adelle-stone - Hello Poetry

You know that feeling in your stomach? Not butterflies The other kind The kind that sits in your stomach Almost Like a rock The kind you get With guilt And regret Yeah That feeling

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Feb 20, 2018

Feb 20, 2018 at 12:35 AM UTC

That feeling...

You know that feeling in your stomach? Not butterflies The other kind The kind that sits in your stomach Almost Like a rock The kind you get With guilt And regret Yeah That feeling

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Long days Short nights Fireflies float the dark sky A breeze gently swaying trees Stars glitter in formation Smoke curly softly through the air Sparks sending shivers through my spine Summer

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Jun 7, 2017

Jun 7, 2017 at 11:36 PM UTC

Summer

Long days Short nights Fireflies float the dark sky A breeze gently swaying trees Stars glitter in formation Smoke curly softly through the air Sparks sending shivers through my spine Summer

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Hey How are you? Is heaven as good as they say? I know you left me nine years ago But, It was my birthday So I thought I should write Are there plenty of fishing holes? How's Grandma doing? I miss you. I think about you all the time I lay in my bed and think of all the fun we had I miss you so much I miss the way you smelled like strong coffee The light scent of Grandma's tobacco Your tan skin speckled with spots Your silver hair The watch that was twice the size of my wrist The oil spots on your clothes The dust on your boots The grey plaid cowboy shirt With the pearly snaps How tall you were Your hands held up against mine Calloused and huge But warm Your raspy but soothing voice The way you lifted me up The way you read silly story books to me Made me giggle like crazy How you encouraged me Gave me Catapillar trucks for Christmas How immovable, and solid You seemed I remember the day you cam home with a broken leg They don't know how or why you went They said the brain I say it was the heart I miss you

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Apr 21, 2017

Apr 21, 2017 at 4:39 PM UTC

I miss you

Hey How are you? Is heaven as good as they say? I know you left me nine years ago But, It was my birthday So I thought I should write Are there plenty of fishing holes? How's Grandma doing? I miss you. I think about you all the time I lay in my bed and think of all the fun we had I miss you so much I miss the way you smelled like strong coffee The light scent of Grandma's tobacco Your tan skin speckled with spots Your silver hair The watch that was twice the size of my wrist The oil spots on your clothes The dust on your boots The grey plaid cowboy shirt With the pearly snaps How tall you were Your hands held up against mine Calloused and huge But warm Your raspy but soothing voice The way you lifted me up The way you read silly story books to me Made me giggle like crazy How you encouraged me Gave me Catapillar trucks for Christmas How immovable, and solid You seemed I remember the day you cam home with a broken leg They don't know how or why you went They said the brain I say it was the heart I miss you

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I listen to Lost Boy I sit Halfway in tears Remembering past times Thinking about life Last year Sitting with my best friend On the football field Talking about music As the sunlight kissed our skin Running through the sprinklers laughing Listening to the song Talking about life Where did you go? I miss you. I see you But no longer know you Longing for Peter Pan To pick me up Fly me away To better times Places And my friend

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Feb 10, 2017

Feb 10, 2017 at 8:41 PM UTC

Lost boy...

I listen to Lost Boy I sit Halfway in tears Remembering past times Thinking about life Last year Sitting with my best friend On the football field Talking about music As the sunlight kissed our skin Running through the sprinklers laughing Listening to the song Talking about life Where did you go? I miss you. I see you But no longer know you Longing for Peter Pan To pick me up Fly me away To better times Places And my friend

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Everything around me is gray People phase in and out Friends just kinda are there Your family stands in the background Like an old, grainy, black and white picture Rain falls in time with your tears Who can tell you're even there Like a ghost you flit in and out of life A spectator to everything Participant in nothing Life just seems...kind of bland

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Jan 6, 2017

Jan 6, 2017 at 4:15 PM UTC

Bland

Everything around me is gray People phase in and out Friends just kinda are there Your family stands in the background Like an old, grainy, black and white picture Rain falls in time with your tears Who can tell you're even there Like a ghost you flit in and out of life A spectator to everything Participant in nothing Life just seems...kind of bland

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I think of Him Of what He has done for me He brought me up when I was down He Comforted me Never abandoned me So this This is my poem Of Thanks

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Nov 3, 2016

Nov 3, 2016 at 9:21 PM UTC

Praise

I think of Him Of what He has done for me He brought me up when I was down He Comforted me Never abandoned me So this This is my poem Of Thanks

