safiya - Hello Poetry

To My Irreplaceable, tangled self, The most beautiful heart . The soul,So- Magical.Mystic.Magnificient. Mysterious in its own way And Uncanny in its own acceptance . that looks like love and know trust by heart. I know you've been tested, cheated and manipulated, a number of times. I know you're broken, hurt and unloved a many times. I know when you fell in love with that fair tone and those grey eyes and when they did'nt fell for you, How dis-heartened you were! But love, don't be sad. It did'nt work out because it was'nt meant to be. Instead have faith that soon lights will guide you home. To no-one but your own irreplaceable,tangled self. Yours truly, To be.

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Oct 12, 2020

Oct 12, 2020 at 3:15 AM UTC

safiya

Self!

To My Irreplaceable, tangled self, The most beautiful heart . The soul,So- Magical.Mystic.Magnificient. Mysterious in its own way And Uncanny in its own acceptance . that looks like love and know trust by heart. I know you've been tested, cheated and manipulated, a number of times. I know you're broken, hurt and unloved a many times. I know when you fell in love with that fair tone and those grey eyes and when they did'nt fell for you, How dis-heartened you were! But love, don't be sad. It did'nt work out because it was'nt meant to be. Instead have faith that soon lights will guide you home. To no-one but your own irreplaceable,tangled self. Yours truly, To be.

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Gather the roses of love whilst it is time.

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Mar 26, 2019

Mar 26, 2019 at 9:24 AM UTC

safiya

Roses

Gather the roses of love whilst it is time.

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Like a harbour docked with ships , That Leave and arrive in the guidance of a light house, is my heart. A shelter to the arriving and departing love. Yes, but...non-guided. Wrecked,Wretched and awful. That once rented a gruesome space to a soujourner. A tenent unknown and untrustworthy.

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Mar 21, 2019

Mar 21, 2019 at 8:59 AM UTC

safiya

Light house

Like a harbour docked with ships , That Leave and arrive in the guidance of a light house, is my heart. A shelter to the arriving and departing love. Yes, but...non-guided. Wrecked,Wretched and awful. That once rented a gruesome space to a soujourner. A tenent unknown and untrustworthy.

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Among the dancing daffodils And there above in the milky way. In all rhymes of Wordsworth And in all of the Shakespeare's play. "YOU" and "I" sublimed into us.

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Mar 2, 2019

Mar 2, 2019 at 12:43 AM UTC

safiya

Milky Way

Among the dancing daffodils And there above in the milky way. In all rhymes of Wordsworth And in all of the Shakespeare's play. "YOU" and "I" sublimed into us.

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Few bucks could buy her rugs. Or may be a loaf. So,In need of a bread, A mother sold her womb. What a ***** you'll say! But a mother too is a human. Who could be hungry and cold! Have you ever thought that way? Pretty eyes,Pink lips. Admirable beauty. How sassy! But wait, is that a brothel! Huh ********** Seconds you took to change your thoughts,how critical that is! Now think! To dress her younger self, May be she undressed her self-esteem. But you'll think the other way. How unforgiving!

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Mar 1, 2019

Mar 1, 2019 at 11:49 AM UTC

safiya

Unforgiving.

Few bucks could buy her rugs. Or may be a loaf. So,In need of a bread, A mother sold her womb. What a ***** you'll say! But a mother too is a human. Who could be hungry and cold! Have you ever thought that way? Pretty eyes,Pink lips. Admirable beauty. How sassy! But wait, is that a brothel! Huh ********** Seconds you took to change your thoughts,how critical that is! Now think! To dress her younger self, May be she undressed her self-esteem. But you'll think the other way. How unforgiving!

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Love no longer seems to be poetic anymore. No sprituality, No romance at all. Bruises on neck. A cut on lip. ***** thirst, Hunger and whims. No longer kisses ignite the spark. Sprituality of a hug is gone so far. Hands don't wrap,they just slide in. No shoulder to lean on, But many tongues to synchronize with. Love is shy. Unhooked straps are bold. Love no longer seems to be poetic anymore.

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Mar 1, 2019

Mar 1, 2019 at 9:14 AM UTC

safiya

Love no longer seems to be poetic anymore.

Love no longer seems to be poetic anymore. No sprituality, No romance at all. Bruises on neck. A cut on lip. ***** thirst, Hunger and whims. No longer kisses ignite the spark. Sprituality of a hug is gone so far. Hands don't wrap,they just slide in. No shoulder to lean on, But many tongues to synchronize with. Love is shy. Unhooked straps are bold. Love no longer seems to be poetic anymore.

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For so long, I've been under the covers. Sleeping past the day and night. They say you're someone. Yet, no one in their lives I believed, not me but them. So Here, nothing has changed in my life. But the day, I start to believe in me, I know, the Sun will rise.

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Mar 1, 2019

Mar 1, 2019 at 8:30 AM UTC

safiya

The Sun Will Rise

For so long, I've been under the covers. Sleeping past the day and night. They say you're someone. Yet, no one in their lives I believed, not me but them. So Here, nothing has changed in my life. But the day, I start to believe in me, I know, the Sun will rise.

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Faith is fragile yet strong. A rupturous awaiting. That ruptures not so effortlessly. It's excitement, It's boredom. It's pleasure and monotony. It's grief, it's victory. It conquers and it let go. A paradoxical symphony, Bitter yet sweet.

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Mar 1, 2019

Mar 1, 2019 at 6:01 AM UTC

safiya

Faith

Faith is fragile yet strong. A rupturous awaiting. That ruptures not so effortlessly. It's excitement, It's boredom. It's pleasure and monotony. It's grief, it's victory. It conquers and it let go. A paradoxical symphony, Bitter yet sweet.

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When the sun shone,the moon blushed. But.. Was it really the Sun who shone? Or Really the moon who blushed? Or Was it you who shone, Or I who blushed? Ok,let's go with what the world says-"when the Sun shone,the moon blushed".

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Jan 19, 2019

Jan 19, 2019 at 11:55 PM UTC

safiya

Unrequited

When the sun shone,the moon blushed. But.. Was it really the Sun who shone? Or Really the moon who blushed? Or Was it you who shone, Or I who blushed? Ok,let's go with what the world says-"when the Sun shone,the moon blushed".

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