paper... -
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Last winter
I buried clockwork in my stomach... -
Things I'll never do again:
1. Pop little reds... -
Eyes gazing but not looking
Dimples holding a half stitched smile... -
My prayer is that it all makes sense.
This poem... -
Bloody, plum colored
digits... -
Why don't you just relax in the reality of my...
It doesn't matter how ugly things are between us... -
Maybe when I let go of my ego,
or you see beyond your faults... -
Wrap winter around my lips, let me
hang off your teeth like an unkissed... -
I sometimes wonder
when I'll stop deleting myself... -
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time, a hand too soon... -
All you should think about
is the pressure... -
There is something I cannot mistake in
the sentimental shimmer of four walls... -
I asked you in the confines of
a wooden cabin, what you would... -
You are
a halogen lamp, goosebumps and... -
The massacre was committed too early this morning,
maybe at 3am... -
With dust of the earth we were created,
And with dust of the earth we shall return... -
This thirst reminds me
of winter... -
We have ridden life's roller coaster
Yet we have always stayed on... -
His words were poetry.
Every ebb and flow... -
I have walked your graveyards
with you, stepped over the bones... -
To share the same feelings with another
as if sharing the same vein, attached... -
Sometimes we forget the reasons
why we were drawn to each other... -
He's zipped up your ribcage and swore
never to touch it again... -
And then she sighs
and says in a shaking voice... -
They lift my legs.
Left. Right... -
This isn't a painting.
Don't prance around with... -
I'll soak up rain
from your waterfall soul... -
I'm not a poet,
I'm not a melody... -
I came to write about love and how the absence of...
do stupid things, but I heard the presence of it... -
She adorns a gentle swagger,
as her hips dance under a moonlit... -
I have written about loss like
my body is tomb for cupid arrows... -
She will break you.
Innocent girl with mama's most expensive vase. She... -
After Shane Koyczan's 6:59am
But your kiss, my dear... -
Who is this man who uncloses me
every night, with my bright eyes illuminating... -
Rain.
It does things to people... -
I wish I could stand right here
and gush about how brave I am... -
There's a time for loneliness
When skies cry and we turn inside... -
Corridors trap his mind
with creaky stairs, feeble... -
My breath escapes me once again,
watching his silhouette blaze as he... -
A maroon sweater clings to me, but my legs
stick out, not like twigs, like passing lanes... -
Sneaking into her covers, zipping up her
backbone like the amateur costume that... -
Harboring denial in every crevice
of her skin, similar to weeds seeping... -
Imagining a palace of wolves,
where all around me cruelity is my protector... -
She sat praying near
the outskirts of loneliness... -
We check out humans like they are library books,
browsing past their skin with retinas made for... -
We water the seeds each day. Each day we
watch the cautious creep of green... -
Maybe dreams should be feelings and
not money makers. Things like... -
I.
Sometimes I adopt the coziness of cafes and lean... -
Every sunrise holds
a different memory... -
When you write
I feel my muscles detach from my spine... -
I'm a filing cabinet of records that holds dates...
reasons and insentives, agendas and dreams... -
I know this sand artist,
who speaks beautiful stories... -
I love snippets of poetry;
how often they are bite-sized... -
I have been wearing
the perfume of our past on my skin... -
Hell's gate welcomes the death of our alliance.
The "me and you" stories, the... -
You, coquette and lovely, once managed
to encompass the allure of your sex... -
Why
ask for... -
"Ah, look at all the lonely people."
'Me' has been deprived, faith's dried yet... -
There's something nostalgic about
dimly-lit roads and faded footpaths... -
Final Entry 1st April 2008:-
..."I am the forgotten one... -
You were the spider lurking,
dancing in dew drop temptation... -
It wasn't the words you said to me
upon a midnight breeze, it was... -
I think of all the things you say
and wonder if they're true... -
I was the Blackbird trying to understand the...
