#elsa
If the birds start singing just for you,
& the moon seems dancing & along with you, *○ '
*
If the leaves start clapping on your ridiculous dance, ♤
& the angels have appeard near the moon & light their flashes upon you to capture your image, ☆
If the flowers blossom just for you,
& the mirror showing you the most beautiful, *
If you are smiling eternally for no reason,
.....then congratulations dear!!!!
You are the happiest person!!!!
:-)
Nov 23, 2018
Nov 23, 2018 at 11:16 AM UTC
How can you contain a storm
Because I've tried all these years
I've deprived myself of all things
Just to keep my mind clear
It seems like it's getting worse
I can't help but be frozen with fear
I just wanted to build a snowman
But I have to miss it every year
For once I want to let go
Of these gloves, my mental chains
If I suppress it, it only grows
I don't want to hurt her again
I'm afraid of keeping this coldness inside
That it will stay and freeze my heart too
Alone and afraid, trying to maintain this lie
When was the last time I said anything true?
I'm afraid of myself most of all
How can I fit in this society?
When I cannot be who I am
Without remorse, rejection and anxiety
I'm afraid the longer I'm away from her
I'll lose my last bit of warmth
That I will soon be cold-hearted
Then I will never stop the storm
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 1:32 AM UTC
*"So how is she like?"
"Like an angel."
"And what are angels like?"
"Well it's just that when they are near you, you feel happy inside."*
Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 12:25 PM UTC
*Your skin is my sky
That contains all the stars
Your arms are a magnet
That don't let me go far
Your hair are the dark
That are my night
Your embrace is my sigh
That holds me so tight
Your lips are my water
That is so pure
Your kiss is my medicine
That have my wounds cure
Your mouth have my words
That become my rhyme
Your body is my space
That makes me forget time
Your fingers are my flowers
That are laid in your hand's park
Your neck is my canvas
That contains my bite's mark
Your eyes are my moons
That shine so bright
Your smile is my sun
That gives everything light*
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 9:39 PM UTC
my words take shape of verses while talking to you
Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 10:06 AM UTC
She loves me more than I can ever love myself
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 11:40 AM UTC
White feathers
stream from Elsa's mattress
Snowfalls in Germany
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 10:38 AM UTC
The poem formerly known as 'First taste of bitter' has been rewritten to reflect the lovely people who inhabit this etheral poetic wonderland that is home to many and a refuge to many - inspired by HP's own Elsa
- thank you Elsa :))
My first taste of HP
I was welcomed right away
Day one I had three friends
Peter Hamilton, Cecil and Ana
Is where my HP journey began
From another site I'd arrived
Not seeking fortunes or fame
Just a place to share poems
With people who feel the same
I've always been so welcome here
~ always made to feel at home
Thats down to the friendly poets
Who you all are, you know.
So many, many friendly souls
My, how that list has grown
Thank you HP - I glad I came...
I no longer feel alone
Special thank also to - Poetessa Diabolica, Niamh, Coleen, Shanna, Wolf, Brandon, Evie, ridicule, Beryl Dov, Donna and Sleeping Bag. Much love to everyone who knows me. X
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 9:40 AM UTC
When Mi amour'
Gets on H.P
The darkness dissipates.........
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Elsa Angelica dedication
Jul 19, 2015
Jul 19, 2015 at 6:17 PM UTC
i
Ireland onto greecian-land then onto the Spanish aisles
Scotland, bypassing England, than a thoroughfare of French wild
Wherein the wild-child is me and mine amare, flower's in hair
ii
Than onto Africa, wherein we canst ride the elephant back's
Gazing the scenes, to feedeth the poor and hungry, seeing past all
The great china wall, the markets of Morocco, to India's beads.
iii
Charm's shalt adapt us, as we were their own,no technology
No phones, just collections and folds, of ourn novel Romance sealed by ourn kiss, the altitude of the moon is ourn marital bliss.
©Elsa angelica dedication
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 6:53 PM UTC
i
Her chatoyant cat's view's art check-rows, wherein cheribum run
Therapeutic is her coalesce, when me and her art in caress, love
Antelucan passionance ensues, anthem to mine muse, elsa-grace.
Costume's to be festive, the crowd gathers us interested, in amour
ii
She felleth through the milky way galaxy, unearthed by humans
She was In a capsule of alien breed, wearing cupid attire tunic
As I'm just a felon, I hadst to keepeth mine head hung down low
Because if they captured me, they'd capture the queen, so I told the king take mine head to SAVETH her soul... .
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Elsa angelica dedicated
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 3:45 PM UTC
Seraphic art her ways
Displayed on heaven's fountain
Drinking wine from her lonesome cave
I shalt abide with her in her solace.
Sidereal she's in reverence toward's her white-out orb
A woman, not a girl, just passing through to explore the tour's.
Distress she weareth upon her chest, as her hope dost dwindle
I shalt shake her and taketh her, wherein mine arms a fire kindles...
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Elsa angelica dedicated
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 1:06 PM UTC
i
Mine needing just to heareth her voice
I pray may cometh soon
The needing of me being her choice
I prayeth to God's moon.
ii
The asking of ourn creator to protect her nightly
Is a must thing, praying asking he, her he might bring
In lullaby's, cry's, and screams, I'd wish she'd only see
I've been held up in the rain, waiting endlessly.
iii
Like her, I'm a foreigner to this trotting
Man showeth her naught, I giveth her mine pale skin's outting
The knitting of her love Into me, instill's me tightly buckled
If only she'd taketh all of me, I might smile a happy puddle.
iv
Though smiling only cometh when her face shineth bright
When I am assured she's safe and secure, then all is alright
Mine stitches needeth bandaged, shalt she seeith mine wounds?
