edoardo-alaimo - Hello Poetry

He was given a second chance At what cost? He was ready To deliver a blazing Punch The most powerful Punch But was afraid, Tired, depressed could not deliver Why? Why so weak? Why was the world against him? He chased a dream so much, And was of himself so full, stubborn, and deaf That he was left with A lot of nothing At that point He did what was best To keep himself alive That is, To defend his treasure And to die for those whom he loved. Rather than die a nobody. He smiled. And lives through his little brother's mind, Immortal. For love is the warmest flame possible And will never perish

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Oct 30, 2025

Oct 30, 2025 at 5:59 PM UTC

edoardo-alaimo

Ace

He was given a second chance At what cost? He was ready To deliver a blazing Punch The most powerful Punch But was afraid, Tired, depressed could not deliver Why? Why so weak? Why was the world against him? He chased a dream so much, And was of himself so full, stubborn, and deaf That he was left with A lot of nothing At that point He did what was best To keep himself alive That is, To defend his treasure And to die for those whom he loved. Rather than die a nobody. He smiled. And lives through his little brother's mind, Immortal. For love is the warmest flame possible And will never perish

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This is not meant to be a poem. Never delete what you were. Even though it doesn't reflect your current being. You must be proud of what you were because it got you until now and it prepared you. It gave you the tools. It WAS you and hence it IS still you. Never be ashamed of the love you felt and gave. Instead. Grow in love and grow the love. And if things did not go the best possible way. Well. What even is the best possible way? Things went the only way possible. You learn from what happens and live the way you think is best for you. Maybe learning from mistakes too. There are no true immortal beings, but immortal are the feelings we feel and the ideas that we bring to others. This is because ideas and feelings will move through generations as long as someone is willing to talk about them. Share them. Write them. And speak about them with other people. This is magic. I guess that's all.

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Jan 2, 2025

Jan 2, 2025 at 11:18 AM UTC

edoardo-alaimo

To Immortality

This is not meant to be a poem. Never delete what you were. Even though it doesn't reflect your current being. You must be proud of what you were because it got you until now and it prepared you. It gave you the tools. It WAS you and hence it IS still you. Never be ashamed of the love you felt and gave. Instead. Grow in love and grow the love. And if things did not go the best possible way. Well. What even is the best possible way? Things went the only way possible. You learn from what happens and live the way you think is best for you. Maybe learning from mistakes too. There are no true immortal beings, but immortal are the feelings we feel and the ideas that we bring to others. This is because ideas and feelings will move through generations as long as someone is willing to talk about them. Share them. Write them. And speak about them with other people. This is magic. I guess that's all.

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Non é l'istruzione Non sono gli oggetti A fare un uomo, Se stesso. É come vive l'ora, Cosa fa con gli altri; Ció che condivide; L'intenzione con cui lo fa, La voglia; La personalitá, il mistero, la magia, la forza... Di amare ogni istante

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Dec 2, 2024

Dec 2, 2024 at 2:56 PM UTC

edoardo-alaimo

A fare un uomo

Non é l'istruzione Non sono gli oggetti A fare un uomo, Se stesso. É come vive l'ora, Cosa fa con gli altri; Ció che condivide; L'intenzione con cui lo fa, La voglia; La personalitá, il mistero, la magia, la forza... Di amare ogni istante

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It begins With fiery jokes about Canada And your hair, blazing, untamed Is it maybe your stunning mind I am simmering, 180 degrees Perhaps it is the cookies we bake, The stories we share, the laughter we shape With such SERIOUS faces I could look at you for hours. Your beauty defies all words But it's not even that — Your charm and confidence — you wear them like a crown —I know it must hurt It could be your ambition That I truly love so much This burning sensation is so strange I know you won't like this, but This love, like wine, leaves me soaked, spinning, dizzy I am just not used to this— I've never wanted anybody to feel so good in life But it is what I want for you I feel so free, You are too — You know the moon is free falling too

