Cuhroonie - Hello Poetry

In the same way I look for that familiar comforting scent on the wind, or the final royal golden rays of light on the horizon, I'm forever grasping at the straws of your essence. I find it in the morning mist with its cooling touch, the birds carry it on their waking melodies and closing trills, the brashness of the sun and elegance of the moon mirror your brazen sophistication. While you may not be here now you're equally present in the beauty the world beholds, immeasurable adoration of you in every moment.

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Apr 10, 2025

Apr 10, 2025 at 3:49 PM UTC

Distant, but Here

In the same way I look for that familiar comforting scent on the wind, or the final royal golden rays of light on the horizon, I'm forever grasping at the straws of your essence. I find it in the morning mist with its cooling touch, the birds carry it on their waking melodies and closing trills, the brashness of the sun and elegance of the moon mirror your brazen sophistication. While you may not be here now you're equally present in the beauty the world beholds, immeasurable adoration of you in every moment.

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How terrifying and exciting is it to change. Entering my most uncertain season, I can be sure of nothing yet also, Everything. I have no idea where I’ll be in six months, Or a year. Still, I know I’m ready. Simultaneously thrilled and frightened, But ready. And if I fall through the cracks, How sweet is it to know, You’ll be there to catch me. And even if you’re not, How lucky am I to have myself. I’m ready.

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Mar 30, 2025

Mar 30, 2025 at 3:08 PM UTC

Induction

How terrifying and exciting is it to change. Entering my most uncertain season, I can be sure of nothing yet also, Everything. I have no idea where I’ll be in six months, Or a year. Still, I know I’m ready. Simultaneously thrilled and frightened, But ready. And if I fall through the cracks, How sweet is it to know, You’ll be there to catch me. And even if you’re not, How lucky am I to have myself. I’m ready.

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Anxiety and stress, compounding through the Winter months. Weighing on my chest, threatening to crack my soul’s delicate shell. I take a walk. Wild flowers blossom in patches, reminisce of constellations dotting the night sky. The trees transform from dull canvases into impossible to replicate master pieces. Change stirring in the threads of nature. In miracle fashion, my woes melt away. The permafrost upon my heart making way for a burst of growth in spirit. A new appreciation for the minute details, the rain no longer an inconvenience but a blessing. The sweat dropped down my brow serving as a reflection, my impurities cleansed by the Sun’s fiery persistence. Spring is here, accompanied by her remedial powers.

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Mar 23, 2025

Mar 23, 2025 at 4:08 PM UTC

Spring’s Remedy

Anxiety and stress, compounding through the Winter months. Weighing on my chest, threatening to crack my soul’s delicate shell. I take a walk. Wild flowers blossom in patches, reminisce of constellations dotting the night sky. The trees transform from dull canvases into impossible to replicate master pieces. Change stirring in the threads of nature. In miracle fashion, my woes melt away. The permafrost upon my heart making way for a burst of growth in spirit. A new appreciation for the minute details, the rain no longer an inconvenience but a blessing. The sweat dropped down my brow serving as a reflection, my impurities cleansed by the Sun’s fiery persistence. Spring is here, accompanied by her remedial powers.

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Feet reclined near water's edge, the warmth of the Sun, coolness of the breeze, Hmm...a little yellow flower. Standing all alone, so small, so proud, so beautiful. For a moment I'm reminded of you, I shall pluck it for your enjoyment! But wait- maybe instead, I should leave it alone. Yes, I'll leave it where it be, so I can return each day, and have a pleasant reminder of you. Perhaps I'll write about it, maybe in a letter, and send it to you, immortalizing its brilliance, the little yellow flower.

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Mar 19, 2025

Mar 19, 2025 at 11:24 PM UTC

Little Yellow Flower

Feet reclined near water's edge, the warmth of the Sun, coolness of the breeze, Hmm...a little yellow flower. Standing all alone, so small, so proud, so beautiful. For a moment I'm reminded of you, I shall pluck it for your enjoyment! But wait- maybe instead, I should leave it alone. Yes, I'll leave it where it be, so I can return each day, and have a pleasant reminder of you. Perhaps I'll write about it, maybe in a letter, and send it to you, immortalizing its brilliance, the little yellow flower.

