hannah-j-strauss - Hello Poetry

Here I have loved Here I have lost Onto greener pastures I go I'd like you to follow @hannah_strauss_poetry Is where I will be waiting for you Eagerly. :)

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Jan 11, 2020

Jan 11, 2020 at 5:29 PM UTC

hannah-j-strauss

Growing Pains

Here I have loved Here I have lost Onto greener pastures I go I'd like you to follow @hannah_strauss_poetry Is where I will be waiting for you Eagerly. :)

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Perfectly tuned keys step out into the world Dance down the canals of my ears. Float into the blank vision of peace And disappear like smoke before the next note falls. Lashings of rain sound like popcorn on the creaky tin roof And between cloud-washed sunshine The wind sings its own song through the skies. Its voice is familiar but always forgotten. Cold creeps in, fog around my ankles. Silence crushes around me, an ocean collapsing. Music fulfills me, I am becoming. Until the last key is played.

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Dec 29, 2019

Dec 29, 2019 at 10:01 PM UTC

hannah-j-strauss

Last of the Days

Perfectly tuned keys step out into the world Dance down the canals of my ears. Float into the blank vision of peace And disappear like smoke before the next note falls. Lashings of rain sound like popcorn on the creaky tin roof And between cloud-washed sunshine The wind sings its own song through the skies. Its voice is familiar but always forgotten. Cold creeps in, fog around my ankles. Silence crushes around me, an ocean collapsing. Music fulfills me, I am becoming. Until the last key is played.

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Little spider on the wall. Tell me, do see the love? Tell me, do you feel the fear? Little spider and the wall, tell me, is our love, love at all? Was it meant to be? Little spider on the wall Is he a man you ask? No, he is so much more. Am I women you ask? No, I could be so much more. Little spider on the wall I turn a round and you are gone Where you even there at all?

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Dec 23, 2019

Dec 23, 2019 at 7:53 PM UTC

hannah-j-strauss

Little Spider On The Wall

Little spider on the wall. Tell me, do see the love? Tell me, do you feel the fear? Little spider and the wall, tell me, is our love, love at all? Was it meant to be? Little spider on the wall Is he a man you ask? No, he is so much more. Am I women you ask? No, I could be so much more. Little spider on the wall I turn a round and you are gone Where you even there at all?

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My eyes are brown, like molasses. Or cinnamon... It depends how the sun shines. They are not bright. They do not glimmer. They are not oceans or stars or green like emeralds. My eyes are brown, like a deer's. Big and round... They are innocent and can't scare anyone. They are warm. The sun turns them molten. They are kind and soft. I wish I had blue eyes... To pierce into the minds of others and leave my impression. To be memorable for the brightness in my face. To be feared for the fury in my gaze. I wish I had blue eyes... So I could be part of the "pretty" club. So I had an entire section of adjectives to describe them. So I was special. But I have brown eyes, and that will have to do.

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Dec 16, 2019

Dec 16, 2019 at 7:30 PM UTC

hannah-j-strauss

My eyes are brown

My eyes are brown, like molasses. Or cinnamon... It depends how the sun shines. They are not bright. They do not glimmer. They are not oceans or stars or green like emeralds. My eyes are brown, like a deer's. Big and round... They are innocent and can't scare anyone. They are warm. The sun turns them molten. They are kind and soft. I wish I had blue eyes... To pierce into the minds of others and leave my impression. To be memorable for the brightness in my face. To be feared for the fury in my gaze. I wish I had blue eyes... So I could be part of the "pretty" club. So I had an entire section of adjectives to describe them. So I was special. But I have brown eyes, and that will have to do.

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I wake up before my phone's buzz, because I am SO excited to be alive. I wake up and love just fills every pore and thought. I wake up and the world is lucky to have me in it today! Notifications let me know I was missed. Birds sing good morning to me! The spiders have spun, "hello friend" above my head. My hair looks great, soft and shining. My smile is broader than the horizon of possibilties. My eyes are gleaming with potential. Every outfit clings to me in awe. My makeup does little. My voice would make Enya cry. Today I am a masterpiece of the universe. Today I am a living God. Today I am cosmically great.

