#felicity - Hello Poetry

So there is this little jasmine stolen by the wind Away it soars with every gush of blue And shawls tease their women red As foliage wingless flees, flees— Litter and puppies down for a race I have not been here before Within these swaying trees and woollen grounds Yet I have— Something smiles but I cannot fathom where My paw prints etched upon every street I am a stranger to this town Its soft folks and gentle turns Then the jasmine giggles over winking waters I reckon these smug faced clouds kiss more than they tell But I cannot assure They have cooked up a charming brew And I see, just in time, them pearls and their shimmering armours Tripping over, And running over —how very charming, indeed embracing us with their lively touch They laugh all around And scare our dusty shadows away I have wandered around the notes of this song —Wandered restless Yet only now do I slumber Only now do I hear— the flirty gusts with their vivacious fingers I am a fox a squirrel, a wolf, an orange cat a jasmine Stolen by the wind Plucked from a hollow branch, deprived of my clawing bed I tread through the beaming verses of this obsolete ballad— Tentative touches of those tipsy tulips I’ve heard the tales of their euphoria before Much I had learned back in my leafless den But the grasses are golden here and not at all deceptive They yield lovingly around me And how could the sparrows not chatter? in my felicity Wonder what’s making me cry A pack of wolves romps in my chest the full moon of my heart weeps, weeps, weeps It is beautiful here shops only whisper and vehicles are patient I’ve lurked at the edges of this poem Yet only now do I fall It is beautiful here I am an owl, a rabbit, a dolphin, an orange cat a jasmine stolen by the peachy yonder I flutter my petals over the freshly bathed meadows In this vacant ember of my self Moths lie contant, and the trapped flame shivers, shivers, shivers — I cannot fathom where, but it is beautiful here —

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Apr 7, 2021

Apr 7, 2021 at 5:14 AM UTC

Ayesha

An orange cat

So there is this little jasmine stolen by the wind Away it soars with every gush of blue And shawls tease their women red As foliage wingless flees, flees— Litter and puppies down for a race I have not been here before Within these swaying trees and woollen grounds Yet I have— Something smiles but I cannot fathom where My paw prints etched upon every street I am a stranger to this town Its soft folks and gentle turns Then the jasmine giggles over winking waters I reckon these smug faced clouds kiss more than they tell But I cannot assure They have cooked up a charming brew And I see, just in time, them pearls and their shimmering armours Tripping over, And running over —how very charming, indeed embracing us with their lively touch They laugh all around And scare our dusty shadows away I have wandered around the notes of this song —Wandered restless Yet only now do I slumber Only now do I hear— the flirty gusts with their vivacious fingers I am a fox a squirrel, a wolf, an orange cat a jasmine Stolen by the wind Plucked from a hollow branch, deprived of my clawing bed I tread through the beaming verses of this obsolete ballad— Tentative touches of those tipsy tulips I’ve heard the tales of their euphoria before Much I had learned back in my leafless den But the grasses are golden here and not at all deceptive They yield lovingly around me And how could the sparrows not chatter? in my felicity Wonder what’s making me cry A pack of wolves romps in my chest the full moon of my heart weeps, weeps, weeps It is beautiful here shops only whisper and vehicles are patient I’ve lurked at the edges of this poem Yet only now do I fall It is beautiful here I am an owl, a rabbit, a dolphin, an orange cat a jasmine stolen by the peachy yonder I flutter my petals over the freshly bathed meadows In this vacant ember of my self Moths lie contant, and the trapped flame shivers, shivers, shivers — I cannot fathom where, but it is beautiful here —

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𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒅𝒂𝒚, 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝑺𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒔, 𝑨𝒔 𝒘𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌, 𝑮𝒐𝒔𝒉! 𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔. 𝑬𝒖𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒂, 𝑴𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒚, 𝑬𝒄𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒚, 𝑨𝒏𝒙𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒚, 𝑹𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒔𝒐𝒅𝒚, 𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒚. 𝑴𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒆'𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔, 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔. 𝑮𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝑻𝒐 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒅𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒋𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓, 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔, 𝑨𝒔 𝒘𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒔. 𝑺𝒐𝒍𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒚, 𝑰𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒏𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒚. 𝑶𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓, 𝑰𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒖𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒆'𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓.

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Oct 22, 2020

Oct 22, 2020 at 8:08 PM UTC

alistairdawn

• Amigo •

𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒅𝒂𝒚, 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝑺𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒔, 𝑨𝒔 𝒘𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌, 𝑮𝒐𝒔𝒉! 𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔. 𝑬𝒖𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒂, 𝑴𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒚, 𝑬𝒄𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒚, 𝑨𝒏𝒙𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒚, 𝑹𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒔𝒐𝒅𝒚, 𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒚. 𝑴𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒆'𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔, 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔. 𝑮𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝑻𝒐 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒅𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒋𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓, 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔, 𝑨𝒔 𝒘𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒔. 𝑺𝒐𝒍𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒚, 𝑰𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒏𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒚. 𝑶𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓, 𝑰𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒖𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒆'𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓.

