Celiarose - Hello Poetry

It's late and as the moon remains in the sky for several more hours to glimmer through our bedroom windows and all the world is asleep except for me, all I can think is that I miss you ... And that's all I have to say about that.

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Apr 18, 2016

Apr 18, 2016 at 2:42 AM UTC

Late Night Thought #1

It's late and as the moon remains in the sky for several more hours to glimmer through our bedroom windows and all the world is asleep except for me, all I can think is that I miss you ... And that's all I have to say about that.

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Dance with me, darling Dance with me under the stars And the glimmer of the moon. Dance with me, darling Sweep me off my feet And make me swoon. Dance with me, darling Hold me in your arms And let's sway to and fro. Dance with me, darling Just hold me close And don't let go. Oh darling, just dance with me

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Apr 13, 2016

Apr 13, 2016 at 12:21 AM UTC

Dance With Me

Dance with me, darling Dance with me under the stars And the glimmer of the moon. Dance with me, darling Sweep me off my feet And make me swoon. Dance with me, darling Hold me in your arms And let's sway to and fro. Dance with me, darling Just hold me close And don't let go. Oh darling, just dance with me

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Beauty is a state Of mind. But all of our minds Have been corrupted.

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Apr 11, 2016

Apr 11, 2016 at 7:04 PM UTC

Beauty

Beauty is a state Of mind. But all of our minds Have been corrupted.

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Don't leave me I asked softly Don't leave me because of my illness. Don't leave me I asked softly Don't leave me because my days are difficult. Don't leave me I asked softly Don't leave me because my illness is not your burden. Don't leave me I asked softly Don't leave me because my illness won't allow me to love you right. Don't leave me I asked softly Don't leave me because I still love you. Don't leave me I asked softly Don't leave me because I wouldn't know what to do without you. Don't leave me I asked softly Don't leave me because I am still so terrified. Don't leave me I asked softly Don't leave me because you can't deal with it. ... Wait, where are you going? Please don't leave me I asked softly. Don't leave me because I don't know what to do without you ...

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Apr 6, 2016

Apr 6, 2016 at 1:47 AM UTC

Don't Leave

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Another year has gone, Another year has passed. Some friends have left, While new ones have come. New adventures await, While I reminisce those that occurred. Another year has passed – My, it’s been such a blur! I may have stumbled and fallen, But I picked myself up every time. I’ve only lived 19 years so far, But I hope for many more in this lifetime. So here’s to another year: Let’s see where this goes. I will celebrate today And tomorrow I’ll continue to grow.

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Mar 23, 2016

Mar 23, 2016 at 5:14 PM UTC

19 Years

Another year has gone, Another year has passed. Some friends have left, While new ones have come. New adventures await, While I reminisce those that occurred. Another year has passed – My, it’s been such a blur! I may have stumbled and fallen, But I picked myself up every time. I’ve only lived 19 years so far, But I hope for many more in this lifetime. So here’s to another year: Let’s see where this goes. I will celebrate today And tomorrow I’ll continue to grow.

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The war has started: There is no denying that society is Deteriorating. All this racism, sexism, hate Is aggravating And is now activating Another war In which we will have to fight Yet again And begin delegating And advocating For what is right And choose our leaders wisely In this war that is generating And is just so devastating To think about and watch people Suffocating And separating. But it's not too late: We can still fight And not further activate This dangerous state And end up having to put on armor plates to protect ourselves Or having to relocate Because it is no longer safe. So let us concentrate And focus on having out voices heard Before it is too late And the world decimates.

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Mar 15, 2016

Mar 15, 2016 at 6:01 PM UTC

War

The war has started: There is no denying that society is Deteriorating. All this racism, sexism, hate Is aggravating And is now activating Another war In which we will have to fight Yet again And begin delegating And advocating For what is right And choose our leaders wisely In this war that is generating And is just so devastating To think about and watch people Suffocating And separating. But it's not too late: We can still fight And not further activate This dangerous state And end up having to put on armor plates to protect ourselves Or having to relocate Because it is no longer safe. So let us concentrate And focus on having out voices heard Before it is too late And the world decimates.

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I have so much love to give, but it seems like no one really wants it.

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Mar 14, 2016

Mar 14, 2016 at 5:39 PM UTC

Hopeless Romantic

I have so much love to give, but it seems like no one really wants it.

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She was the subject of a sonnet: Her radiant glow matched that of the sun's and her green eyes matched the color of emeralds. Her wavy hair matched that of a chestnut tree. Her dress matched that of a dusty pink rose. Her smile illuminated my dreams and her laugh woke me up in the morning. Her loving embrace kept me safe and her sweet kisses brightened even the darkest of days. She was my muse, my subject, my sonnet.

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Mar 12, 2016

Mar 12, 2016 at 12:24 PM UTC

She

She was the subject of a sonnet: Her radiant glow matched that of the sun's and her green eyes matched the color of emeralds. Her wavy hair matched that of a chestnut tree. Her dress matched that of a dusty pink rose. Her smile illuminated my dreams and her laugh woke me up in the morning. Her loving embrace kept me safe and her sweet kisses brightened even the darkest of days. She was my muse, my subject, my sonnet.

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The glass stained with the kisses of her children, of her loved ones, saying goodbye. The coffin drenched in their tears and covered in roses, and daisies, giving a little life to the dead body before it is buried away forever, with her husband, who has waited 10 years to see his wife again. And now that they are reunited, they will smile together for all eternity, knowing that they have lived happily with all their blessed children and will reunite with them all one day in Heaven where they will introduce them to God and the family will never break away again.

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Mar 4, 2016

Mar 4, 2016 at 11:24 AM UTC

Untitled

The glass stained with the kisses of her children, of her loved ones, saying goodbye. The coffin drenched in their tears and covered in roses, and daisies, giving a little life to the dead body before it is buried away forever, with her husband, who has waited 10 years to see his wife again. And now that they are reunited, they will smile together for all eternity, knowing that they have lived happily with all their blessed children and will reunite with them all one day in Heaven where they will introduce them to God and the family will never break away again.

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Play me a love song And let me know that every lyric Is the poetry you wish you could speak to me.

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Mar 2, 2016

Mar 2, 2016 at 6:14 PM UTC

Untitled

Play me a love song And let me know that every lyric Is the poetry you wish you could speak to me.

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