cecily - Hello Poetry

It feels like yesterday when you greeted me a good day We can hear the raindrops from outside, yet you still asked me " is it raining? " It feels like yesterday I was smiling the whole day thinking if you really want an answer or you just want to talk to this stranger? Yet you never knew.. that I've always been attracted to you and everyday I just want to have a glimpse of you I admit, I like you You come at me, Losing composure, my heart flutters I don't know what to do I feel like I was falling into you deeply I cannot undo I thought you would fall for me too but then one night, I was staring at nowhere asking, thinking... what happened to you? What happened to the feelings we knew? it was there almost blossoming but you stop watering It feels like yesterday when you greeted me a good day I can hear the raindrops from outside and I am asking myself is it raining... or is it my eyes ?

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Aug 14, 2019

Aug 14, 2019 at 2:47 AM UTC

cecily

I don't want to be your almost

It feels like yesterday when you greeted me a good day We can hear the raindrops from outside, yet you still asked me " is it raining? " It feels like yesterday I was smiling the whole day thinking if you really want an answer or you just want to talk to this stranger? Yet you never knew.. that I've always been attracted to you and everyday I just want to have a glimpse of you I admit, I like you You come at me, Losing composure, my heart flutters I don't know what to do I feel like I was falling into you deeply I cannot undo I thought you would fall for me too but then one night, I was staring at nowhere asking, thinking... what happened to you? What happened to the feelings we knew? it was there almost blossoming but you stop watering It feels like yesterday when you greeted me a good day I can hear the raindrops from outside and I am asking myself is it raining... or is it my eyes ?

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I wonder what they wonder These people same my age I wonder how they think Is it deep like my depth? or maybe I'm just an old soul trapped in a young body

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Aug 14, 2019

Aug 14, 2019 at 12:32 AM UTC

cecily

unfathomable

I wonder what they wonder These people same my age I wonder how they think Is it deep like my depth? or maybe I'm just an old soul trapped in a young body

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It is because of you my Love, that I have mistook this Earth for Heaven ..

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cecily

Aug 14, 2019

Aug 14, 2019 at 12:20 AM UTC

jlouis333

Is this Heaven?

It is because of you my Love, that I have mistook this Earth for Heaven ..

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Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size But when I start to tell them, They think I'm telling lies. I say, It's in the reach of my arms The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. I walk into a room Just as cool as you please, And to a man, The fellows stand or Fall down on their knees. Then they swarm around me, A hive of honey bees. I say, It's the fire in my eyes, And the flash of my teeth, The swing in my waist, And the joy in my feet. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. Men themselves have wondered What they see in me. They try so much But they can't touch My inner mystery. When I try to show them They say they still can't see. I say, It's in the arch of my back, The sun of my smile, The ride of my ******* The grace of my style. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. Now you understand Just why my head's not bowed. I don't shout or jump about Or have to talk real loud. When you see me passing It ought to make you proud. I say, It's in the click of my heels, The bend of my hair, the palm of my hand, The need of my care, 'Cause I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me.

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cecily

Aug 13, 2019

Aug 13, 2019 at 11:21 PM UTC

Maya Angelou

Phenomenal Woman

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size But when I start to tell them, They think I'm telling lies. I say, It's in the reach of my arms The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. I walk into a room Just as cool as you please, And to a man, The fellows stand or Fall down on their knees. Then they swarm around me, A hive of honey bees. I say, It's the fire in my eyes, And the flash of my teeth, The swing in my waist, And the joy in my feet. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. Men themselves have wondered What they see in me. They try so much But they can't touch My inner mystery. When I try to show them They say they still can't see. I say, It's in the arch of my back, The sun of my smile, The ride of my ******* The grace of my style. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. Now you understand Just why my head's not bowed. I don't shout or jump about Or have to talk real loud. When you see me passing It ought to make you proud. I say, It's in the click of my heels, The bend of my hair, the palm of my hand, The need of my care, 'Cause I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me.

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A free bird leaps on the back Of the wind and floats downstream Till the current ends and dips his wing In the orange suns rays And dares to claim the sky. But a BIRD that stalks down his narrow cage Can seldom see through his bars of rage His wings are clipped and his feet are tied So he opens his throat to sing. The caged bird sings with a fearful trill Of things unknown but longed for still And his tune is heard on the distant hill for The caged bird sings of freedom. The free bird thinks of another breeze And the trade winds soft through The sighing trees And the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright Lawn and he names the sky his own. But a caged BIRD stands on the grave of dreams His shadow shouts on a nightmare scream His wings are clipped and his feet are tied So he opens his throat to sing. The caged bird sings with A fearful trill of things unknown But longed for still and his Tune is heard on the distant hill For the caged bird sings of freedom.

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cecily

Aug 13, 2019

Aug 13, 2019 at 11:06 PM UTC

Maya Angelou

I know why the caged bird sings

A free bird leaps on the back Of the wind and floats downstream Till the current ends and dips his wing In the orange suns rays And dares to claim the sky. But a BIRD that stalks down his narrow cage Can seldom see through his bars of rage His wings are clipped and his feet are tied So he opens his throat to sing. The caged bird sings with a fearful trill Of things unknown but longed for still And his tune is heard on the distant hill for The caged bird sings of freedom. The free bird thinks of another breeze And the trade winds soft through The sighing trees And the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright Lawn and he names the sky his own. But a caged BIRD stands on the grave of dreams His shadow shouts on a nightmare scream His wings are clipped and his feet are tied So he opens his throat to sing. The caged bird sings with A fearful trill of things unknown But longed for still and his Tune is heard on the distant hill For the caged bird sings of freedom.

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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.

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cecily

Aug 13, 2019

Aug 13, 2019 at 10:57 PM UTC

Robert Frost

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.

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288 I’m Nobody! Who are you? Are you—Nobody—Too? Then there’s a pair of us! Don’t tell! they’d advertise—you know! How dreary—to be—Somebody! How public—like a Frog— To tell one’s name—the livelong June— To an admiring Bog!

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cecily

Aug 13, 2019

Aug 13, 2019 at 10:24 PM UTC

Emily Dickinson

I’m Nobody! Who are you?

288 I’m Nobody! Who are you? Are you—Nobody—Too? Then there’s a pair of us! Don’t tell! they’d advertise—you know! How dreary—to be—Somebody! How public—like a Frog— To tell one’s name—the livelong June— To an admiring Bog!

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1277 While we were fearing it, it came— But came with less of fear Because that fearing it so long Had almost made it fair— There is a Fitting—a Dismay— A Fitting—a Despair ’Tis harder knowing it is Due Than knowing it is Here. They Trying on the Utmost The Morning it is new Is Terribler than wearing it A whole existence through.

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cecily

Aug 13, 2019

Aug 13, 2019 at 10:21 PM UTC

Emily Dickinson

While we were fearing it, it came—

1277 While we were fearing it, it came— But came with less of fear Because that fearing it so long Had almost made it fair— There is a Fitting—a Dismay— A Fitting—a Despair ’Tis harder knowing it is Due Than knowing it is Here. They Trying on the Utmost The Morning it is new Is Terribler than wearing it A whole existence through.

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