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Nov 26, 2024

Nov 26, 2024 at 1:39 PM UTC

edoardo-alaimo

πάντα ῥεῖ

It begins With fiery jokes about Canada And your hair, blazing, untamed Is it maybe your stunning mind I am simmering, 180 degrees Perhaps it is the cookies we bake, The stories we share, the laughter we shape With such SERIOUS faces I could look at you for hours. Your beauty defies all words But it's not even that — Your charm and confidence — you wear them like a crown —I know it must hurt It could be your ambition That I truly love so much This burning sensation is so strange I know you won't like this, but This love, like wine, leaves me soaked, spinning, dizzy I am just not used to this— I've never wanted anybody to feel so good in life But it is what I want for you I feel so free, You are too — You know the moon is free falling too

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We chose to be caught, Swirling in this vortex, With our crystalline eyes Closed, or open— innocence, violence. I remember clearly, A flirt. A touch. A kiss. I flew with my mind, I loved it wet— but you couldn’t love it then, you couldn't even hate it, you hate it now, looking back We found ourselves Spinning in the spiral Of something we chose— It was our own will, Unbreakable by anyone, though it had happened before: you were torn apart like paper. and now you are here, gluing with gold the shattered pieces Of the beautiful being you are, Of the beautiful thing you swear to be, Of the beautiful child you see, When you look into the mirror With your eyes wide open.

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Oct 6, 2024

Oct 6, 2024 at 7:01 PM UTC

edoardo-alaimo

Wet Vortex

We chose to be caught, Swirling in this vortex, With our crystalline eyes Closed, or open— innocence, violence. I remember clearly, A flirt. A touch. A kiss. I flew with my mind, I loved it wet— but you couldn’t love it then, you couldn't even hate it, you hate it now, looking back We found ourselves Spinning in the spiral Of something we chose— It was our own will, Unbreakable by anyone, though it had happened before: you were torn apart like paper. and now you are here, gluing with gold the shattered pieces Of the beautiful being you are, Of the beautiful thing you swear to be, Of the beautiful child you see, When you look into the mirror With your eyes wide open.

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‎ ‎ At some point, I felt time just i c k i n g

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Jun 20, 2024

Jun 20, 2024 at 12:31 PM UTC

edoardo-alaimo

Tic Tac

‎ ‎ At some point, I felt time just i c k i n g

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Come nebbia, Nebbia sparsa Che divien acqua, Poi torrente, E poi per sempre E forte e rapida e turbolenta Cui vien la vita, la gioia, i colori Il nostro scopo é Ma non era niente

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May 9, 2024

May 9, 2024 at 1:06 AM UTC

edoardo-alaimo

Come nebbia

Come nebbia, Nebbia sparsa Che divien acqua, Poi torrente, E poi per sempre E forte e rapida e turbolenta Cui vien la vita, la gioia, i colori Il nostro scopo é Ma non era niente

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I hadn't expected someone there already before me. Only lonely men come here I heard him through my heavy breath lonely with nothing and everything. Down there was the sea rumbling faintly with the froths painting themselves on the shore like a sketch in a child's drawing book. Height does amazing tricks, the man continued, *makes you feel invincible stimulates you to be ****** into gravity to fall as light as the feather.* The dusk was wrapping up the light when I remembered having promised her not to be late to descend. There's a man up there, I told the gateman, Nope, he said, you were the only guest this evening.

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edoardo-alaimo

Apr 10, 2024

Apr 10, 2024 at 8:52 AM UTC

pradip-chattopadhyay

Feather of Galileo

I hadn't expected someone there already before me. Only lonely men come here I heard him through my heavy breath lonely with nothing and everything. Down there was the sea rumbling faintly with the froths painting themselves on the shore like a sketch in a child's drawing book. Height does amazing tricks, the man continued, *makes you feel invincible stimulates you to be ****** into gravity to fall as light as the feather.* The dusk was wrapping up the light when I remembered having promised her not to be late to descend. There's a man up there, I told the gateman, Nope, he said, you were the only guest this evening.

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Like mist, Sparse, Becoming water, and then a river, and going forever And strong and fast and turbulent, growing life and joy and colors, Our purpose is, and was never.

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Apr 4, 2024

Apr 4, 2024 at 5:16 PM UTC

edoardo-alaimo

Like mist

Like mist, Sparse, Becoming water, and then a river, and going forever And strong and fast and turbulent, growing life and joy and colors, Our purpose is, and was never.

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