#ilovewriting - Hello Poetry

Beauty that is on the outside, can hide something that we cannot seek, involving pains, hurts and trauma, Inside of Beauty, that can cut so deep, A Beautiful face hides the secret of a poor, poor broken soul, a smile and a pretty face, within this can feel so, so low, of flowing tears, soft cries, and So, so much sorrow, even through the agony within a beauty hides suffering, that no one can detect or know B.R. Date: 8/1/2025

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Aug 1, 2025

Aug 1, 2025 at 10:47 PM UTC

msbellepoetry44

Broken Beauty

Beauty that is on the outside, can hide something that we cannot seek, involving pains, hurts and trauma, Inside of Beauty, that can cut so deep, A Beautiful face hides the secret of a poor, poor broken soul, a smile and a pretty face, within this can feel so, so low, of flowing tears, soft cries, and So, so much sorrow, even through the agony within a beauty hides suffering, that no one can detect or know B.R. Date: 8/1/2025

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On the run like a marathon To bring holiday Cheer to all of us every single year. You may be rewarded with gifts and joys His bag carries fun and toys to reward all the good girls and boys Listen. Word from the wise. He always check his list more than once More than twice. He will find out if you Have been naughty or nice. When you hear the ** ** ** We're going to have a merry time when he is around! Oh YAY. My heart filled with love and joy! It plays a beautiful song to make us feel safe and sound SANTA CLAUS IS COMING TO TOWN!

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Jan 3, 2021

Jan 3, 2021 at 12:39 AM UTC

Descovia

Santa Claus

On the run like a marathon To bring holiday Cheer to all of us every single year. You may be rewarded with gifts and joys His bag carries fun and toys to reward all the good girls and boys Listen. Word from the wise. He always check his list more than once More than twice. He will find out if you Have been naughty or nice. When you hear the ** ** ** We're going to have a merry time when he is around! Oh YAY. My heart filled with love and joy! It plays a beautiful song to make us feel safe and sound SANTA CLAUS IS COMING TO TOWN!

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Title (optional) cliche word combination begging you to read on Body something about love something about lost probably something about brokenness too a story of heartbreak and being destroyed an overused simile because those are the easiest to understand maybe some rhymes about how, like a bird, time flies by so quickly a closing line that contains the only actual feeling something about what could have been Notes (optional) a monologue describing the words that should have spoken for themselves Tags (separated by spaces) #love #supposedunderlyingmeaning #imissyou #thisisthecryforhelpihopeyousee

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Feb 19, 2017

Feb 19, 2017 at 12:22 AM UTC

coming-undone

cookie cutter poetry

Title (optional) cliche word combination begging you to read on Body something about love something about lost probably something about brokenness too a story of heartbreak and being destroyed an overused simile because those are the easiest to understand maybe some rhymes about how, like a bird, time flies by so quickly a closing line that contains the only actual feeling something about what could have been Notes (optional) a monologue describing the words that should have spoken for themselves Tags (separated by spaces) #love #supposedunderlyingmeaning #imissyou #thisisthecryforhelpihopeyousee

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We are each called on mission to touch someones life, or to be touched. When a person writes, all their feelings, mind, and emotion go onto that 8.5x11" sheet of paper. She may not have a spiral notebook, but will always have ink or graphite and something to write on; for she knows not when the lightbulb in her brain will blink. The lightbulb goes on in the strangest places: driving, in the grocery line, at the gas pump, or even on the toilet. She must have that ink ready, she'll write on her hand if she has to. At times, the only tree to suffice is a paper towel or toilet paper, but she makes due. He always attempts to use words that will evoke feeling and is not afraid of the darker side of human nature, or himself. He crosses words out, moves them around, lets it sit for a day and starts over. The editing process never stops; he picks out poems from ten years ago and switches things to fit today, but always keeps the original. We may write in hopes that one day someone will read it and be touched, or we may use our pen as catharsis for ourselves alone. Either way, we write.

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Jan 24, 2017

Jan 24, 2017 at 8:57 AM UTC

arayamari

A Writer

We are each called on mission to touch someones life, or to be touched. When a person writes, all their feelings, mind, and emotion go onto that 8.5x11" sheet of paper. She may not have a spiral notebook, but will always have ink or graphite and something to write on; for she knows not when the lightbulb in her brain will blink. The lightbulb goes on in the strangest places: driving, in the grocery line, at the gas pump, or even on the toilet. She must have that ink ready, she'll write on her hand if she has to. At times, the only tree to suffice is a paper towel or toilet paper, but she makes due. He always attempts to use words that will evoke feeling and is not afraid of the darker side of human nature, or himself. He crosses words out, moves them around, lets it sit for a day and starts over. The editing process never stops; he picks out poems from ten years ago and switches things to fit today, but always keeps the original. We may write in hopes that one day someone will read it and be touched, or we may use our pen as catharsis for ourselves alone. Either way, we write.

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