#amiable - Hello Poetry

I am in pain, You are my relief. You are amiable. You are really sweet. You are the reason of my Smile. And the reason why my heart beat. You are my life. And YOU MAKE ME COMPLETE!! ~your smiling queen :)

0

Aug 9, 2019

Aug 9, 2019 at 7:47 AM UTC

Smiling_queen

You ❤

I am in pain, You are my relief. You are amiable. You are really sweet. You are the reason of my Smile. And the reason why my heart beat. You are my life. And YOU MAKE ME COMPLETE!! ~your smiling queen :)

9

A sweet smile, A cheerful laugh full of glee. O, how she shines with the sun! A friend, if she may be today what tomorrow is to Spring And as Springtime arrives, you'll be glad to see, the cheer you'll hear As she dances with the daffodils And Fall may come Autumn, it may be She mellows at the beauty of yellow from the green. Winter, with its blizzards and cold nights, But a friend she may be; to a snowman, company. Her sweet smile therefore, be Summer; She melts the ice and snow as the sun arises. And when the day comes to pass: O, what happy day! Let this be for me That I'll be as ever amiable as thee.

0

Jun 21, 2017

Jun 21, 2017 at 8:02 AM UTC

thepoeticwit

Lovely~

A sweet smile, A cheerful laugh full of glee. O, how she shines with the sun! A friend, if she may be today what tomorrow is to Spring And as Springtime arrives, you'll be glad to see, the cheer you'll hear As she dances with the daffodils And Fall may come Autumn, it may be She mellows at the beauty of yellow from the green. Winter, with its blizzards and cold nights, But a friend she may be; to a snowman, company. Her sweet smile therefore, be Summer; She melts the ice and snow as the sun arises. And when the day comes to pass: O, what happy day! Let this be for me That I'll be as ever amiable as thee.

36

A woman nigh round here sought me in her life but hesitantly she would never really hinge till the flame finally out- while she mattered just as well I was the one with wherewithal whether or not it fought for peace through a second chance in life might appease forthwith me distinguish only her amnesty.

0

Apr 19, 2017

Apr 19, 2017 at 7:40 AM UTC

poetman

Coatesville

A woman nigh round here sought me in her life but hesitantly she would never really hinge till the flame finally out- while she mattered just as well I was the one with wherewithal whether or not it fought for peace through a second chance in life might appease forthwith me distinguish only her amnesty.

9

Attachment, A magnetic force, Snatching away our serenity, Pulling people closer, Making a big ball of tranquility, Of electrically charged group Of amiable beings. Amiable, A quality barely seen, In a person, Who doesn't feign, To be good, And if you are, Then you are rare, A ruby found, In a millionth moon, A sweet sound, In a noisy room, You are the beauty That can't be discovered much, But if found, You are so delicate, And if touched, You won't break but bloom, Like a touch-me-not. Break, Something difficult for you to do, Except for, Breaking through, The chains of difficulties, Breaking chains, Soon to become free, But still we'll be together, Because we are the branches of the same old tree. Tree, Of friendship, Gets cut, When it does, it pains, But the pain soon shuts, Our breaking hearts, From aching in vain, Because we know, That some day, Like an unexpected shower of snow, We'll meet again, as we say, We'll meet again, When we finally grow.

0

Feb 5, 2015

Feb 5, 2015 at 7:39 AM UTC

its-crimson

We'll meet again

Attachment, A magnetic force, Snatching away our serenity, Pulling people closer, Making a big ball of tranquility, Of electrically charged group Of amiable beings. Amiable, A quality barely seen, In a person, Who doesn't feign, To be good, And if you are, Then you are rare, A ruby found, In a millionth moon, A sweet sound, In a noisy room, You are the beauty That can't be discovered much, But if found, You are so delicate, And if touched, You won't break but bloom, Like a touch-me-not. Break, Something difficult for you to do, Except for, Breaking through, The chains of difficulties, Breaking chains, Soon to become free, But still we'll be together, Because we are the branches of the same old tree. Tree, Of friendship, Gets cut, When it does, it pains, But the pain soon shuts, Our breaking hearts, From aching in vain, Because we know, That some day, Like an unexpected shower of snow, We'll meet again, as we say, We'll meet again, When we finally grow.

47