#ciao - Hello Poetry

Emotions run through my head And I find myself wishing I was dead All because we were moving away Different places in different ways Sorrow and despair, they shine right through Making way for something completely new and so here’s to goodbye The saddest long lullaby Forgotten by most For it is the hardest to say And we knew this would never last anyway So now in my head, so deep and so loud The ringing of bells and the screaming of crowds Its just one word yet brings out alot Goodbye, au revoir, its time. Ciao

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Jan 28, 2015

Jan 28, 2015 at 11:57 AM UTC

poet-whisperer

Goodbye

Emotions run through my head And I find myself wishing I was dead All because we were moving away Different places in different ways Sorrow and despair, they shine right through Making way for something completely new and so here’s to goodbye The saddest long lullaby Forgotten by most For it is the hardest to say And we knew this would never last anyway So now in my head, so deep and so loud The ringing of bells and the screaming of crowds Its just one word yet brings out alot Goodbye, au revoir, its time. Ciao

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behold that lass with a perfect silky hair her eyes were like fireflies filled with misty realms with her eyes speak what lips could not express her endless grief have been buried in those luminous eyes they hide a heavy heart deeper than any ocean so vast as the sky or a calm sea no one could ever know what lies beneath when she met someone new her eyes revealed words she did not knew their eyes met and it was like magic in the making their eyes shoot the breeze and could not help it but to be in a daze their eyes met but their soul will never be one her mind trembles when she realized their eyes met only to find the truth the fact that their heart belongs to someone else eyes never lie they say perhaps, their eyes will sail in another time and place where they will glide to the stars on wishes and wings of golden memories they will move the night as the dreamers whose patch are filled with poems written by their souls but at the end of their endeavor they had their adieu until then, they had a little time to spend together they have no way with words they simply take words their eyes do the work to express their heart their chest bleeds but that is for the better this is their good bye, right before they depart: "au revoir mon cheri au revoir to our chance of love."

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Oct 24, 2020

Oct 24, 2020 at 7:41 AM UTC

katzja

au revoir

behold that lass with a perfect silky hair her eyes were like fireflies filled with misty realms with her eyes speak what lips could not express her endless grief have been buried in those luminous eyes they hide a heavy heart deeper than any ocean so vast as the sky or a calm sea no one could ever know what lies beneath when she met someone new her eyes revealed words she did not knew their eyes met and it was like magic in the making their eyes shoot the breeze and could not help it but to be in a daze their eyes met but their soul will never be one her mind trembles when she realized their eyes met only to find the truth the fact that their heart belongs to someone else eyes never lie they say perhaps, their eyes will sail in another time and place where they will glide to the stars on wishes and wings of golden memories they will move the night as the dreamers whose patch are filled with poems written by their souls but at the end of their endeavor they had their adieu until then, they had a little time to spend together they have no way with words they simply take words their eyes do the work to express their heart their chest bleeds but that is for the better this is their good bye, right before they depart: "au revoir mon cheri au revoir to our chance of love."

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How easily does a bush become a bear? Look, wait, wait just a thought, a thought weaker link, in one subjected to ******* unawares. We found the fouled spring still dripping poison, gifts to liars who promise to retell all the tales Justine told Juliette in her coma, those Shakespeare told de Sade, sad, eh? Too much the bumpkin still, to wield thy well honed edge? Split the difference? Egone versus Logarhyme, wielding versus welding, melding versus melting say her name bettybluemilliepattyjeaniejanetal the unnamed ****** and hippy chicks, ego nailed 'em all, but one, self aware Sophia kissed me, winked and morphed into the story. The long one, once described as: A multi-dimensional novel in merest of media, words AI in their own right, each idle word redeemed full of the virtue to make free, as truth. So simple, comes to its finest point, and line by line we stretch that point to make this edge where we tread sublimely seminal care-- here you choose the ad jected aspect of a state a qual of qua sin non sololabuena, sophia wontcha be justine, wonchamake me scream hallelujahlikecohenever'body know, woncha know, oh yeah.

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Jul 15, 2020

Jul 15, 2020 at 1:13 PM UTC

kenpepiton

Sophie's kiss

How easily does a bush become a bear? Look, wait, wait just a thought, a thought weaker link, in one subjected to ******* unawares. We found the fouled spring still dripping poison, gifts to liars who promise to retell all the tales Justine told Juliette in her coma, those Shakespeare told de Sade, sad, eh? Too much the bumpkin still, to wield thy well honed edge? Split the difference? Egone versus Logarhyme, wielding versus welding, melding versus melting say her name bettybluemilliepattyjeaniejanetal the unnamed ****** and hippy chicks, ego nailed 'em all, but one, self aware Sophia kissed me, winked and morphed into the story. The long one, once described as: A multi-dimensional novel in merest of media, words AI in their own right, each idle word redeemed full of the virtue to make free, as truth. So simple, comes to its finest point, and line by line we stretch that point to make this edge where we tread sublimely seminal care-- here you choose the ad jected aspect of a state a qual of qua sin non sololabuena, sophia wontcha be justine, wonchamake me scream hallelujahlikecohenever'body know, woncha know, oh yeah.

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