#developing - Hello Poetry

It is proven that we are all made of stars. Not just one but multiple. We were once tiny little particles that grew under pressure, And shined bright for millions of years. That was until we were released into the universe, For a new life to be led. I believe the people we meet in this world, Those we have an instant connection with, Share a star with us. We recognize them because we once spent millions of years with them. Growing. Changing. Developing in the same pressure. I believe that our soulmates are made up of the exact same stars as us. The same elemental composition. It is the reason we are so comfortable. Why they feel like home. It is the home we knew for millions of years. The twin flame of our soul.

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Jul 31, 2025

Jul 31, 2025 at 12:36 AM UTC

LeesLostWritings

The Stars That Made Us

It is proven that we are all made of stars. Not just one but multiple. We were once tiny little particles that grew under pressure, And shined bright for millions of years. That was until we were released into the universe, For a new life to be led. I believe the people we meet in this world, Those we have an instant connection with, Share a star with us. We recognize them because we once spent millions of years with them. Growing. Changing. Developing in the same pressure. I believe that our soulmates are made up of the exact same stars as us. The same elemental composition. It is the reason we are so comfortable. Why they feel like home. It is the home we knew for millions of years. The twin flame of our soul.

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Like a life cycle Moving on again and again Seeing a movie life is a short cut But there is always a but? Riding a horse beautiful Flowing hair chestnut But when? Will life change/rearrange/emerge Can we erase and start over to begin Smart revenge or perfect win We never know what will be coming soon? The full moon reckoning The big happening Start living Falling in a category losing No crying just loving Keep trying wasting away dying No meddling/ Gifts of giving Creating loving words In writing New Birth developing But when? A star to wish upon Pollution air rushing Tornado destroying But two people Take the moment True love- hugging Good stirring- resettling But When? Not everyone Will be welcoming Words crash thundering Everything has a sign But when -Good luck Entering baking whisking But when is the part seeking In a flash of an eye we will be gone Blinking

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Jul 6, 2023

Jul 6, 2023 at 11:27 AM UTC

robinHelloRow

But When?

Like a life cycle Moving on again and again Seeing a movie life is a short cut But there is always a but? Riding a horse beautiful Flowing hair chestnut But when? Will life change/rearrange/emerge Can we erase and start over to begin Smart revenge or perfect win We never know what will be coming soon? The full moon reckoning The big happening Start living Falling in a category losing No crying just loving Keep trying wasting away dying No meddling/ Gifts of giving Creating loving words In writing New Birth developing But when? A star to wish upon Pollution air rushing Tornado destroying But two people Take the moment True love- hugging Good stirring- resettling But When? Not everyone Will be welcoming Words crash thundering Everything has a sign But when -Good luck Entering baking whisking But when is the part seeking In a flash of an eye we will be gone Blinking

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I've acquired growth. So much so that my lips cannot form the words. I am speechless, stuck in a continuous path of change. I've acquired such loss, yet my eyes see a ray of hope. Light beyond the tunnel, past the bridge. I've acquired strength. My arms unable to carry the load which my shoulders have grown to handle. I am no longer the same. Willing to take risks. Climb. Build. My, have I changed.

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Aug 28, 2019

Aug 28, 2019 at 10:14 PM UTC

Quaint

I've acquired.

I've acquired growth. So much so that my lips cannot form the words. I am speechless, stuck in a continuous path of change. I've acquired such loss, yet my eyes see a ray of hope. Light beyond the tunnel, past the bridge. I've acquired strength. My arms unable to carry the load which my shoulders have grown to handle. I am no longer the same. Willing to take risks. Climb. Build. My, have I changed.

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I think sunset is the most dangerous time When we all stand staring at colors in the sky Forgetting The sunrise to new reds, pinks, and oranges The blue sky is forgotten And the way the rays beat upon our skin Harming Our lips leaving cracks and parched tongue Do we remember the swaying grass? The boulders that lay along the path Blocking Us from the cool relief of the ocean Our muscles burned with new adventure The wind kissed us and we kissed back Wishing For a little more time and a little less No one thinks of the birds' conversation Their brief melodies spawned passion Developing Attachment or shedding what little we had I still remember the blues of the sky But now our shadows stretch longer Losing The feeling of noon's light and heat I still feel the sandman's kiss in my eyes The subtle and hopeful beginning Rising Eagerly so that I may see the sunset

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Jun 16, 2016

Jun 16, 2016 at 11:41 PM UTC

sarah-strack

Dangerous Sunset

I think sunset is the most dangerous time When we all stand staring at colors in the sky Forgetting The sunrise to new reds, pinks, and oranges The blue sky is forgotten And the way the rays beat upon our skin Harming Our lips leaving cracks and parched tongue Do we remember the swaying grass? The boulders that lay along the path Blocking Us from the cool relief of the ocean Our muscles burned with new adventure The wind kissed us and we kissed back Wishing For a little more time and a little less No one thinks of the birds' conversation Their brief melodies spawned passion Developing Attachment or shedding what little we had I still remember the blues of the sky But now our shadows stretch longer Losing The feeling of noon's light and heat I still feel the sandman's kiss in my eyes The subtle and hopeful beginning Rising Eagerly so that I may see the sunset

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I'll carve myself out of the bones of a former me, Shave off the soft, spongy gut making my calls, Leave a strong oak cask, A barrel of good decisions, Or lessons at least. The new me, rough and cut by experience! The sky can shape my eyes, And the sea my heart, Weathered like a cliff but tough like an avocado, I'll resemble myself like a sister, Just more me.

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May 26, 2016

May 26, 2016 at 3:41 PM UTC

lily-audra

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I'll carve myself out of the bones of a former me, Shave off the soft, spongy gut making my calls, Leave a strong oak cask, A barrel of good decisions, Or lessons at least. The new me, rough and cut by experience! The sky can shape my eyes, And the sea my heart, Weathered like a cliff but tough like an avocado, I'll resemble myself like a sister, Just more me.

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I'm a casual, lenient soul But when it comes to my words I mean them with a heavy heart I'm looking for a good time but its not what you think I'm looking for someone to turn these boring drags into something worth holding onto. A memory lane that goes too long to develop it all on camera.

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Dec 4, 2015

Dec 4, 2015 at 7:06 PM UTC

peter-r-hamilton

Memory Lane (Developing The Old Cameras)

I'm a casual, lenient soul But when it comes to my words I mean them with a heavy heart I'm looking for a good time but its not what you think I'm looking for someone to turn these boring drags into something worth holding onto. A memory lane that goes too long to develop it all on camera.

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