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To the average person, a girl.
But to the watchful eye? A princess!

Rises from her bed after each night
With sleepy eyes and messy hair,
Yet her morning sight is such a delight,
Cuteness like that is very rare!

The Sun rises just to see her,
She is quite the cute sleeper!

A quick, gentle rinse of her face,
Elegant motions of the brush,
She gazes out of her window with such grace,
Her cheeks are rosy with a blush.

That is how she gets ready,
Her pace is nice and steady!

A graceful step, a gentle sound,
Her movement is just like a dance!
Effortlessly light, her taps bless the ground,
To fall in love takes just a glance!

A sweet melody follows
Her to everywhere she goes!

Join the dance or enjoy the play,
Beauty is found in her presence,
She has no throne of stone, yet she leads the way,
Cuteness defines her whole essence!

She has no crown and yet she shines,
A princess to the watchful eye.
Cordelia Mar 15
Freeze the moment, live the scene,
You look at me in our polaroid.
You're a drug, and baby I ain't clean,
Your jokes and smile, I can't avoid.

I love you in my navy blue sweater,
Just casually hanging off your shoulder.
Your messy hair, that's even better,
“Thank god” I say “I get to hold her.”

We go on a road trip, you make me laugh
I adore you whole- the love and the chaff.
I smile when you whisper, soft and slow,
Dear Juliet, I’m yours. - Forever Romeo.

The windows open, light on your face,
A sight that makes my heart race.
Those big brown eyes looking in mine,
How blessed am I - you're a miracle divine.

We dance in the kitchen, you make me laugh,
Is it too awkward to say you're my better half?
I smile when you sing with the radio,
Dear Juliet, I’m yours. - Forever Romeo.
Gideon Mar 8
Some people fall deeply in love,
With ****** touches that evoke pleasure.
I have not fallen deeply in love with you.
No. I fell softly. Like a fallen angel,
I am coaxed to the ground by soft wings.
These wings do not consist of feathers,
but instead sweet words and kisses.
I hope you fall slowly like I do, lover.
As the wind whispers sweet nothings,
Do you gently glide through the sky?
I pray to the god that merged our paths.
In these prayers, I beg for eternity.
An eternity descending with you.
What if two souls of symphonic stanza
With hearts full of haikus' hope
Met right here on Hello Poetry
By reading what the other wrote.

They'd send messages of meter
With affectionate allusions
This couldn't get any sweeter
Free verses with no conclusions

A poem crafted with emotions true
Was sent to one of the two last night.
It wants to say, "I love you more than words."
But instead reads, "I love the way you write."

They'll figure out in time that they're meant to be together
And I am sure that they'll make the cutest couple(t) ever!
Two poets are almost always meant to be
Especially if they meet on Hello Poetry!
Blaire Blues Feb 21
we’d mangle some hearts
and butter the rest
we’d sneak into bars
just for the jest
all these woven cards
seem to rest
when we wore
buddy holly amidst—
all the fest.
Mina Feb 11
The Redhead Beauty
That i know from across the street
loves pink flowers
and giving stray cats a treat
Her hair is like cotton candy
and her smell is sweet
i wish i had feelings for her
i wish that i cared
at least i hope she's feeling something
not like me in despair
i hope she takes care
of her red beautiful hair
the redhead beauty
loves ice cream
YAYY! my first poem not about suicide!!
one small ear poking out
her covers rise
and fall
Elijah Hewson Jan 17
I see us 6 months ago.
The smiles the banter too and fro.
The way you smiled oh how it glowed,
The way i saw your feelings grow.
But now it is others whom from love flows,
And they look like us ... 6 months ago
Immortality Jan 22
You
You are the flame
I would burnt in
just to feel your warmth
just simple.... :)
I don't know, it's more like, I am saying this to my goals, lol....

Exams are going on, many done and even more to come....
hectic year.....phewwww....
Jason Aull Jan 7
Joe the red ate lots of bread.
His massive gut was quite well fed.
So slow his feet, to cross the street,
that angry drivers wished him dead.
A limerick I came up with a long time ago. I’m not an expert on limericks. I just assume this is how they go.
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