#illuminating - Hello Poetry

Sparkling Stars up in the sky, Watch them Sparkle so very High, Up above a darkened night, A showcase of stars dancing in delight. They Sparkle so High in their rightful place, The Light and beauty with love and grace, Just look above wherever you are, You might just catch a Shooting Star. Sparkling Stars just watch them shine, A Light display to me is fine, Even with these darkened nights, An Illuminating sky will feel so right!!! B.R. Date: 11/6/2024

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Nov 6, 2024

Nov 6, 2024 at 9:07 PM UTC

msbellepoetry44

✨️ Sparkling Stars ✨️

Sparkling Stars up in the sky, Watch them Sparkle so very High, Up above a darkened night, A showcase of stars dancing in delight. They Sparkle so High in their rightful place, The Light and beauty with love and grace, Just look above wherever you are, You might just catch a Shooting Star. Sparkling Stars just watch them shine, A Light display to me is fine, Even with these darkened nights, An Illuminating sky will feel so right!!! B.R. Date: 11/6/2024

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it's over a decade old holding secrets I can no longer withhold it's once vibrant colors now faded and as I look into it my past feels jaded I never knew how long it would last that my hold on a lie would be so steadfast the immensity and the intensity of the illustration is penetrating behind us, the sun was pulsating dancing among clouds, her beams shot through like the final recital of a dancer who will bid adieu the two of us poised like Greek statues in the light him, in a sweater woven with gold and by sprites and myself in a cape formed among the seven wonders of the ancient world in front of a mansion that holds tales untold the steps eager to see our eyes grow by tenfold but then in the ensuing photograph it is only I that stands the glamour of my cape shedding becoming the source of clamor the lavender shade of my jacket is molting falling apart, it reveals a truth that only time can see that our fanciful clothing was only a disguise conjured up to distract their eyes

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Jun 30, 2019

Jun 30, 2019 at 11:37 PM UTC

anastasia_

this was a photograph of us

it's over a decade old holding secrets I can no longer withhold it's once vibrant colors now faded and as I look into it my past feels jaded I never knew how long it would last that my hold on a lie would be so steadfast the immensity and the intensity of the illustration is penetrating behind us, the sun was pulsating dancing among clouds, her beams shot through like the final recital of a dancer who will bid adieu the two of us poised like Greek statues in the light him, in a sweater woven with gold and by sprites and myself in a cape formed among the seven wonders of the ancient world in front of a mansion that holds tales untold the steps eager to see our eyes grow by tenfold but then in the ensuing photograph it is only I that stands the glamour of my cape shedding becoming the source of clamor the lavender shade of my jacket is molting falling apart, it reveals a truth that only time can see that our fanciful clothing was only a disguise conjured up to distract their eyes

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Inside breath, lit corners of heart expand. Pulsating with self-talk and forgiveness. Radiate outwardly swirling, gracefully to tickle senses. They echo moving in rhythms that awaken my being. Inside breath the light becomes a ball illuminating my consciousness. Moving to hold loves lantern as I shine it to the world

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Jun 13, 2019

Jun 13, 2019 at 2:04 PM UTC

star-bg

Loves Lantern

Inside breath, lit corners of heart expand. Pulsating with self-talk and forgiveness. Radiate outwardly swirling, gracefully to tickle senses. They echo moving in rhythms that awaken my being. Inside breath the light becomes a ball illuminating my consciousness. Moving to hold loves lantern as I shine it to the world

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A flickering lamp post, A quivering spotlight, Illuminating two souls sparring in the night. Time stands with him as she walks. The tragedy of loving. Is that simply being in love, Isn’t a good reason for two people to be together. Peace with her was worth the war, And he gave her pieces he never gave himself. The tragedy of loving. A faded memory of what once was, But the feelings still etched on his skin with fresh ink. He will feel those for the remainder of his life, Even though she won’t be apart of it.

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Jan 30, 2019

Jan 30, 2019 at 12:42 PM UTC

carter-1

The Tragedy of Loving

A flickering lamp post, A quivering spotlight, Illuminating two souls sparring in the night. Time stands with him as she walks. The tragedy of loving. Is that simply being in love, Isn’t a good reason for two people to be together. Peace with her was worth the war, And he gave her pieces he never gave himself. The tragedy of loving. A faded memory of what once was, But the feelings still etched on his skin with fresh ink. He will feel those for the remainder of his life, Even though she won’t be apart of it.

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in chaos i found, self in anger i found freedom in hatred i found love in darkness i lit the light

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Jan 8, 2019

Jan 8, 2019 at 9:49 PM UTC

ambiguous-frizz

who are we

in chaos i found, self in anger i found freedom in hatred i found love in darkness i lit the light

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I've got a lollipop in space, she's my saving grace, with a gentle wrinkled grandma's face She has the Stars on a string, makes the constellations sing, and wears the sun on her hand like a pinky ring. She's light, a delight, always right with a smile that fights the blackest of nights and hands that cure anyone's plight. She sugar on berries when the path gets scary and filled with the void of wicked fairies. A dollop on top, the cream of the crop, the rain in the desert where it doesn't drop.... An Illuminating Force nothing can stop My grandma in the heavens.... my Lollipop.

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Aug 7, 2018

Aug 7, 2018 at 3:44 PM UTC

A-NU_0LD_POET

Lollipop

I've got a lollipop in space, she's my saving grace, with a gentle wrinkled grandma's face She has the Stars on a string, makes the constellations sing, and wears the sun on her hand like a pinky ring. She's light, a delight, always right with a smile that fights the blackest of nights and hands that cure anyone's plight. She sugar on berries when the path gets scary and filled with the void of wicked fairies. A dollop on top, the cream of the crop, the rain in the desert where it doesn't drop.... An Illuminating Force nothing can stop My grandma in the heavens.... my Lollipop.

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"Pretty boring sunset" "Those colors aren't so bright" "Not gonna waste my time with this" "Not much to see tonight" And as the crowds drifted off Expressing their dismay I sat and watched the last light fade Perfect ending to my day Not a scene you'd likely see In any picture frame Nor find for sale on postcards Nor bring an artist fame But as I stared in silence Twilight rolled across the sky Revelation rolled right through my mind How miniature am I Though others turned their gaze away When the sky refused to preen Twas among the most magnificent My eyes had ever seen

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Jul 17, 2018

Jul 17, 2018 at 11:12 PM UTC

MicMag

Last Light

"Pretty boring sunset" "Those colors aren't so bright" "Not gonna waste my time with this" "Not much to see tonight" And as the crowds drifted off Expressing their dismay I sat and watched the last light fade Perfect ending to my day Not a scene you'd likely see In any picture frame Nor find for sale on postcards Nor bring an artist fame But as I stared in silence Twilight rolled across the sky Revelation rolled right through my mind How miniature am I Though others turned their gaze away When the sky refused to preen Twas among the most magnificent My eyes had ever seen

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Watching the fire fly, drizzle into the sky. Waving goodbye. The classic floating imagery. Lying on the bed, newly wed. Observing light. thoughts turning white. Dark canvas, painted handless. Tail illuminating, never fading. Once been awakened, never forsaken.

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Apr 25, 2018

Apr 25, 2018 at 1:41 PM UTC

shadow-dragon

Fireflies

Watching the fire fly, drizzle into the sky. Waving goodbye. The classic floating imagery. Lying on the bed, newly wed. Observing light. thoughts turning white. Dark canvas, painted handless. Tail illuminating, never fading. Once been awakened, never forsaken.

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