ShevaunStonem - Hello Poetry

She can not understand how much a heart can desire something it never had. Those little hands and little toes soft coos and a tiny, button-nose. Wrapped in white, an angel sleeping, peaceful and drowsy, with all the angels waiting. With hands that don't know how to stay and cries are all to communicate, a darling angel grows and cleaves, relying on one for all she needs. And wherever in Heaven she may be, your lonely mother waits for thee.

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Dec 17, 2023

Dec 17, 2023 at 8:50 AM UTC

How?

She can not understand how much a heart can desire something it never had. Those little hands and little toes soft coos and a tiny, button-nose. Wrapped in white, an angel sleeping, peaceful and drowsy, with all the angels waiting. With hands that don't know how to stay and cries are all to communicate, a darling angel grows and cleaves, relying on one for all she needs. And wherever in Heaven she may be, your lonely mother waits for thee.

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I think you're the smartest man ever, With wisdom that knows no end. You bring forth victories of life, And to your guidance, I gladly bend. To you, no challenge is too daunting, No obstacle too hard - With your intellect and will, You make the impossible come undone. You bring light to the darkness, And healing to the pain. Joy to the misery, And rainbows in the rain. With your brilliance, you inspire, Leading us to a brighter tomorrow. You're the beacon of hope and knowledge, A guiding star amidst pain and sorrow.

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Apr 30, 2023

Apr 30, 2023 at 3:37 PM UTC

a guide

I think you're the smartest man ever, With wisdom that knows no end. You bring forth victories of life, And to your guidance, I gladly bend. To you, no challenge is too daunting, No obstacle too hard - With your intellect and will, You make the impossible come undone. You bring light to the darkness, And healing to the pain. Joy to the misery, And rainbows in the rain. With your brilliance, you inspire, Leading us to a brighter tomorrow. You're the beacon of hope and knowledge, A guiding star amidst pain and sorrow.

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true love is mighty yet delicate. it effaces doubt yet stirs up great throes. it is gentle but moving, always diffusing, filling, and staining. love leaves a mark, yet is as soft as a whisper. it is truly the most magical paradox to exist.

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Feb 23, 2023

Feb 23, 2023 at 6:29 AM UTC

love - a paradox

true love is mighty yet delicate. it effaces doubt yet stirs up great throes. it is gentle but moving, always diffusing, filling, and staining. love leaves a mark, yet is as soft as a whisper. it is truly the most magical paradox to exist.

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Heavy is the heart That only knows how to love Heavy is the heart That gives without end Heavy is the heart That weeps in silence Heavy is the heart That bleeds for peace Heavy is the heart Separated from its other half Yes, heavy is the heart That through this, still manages to laugh.

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Feb 10, 2023

Feb 10, 2023 at 6:14 AM UTC

heavy is the heart

Heavy is the heart That only knows how to love Heavy is the heart That gives without end Heavy is the heart That weeps in silence Heavy is the heart That bleeds for peace Heavy is the heart Separated from its other half Yes, heavy is the heart That through this, still manages to laugh.

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There's nothing more beautiful than a big, strong man, sleeping all soft and cute next to you. This is the paradox of women. Women want, a strong and soft man, a wise and goofy man, a harsh and gentle man, a wise and humorous man, a passionate and composed man, a quiet and chatty man, a fierce and patient man. But if you give a woman, all the qualities on the left, she will be uncomfortable with the man. And if you give her all the qualities on the right, she will want another man. So you see, you can't be one way or the other with a woman, the way they tell you. Neither does a woman expect a man to be everything at once. But when a man really loves his woman, who he is becomes everything she needs.

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Jan 13, 2023

Jan 13, 2023 at 10:39 AM UTC

Man

There's nothing more beautiful than a big, strong man, sleeping all soft and cute next to you. This is the paradox of women. Women want, a strong and soft man, a wise and goofy man, a harsh and gentle man, a wise and humorous man, a passionate and composed man, a quiet and chatty man, a fierce and patient man. But if you give a woman, all the qualities on the left, she will be uncomfortable with the man. And if you give her all the qualities on the right, she will want another man. So you see, you can't be one way or the other with a woman, the way they tell you. Neither does a woman expect a man to be everything at once. But when a man really loves his woman, who he is becomes everything she needs.

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I whisper to the sunset with a smirk, "He is prettier than you."

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Sep 9, 2022

Sep 9, 2022 at 4:34 AM UTC

colorful skies

I whisper to the sunset with a smirk, "He is prettier than you."

