#cestlavie - Hello Poetry

It's a tragedy of confusion, With mingled remorse of sorts. The doubtful few were weary, Though soulful were their souls. It's a barbaric camaraderie The loved ones, unloved; far Holy was their affinity, Though, always from afar. It's the ache of a new dawn, Light piercing by heart's frost. Blighted innocence, little was left So much of yesteryear was lost ! It's a gentle trudge to unknown, Handful do make it past noon, Yearning to stop by, admire it all Hath stopped so many too soon ! It's the night owl's sharp screech, Attempting cordiality with the dark, It was wise and could fathom, What busy bees never could hark ! It was a beautiful endeavour of sorts, Trudging of life, and it's miseries, As nubile squires don the cloak To try get over the long night !

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Apr 22, 2020

Apr 22, 2020 at 4:13 PM UTC

zhavaed-haemaed

Such is Life

It's a tragedy of confusion, With mingled remorse of sorts. The doubtful few were weary, Though soulful were their souls. It's a barbaric camaraderie The loved ones, unloved; far Holy was their affinity, Though, always from afar. It's the ache of a new dawn, Light piercing by heart's frost. Blighted innocence, little was left So much of yesteryear was lost ! It's a gentle trudge to unknown, Handful do make it past noon, Yearning to stop by, admire it all Hath stopped so many too soon ! It's the night owl's sharp screech, Attempting cordiality with the dark, It was wise and could fathom, What busy bees never could hark ! It was a beautiful endeavour of sorts, Trudging of life, and it's miseries, As nubile squires don the cloak To try get over the long night !

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Tomorrow held such promises then the next day came and broke all of them.

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Nov 17, 2019

Nov 17, 2019 at 10:25 PM UTC

jami-samson

C’est la vie

Tomorrow held such promises then the next day came and broke all of them.

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Last year, september was dressed with fears angsty, was october, november, cold, with a longing to be back december showed a lively palette of colors, yet worked with january, in facing moments of truth... last sunday started beautiful...but it turned horrible as explosions took some lives, and injured many... yesterday, monday was a lovely...cool day, brimming with apprehension, but the end of the day was pink-happy, with content i met some true friends today, tuesday, is another day to face tons of things to do and to finish ...but i am looking forward to twilight, when i recall today's events... days and nights are a potpourri of yellows and grays...of accomplishments, and failures of expectations...fulfilling...and frustrating... we try to forget...but they are indelible they persist, they echo back, . just like, my pixie cut brownish hair...the dye, persist...pushed further down by undeniable years...manifested by the gray blending below, with the true color of my hair... ...c'est la vie.... Sally © Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan January 29, 2019

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Jan 28, 2019

Jan 28, 2019 at 10:41 PM UTC

sally-a-bayan

Looking Back

Last year, september was dressed with fears angsty, was october, november, cold, with a longing to be back december showed a lively palette of colors, yet worked with january, in facing moments of truth... last sunday started beautiful...but it turned horrible as explosions took some lives, and injured many... yesterday, monday was a lovely...cool day, brimming with apprehension, but the end of the day was pink-happy, with content i met some true friends today, tuesday, is another day to face tons of things to do and to finish ...but i am looking forward to twilight, when i recall today's events... days and nights are a potpourri of yellows and grays...of accomplishments, and failures of expectations...fulfilling...and frustrating... we try to forget...but they are indelible they persist, they echo back, . just like, my pixie cut brownish hair...the dye, persist...pushed further down by undeniable years...manifested by the gray blending below, with the true color of my hair... ...c'est la vie.... Sally © Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan January 29, 2019

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Sometimes, Being strong is lonely Happiness is obligation Love is slavery. Being alone is freedom Tears are relieving Hatred is bravery. Nights are beautiful Nights are intimate Warm sun stings in the eye Falling is freeing Falling is beginning Earthy land against the dusty sky Stars, with their borrowed light, Are more hopeful Than the moon and all of the nigh Than all of people Than you And I

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Nov 4, 2018

Nov 4, 2018 at 9:35 AM UTC

Kaaya_Faye_7

Asmanjhas

Sometimes, Being strong is lonely Happiness is obligation Love is slavery. Being alone is freedom Tears are relieving Hatred is bravery. Nights are beautiful Nights are intimate Warm sun stings in the eye Falling is freeing Falling is beginning Earthy land against the dusty sky Stars, with their borrowed light, Are more hopeful Than the moon and all of the nigh Than all of people Than you And I

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Qu'est-ce que vous êtes, Je vois vos yeux, Dans le nuit. Mon seul ami. Ma belle copine, Vous êtes ma vie. La poesie de mes contanporaires. M'inspire. Je le respire, Je lire, ça me tue. C'est ma vie.

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Jul 10, 2015

Jul 10, 2015 at 6:58 PM UTC

Michael-Cassio

Le bac

Qu'est-ce que vous êtes, Je vois vos yeux, Dans le nuit. Mon seul ami. Ma belle copine, Vous êtes ma vie. La poesie de mes contanporaires. M'inspire. Je le respire, Je lire, ça me tue. C'est ma vie.

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