loozy - Hello Poetry

warmth-filled homes, laughter Brown, hennaed hands Night of the Moon Lanterns in the sky Eid Mubarak.

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Mar 28, 2025

Mar 28, 2025 at 3:18 PM UTC

warmth-filled homes, laughter Brown, hennaed hands Night of the Moon Lanterns in the sky Eid Mubarak.

The tears exclaimed pain which mouth could never explain heart flooding with memories brain turned off, feel no ail someone's staring, with disdain Face in the mirror; ugly and stained.

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Mar 28, 2025

Mar 28, 2025 at 3:12 PM UTC

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The tears exclaimed pain which mouth could never explain heart flooding with memories brain turned off, feel no ail someone's staring, with disdain Face in the mirror; ugly and stained.

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gone stargazing holding hands damp grass underfoot smell of wet soil satisfied smiles but really; I'm looking at them through your eyes

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Mar 28, 2025

Mar 28, 2025 at 3:01 PM UTC

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gone stargazing holding hands damp grass underfoot smell of wet soil satisfied smiles but really; I'm looking at them through your eyes

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Wrapped in a cloak I see your shining face guide me by the hand through life's darkest phase Wash me off my evils you made me pure be it rebirth or repent you've got all my gratitude for ever more Getting on my knees It would've been so undoable without you I take your hand to kiss it, but you vanish

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Feb 26, 2025

Feb 26, 2025 at 3:27 PM UTC

guidance

Wrapped in a cloak I see your shining face guide me by the hand through life's darkest phase Wash me off my evils you made me pure be it rebirth or repent you've got all my gratitude for ever more Getting on my knees It would've been so undoable without you I take your hand to kiss it, but you vanish

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This is not a poem, but I wanted to say that I won't be posting for a while because my 4 year-long friendship with a friend passed away in a car crash and it's going to take me some time to get over it because he was the closest friend I have ever had.

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Feb 22, 2025

Feb 22, 2025 at 12:07 PM UTC

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This is not a poem, but I wanted to say that I won't be posting for a while because my 4 year-long friendship with a friend passed away in a car crash and it's going to take me some time to get over it because he was the closest friend I have ever had.

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Congrats, you survived so long. Life is difficult. Shown bravery, you!

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Feb 22, 2025

Feb 22, 2025 at 11:59 AM UTC

Kudos to you

Congrats, you survived so long. Life is difficult. Shown bravery, you!

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He stood tall, Long misunderstood; no thought at all of sentiment or brotherhood He was a hero, you see He bore no pain at all, or thought so thee And at the chime of a clock He jumped off the dock And bore no pain again. He saved you from drowning But you didn't save him For not your thought would have thought that there was pain boring, in him.

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Feb 22, 2025

Feb 22, 2025 at 11:57 AM UTC

Misunderstood

He stood tall, Long misunderstood; no thought at all of sentiment or brotherhood He was a hero, you see He bore no pain at all, or thought so thee And at the chime of a clock He jumped off the dock And bore no pain again. He saved you from drowning But you didn't save him For not your thought would have thought that there was pain boring, in him.

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You know as you lie, on the bedspread, the wood creaks in distress, while the springs squeal in protest, where dreams find their way to your empty head. While you lie still, with ignorance and disrespect. You know as you admire, your empty headspace the mirror's eye strongly so wishes to go far far away as though it fears if you stare too long the linger of your spectre will forever taint its gaze and be the source of its nightmares till the end of time too long. You know you bully the ears of your victims with your voice so unpleasant to make deaf people grateful, for once. Of your vocals so poor your ears wish they could tear themselves apart for this torture so painful and seemingly so endless as you go on and on and never know how to stop. You know the oxygen curses you as it gets pulled into your lungs through your disgraceful nostrils ensuring your livelihood always so unwanted It blows fires big and strong just for once, for once, longing you to inhale some of THAT instead so that it wouldn't waste itself away with you. So maybe, just maybe, If you succumb, to correct these qualities so uncalled for, your existence might be something worth for.

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Feb 22, 2025

Feb 22, 2025 at 11:54 AM UTC

Poem of Insults

You know as you lie, on the bedspread, the wood creaks in distress, while the springs squeal in protest, where dreams find their way to your empty head. While you lie still, with ignorance and disrespect. You know as you admire, your empty headspace the mirror's eye strongly so wishes to go far far away as though it fears if you stare too long the linger of your spectre will forever taint its gaze and be the source of its nightmares till the end of time too long. You know you bully the ears of your victims with your voice so unpleasant to make deaf people grateful, for once. Of your vocals so poor your ears wish they could tear themselves apart for this torture so painful and seemingly so endless as you go on and on and never know how to stop. You know the oxygen curses you as it gets pulled into your lungs through your disgraceful nostrils ensuring your livelihood always so unwanted It blows fires big and strong just for once, for once, longing you to inhale some of THAT instead so that it wouldn't waste itself away with you. So maybe, just maybe, If you succumb, to correct these qualities so uncalled for, your existence might be something worth for.

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"Ack," I expressed my annoyance, as the tip of the pencil, broke and rolled away for what seemed like the millionth time. At first I thought that "I wasn't even-" putting much pressure, right? "Maybe the pencil's just weak." But then I wondered with the voice of my heart, if my parents would wonder the same exact thing, with the exact same annoyance, if I broke and went away like that. But unlike them, hopefully I'll know what I did wrong.

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Feb 22, 2025

Feb 22, 2025 at 11:35 AM UTC

Aware

"Ack," I expressed my annoyance, as the tip of the pencil, broke and rolled away for what seemed like the millionth time. At first I thought that "I wasn't even-" putting much pressure, right? "Maybe the pencil's just weak." But then I wondered with the voice of my heart, if my parents would wonder the same exact thing, with the exact same annoyance, if I broke and went away like that. But unlike them, hopefully I'll know what I did wrong.

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She said, "Look at her, she's so pretty!" I thought, "Is she?" So I looked and looked, At the deep, dark ocean in her eyes, Like anyone would voluntarily drown in them. At the luscious, dark lashes overshadowing her eyes. At the adorable little nose of a snub, which most could only wish for. At the plump, firm lips, which reminds me of tulips At the fair, fair skin and the thick black curtain cascading like a blanket down her back. But all I saw was the lone in the ocean, the dark beneath her eyes, the heaviness of her frown and the tense of her shoulders. Which, I am sure, I'm the only one who noticed Of course I did, I have been looking at her all my life. She is me.

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Feb 22, 2025

Feb 22, 2025 at 11:31 AM UTC

Beautiful Me

She said, "Look at her, she's so pretty!" I thought, "Is she?" So I looked and looked, At the deep, dark ocean in her eyes, Like anyone would voluntarily drown in them. At the luscious, dark lashes overshadowing her eyes. At the adorable little nose of a snub, which most could only wish for. At the plump, firm lips, which reminds me of tulips At the fair, fair skin and the thick black curtain cascading like a blanket down her back. But all I saw was the lone in the ocean, the dark beneath her eyes, the heaviness of her frown and the tense of her shoulders. Which, I am sure, I'm the only one who noticed Of course I did, I have been looking at her all my life. She is me.

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