rdr - Hello Poetry

Washed by the wave of uncertainty Are lost words of love written in the sands of time I hoped to have the words to say To get back to where we were one day But thorns for lips seem to hold me back. The whispering words of patience come sweeping by Moon lit low tide extends with relief Soon overcome with belief With glimmers of hope from the past So Perhaps the words of love in the sand will last Again and again words are washed by a wave Yet with some luck there can be to save So lay in the sand there is a chance That with some hope there is still romance.

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Mar 19, 2015

Mar 19, 2015 at 6:17 PM UTC

waves of uncertainty

Washed by the wave of uncertainty Are lost words of love written in the sands of time I hoped to have the words to say To get back to where we were one day But thorns for lips seem to hold me back. The whispering words of patience come sweeping by Moon lit low tide extends with relief Soon overcome with belief With glimmers of hope from the past So Perhaps the words of love in the sand will last Again and again words are washed by a wave Yet with some luck there can be to save So lay in the sand there is a chance That with some hope there is still romance.

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I never thought I’d have trouble Finding the words to say Yet, here I am and try as a I may I’m still having a hard time feeling this way So each day I write to convey That I hope you will decide to stay Through the shroud of rain That hopefully hid the pain I hid my heart that I felt was slain So I kept a guarded heart for so long And if I could I would sing a song But I can’t so now I write And for the first time I think I’ll fight Because this just feels right

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Mar 19, 2015

Mar 19, 2015 at 6:16 PM UTC

So I Write

I never thought I’d have trouble Finding the words to say Yet, here I am and try as a I may I’m still having a hard time feeling this way So each day I write to convey That I hope you will decide to stay Through the shroud of rain That hopefully hid the pain I hid my heart that I felt was slain So I kept a guarded heart for so long And if I could I would sing a song But I can’t so now I write And for the first time I think I’ll fight Because this just feels right

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Is lasting love merely an ambiguous disguise? Is a goodnight kiss a shroud of hope? Does the unknowing ever really want to confront the truth?

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Mar 16, 2015

Mar 16, 2015 at 5:18 PM UTC

three questions

Is lasting love merely an ambiguous disguise? Is a goodnight kiss a shroud of hope? Does the unknowing ever really want to confront the truth?

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The beauty of her when she leaves is of such elegance that one is locked into a sense of aww. She has left with such vibrancy, and with one look back: one last brief smile, she steps off beyond the horizon. Yet, even when she is gone and the dark of the night has set in there is still the sunrise to look forward to. For the morning rise of her quietly colorful kiss is the greatest of feelings, and could warm even the coldest of chills. There is no doubt that the sun rises and sets each day, so she will be there always. Even though there may be fog to fight through or a storm to weather she still rises proud and as elegant as ever. So once again we are basking in the beauty of togetherness.

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Mar 16, 2015

Mar 16, 2015 at 4:38 PM UTC

When she leaves

The beauty of her when she leaves is of such elegance that one is locked into a sense of aww. She has left with such vibrancy, and with one look back: one last brief smile, she steps off beyond the horizon. Yet, even when she is gone and the dark of the night has set in there is still the sunrise to look forward to. For the morning rise of her quietly colorful kiss is the greatest of feelings, and could warm even the coldest of chills. There is no doubt that the sun rises and sets each day, so she will be there always. Even though there may be fog to fight through or a storm to weather she still rises proud and as elegant as ever. So once again we are basking in the beauty of togetherness.

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The safety felt wrapped in arms Arms, entwined as a ripe wild grape vine around the body of a strong oak Lying in the sheets of a cool summer breeze Body kissed tan by the sun And cheek bones like a marsh rose The most perfect July sunset could not do this beauty justice. With hair that flows like a brisk autumn breeze through bronze autumn leaves Sugar maple red lips sweeter then thanksgiving pie Feelings strong like the tallest tree Feelings stronger when with thee. Fingers tracing thy beautiful body like ice skates that figure eight around and around A smile that could brighten even the darkest days of winter And twinkling eyes like stars in a clear December sky. Bright fresh feelings of spring sprout with every meeting wildflower fields could not compete with such elegance An Apple blossom beauty, with water Lilly grace. Her beauty is like four seasons.

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Mar 2, 2015

Mar 2, 2015 at 4:46 PM UTC

beauty like four seasons

The safety felt wrapped in arms Arms, entwined as a ripe wild grape vine around the body of a strong oak Lying in the sheets of a cool summer breeze Body kissed tan by the sun And cheek bones like a marsh rose The most perfect July sunset could not do this beauty justice. With hair that flows like a brisk autumn breeze through bronze autumn leaves Sugar maple red lips sweeter then thanksgiving pie Feelings strong like the tallest tree Feelings stronger when with thee. Fingers tracing thy beautiful body like ice skates that figure eight around and around A smile that could brighten even the darkest days of winter And twinkling eyes like stars in a clear December sky. Bright fresh feelings of spring sprout with every meeting wildflower fields could not compete with such elegance An Apple blossom beauty, with water Lilly grace. Her beauty is like four seasons.

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Here I wait as students pass A pencil lay just out side of class They Rush fast as a hungry bass This pencil once dropped and Long forgotten. But when the kids see it they come a trotten. Once lost this Simple # two Yet found oh what it can do!

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Feb 18, 2015

Feb 18, 2015 at 10:25 AM UTC

Pencil in the hall

Here I wait as students pass A pencil lay just out side of class They Rush fast as a hungry bass This pencil once dropped and Long forgotten. But when the kids see it they come a trotten. Once lost this Simple # two Yet found oh what it can do!

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10W When with you I feel as though you help me

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Feb 17, 2015

Feb 17, 2015 at 3:32 PM UTC

placebo effect

10W When with you I feel as though you help me

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In this darkness I hear a shallow voice A cold voice Fever stricken by this cool chill I will not respond. My moving legs I depend on The poison of this tongue courses through me I will not respond. Stalking and lurking the predator or prey Moving now I must go, for looking back I will not know To the door now I see, Closer, Closer now, In this darkness I hear a shallow voice I will not respond.

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Feb 16, 2015

Feb 16, 2015 at 3:47 PM UTC

don't look back

In this darkness I hear a shallow voice A cold voice Fever stricken by this cool chill I will not respond. My moving legs I depend on The poison of this tongue courses through me I will not respond. Stalking and lurking the predator or prey Moving now I must go, for looking back I will not know To the door now I see, Closer, Closer now, In this darkness I hear a shallow voice I will not respond.

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To Love and to hate To admire and to despise. They may appear different They are really the same Because It seems to many just a game. why does one hate what there is to love? Yet why does one love what there is to hate? to admire what some despise, and despise what some admire. A paradoxical spiral of no right answer. Truth is the key so just let it be.

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Feb 10, 2015

Feb 10, 2015 at 4:33 PM UTC

to love and to hate

To Love and to hate To admire and to despise. They may appear different They are really the same Because It seems to many just a game. why does one hate what there is to love? Yet why does one love what there is to hate? to admire what some despise, and despise what some admire. A paradoxical spiral of no right answer. Truth is the key so just let it be.

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Fire life and death Surviving yet not thriving Believe in rescue

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Feb 3, 2015

Feb 3, 2015 at 12:05 PM UTC

Lost in the woods

Fire life and death Surviving yet not thriving Believe in rescue

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