sophia-asher - Hello Poetry

We are indefinitely saying good bye With words of I love you and tears of I miss you I thought love can conquer all.

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May 9, 2017

May 9, 2017 at 9:48 AM UTC

We are indefinitely saying good bye With words of I love you and tears of I miss you I thought love can conquer all.

I met her at the edge of my day one She is a combination of a flower and a pearl An ubiquitous rose every fourteenth of February And a gem enthralling everyone’s attention At least that’s what I thought Her once luminous radiance is now covered with grime Slowly. . . trying to shine for others but still losing the light she became a reflection of sunshine in eyes full of fears A drop of her tears could drown you in a whirlwind of sorrow I told her she’s as bright as the sun in summer She said, only if winter can stay with summer I said, stopped with the nonsense in your head She responded, How can I when I’m dead as the Memories of Titanic’s fame? She was once a combination of a flower and a pearl. Now, a wilt rose left dancing on a spider’s web A pearl buried in treasure box dealing with Life’s conundrum of grief and warmth Of death and birth.

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Mar 22, 2017

Mar 22, 2017 at 5:02 AM UTC

She’s Sad

I met her at the edge of my day one She is a combination of a flower and a pearl An ubiquitous rose every fourteenth of February And a gem enthralling everyone’s attention At least that’s what I thought Her once luminous radiance is now covered with grime Slowly. . . trying to shine for others but still losing the light she became a reflection of sunshine in eyes full of fears A drop of her tears could drown you in a whirlwind of sorrow I told her she’s as bright as the sun in summer She said, only if winter can stay with summer I said, stopped with the nonsense in your head She responded, How can I when I’m dead as the Memories of Titanic’s fame? She was once a combination of a flower and a pearl. Now, a wilt rose left dancing on a spider’s web A pearl buried in treasure box dealing with Life’s conundrum of grief and warmth Of death and birth.

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I crave for you When its one in the morning All I hear is the kinesis of My heart, thumping heavier Than the screams of Our Forbidden Love

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Mar 20, 2017

Mar 20, 2017 at 2:54 AM UTC

Cravings

I crave for you When its one in the morning All I hear is the kinesis of My heart, thumping heavier Than the screams of Our Forbidden Love

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I know its a cliche to say how time flies when I'm with you But I'll say it anyway Two hours and thirty minutes isn't enough talking with you I know its a cliche to say I only see you but I'll say it anyway Men may try to flirt me but I'll say No all the way I know its a cliche to say your voice sounds like music to my ear but I'll say it anyway I can listen to you all day- no, make it all night and I swear, your laugh is the sweetest thing in the world I know its cliche to say my heart skips a beat when I see you But I'll say it any way Why do you think I sleep so late honey? I know its a cliche to say I'm having butterflies in my stomach but I'll say it anyway You flatter me like I'm Angelina Jolie Or Megan Fox As funny as it sounds, trust me when I say I believe you I know its a cliche to say only fools rush in But I'll say it anyway I think I like you Mister.

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Feb 19, 2017

Feb 19, 2017 at 10:21 AM UTC

I know its a cliche.

I know its a cliche to say how time flies when I'm with you But I'll say it anyway Two hours and thirty minutes isn't enough talking with you I know its a cliche to say I only see you but I'll say it anyway Men may try to flirt me but I'll say No all the way I know its a cliche to say your voice sounds like music to my ear but I'll say it anyway I can listen to you all day- no, make it all night and I swear, your laugh is the sweetest thing in the world I know its cliche to say my heart skips a beat when I see you But I'll say it any way Why do you think I sleep so late honey? I know its a cliche to say I'm having butterflies in my stomach but I'll say it anyway You flatter me like I'm Angelina Jolie Or Megan Fox As funny as it sounds, trust me when I say I believe you I know its a cliche to say only fools rush in But I'll say it anyway I think I like you Mister.

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He came like the rain. And I’ve always been fascinated with rains. At first he was a dew, he smelled good and it felt good. Then without knowing he became drizzle and I enjoyed him. Sometimes He makes me feel light, sometimes he makes me greedy. Every drop of this precious drizzle makes my heart yearn for more, pound for more. And to my request, He became the rain. There was no restriction now. No limit, just pure fun. I love the rain. But he was not the rain. He was him.A body with soul. He made me laugh and hope. He made me naked grow weary More of him and I drowned. I thought I was in love with the drops of his kisses I thought I was in love with the floods of his affection The comfort he brings when I’m on the edge of the sweltering heat of depression. I thought I was in it for the rain. I was delusional. I was conquered by my loneliness, my impiousness and suddenly You became a storm.