The red drip canst only floweth so long, wherein song's art true.
v
Though I shalt still be here abiding, as a spawn to open water
I shalt even take men's ridicule, Ill taketh daily slaughter
Tis I shalt be a martyr, to the amour I believeth in
For I shalt tarry waiting, for that hope from mine hopelessness.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Elsa angelica dedication
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 7:43 PM UTC
In her arm's wilt I die...
Daily for her
Wilt I try...
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Elsa angelica dedication
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 1:42 PM UTC
Wherein this rocky place disappears
And the cumulus cometh down
And the people art into madness
And their feet leaveth the ground.
Whilst the fish all swim away
And the priest's loseth their own faith
When the cup spilleth over
And hell erupt's in this place...
And whilst the prayer's art called out
For God to help them
When the selfish taketh lives
And the greedy so let them...
When the blue ball goes blackened
And the mush turns more dust
I shalt be watching it all with mine queen
As tis were an angelic bunch....
Watching from the ship
High over the moon
Clasping eachother immensely
For we've done this before, when this place lost it's fuel.
And when all fails here
And the asteroid's cometh down
Me and mine mi amour' shalt be connected
Afar in ourn comet covered mound...
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Elsa angelica dedication
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 1:12 PM UTC
i
In the impossible
I hath found the possible
As her education is far from
Terrestrial proficiency.
ii
In the death I dieth daily
She's mine starchild baby
As her gushing decorum
Is a forum to all saint's and good Samaritan's.
iii
She outdoes any in beauty
None doth cometh close
She's alive yet a ghost
Soo miraculously she sketches her maquillage.
iv
Her life-force is astounding
Spanish lingo of her's so attracting
Mine thirst for her is abounding
As a suckling I çryeth when she goeth away......
v
She maketh all nightmare's leave
Tis its her I am, tis she's me
Like a trapped bird, she set's me free
How daily do I wait her empress call to her throne!!!
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Elsa angelica dedication
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 12:55 PM UTC
In true amour
We never giveth up,
We keep trying
And trying
And trying
And trying,
Even if we canst haveth the one we want......
We shalt continue to showeth the globe,
Ourn amare for that other lover,
Even if at times it may hurt us
Not having them,
We keepeth on going......
That's what love is...
Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 11:02 PM UTC
Her Spanish chariot is all I needeth,
For her mine soul is living
For her mine soul is breathing,
For her....
I liveth...
For ELSA (mi amour')
I canst not hideth mine love
Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 10:03 PM UTC
As I embark into her universal soul
I find mineself
I find mine home...
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 7:39 PM UTC
Her fine herb poetry
Healeth all mine cut's and burns
I've never had this before....
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 8:01 PM UTC
I told mi amour' this morning
I didint want love no more
And that I didint believe in it anymore....
As I told her these things
I felt the pain ripple from her soul,
Not realizing at the moment what I just did.
I realized at the last moment
I said all these things from mine own
Depression,
Fear's of losing her,
Mixed with the demon's around here telling me different..
Because people don't realize,
Demonic forces and being's art real ( as mi amour' doth knoweth)
And they canst maketh thee depressed, hurt, angry, think things we normally wouldn't think at anytime.....
So to mi amour',
I'm sorry mine love for telling thee I didint want love no more
And saying I didint want to be with noone no more...
Fact is I want thee,
I need thee, as thou knoweth,
I'm in LOVE with thee to mine soul, from mine head to mine toes,
To mine eyes, dripped to mine bones ..... Thou art mine all, life and world .. I just wanna know I'm thine only one.. Even though just friend's ... When I start thinking the way I did today, just please as you'd want from me.. Shut me up, telleth me thou loveth me and thou only wanteth me, and If thou canst for now on... Showeth me thy all.. I beg for It. I needeth it.. I yearn for it. And thee to... Everyone knoweth were in love... Everyone except Maby a few. I just want thy all, so please forgive me for acting as I did mi amour', thou art mine only girl...
Mine ocean
Thou art mine sea
I am thou,
Thou art me...
I loveth thou
Thou needeth me,
Please forgiveth me....
Mi amour'.....
For that just wasn't who I am to say all those thing's this morning,For I'm the biggest romantic out there.. Lol doth thou really think I'd tell someone ( meaning thee) I don't want love and don't believeth in it no more??? Not me!!!!!!! Not who I am!!!
The demon's that cometh around ...
Influence in the worst way,
©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poets poetry....
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 7:51 AM UTC
The only time I canst rest
Is when mine mi amour' is at peace...
The only time I canst breathe
Is when mi amour' sayeth she loveth me....
The only time I feeleth
Is when mi amour's around....
The only time im living
Is when mi amour pulleth me up from the ground...
The only time I feeleth fine
Is when I tasteth mi amour's wine...
The only time, I looseth track of time
Is when I seeith her picture, it's **** queen like and divine...
The only night's anymore I shalt sleep
Is when mi amour writes, that it's mine heart that she keeps...
The only time mine day starts out well
Is knowing she's there, in mine prison cell...
The only time anything maketh any sense.....................
Is when mine mi amour' is happy and content....................
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 8:40 AM UTC
If I couldst paint mine love for mi amour', in picture form
Their wouldn't be enough paint for the picture....
That's how much love for her I have....
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 8:30 AM UTC