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I long for you more than the ocean longs to embrace the mountains. I gravitate towards your benevolence just as a meteor to the Earth, burning so deeply on my way to you I emerge refined, cleansed. A new being.

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Mar 18, 2025

Mar 18, 2025 at 11:28 PM UTC

Yearning

I long for you more than the ocean longs to embrace the mountains. I gravitate towards your benevolence just as a meteor to the Earth, burning so deeply on my way to you I emerge refined, cleansed. A new being.

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If I could never see you again, I'd gouge my own eyes, so that your face should be the last thing I saw. My hunger to live- fueled by the desire to keep your memory burning throughout my mind.

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Mar 12, 2025

Mar 12, 2025 at 3:14 PM UTC

Lasting Memory

If I could never see you again, I'd gouge my own eyes, so that your face should be the last thing I saw. My hunger to live- fueled by the desire to keep your memory burning throughout my mind.

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You're the answer to everything. The universe's infinite complexity, simplified by you. Your deep mahogany hair, holds the Earth in balance with the Stars. The Milky Way, a reflection of its illustrious waves. Your dazzling smile, gives the Sun permission to shine. Its brilliance, reaches even the most fathomless depths of Space. Your flawless olive skin, inspires the harshest of terrains to flourish. Beauty manifest, expanding across the Galaxy in every direction. Your gentle voice, commands the Cosmos with grace. Sounds of honeyed laughter, reverberate amongst Creation, soothing every mind and soul.

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Mar 12, 2025

Mar 12, 2025 at 2:03 AM UTC

Mother Nature II

You're the answer to everything. The universe's infinite complexity, simplified by you. Your deep mahogany hair, holds the Earth in balance with the Stars. The Milky Way, a reflection of its illustrious waves. Your dazzling smile, gives the Sun permission to shine. Its brilliance, reaches even the most fathomless depths of Space. Your flawless olive skin, inspires the harshest of terrains to flourish. Beauty manifest, expanding across the Galaxy in every direction. Your gentle voice, commands the Cosmos with grace. Sounds of honeyed laughter, reverberate amongst Creation, soothing every mind and soul.

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If I were a tree, my roots would tunnel towards you. My branches, stretching for just one touch. If I were a flower, my petals would blossom at the sound of your laughter. My thorns, removed by the tenderness of your voice. If I were a river, my stream would carve for you a way through mountains. My water, purified by your resilient spirit.

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Mar 3, 2025

Mar 3, 2025 at 3:23 AM UTC

Mother Nature

If I were a tree, my roots would tunnel towards you. My branches, stretching for just one touch. If I were a flower, my petals would blossom at the sound of your laughter. My thorns, removed by the tenderness of your voice. If I were a river, my stream would carve for you a way through mountains. My water, purified by your resilient spirit.

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Silence the purest form of communication To utter no words yet understand everything A catalyst for blissful moments and crushing realizations If a picture is worth a thousand words silence is an unrelenting symphony Our fate in the hands of some conductor

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Feb 27, 2025

Feb 27, 2025 at 11:51 PM UTC

Be Still

Silence the purest form of communication To utter no words yet understand everything A catalyst for blissful moments and crushing realizations If a picture is worth a thousand words silence is an unrelenting symphony Our fate in the hands of some conductor

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When looking at you and I fail to speak- produce the perfect words- know that it's not out of reluctance. Instead - know, the air in my lungs has fled. My heart has begun clawing its way through my chest, begging to feel your blood fill its chambers. Goosebumps wave across my skin as it yearns for your touch. My eyes well, your beauty surreal.

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Feb 23, 2025

Feb 23, 2025 at 2:44 AM UTC

My Heart to Yours

When looking at you and I fail to speak- produce the perfect words- know that it's not out of reluctance. Instead - know, the air in my lungs has fled. My heart has begun clawing its way through my chest, begging to feel your blood fill its chambers. Goosebumps wave across my skin as it yearns for your touch. My eyes well, your beauty surreal.

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