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Dec 12, 2019

Dec 12, 2019 at 9:12 PM UTC

hannah-j-strauss

Cosmically Great

I wake up before my phone's buzz, because I am SO excited to be alive. I wake up and love just fills every pore and thought. I wake up and the world is lucky to have me in it today! Notifications let me know I was missed. Birds sing good morning to me! The spiders have spun, "hello friend" above my head. My hair looks great, soft and shining. My smile is broader than the horizon of possibilties. My eyes are gleaming with potential. Every outfit clings to me in awe. My makeup does little. My voice would make Enya cry. Today I am a masterpiece of the universe. Today I am a living God. Today I am cosmically great.

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This summer is different. The sun warms stiff wintery bones just right. The winds brush through my hair like fingers. The water laughs and plays like children around me. This summer is different. The rain is heavy like my favourite coat. The trees are taller than I remember. The days are never long enough. This summer is different. I am alone for the first time. It is so quiet; I can now hear my body speak to me. This time, I will listen.

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Dec 11, 2019

Dec 11, 2019 at 6:37 PM UTC

hannah-j-strauss

This Summer Is Different

This summer is different. The sun warms stiff wintery bones just right. The winds brush through my hair like fingers. The water laughs and plays like children around me. This summer is different. The rain is heavy like my favourite coat. The trees are taller than I remember. The days are never long enough. This summer is different. I am alone for the first time. It is so quiet; I can now hear my body speak to me. This time, I will listen.

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You know when you argue with someone and you see the brickwall? Behind their eyes it builds, and your words crumpling against it. And you bang your voice at the cement cracks between thier stubborness and it comes back raw. When you smash your fists against the jagged rock begging for them to just SEE! Pleading for them to understand... And your knuckles come away broken and ****** And you've lost before anything really begun.

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Nov 24, 2019

Nov 24, 2019 at 11:14 PM UTC

hannah-j-strauss

Frustration and Anger

You know when you argue with someone and you see the brickwall? Behind their eyes it builds, and your words crumpling against it. And you bang your voice at the cement cracks between thier stubborness and it comes back raw. When you smash your fists against the jagged rock begging for them to just SEE! Pleading for them to understand... And your knuckles come away broken and ****** And you've lost before anything really begun.

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Tell me I will last Anyone will last And I will greet you with a laugh Mortal and cold Like the dawn of each new day Every minute growing old All will wither All will die All will fade Will not last Or outlast time Truth be told Noone will survive the youngest youth Just as none will surpass the timeless old This is the Morbid Truth I hold

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hannah-j-strauss

Nov 24, 2019

Nov 24, 2019 at 6:51 PM UTC

colmistoirm

The Morbid Truth

Tell me I will last Anyone will last And I will greet you with a laugh Mortal and cold Like the dawn of each new day Every minute growing old All will wither All will die All will fade Will not last Or outlast time Truth be told Noone will survive the youngest youth Just as none will surpass the timeless old This is the Morbid Truth I hold

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I don’t want to be a princess. I prefer to be a wall or a shoulder that some one can lean on I don’t want to be spoiled I want to fight Get dirt on my clothes Clean them search more fail more know more see everything Try everything I want to share the road With some one Running not carried I want to look behind And see MY footprints.

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hannah-j-strauss

Sep 24, 2019

Sep 24, 2019 at 6:09 PM UTC

Aurora201

Don’t call me a princess

I don’t want to be a princess. I prefer to be a wall or a shoulder that some one can lean on I don’t want to be spoiled I want to fight Get dirt on my clothes Clean them search more fail more know more see everything Try everything I want to share the road With some one Running not carried I want to look behind And see MY footprints.

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The value of food is completely unknown until the hunger sets in. I can say the same for love. –Ron Gavalik

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hannah-j-strauss

Sep 24, 2019

Sep 24, 2019 at 6:08 PM UTC

ron-gavalik

The Gist

The value of food is completely unknown until the hunger sets in. I can say the same for love. –Ron Gavalik

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