Lola Sense

Joined January 2021

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Poet and writer who feels everything deeply. Buy me a coffee here 💜

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The Morning Connection
The chin-shoulder concatenation Let me nose-kiss your earlobe I fit in your arms like a Lego But I'm ruining this perfect moment
By Lola Sense4 years ago in Poets
Her
She wrote me after a long time After eons of me looking for her To see how she was, to apologize Only after I put a stop to my seeking
By Lola Sense4 years ago in Poets
Spreading Ridges
Not yet willing to deal with the multitude of mild pains in my life The message you have to change your life all too loud in my ear
By Lola Sense4 years ago in Poets
Equinox
To think of wounds and scars on a day so fair… I prefer love and beauty — although they aren’t exclusive — liquid ripplets shimmering like pulsars, and maybe that autumny rainbow.
By Lola Sense4 years ago in Poets
Spindles & K-Complexes
Asleep When I fall asleep, I start Dreaming right away. There is no science to explain it Unless you’re less than five.
By Lola Sense4 years ago in Poets
from nothing
afternoons seem to drown in nothingness and along with them, my psyche— fogginess, sluggishness, fighting them all to create — to desiccate, to split this nothing into its component particles and antiparticles
By Lola Sense4 years ago in Poets
The Statue
What powers bestowed on you that nonchalant walk? They must have sung praises to your prepossessing body the fair feathery fuzz of your earlobes
By Lola Sense4 years ago in Poets
The Naughty Librarian
The last week of August caught Nicolette by surprise. After a couple of hot months making inventories and completing shelf reads, she was happy to have a slow day at the library. Her ample décolletage — covered in sweat — was letting her know the dog days were not over yet.
By Lola Sense4 years ago in Filthy
Dahn
The following poem is about a boy I fell in love with a long, long time ago. Summers remind me of him. ***
By Lola Sense4 years ago in Poets
Invisible Leashes
Some people are naturally inclined to cling. Head over heels in love, they put on the leash themselves. Concealed sweet tether in a tender embrace.
By Lola Sense4 years ago in Poets
Origins. Top Story - August 2021.
I don’t belong, But I long to belong Or at least I used to. There’s poetry to displacement. I was his, I am now mine.
By Lola Sense4 years ago in Poets
Romanville
My gray home, Romanville Lies where the railroads meet Long kisses and teary goodbyes on its platforms Home of the homeless
By Lola Sense4 years ago in Poets