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There are lots that makes me smile, like dogs and cats or other stuff. Having it as a list, surely, it'll be in pile, some I smile only because I have to, some I smile then laugh. Like good arts and music, great literary pieces that I enjoy, or for all one knows, maybe an interesting topic, who knows, anything can be a joy. Like when you force yourself to be happy, it could be goodbyes that should end plain. Perhaps, pretending to show gaiety or felicity, that's when we smile in struggle and pain. Smiles are diverse. We smile in satisfaction and glee. We smile in affliction and agony. Sometimes, its caused by the best feeling, every so often, by the worst.

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Sep 23, 2019

Sep 23, 2019 at 10:12 AM UTC

jia

smiles

There are lots that makes me smile, like dogs and cats or other stuff. Having it as a list, surely, it'll be in pile, some I smile only because I have to, some I smile then laugh. Like good arts and music, great literary pieces that I enjoy, or for all one knows, maybe an interesting topic, who knows, anything can be a joy. Like when you force yourself to be happy, it could be goodbyes that should end plain. Perhaps, pretending to show gaiety or felicity, that's when we smile in struggle and pain. Smiles are diverse. We smile in satisfaction and glee. We smile in affliction and agony. Sometimes, its caused by the best feeling, every so often, by the worst.

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*Like a celebration of nothingness A kiss of *** for the numbness A serenading of something else We miss the drum, but nonetheless…*

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Feb 2, 2018

Feb 2, 2018 at 7:10 AM UTC

kabelo

Content

*Like a celebration of nothingness A kiss of *** for the numbness A serenading of something else We miss the drum, but nonetheless…*

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Feeling the lovely cool breezes Cracking jokes, can't hold sneezes Magical touchy scents the wind releases Healing the hearts, broken into pieces Drizzle drops splashing over the faces Aromas like jasmine savoured by the gazes Millions of things to enjoy if one traces So lost, just eyed the wet inked pages My pen aside, staring the lovely horse races Laughing, conversing like never in the ages Dancing the winds, roaming around places Gazing with smiles at what the rabbit chases Weights off the chest, lying in solace ***** doltish thoughts all erased Humor spread in the roots of the heavenly place Just the perfect definition of a colourful space Watery turf in palms with tight brace The period's short, no time to waste

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Sep 26, 2017

Sep 26, 2017 at 5:32 AM UTC

FaisalAmin

'Felicity'

Feeling the lovely cool breezes Cracking jokes, can't hold sneezes Magical touchy scents the wind releases Healing the hearts, broken into pieces Drizzle drops splashing over the faces Aromas like jasmine savoured by the gazes Millions of things to enjoy if one traces So lost, just eyed the wet inked pages My pen aside, staring the lovely horse races Laughing, conversing like never in the ages Dancing the winds, roaming around places Gazing with smiles at what the rabbit chases Weights off the chest, lying in solace ***** doltish thoughts all erased Humor spread in the roots of the heavenly place Just the perfect definition of a colourful space Watery turf in palms with tight brace The period's short, no time to waste

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I feel like I have been in love with you for a long time. Your affection gives me felicity. The thought of you is a perfect bliss.

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Dec 17, 2016

Dec 17, 2016 at 1:35 AM UTC

jroselagran

Captivated

I feel like I have been in love with you for a long time. Your affection gives me felicity. The thought of you is a perfect bliss.

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*The story has gotten old, A million times been told, Just the journey of a broken heart, From desperation to a new start, The halo and the magical wings, Seemed like an angel mending broken strings, Counting the 'could nots' and 'coulds', Finally got out of the dark woods, There were trials, the loss, the misplay, But in the end ,there was victory ,no despair*

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Apr 3, 2015

Apr 3, 2015 at 6:54 AM UTC

annie07

Journey Of A Broken Heart

*The story has gotten old, A million times been told, Just the journey of a broken heart, From desperation to a new start, The halo and the magical wings, Seemed like an angel mending broken strings, Counting the 'could nots' and 'coulds', Finally got out of the dark woods, There were trials, the loss, the misplay, But in the end ,there was victory ,no despair*

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I woke up, extra early this morning, and took a bath, to wash away, all the debris, you left.

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Nov 8, 2014

Nov 8, 2014 at 9:30 PM UTC

lyssynt

Bath

I woke up, extra early this morning, and took a bath, to wash away, all the debris, you left.

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