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Feb 3, 2017

Feb 3, 2017 at 12:40 PM UTC

To the Man I Almost Loved

He came like the rain. And I’ve always been fascinated with rains. At first he was a dew, he smelled good and it felt good. Then without knowing he became drizzle and I enjoyed him. Sometimes He makes me feel light, sometimes he makes me greedy. Every drop of this precious drizzle makes my heart yearn for more, pound for more. And to my request, He became the rain. There was no restriction now. No limit, just pure fun. I love the rain. But he was not the rain. He was him.A body with soul. He made me laugh and hope. He made me naked grow weary More of him and I drowned. I thought I was in love with the drops of his kisses I thought I was in love with the floods of his affection The comfort he brings when I’m on the edge of the sweltering heat of depression. I thought I was in it for the rain. I was delusional. I was conquered by my loneliness, my impiousness and suddenly You became a storm.

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I saw him when I was fifteen He was beautiful in his arduous garb, sweeping every girls feet to their seat Thrusting even to the bottomless pit of rivalry and race Like an eagle soaring high and high Flattering eyes gazes on his way But he fixes his to mine, penetrating all the way to my spine I’m in owe-always – to his stunning existence But so is the creation’s sense Victory is his, oh how I wish that’s what was always meant When the wind starts to change its course How unfortunate for the dry ground’s fate To lose in battle when the war hasn’t even began Now my love cries out from pain Like a mother who lost her babe, a groom who’s left in the altar by his bride Tears running on his rosy cheek Oh nation! Hear the moans of your dying land Look at him! Once was exalted, now the object of mockery Beaten, crushed, destroyed, abandoned and unloved Wailing like a child, pleading for a cause Love me again like you did before, oh just love me again… Rain, my pain’s best countenance Quakes are the throbbing of my depths Precious one, how long will you ignore the weeping of your ardent lover? To be in my arms yet yearning for Martian’s touch Beautiful memories wilting slowly in my mind With the broken pieces of my heart in hand Look at me my bride, not with disdain but with adoration For I might leave you sooner than the rising of the sun Kiss me with your passionate affection before I perish Possess me once more! Let your warmth embrace my suffering and misery Hugged me to your breast until I renew my strength Once more, come and be mine until I give my last breath

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Apr 30, 2015

Apr 30, 2015 at 2:45 PM UTC

Rain, My Pain's Best Countenance

I saw him when I was fifteen He was beautiful in his arduous garb, sweeping every girls feet to their seat Thrusting even to the bottomless pit of rivalry and race Like an eagle soaring high and high Flattering eyes gazes on his way But he fixes his to mine, penetrating all the way to my spine I’m in owe-always – to his stunning existence But so is the creation’s sense Victory is his, oh how I wish that’s what was always meant When the wind starts to change its course How unfortunate for the dry ground’s fate To lose in battle when the war hasn’t even began Now my love cries out from pain Like a mother who lost her babe, a groom who’s left in the altar by his bride Tears running on his rosy cheek Oh nation! Hear the moans of your dying land Look at him! Once was exalted, now the object of mockery Beaten, crushed, destroyed, abandoned and unloved Wailing like a child, pleading for a cause Love me again like you did before, oh just love me again… Rain, my pain’s best countenance Quakes are the throbbing of my depths Precious one, how long will you ignore the weeping of your ardent lover? To be in my arms yet yearning for Martian’s touch Beautiful memories wilting slowly in my mind With the broken pieces of my heart in hand Look at me my bride, not with disdain but with adoration For I might leave you sooner than the rising of the sun Kiss me with your passionate affection before I perish Possess me once more! Let your warmth embrace my suffering and misery Hugged me to your breast until I renew my strength Once more, come and be mine until I give my last breath

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Pain- It's so safe here My haven Where would I go? Misery- I'm so used to this My destiny What can I do? Agony- It feels so right My companion Should I run from you? Emptiness- You're eating me up My nightmare Do I continue to deny you?

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Apr 30, 2015

Apr 30, 2015 at 2:22 PM UTC

Distress

Pain- It's so safe here My haven Where would I go? Misery- I'm so used to this My destiny What can I do? Agony- It feels so right My companion Should I run from you? Emptiness- You're eating me up My nightmare Do I continue to deny you?

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I find myself, once again Looking on these pure white sheets Trying to write poem of you and me Of me and . . . me I know, these are nothing but words That holds the longing of my heart Of you, whom that breaks me apart.

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Dec 7, 2014

Dec 7, 2014 at 9:13 AM UTC

Miss

I find myself, once again Looking on these pure white sheets Trying to write poem of you and me Of me and . . . me I know, these are nothing but words That holds the longing of my heart Of you, whom that breaks me apart.

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