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Rain drops Cookie dough 1/5 2/5 red 1/5 blue 1/5 eccentric esoteric bippity boppity boo everybody clap your hands supercalifragilisticexpialidocious Quite atrocious Horrid calamity GADGETRY Tragedy To Infinity, and BEYOND This is my Nonsensical Whimsical Fickle Erratic Lewis Carroll like Dumbledore Approved Because I can Poem. And that's that

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Oct 2, 2016

Oct 2, 2016 at 2:54 PM UTC

My nonsensical, whimsical, because I can poem

Rain drops Cookie dough 1/5 2/5 red 1/5 blue 1/5 eccentric esoteric bippity boppity boo everybody clap your hands supercalifragilisticexpialidocious Quite atrocious Horrid calamity GADGETRY Tragedy To Infinity, and BEYOND This is my Nonsensical Whimsical Fickle Erratic Lewis Carroll like Dumbledore Approved Because I can Poem. And that's that

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Once upon a time or "Once upon a Midnight Dreary As I pondered Weak and Weary" I thought of life and of a great many things I thought of who I thought he was He charmed me And half the other girls My best friend was right I didn't listen I could only think maybe just maybe I could finally have a chance at what seemed everyone else had I was wrong Dreadfully wrong He told me stories of what he "Used" to be I was blinded I didn't think of consequences He charmed me and when I couldn't be with him He dropped me Not a few days later I find he is with someone else He never liked me He fooled me But I thank him For he opened my eyes That maybe, someone else cared for me Someone who wouldn't just flatter and move on Somone who I didn't see until now And surprisingly this boy When he came and went Gave me hope

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Oct 2, 2016

Oct 2, 2016 at 12:15 PM UTC

When you thought he was right

Once upon a time or "Once upon a Midnight Dreary As I pondered Weak and Weary" I thought of life and of a great many things I thought of who I thought he was He charmed me And half the other girls My best friend was right I didn't listen I could only think maybe just maybe I could finally have a chance at what seemed everyone else had I was wrong Dreadfully wrong He told me stories of what he "Used" to be I was blinded I didn't think of consequences He charmed me and when I couldn't be with him He dropped me Not a few days later I find he is with someone else He never liked me He fooled me But I thank him For he opened my eyes That maybe, someone else cared for me Someone who wouldn't just flatter and move on Somone who I didn't see until now And surprisingly this boy When he came and went Gave me hope

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Crimson Gold Bold Oranges Crisp, clean air The remains of Summer A short, quick breath of Winter Warm hoodies Those crunchy leaves The brightly painted sky Smells of spices Apple cider Dressing up Free candy Autumn

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Sep 28, 2016

Sep 28, 2016 at 11:19 PM UTC

Autumn

Crimson Gold Bold Oranges Crisp, clean air The remains of Summer A short, quick breath of Winter Warm hoodies Those crunchy leaves The brightly painted sky Smells of spices Apple cider Dressing up Free candy Autumn

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The Rabbit Hole, for me is not a place that people normally think it is It's apartment complex doesn't hold Mary Jane The Golden Girls or Aunt Nora Nor does it serve biker's coffee or electric Kool-Aid It doesn't powder their doughnuts with angel dust No, it isn't for me But my rabbit hole is hell enough for me My rabbit hole houses an angry mother a disappointed father Friends who stare, but don't speak It serves missing assignments I swore I did A cup full of stress, fresh from 5 months ago A glass half empty with tears And I can't escape I'm stuck there With chains round my ankles Every mistake adds another one Pulled tighter by the people housed there Freedoms lost And the top of the rabbit hole closes

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Sep 28, 2016

Sep 28, 2016 at 7:04 PM UTC

Down The Rabbit Hole

The Rabbit Hole, for me is not a place that people normally think it is It's apartment complex doesn't hold Mary Jane The Golden Girls or Aunt Nora Nor does it serve biker's coffee or electric Kool-Aid It doesn't powder their doughnuts with angel dust No, it isn't for me But my rabbit hole is hell enough for me My rabbit hole houses an angry mother a disappointed father Friends who stare, but don't speak It serves missing assignments I swore I did A cup full of stress, fresh from 5 months ago A glass half empty with tears And I can't escape I'm stuck there With chains round my ankles Every mistake adds another one Pulled tighter by the people housed there Freedoms lost And the top of the rabbit hole closes

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