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It took strength to come out Of death’s cold grip. Not the death of the body But of a lethal trip. The fading of your soul, All the essence that you own- The death of your love, Life and you mourn. It took strength to transition Back into momentum, The eerieness and sadness That makes your body go numb. But there was strength in Believing that sunshine doesn’t burn. There was joy in knowing My spirit could return. There was strength in believing Words that were left unsaid. There was strength in the words Yet to be said. Through all the brokenness, I learnt something new, It was always and only Strength that flowed through.

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Sep 4, 2022

Sep 4, 2022 at 5:54 AM UTC

strength

It took strength to come out Of death’s cold grip. Not the death of the body But of a lethal trip. The fading of your soul, All the essence that you own- The death of your love, Life and you mourn. It took strength to transition Back into momentum, The eerieness and sadness That makes your body go numb. But there was strength in Believing that sunshine doesn’t burn. There was joy in knowing My spirit could return. There was strength in believing Words that were left unsaid. There was strength in the words Yet to be said. Through all the brokenness, I learnt something new, It was always and only Strength that flowed through.

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For many, August slips away in a moment of time, weary and heavy, A dull December. Not everyone sees Tishrei is next on the calendar. Let September be September, a new beginning, turn the narrative that every start is also an end, And this doesn’t always have to be burdening.

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Sep 4, 2022

Sep 4, 2022 at 5:44 AM UTC

Tishrei

For many, August slips away in a moment of time, weary and heavy, A dull December. Not everyone sees Tishrei is next on the calendar. Let September be September, a new beginning, turn the narrative that every start is also an end, And this doesn’t always have to be burdening.

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She stares at the window Streaked beautifully with raindrops And traces her finger along As they race from the top. Its been a minute since he left the table But no streak of sadness is seen on her For a woman knows how to do both: Unfurl and be a container. So she sits and smiles At the dear rain, That she loves so very much, As it washes away her pain. And he stares at her from a distance With eyes filled with love and longing He wished he knew better, he wishes he’d be better But to then comprehend What stroke of fate made him so lucky To have this woman by his side Who’d never leave when times get dark and heavy. That she would stay and wait For as long as the storm would take And set herself on fire, to give him some warmth. He knew the bounds she’d go to, To make sure he’s winning and happy But what was in it for her? Was she just as lucky? Some people know how to hold a heart in their hands And the others, are well, a little fearful, They’re clumsy and the heart falls and breaks Or they clench it too hard out of fear, And then there are those who hold it And can’t stop the tears from falling There’s no explaining why But it's scary knowing what happens when the heart stops beating.

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Aug 28, 2022

Aug 28, 2022 at 9:16 AM UTC

what happens when the heart stops beating.

She stares at the window Streaked beautifully with raindrops And traces her finger along As they race from the top. Its been a minute since he left the table But no streak of sadness is seen on her For a woman knows how to do both: Unfurl and be a container. So she sits and smiles At the dear rain, That she loves so very much, As it washes away her pain. And he stares at her from a distance With eyes filled with love and longing He wished he knew better, he wishes he’d be better But to then comprehend What stroke of fate made him so lucky To have this woman by his side Who’d never leave when times get dark and heavy. That she would stay and wait For as long as the storm would take And set herself on fire, to give him some warmth. He knew the bounds she’d go to, To make sure he’s winning and happy But what was in it for her? Was she just as lucky? Some people know how to hold a heart in their hands And the others, are well, a little fearful, They’re clumsy and the heart falls and breaks Or they clench it too hard out of fear, And then there are those who hold it And can’t stop the tears from falling There’s no explaining why But it's scary knowing what happens when the heart stops beating.

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One day a child will cling to me pressed against my heart I hope. With hands of warmth surrounding him, the one who will save my soul. To be everything a child Looks up to In moments of joy and despair, With tears and laughter too. Is all that I can hope for today For what else should I look forward to? One day these hands will hold a child Tucked softly and safely within To cherish and enjoy and nurture them Knowing true love lives herein.

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Aug 28, 2022

Aug 28, 2022 at 9:05 AM UTC

one day a child / motherhood

One day a child will cling to me pressed against my heart I hope. With hands of warmth surrounding him, the one who will save my soul. To be everything a child Looks up to In moments of joy and despair, With tears and laughter too. Is all that I can hope for today For what else should I look forward to? One day these hands will hold a child Tucked softly and safely within To cherish and enjoy and nurture them Knowing true love lives herein.

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