but you were the Albatross sending omens through... -
You cage the moon in your veins
whenever it is that side of midnight... -
Isolation is when you wake up
with someone else's dream on your tongue... -
Your presence drains the life out
of my lungs,breathing becomes... -
I suppose I've been dreaming again
of a possibility of another life... -
Delicate buds will never bloom
roots too young to stand alone... -
Me, myself, and I
foreplay inside tangled thoughts... -
You once told me, through the quiver
of a lazy street light that I was a twin to the... -
I remember
a little house in Italy atop a sloping hill... -
You will
always crave the... -
Amidst the chaos of words
and metaphors, somewhere... -
Summer
her ardent eyes... -
I thought the rippled
effects of my voice... -
A half-written poem
can only be penned by a... -
You had this way of
applying pet names... -
I spent
the twenty fifth day... -
She held me so close
that her heartbeat almost became... -
"Catch me if you can", screams a
striped paper that should be ripped... -
Words can lead a strayer
back home, but they cant... -
I never fully understood
the meaning of the word... -
Tonight you appeared at my bedside;
Your smile as radiant as a shining star... -
Suddenly, we saw lanterns advance into the sky,
entering intentionally, the wonders of the galaxy... -
My
lilies... -
Poets write of loneliness
where knuckles lay straight and fingers beg... -
I've heard whispers of Paris lately,
the city of love and some place foreign to me... -
As a child I was fascinated by your back,
I saw your freckles as docks and my crayons... -
Club challenge poem about "70th wedding...
Its the 70th anniversary of our special moment... -
No more waking up
to a warm cup of... -
Everyone marked a title in
your calendar. You have been... -
I
drink your... -
Bizarre antics
twist and coil... -
If I could buy tears in a grocery store
I'd grab a can, because I'm not done... -
She stole Mona Lisa's smile, painted it
with Monet's sunset and hid it beneath... -
If I were to feverishly bite my lip
in sequence of each syllable you... -
Confronting my worst nightmare
of facing the evil beast... -
Words ate me yesterday.
They licked my muse till... -
I was veiled by my
own lingering fears... -
While some call it writers block,
I call it clogged arteries... -
I cry at your very happiness
No, not because of jealousy... -
Haunted by your demanding eyes,
A ghost of a woman is all I am now... -
Fingerprints kiss ivory,
composing keys only the eyes... -
Fifty,
were for you, about you... -
Red .. White .. Blue ..
Right there, just at the... -
Late at night, extinguishing memories
blazing within my feverish destruction... -
She sat alone, picking petals off of her roses
for every lover she betrayed... -
You always said,
that painted fingernails... -
Like a nonseasonal
field of blooming... -
If lips were unique like
snowflakes and fingertips... -
Lily petals dance
pink lemonade, sweet sunshine... -
I know the fault does not
lie within my hands... -
Don't ask me to paint
a rainbow in your night... -
Why don't you read
my poetry anymore... -
You left me standing alone
allowing me to vanish... -
In artifical light
you rip, advisedly... -
I woke up wanton, a wretch
spewing up bits of my soul into a porcelain bowl... -
Ground floor
I enter this elevator, I look around... -
Majestic heart of a giants rage
black icy stares, drenched in volcanic tears... -
You
are the... -
Windows stalk my withered soul,
forcing me to look at a future... -
I am beautiful as the sunshine,
dancing upon the mirror before me... -
Drowning upon a devils ear
masquerade in unison of three... -
I wanna go back, to that ole river that sings,
travel upon that holy highway... -
I wish that I could share these thoughts
that swirl around my head as drunken tears... -
I have been devoured by the insanity
of your dancing pupils... -
Black mascara runs
down my forehead... -
I've began to make shadow puppets on my candle lit...
Trying to distract my thoughts from revolving... -
Deadly mascara dances under the moon, as night...
forbidden behavior goes unnoticed as feverish... -
The old oak has
dark histories... -
In a room of pure darkness i pick up my pen ,
my trembling hand wipes away the mascara stained... -
August 10th 1999
3.04 am... -
Drops of the deepest emotion falls
from the window to my broken soul... -
My shyness together
with the scent of jasmine... -
103 days,
2472 hours... -
Separated by distance, but not by dreams
two bodies adored, two souls entwined... -
I'm an old soul writer
with a backyard pen... -
I will stop dreaming
when my reality... -
I've been thinking lately,
about how we've forgotten all the... -
Shades of gray
entwines with my... -
Food for thought-
I wish to ask my... -
Like a beautiful Tiger Lilly,
I have rooted myself... -
I found myself abandoning
my skin because I do not...
